Dartie sprang to his feet; grasping his glass, he muttered something about that 4.30 race, and swiftly withdrew to the card-room, where Soames never came. Here, in complete isolation and a dim light, he lived his own life till half past seven, by which hour he knew Soames must certainly have left the club.
It would not do, as he kept repeating to himself whenever he felt the impulse to join the gossips in the bay-window getting too strong for him it absolutely would not do, with finances as low as his, and the old man (James) rusty ever since that business over the oil shares, which was no fault of his, to risk a row with Winifred.
If Soames were to see him in the club it would be sure to come round to her that he wasnt at the dentists at all. He never knew a family where things came round so. Uneasily, amongst the green baize card-tables, a frown on his olive coloured face, his check trousers crossed, and patent-leather boots shining through the gloom, he sat biting his forefinger, and wondering where the deuce he was to get the money if Erotic failed to win the Lancashire Cup.
His thoughts turned gloomily to the Forsytes. What a set they were! There was no getting anything out of them at least, it was a matter of extreme difficulty. They were so d d particular about money matters; not a sportsman amongst the lot, unless it were George. That fellow Soames, for instance, would have a fit if you tried to borrow a tenner from him, or, if he didnt have a fit, he looked at you with his cursed supercilious smile, as if you were a lost soul because you were in want of money.
And that wife of his (Darties mouth watered involuntarily), he had tried to be on good terms with her, as one naturally would with any pretty sister-in-law, but he would be cursed if the (he mentally used a coarse word) would have anything to say to him she looked at him, indeed, as if he were dirt and yet she could go far enough, he wouldnt mind betting. He knew women; they werent made with soft eyes and figures like that for nothing, as that fellow Soames would jolly soon find out, if there were anything in what he had heard about this Buccaneer Johnny.
Rising from his chair, Dartie took a turn across the room, ending in front of the looking-glass over the marble chimney-piece; and there he stood for a long time contemplating in the glass the reflection of his face. It had that look, peculiar to some men, of having been steeped in linseed oil, with its waxed dark moustaches and the little distinguished commencements of side whiskers; and concernedly he felt the promise of a pimple on the side of his slightly curved and fattish nose.
In the meantime old Jolyon had found the remaining chair in Timothys commodious drawing-room. His advent had obviously put a stop to the conversation, decided awkwardness having set in. Aunt Juley, with her well-known kindheartedness, hastened to set people at their ease again.
Yes, Jolyon, she said, we were just saying that you havent been here for a long time; but we mustnt be surprised. Youre busy, of course? James was just saying what a busy time of year.
Was he? said old Jolyon, looking hard at James. It wouldnt be half so busy if everybody minded their own business.
James, brooding in a small chair from which his knees ran uphill, shifted his feet uneasily, and put one of them down on the cat, which had unwisely taken refuge from old Jolyon beside him.
Here, youve got a cat here, he said in an injured voice, withdrawing his foot nervously as he felt it squeezing into the soft, furry body.
Several, said old Jolyon, looking at one face and another; I trod on one just now.
Here, youve got a cat here, he said in an injured voice, withdrawing his foot nervously as he felt it squeezing into the soft, furry body.
Several, said old Jolyon, looking at one face and another; I trod on one just now.
A silence followed.
Then Mrs. Small, twisting her fingers and gazing round with pathetic calm, asked: And how is dear June?
A twinkle of humour shot through the sternness of old Jolyons eyes. Extraordinary old woman, Juley! No one quite like her for saying the wrong thing!
Bad! he said; London dont agree with her too many people about, too much clatter and chatter by half. He laid emphasis on the words, and again looked James in the face.
Nobody spoke.
A feeling of its being too dangerous to take a step in any direction, or hazard any remark, had fallen on them all. Something of the sense of the impending, that comes over the spectator of a Greek tragedy, had entered that upholstered room, filled with those white-haired, frock-coated old men, and fashionably attired women, who were all of the same blood, between all of whom existed an unseizable resemblance.
Not that they were conscious of it the visits of such fateful, bitter spirits are only felt.
Then Swithin rose. He would not sit there, feeling like that he was not to be put down by anyone! And, manoeuvring round the room with added pomp, he shook hands with each separately.
