Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 6,432 pages of information about Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works.

Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 6,432 pages of information about Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works.

‘A poor place!’ Swithin could not help thinking.  This enthusiasm seemed to him common; but he was careful to assume a look of interest, feeding on the glances flashed at him from Rozsi’s restless eyes.

As the wine waned Boleskey grew more and more gloomy, but now and then a sort of gleaming flicker passed over his face.  He rose to his feet at last.

“Let us not forget,” he said, “that we go perhaps to ruin, to death; in the face of all this we go, because our country needs—­in this there is no credit, neither to me nor to you, my daughters; but for this noble Englishman, what shall we say?  Give thanks to God for a great heart.  He comes—­not for country, not for fame, not for money, but to help the weak and the oppressed.  Let us drink, then, to him; let us drink again and again to heroic Forsyte!” In the midst of the dead silence, Swithin caught the look of suppliant mockery in Rozsi’s eyes.  He glanced at the Hungarian.  Was he laughing at him?  But Boleskey, after drinking up his wine, had sunk again into his seat; and there suddenly, to the surprise of all, he began to snore.  Margit rose and, bending over him like a mother, murmured:  “He is tired—­it is the ride!” She raised him in her strong arms, and leaning on her shoulder Boleskey staggered from the room.  Swithin and Rozsi were left alone.  He slid his hand towards her hand that lay so close, on the rough table-cloth.  It seemed to await his touch.  Something gave way in him, and words came welling up; for the moment he forgot himself, forgot everything but that he was near her.  Her head dropped on his shoulder, he breathed the perfume of her hair.  “Good-night!” she whispered, and the whisper was like a kiss; yet before he could stop her she was gone.  Her footsteps died away in the passage, but Swithin sat gazing intently at a single bright drop of spilt wine quivering on the table’s edge.  In that moment she, in her helplessness and emotion, was all in all to him—­his life nothing; all the real things—­his conventions, convictions, training, and himself—­all seemed remote, behind a mist of passion and strange chivalry.  Carefully with a bit of bread he soaked up the bright drop; and suddenly he thought:  ’This is tremendous!’ For a long time he stood there in the window, close to the dark pine-trees.

XI

In the early morning he awoke, full of the discomfort of this strange place and the medley of his dreams.  Lying, with his nose peeping over the quilt, he was visited by a horrible suspicion.  When he could bear it no longer, he started up in bed.  What if it were all a plot to get him to marry her?  The thought was treacherous, and inspired in him a faint disgust.  Still, she might be ignorant of it!  But was she so innocent?  What innocent girl would have come to his room like that?  What innocent girl?  Her father, who pretended to be caring only for his country?  It was not probable

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