首页 >出版文学> Indian Summer of a Forsyte>第44章
  ”Dicky!”saidJames。”You’realwayswastingyourmoneyonsomething。”Buthesufferedthechangetobemadetillhisneckalsoshone,murmuringvaguely:”He’sanextravagantchap,I’mafraid。”
  Alittlebrighterintheeye,withrathermorecolourthanusualinhischeeks,hetookhisseatinthedrawing-roomtowaitforthesoundofthefront-doorbell。”I’vemadeitaproperdinnerparty,”Emilysaidcomfortably;”I
  thoughtitwouldbegoodpracticeforImogen——shemustgetusedtoitnowshe’scomingout。”
  Jamesutteredanindeterminatesound,thinkingofImogenassheusedtoclimbabouthiskneeorpullChristmascrackerswithhim。”She’llbepretty,”hemuttered,”Ishouldn’twonder。””Sheispretty,”saidEmily;”sheoughttomakeagoodmatch。””Thereyougo,”murmuredJames;”she’dmuchbetterstayathomeandlookafterhermother。”AsecondDartiecarryingoffhisprettygranddaughterwouldfinishhim!HehadneverquiteforgivenEmilyforhavingbeenasmuchtakeninbyMontagueDartieashehimselfhadbeen。”Where’sWarmson?”hesaidsuddenly。”IshouldlikeaglassofMadeirato-night。””There’schampagne,James。”
  Jamesshookhishead。”Nobody,”hesaid;”Ican’tgetanygoodoutofit。”
  Emilyreachedforwardonhersideofthefireandrangthebell。”YourmasterwouldlikeabottleofMadeiraopened,Warmson。””No,no!”saidJames,thetipsofhisearsquiveringwithvehemence,andhiseyesfixedonanobjectseenbyhimalone。”Lookhere,Warmson,yougototheinnercellar,andonthemiddleshelfoftheendbinontheleftyou’llseesevenbottles;taketheoneinthecentre,anddon’tshakeit。It’sthelastoftheMadeiraIhadfromMr。Jolyonwhenwecameinhere——neverbeenmoved;itoughttobeinprimeconditionstill;butIdon’tknow,I
  can’ttell。””Verygood,sir,”respondedthewithdrawingWarmson。”Iwaskeepingitforourgoldenwedding,”saidJamessuddenly,”butIshan’tlivethreeyearsatmyage。””Nonsense,James,”saidEmily,”don’ttalklikethat。””Ioughttohavegotitupmyself,”murmuredJames,”he’llshakeitaslikelyasnot。”Andhesankintosilentrecollectionoflongmomentsamongtheopengas-jets,thecobwebsandthegoodsmellofwine-soakedcorks,whichhadbeenappetisertosomanyfeasts。InthewinefromthatcellarwaswrittenthehistoryofthefortyoddyearssincehehadcometotheParkLanehousewithhisyoungbride,andofthemanygenerationsoffriendsandacquaintanceswhohadpassedintotheunknown;itsdepletedbinspreservedtherecordoffamilyfestivity——allthemarriages,births,deathsofhiskithandkin。Andwhenhewasgonethereitwouldbe,andhedidn’tknowwhatwouldbecomeofit。It’dbedrunkorspoiled,heshouldn’twonder!
  >Fromthatdeepreverietheentranceofhissondraggedhim,followedverysoonbythatofWinifredandhertwoeldest。
  Theywentdownarm-in-arm——JameswithImogen,thedebutante,becausehisprettygrandchildcheeredhim;SoameswithWinifred;
  EmilywithVal,whoseeyeslightingontheoystersbrightened。
  Thiswastobeaproperfull’blowout’with’fizz’andport!Andhefeltinneedofit,afterwhathehaddonethatday,asyetundivulged。Afterthefirstglassortwoitbecamepleasanttohavethisbombshelluphissleeve,thispieceofsensationalpatriotism,orexample,rather,ofpersonaldaring,todisplay——forhispleasureinwhathehaddoneforhisQueenandCountrywassofarentirelypersonal。Hewasnowa’blood,’indissolublyconnectedwithgunsandhorses;hehadarighttoswagger——not,ofcourse,thathewasgoingto。Heshouldjustannounceitquietly,whentherewasapause。And,glancingdownthemenu,hedeterminedon’Bombeauxfraises’asthepropermoment;therewouldbeacertainsolemnitywhiletheywereeatingthat。Onceortwicebeforetheyreachedthatrosysummitofthedinnerhewasattackedbyremembrancethathisgrandfatherwasnevertoldanything!
  Still,theoldboywasdrinkingMadeira,andlookingjollyfit!
