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.

He walked away very sadly.  What a poor miserable place; and he thought of the great, empty house in Stanhope Gate, fit residence for a Forsyte, with its huge billiard-room and drawing-room that no one entered from one week’s end to another.

That woman, whose face he had rather liked, was too thin-skinned by half; she gave Jo a bad time he knew!  And those sweet children!  Ah! what a piece of awful folly!

He walked towards the Edgware Road, between rows of little houses, all suggesting to him (erroneously no doubt, but the prejudices of a Forsyte are sacred) shady histories of some sort or kind.

Society, forsooth, the chattering hags and jackanapes—­had set themselves up to pass judgment on his flesh and blood!  A parcel of old women!  He stumped his umbrella on the ground, as though to drive it into the heart of that unfortunate body, which had dared to ostracize his son and his son’s son, in whom he could have lived again!

He stumped his umbrella fiercely; yet he himself had followed Society’s behaviour for fifteen years—­had only today been false to it!

He thought of June, and her dead mother, and the whole story, with all his old bitterness.  A wretched business!

He was a long time reaching Stanhope Gate, for, with native perversity, being extremely tired, he walked the whole way.

After washing his hands in the lavatory downstairs, he went to the dining-room to wait for dinner, the only room he used when June was out—­it was less lonely so.  The evening paper had not yet come; he had finished the Times, there was therefore nothing to do.

The room faced the backwater of traffic, and was very silent.  He disliked dogs, but a dog even would have been company.  His gaze, travelling round the walls, rested on a picture entitled:  ’Group of Dutch fishing boats at sunset’; the chef d’oeuvre of his collection.  It gave him no pleasure.  He closed his eyes.  He was lonely!  He oughtn’t to complain, he knew, but he couldn’t help it:  He was a poor thing—­had always been a poor thing—­no pluck!  Such was his thought.

The butler came to lay the table for dinner, and seeing his master apparently asleep, exercised extreme caution in his movements.  This bearded man also wore a moustache, which had given rise to grave doubts in the minds of many members—­of the family—­, especially those who, like Soames, had been to public schools, and were accustomed to niceness in such matters.  Could he really be considered a butler?  Playful spirits alluded to him as:  ‘Uncle Jolyon’s Nonconformist’; George, the acknowledged wag, had named him:  ‘Sankey.’

He moved to and fro between the great polished sideboard and the great polished table inimitably sleek and soft.

Old Jolyon watched him, feigning sleep.  The fellow was a sneak—­he had always thought so—­who cared about nothing but rattling through his work, and getting out to his betting or his woman or goodness knew what!  A slug!  Fat too!  And didn’t care a pin about his master!

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