At breakfast next morning she asked him what time she should order the carriage.
Carriage! he said, with some appearance of innocence; what for? Im not going out!
She answered: If you dont go early, you wont catch Uncle James before he goes into the City.
James! what about your Uncle James?
The house, she replied, in such a voice that he no longer pretended ignorance.
Ive not made up my mind, he said.
You must! You must! Oh! Gran think of me!
Old Jolyon grumbled out: Think of you Im always thinking of you, but you dont think of yourself; you dont think what youre letting yourself in for. Well, order the carriage at ten!
At a quarter past he was placing his umbrella in the stand at Park Lane he did not choose to relinquish his hat and coat; telling Warmson that he wanted to see his master, he went, without being announced, into the study, and sat down.
James was still in the dining-room talking to Soames, who had come round again before breakfast. On hearing who his visitor was, he muttered nervously: Now, whats he want, I wonder?
He then got up.
Well, he said to Soames, dont you go doing anything in a hurry. The first thing is to find out where she is I should go to Stainers about it; theyre the best men, if they cant find her, nobody can. And suddenly moved to strange softness, he muttered to himself, Poor little thing, I cant tell what she was thinking about! and went out blowing his nose.
Old Jolyon did not rise on seeing his brother, but held out his hand, and exchanged with him the clasp of a Forsyte.
James took another chair by the table, and leaned his head on his hand.
Well, he said, how are you? We dont see much of you nowadays!
Old Jolyon paid no attention to the remark.
Hows Emily? he asked; and waiting for no reply, went on Ive come to see you about this affair of young Bosinneys. Im told that new house of his is a white elephant.
I dont know anything about a white elephant[46], said James, I know hes lost his case, and I should say hell go bankrupt.
Old Jolyon was not slow to seize the opportunity this gave him.
I shouldnt wonder a bit! he agreed; and if he goes bankrupt, the man of property that is, Soamesll be out of pocket. Now, what I was thinking was this: If hes not going to live there.
Seeing both surprise and suspicion in James eye, he quickly went on: I dont want to know anything; I suppose Irenes put her foot down[47] its not material to me. But Im thinking of a house in the country myself, not too far from London, and if it suited me I dont say that I mightnt look at it, at a price.
James listened to this statement with a strange mixture of doubt, suspicion, and relief, merging into a dread of something behind, and tinged with the remains of his old undoubted reliance upon his elder brothers good faith and judgment. There was anxiety, too, as to what old Jolyon could have heard and how he had heard it; and a sort of hopefulness arising from the thought that if Junes connection with Bosinney were completely at an end, her grandfather would hardly seem anxious to help the young fellow. Altogether he was puzzled; as he did not like either to show this, or to commit himself in any way, he said:
They tell me youre altering your Will in favour of your son.
He had not been told this; he had merely added the fact of having seen old Jolyon with his son and grandchildren to the fact that he had taken his Will away from Forsyte, Bustard and Forsyte. The shot went home.
Who told you that? asked old Jolyon.
Im sure I dont know, said James; I cant remember names I know somebody told me Soames spent a lot of money on this house; hes not likely to part with it except at a good price.
Well, said old Jolyon, if he thinks Im going to pay a fancy price, hes mistaken. Ive not got the money to throw away that he seems to have. Let him try and sell it at a forced sale, and see what hell get. Its not every mans house, I hear!
James, who was secretly also of this opinion, answered: Its a gentlemans house. Soames is here now if youd like to see him.
No, said old Jolyon, I havent got as far as that; and Im not likely to, I can see that very well if Im met in this manner!
James was a little cowed; when it came to the actual figures of a commercial transaction he was sure of himself, for then he was dealing with facts, not with men; but preliminary negotiations such as these made him nervous he never knew quite how far he could go.
Well, he said, I know nothing about it. Soames, he tells me nothing; I should think hed entertain it its a question of price.
Oh! said old Jolyon, dont let him make a favour of it! He placed his hat on his head in dudgeon.
The door was opened and Soames came in.
Theres a policeman out here, he said with his half smile, for Uncle Jolyon.
Old Jolyon looked at him angrily, and James said: A policeman? I dont know anything about a policeman. But I suppose you know something about him, he added to old Jolyon with a look of suspicion: I suppose youd better see him!
