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.

And when she left him, he reflected upon the expression of her eyes when they rested on a lady opposite, who was a true bird-of-prey.  “What is it,” their envious, inquisitive glance had seemed to say, “that makes you so really ’smart’?” And while still seeking for the reason, he noticed his host pointing out the merits of his port to the hawk-like man, with a deferential air quite pitiful to see, for the hawk-like man was clearly a “bad hat.”  What in the name of goodness did these staid bourgeois mean by making up to vice?  Was it a craving to be thought distinguished, a dread of being dull, or merely an effect of overfeeding?  Again he looked at his host, who had not yet enumerated all the virtues of his port, and again felt sorry for him.

“So you’re going to marry Antonia Dennant?” said a voice on his right, with that easy coarseness which is a mark of caste.  “Pretty girl!  They’ve a nice place, the, Dennants.  D’ ye know, you’re a lucky feller!”

The speaker was an old baronet, with small eyes, a dusky, ruddy face, and peculiar hail-fellow-well-met expression, at once morose and sly.  He was always hard up, but being a man of enterprise knew all the best people, as well as all the worst, so that he dined out every night.

“You’re a lucky feller,” he repeated; “he’s got some deuced good shootin’, Dennant!  They come too high for me, though; never touched a feather last time I shot there.  She’s a pretty girl.  You ’re a lucky feller!”

“I know that,” said Shelton humbly.

“Wish I were in your shoes.  Who was that sittin’ on the other side of you?  I’m so dashed short-sighted.  Mrs. Carruther?  Oh, ay!” An expression which, if he had not been a baronet, would have been a leer, came on his lips.

Shelton felt that he was referring to the leaf in his mental pocket-book covered with the anecdotes, figures, and facts about that lady.  “The old ogre means,” thought he, “that I’m lucky because his leaf is blank about Antonia.”  But the old baronet had turned, with his smile, and his sardonic, well-bred air, to listen to a bit of scandal on the other side.

The two men to Shelton’s left were talking.

“What!  You don’t collect anything?  How’s that?  Everybody collects something.  I should be lost without my pictures.”

“No, I don’t collect anything.  Given it up; I was too awfully had over my Walkers.”

Shelton had expected a more lofty reason; he applied himself to the Madeira in his glass.  That, had been “collected” by his host, and its price was going up!  You couldn’t get it every day; worth two guineas a bottle!  How precious the idea that other people couldn’t get it, made it seem!  Liquid delight; the price was going up!  Soon there would be none left; immense!  Absolutely no one, then, could drink it!

“Wish I had some of this,” said the old baronet, “but I have drunk all mine.”

“Poor old chap!” thought Shelton; “after all, he’s not a bad old boy.  I wish I had his pluck.  His liver must be splendid.”

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