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.

There was old Jolyon in Stanhope Place; the Jameses in Park Lane; Swithin in the lonely glory of orange and blue chambers in Hyde Park Mansions—­he had never married, not he—­the Soamses in their nest off Knightsbridge; the Rogers in Prince’s Gardens (Roger was that remarkable Forsyte who had conceived and carried out the notion of bringing up his four sons to a new profession.  “Collect house property, nothing like it,” he would say; “I never did anything else").

The Haymans again—­Mrs. Hayman was the one married Forsyte sister—­in a house high up on Campden Hill, shaped like a giraffe, and so tall that it gave the observer a crick in the neck; the Nicholases in Ladbroke Grove, a spacious abode and a great bargain; and last, but not least, Timothy’s on the Bayswater Road, where Ann, and Juley, and Hester, lived under his protection.

But all this time James was musing, and now he inquired of his host and brother what he had given for that house in Montpellier Square.  He himself had had his eye on a house there for the last two years, but they wanted such a price.

Old Jolyon recounted the details of his purchase.

“Twenty-two years to run?” repeated James; “The very house I was after—­you’ve given too much for it!”

Old Jolyon frowned.

“It’s not that I want it,” said James hastily; it wouldn’t suit my purpose at that price.  Soames knows the house, well—­he’ll tell you it’s too dear—­his opinion’s worth having.”

“I don’t,” said old Jolyon, “care a fig for his opinion.”

“Well,” murmured James, “you will have your own way—­it’s a good opinion.  Good-bye!  We’re going to drive down to Hurlingham.  They tell me June’s going to Wales.  You’ll be lonely tomorrow.  What’ll you do with yourself?  You’d better come and dine with us!”

Old Jolyon refused.  He went down to the front door and saw them into their barouche, and twinkled at them, having already forgotten his spleen—­Mrs. James facing the horses, tall and majestic with auburn hair; on her left, Irene—­the two husbands, father and son, sitting forward, as though they expected something, opposite their wives.  Bobbing and bounding upon the spring cushions, silent, swaying to each motion of their chariot, old Jolyon watched them drive away under the sunlight.

During the drive the silence was broken by Mrs. James.

“Did you ever see such a collection of rumty-too people?”

Soames, glancing at her beneath his eyelids, nodded, and he saw Irene steal at him one of her unfathomable looks.  It is likely enough that each branch of the Forsyte family made that remark as they drove away from old Jolyon’s ‘At Home!’

Amongst the last of the departing guests the fourth and fifth brothers, Nicholas and Roger, walked away together, directing their steps alongside Hyde Park towards the Praed Street Station of the Underground.  Like all other Forsytes of a certain age they kept carriages of their own, and never took cabs if by any means they could avoid it.

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