The Forsyte Saga - Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,232 pages of information about The Forsyte Saga.

The Forsyte Saga - Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,232 pages of information about The Forsyte Saga.

In an opinion on Winifred’s case, Dreamer, Q.C.—­he would much have preferred Waterbuck, but they had made him a judge (so late in the day as to rouse the usual suspicion of a political job)—­had advised that they should go forward and obtain restitution of conjugal rights, a point which to Soames had never been in doubt.  When they had obtained a decree to that effect they must wait to see if it was obeyed.  If not, it would constitute legal desertion, and they should obtain evidence of misconduct and file their petition for divorce.  All of which Soames knew perfectly well.  They had marked him ten and one.  This simplicity in his sister’s case only made him the more desperate about the difficulty in his own.  Everything, in fact, was driving him towards the simple solution of Irene’s return.  If it were still against the grain with her, had he not feelings to subdue, injury to forgive, pain to forget?  He at least had never injured her, and this was a world of compromise!  He could offer her so much more than she had now.  He would be prepared to make a liberal settlement on her which could not be upset.  He often scrutinised his image in these days.  He had never been a peacock like that fellow Dartie, or fancied himself a woman’s man, but he had a certain belief in his own appearance—­not unjustly, for it was well-coupled and preserved, neat, healthy, pale, unblemished by drink or excess of any kind.  The Forsyte jaw and the concentration of his face were, in his eyes, virtues.  So far as he could tell there was no feature of him which need inspire dislike.

Thoughts and yearnings, with which one lives daily, become natural, even if far-fetched in their inception.  If he could only give tangible proof enough of his determination to let bygones be bygones, and to do all in his power to please her, why should she not come back to him?

He entered Gaves and Cortegal’s therefore, on the morning of November the 9th, to buy a certain diamond brooch.  “Four twenty-five and dirt cheap, sir, at the money.  It’s a lady’s brooch.”  There was that in his mood which made him accept without demur.  And he went on into the Poultry with the flat green morocco case in his breast pocket.  Several times that day he opened it to look at the seven soft shining stones in their velvet oval nest.

“If the lady doesn’t like it, sir, happy to exchange it any time.  But there’s no fear of that.”  If only there were not!  He got through a vast amount of work, only soother of the nerves he knew.  A cablegram came while he was in the office with details from the agent in Buenos Aires, and the name and address of a stewardess who would be prepared to swear to what was necessary.  It was a timely spur to Soames, with his rooted distaste for the washing of dirty linen in public.  And when he set forth by Underground to Victoria Station he received a fresh impetus towards the renewal of his married life from the account in his evening paper of a fashionable divorce suit.  The homing instinct of all true Forsytes in anxiety and trouble, the corporate tendency which kept them strong and solid, made him choose to dine at Park Lane.  He neither could nor would breath a word to his people of his intention—­too reticent and proud—­but the thought that at least they would be glad if they knew, and wish him luck, was heartening.

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