Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works eBook

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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.
steam a little, and the glitter of its wet unopened bells was like that of innumerable tiny smoking fires.  The two brothers were drenched as they cantered silently home.  Good friends always, they had never much to say to one another.  For Miltoun was conscious that he thought on a different plane from Bertie; and Bertie grudged even to his brother any inkling of what was passing in his spirit, just as he grudged parting with diplomatic knowledge, or stable secrets, or indeed anything that might leave him less in command of life.  He grudged it, because in a private sort of way it lowered his estimation of his own stoical self-sufficiency; it hurt something proud in the withdrawing-room of his soul.  But though he talked little, he had the power of contemplation—­often found in men of decided character, with a tendency to liver.  Once in Nepal, where he had gone to shoot, he had passed a month quite happily with only a Ghoorka servant who could speak no English.  To those who asked him if he had not been horribly bored, he had always answered:  “Not a bit; did a lot of thinking.”

With Miltoun’s trouble he had the professional sympathy of a brother and the natural intolerance of a confirmed bachelor.  Women were to him very kittle-cattle.  He distrusted from the bottom of his soul those who had such manifest power to draw things from you.  He was one of those men in whom some day a woman might awaken a really fine affection; but who, until that time, would maintain the perfectly male attitude to the entire sex, and, after it, to all the sex but one.  Women were, like Life itself, creatures to be watched, carefully used, and kept duly subservient.  The only allusion therefore that he made to Miltoun’s trouble was very sudden.

“Old man, I hope you’re going to cut your losses.”

The words were followed by undisturbed silence:  But passing Mrs. Noel’s cottage Miltoun said: 

“Take my horse on; I want to go in here."....

She was sitting at her piano with her hands idle, looking at a line of music....  She had been sitting thus for many minutes, but had not yet taken in the notes.

When Miltoun’s shadow blotted the light by which she was seeing so little, she gave a slight start, and got up.  But she neither went towards him, nor spoke.  And he, without a word, came in and stood by the hearth, looking down at the empty grate.  A tortoise-shell cat which had been watching swallows, disturbed by his entrance, withdrew from the window beneath a chair.

This silence, in which the question of their future lives was to be decided, seemed to both interminable; yet, neither could end it.

At last, touching his sleeve, she said:  “You’re wet!”

Miltoun shivered at that timid sign of possession.  And they again stood in silence broken only by the sound of the cat licking its paws.

But her faculty for dumbness was stronger than his, and—­he had to speak first.

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