In my judgment the plaintiff is entitled to recover this sum from the defendant.
It has been sought, on behalf of the defendant, to show that no limit of expenditure was fixed or intended to be fixed by this correspondence. If this were so, I can find no reason for the plaintiffs importation into the correspondence of the figures of twelve thousand pounds and subsequently of fifty pounds. The defendants contention would render these figures meaningless. It is manifest to me that by his letter of May 20 he assented to a very clear proposition, by the terms of which he must be held to be bound.
In my judgment the plaintiff is entitled to recover this sum from the defendant.
It has been sought, on behalf of the defendant, to show that no limit of expenditure was fixed or intended to be fixed by this correspondence. If this were so, I can find no reason for the plaintiffs importation into the correspondence of the figures of twelve thousand pounds and subsequently of fifty pounds. The defendants contention would render these figures meaningless. It is manifest to me that by his letter of May 20 he assented to a very clear proposition, by the terms of which he must be held to be bound.
For these reasons there will be judgment for the plaintiff for the amount claimed with costs.
James sighed, and stooping, picked up his umbrella which had fallen with a rattle at the words importation into this correspondence.
Untangling his legs, he rapidly left the Court; without waiting for his son, he snapped up a hansom cab (it was a clear, grey afternoon) and drove straight to Timothys where he found Swithin; and to him, Mrs. Septimus Small, and Aunt Hester, he recounted the whole proceedings, eating two muffins not altogether in the intervals of speech.
Soames did very well, he ended; hes got his head screwed on the right way. This wont please Jolyon. Its a bad business for that young Bosinney; hell go bankrupt, I shouldnt wonder, and then after a long pause, during which he had stared disquietly into the fire, he added:
He wasnt there now why?
There was a sound of footsteps. The figure of a thick-set man, with the ruddy brown face of robust health, was seen in the back drawing-room. The forefinger of his upraised hand was outlined against the black of his frock coat. He spoke in a grudging voice.
Well, James, he said, I cant I cant stop, and turning round, he walked out.
It was Timothy.
James rose from his chair. There! he said, there! I knew there was something wro. He checked himself, and was silent, staring before him, as though he had seen a portent.
Chapter VI
Soames Breaks the News
In leaving the Court Soames did not go straight home. He felt disinclined for the City, and drawn by need for sympathy in his triumph, he, too, made his way, but slowly and on foot, to Timothys in the Bayswater Road.
His father had just left; Mrs. Small and Aunt Hester, in possession of the whole story, greeted him warmly. They were sure he was hungry after all that evidence. Smither should toast him some more muffins, his dear father had eaten them all. He must put his legs up on the sofa; and he must have a glass of prune brandy too. It was so strengthening.
Swithin was still present, having lingered later than his wont, for he felt in want of exercise. On hearing this suggestion, he pished. A pretty pass young men were coming to! His own liver was out of order, and he could not bear the thought of anyone else drinking prune brandy.
He went away almost immediately, saying to Soames: And hows your wife? You tell her from me that if shes dull, and likes to come and dine with me quietly, Ill give her such a bottle of champagne as she doesnt get every day. Staring down from his height on Soames he contracted his thick, puffy, yellow hand as though squeezing within it all this small fry, and throwing out his chest he waddled slowly away.
Mrs. Small and Aunt Hester were left horrified. Swithin was so droll!
They themselves were longing to ask Soames how Irene would take the result, yet knew that they must not; he would perhaps say something of his own accord, to throw some light on this, the present burning question in their lives, the question that from necessity of silence tortured them almost beyond bearing; for even Timothy had now been told, and the effect on his health was little short of alarming. And what, too, would June do? This, also, was a most exciting, if dangerous speculation!
They had never forgotten old Jolyons visit, since when he had not once been to see them; they had never forgotten the feeling it gave all who were present, that the family was no longer what it had been that the family was breaking up.
But Soames gave them no help, sitting with his knees crossed, talking of the Barbizon school of painters, whom he had just discovered. These were the coming men, he said; he should not wonder if a lot of money were made over them; he had his eye on two pictures by a man called Corot, charming things; if he could get them at a reasonable price he was going to buy them they would, he thought, fetch a big price some day.