  Besides,heoughttobepleasedatthisset-offtothedisgraceofthedivorce。Thesightofhisuncleopposite,too,wasasharpincentive。Hewassofarfrombeingasportsmanthatitwouldbeworthalottoseehisface。Besides,bettertotellhismotherinthiswaythanprivately,whichmightupsetthemboth!Hewassorryforher,butafterallonecouldn’tbeexpectedtofeelmuchforotherswhenonehadtopartfromHolly。
  Hisgrandfather’svoicetravelledtohimthinly。”Val,tryalittleoftheMadeirawithyourice。Youwon’tgetthatupatcollege。”
  Valwatchedtheslowliquidfillinghisglass,theessentialoiloftheoldwineglazingthesurface;inhaleditsaroma,andthought:
  ’Nowforit!’Itwasarichmoment。Hesipped,andagentleglowspreadinhisveins,alreadyheated。Witharapidlookround,hesaid,”IjoinedtheImperialYeomanryto-day,Granny,”andemptiedhisglassasthoughdrinkingthehealthofhisownact。”What!”Itwashismother’sdesolatelittleword。”YoungJollyForsyteandIwentdowntheretogether。””Youdidn’tsign?”fromUncleSoames。”Rather!WegointocamponMonday。””Isay!”criedImogen。
  AlllookedatJames。Hewasleaningforwardwithhishandbehindhisear。”What’sthat?”hesaid。”What’shesaying?Ican’thear。”
  EmilyreachedforwardtopatVal’shand。”It’sonlythatValhasjoinedtheYeomanry,James;it’sveryniceforhim。He’lllookhisbestinuniform。””Joinedthe——rubbish!”camefromJames,tremulouslyloud。”Youcan’tseetwoyardsbeforeyournose。He——he’llhavetogooutthere。Why!he’llbefightingbeforeheknowswhereheis。”
  ValsawImogen’seyesadmiringhim,andhismotherstillandfashionablewithherhandkerchiefbeforeherlips。
  Suddenlyhisunclespoke。”You’reunderage。””Ithoughtofthat,”smiledVal;”Igavemyageastwenty-one。”
  Heheardhisgrandmother’sadmiring,”Well,Val,thatwaspluckyofyou;”wasconsciousofWarmsondeferentiallyfillinghischampagneglass;andofhisgrandfather’svoicemoaning:”Idon’tknowwhat’llbecomeofyouifyougoonlikethis。”
  Imogenwaspattinghisshoulder,hisunclelookingathimsidelong;
  onlyhismothersatunmoving,till,affectedbyherstillness,Valsaid:”It’sallright,youknow;weshallsoonhavethemontherun。I
  onlyhopeIshallcomeinforsomething。”
  Hefeltelated,sorry,tremendouslyimportantallatonce。ThiswouldshowUncleSoames,andalltheForsytes,howtobesportsmen。
  Hehadcertainlydonesomethingheroicandexceptionalingivinghisageastwenty-one。
  Emily’svoicebroughthimbacktoearth。”Youmustn’thaveasecondglass,James。Warmson!””Won’ttheybeastonishedatTimothy’s!”burstoutImogen。”I’dgiveanythingtoseetheirfaces。Doyouhaveasword,Val,oronlyapopgun?””Whatmadeyou?”
  Hisuncle’svoiceproducedaslightchillinthepitofVal’sstomach。Madehim?Howanswerthat?Hewasgratefulforhisgrandmother’scomfortable:”Well,Ithinkit’sverypluckyofVal。I’msurehe’llmakeasplendidsoldier;he’sjustthefigureforit。Weshallallbeproudofhim。””WhathadyoungJollyForsytetodowithit?Whydidyougotogether?”pursuedSoames,uncannilyrelentless。”Ithoughtyouweren’tfriendlywithhim?””I’mnot,”mumbledVal,”butIwasn’tgoingtobebeatenbyhim。”
  Hesawhisunclelookathimquitedifferently,asifapproving。
  Hisgrandfatherwasnoddingtoo,hisgrandmothertossingherhead。
  Theyallapprovedofhisnotbeingbeatenbythatcousinofhis。
  Theremustbeareason!Valwasdimlyconsciousofsomedisturbingpointoutsidehisrangeofvision;asitmightbe,theunlocatedcentreofacyclone。And,staringathisuncle’sface,hehadaquiteunaccountablevisionofawomanwithdarkeyes,goldhair,andawhiteneck,whosmeltnice,andhadprettysilkenclotheswhichhehadlikedfeelingwhenhewasquitesmall。ByJove,yes!
  AuntIrene!Sheusedtokisshim,andhehadbittenherarmonce,playfully,becausehelikedit——sosoft。Hisgrandfatherwasspeaking:”What’shisfatherdoing?””He’sawayinParis,”Valsaid,staringattheveryqueerexpressiononhisuncle’sface,like——likethatofasnarlingdog。”Artists!”saidJames。Thewordcomingfromtheverybottomofhissoul,brokeupthedinner。
  Oppositehismotherinthecabgoinghome,Valtastedtheafter-
  fruitsofheroism,likemedlarsover-ripe。
  Sheonlysaid,indeed,thathemustgotohistailor’satonceandhavehisuniformproperlymade,andnotjustputupwithwhattheygavehim。Buthecouldfeelthatshewasverymuchupset。Itwasonhislipstoconsoleherwiththespokenthoughtthathewouldbeoutofthewayofthatbeastlydivorce,butthepresenceofImogen,andtheknowledgethathismotherwouldnotbeoutoftheway,restrainedhim。Hefeltaggrievedthatshedidnotseemmoreproudofhim。WhenImogenhadgonetobed,heriskedtheemotional。”I’mawfullysorrytohavetoleaveyou,Mother。””Well,Imustmakethebestofit。Wemusttryandgetyouacommissionassoonaswecan;thenyouwon’thavetoroughitso。