five tales-第52章
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e infection of his new ardour。 And he felt unsteady; fearfully unsteady with the desire to say it all as it should be said: swiftly; quietly; with the truth and fervour of his feeling。
The hall was not lit up; for daylight still lingered under the new arrangement。 He went towards the drawing…room; but from the very door shied off to his study and stood irresolute under the picture of a 〃Man catching a flea〃 (Dutch school); which had come down to him from his father。 The governess would be in there with his wife! He must wait。 Essential to go straight to Kathleen and pour it all out; or he would never do it。 He felt as nervous as an undergraduate going up for his viva' voce。 This thing was so big; so astoundingly and unexpectedly important。 He was suddenly afraid of his wife; afraid of her coolness and her grace; and that something Japanese about herof all those attributes he had been accustomed to admire most; afraid; as it were; of her attraction。 He felt young to…night; almost boyish; would she see that he was not really fifteen years older than herself; and she not really a part of his collection; of all the admirable appointments of his home; but a companion spirit to one who wanted a companion badly。 In this agitation of his soul he could keep still no more than he could last night in the agitation of his senses; and he wandered into the dining…room。 A dainty supper was set out there; sandwiches; and cake; whisky and the cigarettes… even an early peach。 Mr。 Bosengate looked at this peach with sorrow rather than disgust。 The perfection of it was of a piece with all that had gone before this new and sudden feeling。 Its delicious bloom seemed to heighten his perception of the hedge around him; that hedge of the things he so enjoyed; carefully planted and tended these many years。 He passed it by uneaten; and went to the window。 Out there all was darkening; the fountain; the lime tree; the flower… beds; and the fields below; with the Jersey cows who would come to your call; darkening slowly; losing form; blurring into soft blackness; vanishing; but there none the lessall therethe hedge of his possessions。 He heard the door of the drawing…room open; the voices of his wife and the governess in the hall; going up to bed。 If only they didn't look in here! If only! The voices ceased。 He was safe nowhad but to follow in a few minutes; to make sure of Kathleen alone。 He turned round and stared down the length of the dark dining…room; over the rosewood table; to where in the mirror above the sideboard at the far end; his figure bathed; a stain; a mere blurred shadow; he made his way down to it along the table edge; and stood before himself as close as he could get。 His throat and the roof of his mouth felt dry with nervousness; he put out his finger and touched his face in the glass。 'You're an ass!' he thought。 'Pull yourself together; and get it over。 She will see; of course she will!' He swallowed; smoothed his moustache; and walked out。 Going up the stairs; his heart beat painfully; but he was in for it now; and marched straight into her room。 Dressed only in a loose blue wrapper; she was brushing her dark hair before the glass。 Mr。 Bosengate went up to her and stood there silent; looking down。 The words he had thought of were like a swarm of bees buzzing in his head; yet not one would fly from between his lips。 His wife went on brushing her hair under the light which shone on her polished elbows。 She looked up at him from beneath one lifted eyebrow。
〃Well; deartired?〃
With a sort of vehemence the single word 〃No〃 passed out。 A faint; a quizzical smile flitted over her face; she shrugged her shoulders ever so gently。 That gesturehe had seen it before! And in desperate desire to make her understand; he put his hand on her lifted arm。
〃Kathleen; stoplisten to me!〃 His fingers tightened in his agitation and eagerness to make his great discovery known。 But before he could get out a word he became conscious of that cool round arm; conscious of her eyes half…closed; sliding round at him; of her half…smiling lips; of her neck under the wrapper。 And he stammered:
〃I wantI mustKathleen; I…〃
She lifted her shoulders again in that little shrug。 〃YesI know; all right!〃
A wave of heat and shame; and of God knows what came over Mr。 Bosengate; he fell on his knees and pressed his forehead to her arm; and he was silent; more silent than the grave。 Nothingnothing came from him but two long sighs。 Suddenly he felt her hand stroke his cheekcompassionately; it seemed to him。 She made a little movement towards him; her lips met his; and he remembered nothing but that。。。。
In his own room Mr。 Bosengate sat at his wide open window; smoking a cigarette; there was no light。 Moths went past; the moon was creeping up。 He sat very calm; puffing the smoke out in to the night air。 Curious thing…life! Curious world! Curious forces in it making one do the opposite of what one wished; alwaysalways making one do the opposite; it seemed! The furtive light from that creeping moon was getting hold of things down there; stealing in among the boughs of the trees。 'There's something ironical;' he thought; 'which walks about。 Things don't come off as you think they will。 I meant; I tried but one doesn't change like that all of a sudden; it seems。 Fact is; life's too big a thing for one! All the same; I'm not the man I was yesterdaynot quite!' He closed his eyes; and in one of those flashes of vision which come when the senses are at rest; he saw himself as it were far down belowdown on the floor of a street narrow as a grave; high as a mountain; a deep dark slit of a street walking down there; a black midget of a fellow; among other black midgetshis wife; and the little soldier; the judge; and those jury chapsfantoches straight up on their tiny feet; wandering down there in that dark; infinitely tall; and narrow street。 'Too much for one!' he thought; 'Too high for oneno getting on top of it。 We've got to be kind; and help one another; and not expect too much; and not think too much。 That'sall!' And; squeezing out his cigarette; he took six deep breaths of the night air; and got into bed。
INDIAN SUMMER OF A FORSYTE
〃And Summer's lease hath all too short a date。〃 Shakespeare
I
In the last day of May in the early 'nineties; about six o'clock of the evening; old Jolyon Forsyte sat under the oak tree below the terrace of his house at Robin Hill。 He was waiting for the midges to bite him; before abandoning the glory of the afternoon。 His thin brown hand; where blue veins stood out; held the end of a cigar in its tapering; long…nailed fingersa pointed polished nail had survived with him from those earlier Victorian days when to touch nothing; even with the tips of the fingers; had been so distinguished。 His domed forehead; great white moustache; lean cheeks; and long lean jaw were covered from the westering sunshine by an old brown Panama hat。 His legs were crossed; in all his attitude was serenity and a kind of elegance; as of an old man who every morning put eau de Cologne upon his silk handkerchief。 At his feet lay a woolly brown…and…white dog trying to be a Pomeranianthe dog Balthasar between whom and old Jolyon primal aver…sion had changed into attachment with the years。 Close to his chair was a swing; and on the swing was seated one of Holly's dolls called 'Duffer Alice'… …with her body fallen over her legs and her doleful nose buried in a black petticoat。 She was never out of disgrace; so it did not matter to her how she sat。 Below the oak tree the lawn dipped down a bank; stretched to the fernery; and; beyond that refinement; became fields; dropping to the pond; the coppice; and the prospect 'Fine; remarkable'at which Swithin Forsyte; from under this very tree; had stared five years ago when he drove down with Irene to look at the house。 Old Jolyon had heard of his brother's exploitthat drive which had become quite celebrated on Forsyte 'Change。' Swithin! And the fellow had gone and died; last November; at the age of only seventy…nine; renewing the doubt whether