Interested as they could not but be, neither Mrs. Septimus Small nor Aunt Hester could entirely acquiesce in being thus put off.
It was interesting most interesting and then Soames was so clever that they were sure he would do something with those pictures if anybody could; but what was his plan now that he had won his case; was he going to leave London at once, and live in the country, or what was he going to do?
Soames answered that he did not know, he thought they should be moving soon. He rose and kissed his aunts.
No sooner had Aunt Juley received this emblem of departure than a change came over her, as though she were being visited by dreadful courage; every little roll of flesh on her face seemed trying to escape from an invisible, confining mask.
She rose to the full extent of her more than medium height, and said: It has been on my mind a long time, dear, and if nobody else will tell you, I have made up my mind that.
Aunt Hester interrupted her: Mind, Julia, you do it. she gasped on your own responsibility!
Mrs. Small went on as though she had not heard: I think you ought to know, dear, that Mrs. MacAnder saw Irene walking in Richmond Park with Mr. Bosinney.
Aunt Hester, who had also risen, sank back in her chair, and turned her face away. Really Juley was too she should not do such things when she Aunt Hester, was in the room; and, breathless with anticipation, she waited for what Soames would answer.
He had flushed the peculiar flush which always centred between his eyes; lifting his hand, and, as it were, selecting a finger, he bit a nail delicately; then, drawling it out between set lips, he said: Mrs. MacAnder is a cat!
Without waiting for any reply, he left the room.
When he went into Timothys he had made up his mind what course to pursue on getting home. He would go up to Irene and say:
Well, Ive won my case, and theres an end of it! I dont want to be hard on Bosinney; Ill see if we cant come to some arrangement; he shant be pressed. And now lets turn over a new leaf! Well let the house, and get out of these fogs. Well go down to Robin Hill at once. I I never meant to be rough with you! Lets shake hands and Perhaps she would let him kiss her, and forget!
When he came out of Timothys his intentions were no longer so simple. The smouldering jealousy and suspicion of months blazed up within him. He would put an end to that sort of thing once and for all; he would not have her drag his name in the dirt! If she could not or would not love him, as was her duty and his right she should not play him tricks with anyone else! He would tax her with it; threaten to divorce her! That would make her behave; she would never face that. But but what if she did? He was staggered; this had not occurred to him.
What if she did? What if she made him a confession? How would he stand then? He would have to bring a divorce!
A divorce! Thus close, the word was paralyzing, so utterly at variance with all the principles that had hitherto guided his life. Its lack of compromise appalled him; he felt like the captain of a ship, going to the side of his vessel, and, with his own hands throwing over the most precious of his bales. This jettisoning of his property with his own hand seemed uncanny to Soames. It would injure him in his profession: He would have to get rid of the house at Robin Hill, on which he had spent so much money, so much anticipation and at a sacrifice. And she! She would no longer belong to him, not even in name! She would pass out of his life, and he he should never see her again!
He traversed in the cab the length of a street without getting beyond the thought that he should never see her again!
But perhaps there was nothing to confess, even now very likely there was nothing to confess. Was it wise to push things so far? Was it wise to put himself into a position where he might have to eat his words? The result of this case would ruin Bosinney; a ruined man was desperate, but what could he do? He might go abroad, ruined men always went abroad. What could they do if indeed it was they without money? It would be better to wait and see how things turned out. If necessary, he could have her watched. The agony of his jealousy (for all the world like the crisis of an aching tooth) came on again; and he almost cried out. But he must decide, fix on some course of action before he got home. When the cab drew up at the door, he had decided nothing.
He entered, pale, his hands moist with perspiration, dreading to meet her, burning to meet her, ignorant of what he was to say or do.
The maid Bilson was in the hall, and in answer to his question: Where is your mistress? told him that Mrs. Forsyte had left the house about noon, taking with her a trunk and bag.
Snatching the sleeve of his fur coat away from her grasp, he confronted her:
What? he exclaimed; whats that you said? Suddenly recollecting that he must not betray emotion, he added: What message did she leave? and noticed with secret terror the startled look of the maids eyes.