In the hall an Inspector of Police stood stolidly regarding with heavy-lidded pale-blue eyes the fine old English furniture picked up by James at the famous Mavrojano sale in Portman Square. Youll find my brother in there, said James.
The Inspector raised his fingers respectfully to his peaked cap, and entered the study.
James saw him go in with a strange sensation.
Well, he said to Soames, I suppose we must wait and see what he wants. Your uncles been here about the house!
He returned with Soames into the dining-room, but could not rest.
Now what does he want? he murmured again.
Who? replied Soames: the Inspector? They sent him round from Stanhope Gate, thats all I know. That nonconformist of Uncle Jolyons has been pilfering, I shouldnt wonder!
But in spite of his calmness, he too was ill at ease.
At the end of ten minutes old Jolyon came in. He walked up to the table, and stood there perfectly silent pulling at his long white moustaches. James gazed up at him with opening mouth; he had never seen his brother look like this.
Old Jolyon raised his hand, and said slowly:
Young Bosinney has been run over in the fog and killed.
Then standing above his brother and his nephew, and looking down at him with his deep eyes:
Theres some talk of suicide, he said.
James jaw dropped. Suicide! What should he do that for?
Old Jolyon answered sternly: God knows, if you and your son dont!
But James did not reply.
For all men of great age, even for all Forsytes, life has had bitter experiences. The passer-by, who sees them wrapped in cloaks of custom, wealth, and comfort, would never suspect that such black shadows had fallen on their roads. To every man of great age to Sir Walter Bentham himself the idea of suicide has once at least been present in the ante-room of his soul; on the threshold, waiting to enter, held out from the inmost chamber by some chance reality, some vague fear, some painful hope. To Forsytes that final renunciation of property is hard. Oh! it is hard! Seldom perhaps never can they achieve it; and yet, how near have they not sometimes been!
So even with James! Then in the medley of his thoughts, he broke out: Why I saw it in the paper yesterday: Run over in the fog! They didnt know his name! He turned from one face to the other in his confusion of soul; but instinctively all the time he was rejecting that rumour of suicide. He dared not entertain this thought, so against his interest, against the interest of his son, of every Forsyte. He strove against it; and as his nature ever unconsciously rejected that which it could not with safety accept, so gradually he overcame this fear. It was an accident! It must have been!
Old Jolyon broke in on his reverie.
Death was instantaneous. He lay all day yesterday at the hospital. There was nothing to tell them who he was. I am going there now; you and your son had better come too.
No one opposing this command he led the way from the room.
The day was still and clear and bright, and driving over to Park Lane from Stanhope Gate, old Jolyon had had the carriage open. Sitting back on the padded cushions, finishing his cigar, he had noticed with pleasure the keen crispness of the air, the bustle of the cabs and people; the strange, almost Parisian, alacrity that the first fine day will bring into London streets after a spell of fog or rain. And he had felt so happy; he had not felt like it for months. His confession to June was off his mind; he had the prospect of his sons, above all, of his grandchildrens company in the future (he had appointed to meet young Jolyon at the Hotch Potch that very manning to discuss it again); and there was the pleasurable excitement of a coming encounter, a coming victory, over James and the man of property in the matter of the house.
He had the carriage closed now; he had no heart to look on gaiety; nor was it right that Forsytes should be seen driving with an Inspector of Police.
In that carriage the Inspector spoke again of the death:
It was not so very thick Just there. The driver says the gentleman must have had time to see what he was about, he seemed to walk right into it. It appears that he was very hard up, we found several pawn tickets at his rooms, his account at the bank is overdrawn, and theres this case in to-days papers; his cold blue eyes travelled from one to another of the three Forsytes in the carriage.
Old Jolyon watching from his corner saw his brothers face change, and the brooding, worried look deepen on it. At the Inspectors words, indeed, all James doubts and fears revived. Hard-up pawn-tickets an overdrawn account! These words that had all his life been a far-off nightmare to him, seemed to make uncannily real that suspicion of suicide which must on no account be entertained. He sought his sons eye; but lynx-eyed, taciturn, immovable, Soames gave no answering look. And to old Jolyon watching, divining the league of mutual defence between them, there came an overmastering desire to have his own son at his side, as though this visit to the dead mans body was a battle in which otherwise he must single-handed meet those two. And the thought of how to keep Junes name out of the business kept whirring in his brain. James had his son to support him! Why should he not send for Jo?