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.

Yes, Mrs. Soames was in, but the maid did not know if she was seeing people.

James, moving with the rapidity that ever astonished the observers of his long figure and absorbed expression, went forthwith into the drawing-room without permitting this to be ascertained.  He found Irene seated at the piano with her hands arrested on the keys, evidently listening to the voices in the hall.  She greeted him without smiling.

“Your mother-in-law’s in bed,” he began, hoping at once to enlist her sympathy.  “I’ve got the carriage here.  Now, be a good girl, and put on your hat and come with me for a drive.  It’ll do you good!”

Irene looked at him as though about to refuse, but, seeming to change her mind, went upstairs, and came down again with her hat on.

“Where are you going to take me?” she asked.

“We’ll just go down to Robin Hill,” said James, spluttering out his words very quick; “the horses want exercise, and I should like to see what they’ve been doing down there.”

Irene hung back, but again changed her mind, and went out to the carriage, James brooding over her closely, to make quite sure.

It was not before he had got her more than half way that he began:  “Soames is very fond of you—­he won’t have anything said against you; why don’t you show him more affection?”

Irene flushed, and said in a low voice:  “I can’t show what I haven’t got.”

James looked at her sharply; he felt that now he had her in his own carriage, with his own horses and servants, he was really in command of the situation.  She could not put him off; nor would she make a scene in public.

“I can’t think what you’re about,” he said.  “He’s a very good husband!”

Irene’s answer was so low as to be almost inaudible among the sounds of traffic.  He caught the words:  “You are not married to him!”

“What’s that got to do with it?  He’s given you everything you want.  He’s always ready to take you anywhere, and now he’s built you this house in the country.  It’s not as if you had anything of your own.”

“No.”

Again James looked at her; he could not make out the expression on her face.  She looked almost as if she were going to cry, and yet....

“I’m sure,” he muttered hastily, “we’ve all tried to be kind to you.”

Irene’s lips quivered; to his dismay James saw a tear steal down her cheek.  He felt a choke rise in his own throat.

“We’re all fond of you,” he said, “if you’d only”—­he was going to say, “behave yourself,” but changed it to—­“if you’d only be more of a wife to him.”

Irene did not answer, and James, too, ceased speaking.  There was something in her silence which disconcerted him; it was not the silence of obstinacy, rather that of acquiescence in all that he could find to say.  And yet he felt as if he had not had the last word.  He could not understand this.

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