You tell Timothy from me, he said, that he coddles himself too much! Then, turning to Francie, whom he considered smart, he added: You come with me for a drive one of these days. But this conjured up the vision of that other eventful drive which had been so much talked about, and he stood quite still for a second, with glassy eyes, as though waiting to catch up with the significance of what he himself had said; then, suddenly recollecting that he didnt care a damn, he turned to old Jolyon: Well, good-bye, Jolyon! You shouldnt go about without an overcoat; youll be getting sciatica or something! And, kicking the cat slightly with the pointed tip of his patent leather boot, he took his huge form away.
When he had gone everyone looked secretly at the others, to see how they had taken the mention of the word drive the word which had become famous, and acquired an overwhelming importance, as the only official so to speak news in connection with the vague and sinister rumour clinging to the family tongue.
Euphemia, yielding to an impulse, said with a short laugh: Im glad Uncle Swithin doesnt ask me to go for drives.
Mrs. Small, to reassure her and smooth over any little awkwardness the subject might have, replied: My dear, he likes to take somebody well dressed, who will do him a little credit. I shall never forget the drive he took me. It was an experience! And her chubby round old face was spread for a moment with a strange contentment; then broke into pouts, and tears came into her eyes. She was thinking of that long ago driving tour she had once taken with Septimus Small.
James, who had relapsed into his nervous brooding in the little chair, suddenly roused himself: Hes a funny fellow, Swithin, he said, but in a half-hearted way.
Old Jolyons silence, his stern eyes, held them all in a kind of paralysis. He was disconcerted himself by the effect of his own words an effect which seemed to deepen the importance of the very rumour he had come to scotch; but he was still angry.
He had not done with them yet No, no he would give them another rub or two.
He did not wish to rub his nieces, he had no quarrel with them a young and presentable female always appealed to old Jolyons clemency but that fellow James, and, in a less degree perhaps, those others, deserved all they would get. And he, too, asked for Timothy.
As though feeling that some danger threatened her younger brother, Aunt Juley suddenly offered him tea: There it is, she said, all cold and nasty, waiting for you in the back drawing room, but Smither shall make you some fresh.
Old Jolyon rose: Thank you, he said, looking straight at James, but Ive no time for tea, and scandal, and the rest of it! Its time I was at home. Good-bye, Julia; good-bye, Hester; good-bye, Winifred.
Without more ceremonious adieux, he marched out.
Once again in his cab, his anger evaporated, for so it ever was with his wrath when he had rapped out, it was gone. Sadness came over his spirit. He had stopped their mouths, maybe, but at what a cost! At the cost of certain knowledge that the rumour he had been resolved not to believe was true. June was abandoned, and for the wife of that fellows son! He felt it was true, and hardened himself to treat it as if it were not; but the pain he hid beneath this resolution began slowly, surely, to vent itself in a blind resentment against James and his son.
The six women and one man left behind in the little drawing-room began talking as easily as might be after such an occurrence, for though each one of them knew for a fact that he or she never talked scandal, each one of them also knew that the other six did; all were therefore angry and at a loss. James only was silent, disturbed, to the bottom of his soul.
Presently Francie said: Do you know, I think Uncle Jolyon is terribly changed this last year. What do you think, Aunt Hester?
Aunt Hester made a little movement of recoil: Oh, ask your Aunt Julia! she said; I know nothing about it.
No one else was afraid of assenting, and James muttered gloomily at the floor: Hes not half the man he was.
Ive noticed it a long time, went on Francie; hes aged tremendously.
Aunt Juley shook her head; her face seemed suddenly to have become one immense pout.
Poor dear Jolyon, she said, somebody ought to see to it for him!
There was again silence; then, as though in terror of being left solitarily behind, all five visitors rose simultaneously, and took their departure.
Mrs. Small, Aunt Hester, and their cat were left once more alone, the sound of a door closing in the distance announced the approach of Timothy.
That evening, when Aunt Hester had just got off to sleep in the back bedroom that used to be Aunt Juleys before Aunt Juley took Aunt Anns, her door was opened, and Mrs. Small, in a pink night-cap, a candle in her hand, entered: Hester! she said. Hester!
Aunt Hester faintly rustled the sheet.
Hester, repeated Aunt Juley, to make quite sure that she had awakened her, I am quite troubled about poor dear Jolyon. What, Aunt Juley dwelt on the word, do you think ought to be done?