Indian Summer of a Forsyte

第64章

Allthatdayandthenexthehardlyutteredaword,buttherewasinhiseyesanoticingofeverythingdoneforhim,alookonhisfacewhichtoldherhewasfighting;andshedidnotlosehope。

Hisverystillness,thewayheconservedeverylittlescrapofenergy,showedthetenacitywithwhichhewasfighting。Ittouchedherdeeply;andthoughherfacewascomposedandcomfortableinthesick-room,tearsrandownhercheekswhenshewasoutofit。

Abouttea-timeonthethirdday——shehadjustchangedherdress,keepingherappearancesoasnottoalarmhim,becausehenoticedeverything——shesawadifference。’It’snouse;I’mtired,’waswrittenplainlyacrossthatwhiteface,andwhenshewentuptohim,hemuttered:”SendforSoames。””Yes,James,”shesaidcomfortably;”allright——atonce。”Andshekissedhisforehead。Ateardroppedthere,andasshewipeditoffshesawthathiseyeslookedgrateful。Muchupset,andwithouthopenow,shesentSoamesthetelegram。

Whenheenteredoutoftheblackwindynight,thebighousewasstillasagrave。Warmson’sbroadfacelookedalmostnarrow;hetookthefurcoatwithasortofaddedcare,saying:”Willyouhaveaglassofwine,sir?”

Soamesshookhishead,andhiseyebrowsmadeenquiry。

Warmson’slipstwitched。”He’saskingforyou,sir;”andsuddenlyheblewhisnose。”It’salongtime,sir,”hesaid,”thatI’vebeenwithMr。Forsyte——alongtime。”

Soameslefthimfoldingthecoat,andbegantomountthestairs。

Thishouse,wherehehadbeenbornandsheltered,hadneverseemedtohimsowarm,andrich,andcosy,asduringthislastpilgrimagetohisfather’sroom。Itwasnothistaste;butinitsownsub-

stantial,lincrustawayitwastheacmeofcomfortandsecurity。

Andthenightwassodarkandwindy;thegravesocoldandlonelyHepausedoutsidethedoor。Nosoundcamefromwithin。Heturnedthehandlesoftlyandwasintheroombeforehewasperceived。Thelightwasshaded。HismotherandWinifredweresittingonthefarsideofthebed;thenursewasmovingawayfromthenearsidewherewasanemptychair。’Forme!’thoughtSoames。Ashemovedfromthedoorhismotherandsisterrose,buthesignedwithhishandandtheysatdownagain。Hewentuptothechairandstoodlookingathisfather。James’breathingwasasifstrangled;hiseyeswereclosed。AndinSoames,lookingonhisfathersowornandwhiteandwasted,listeningtohisstrangledbreathing,thereroseapassionatevehemenceofangeragainstNature,cruel,inexorableNature,kneelingonthechestofthatwispofabody,slowlypressingoutthebreath,pressingoutthelifeofthebeingwhowasdearesttohimintheworld。Hisfather,ofallmen,hadlivedacarefullife,moderate,abstemious,andthiswashisreward——tohavelifeslowly,painfullysqueezedoutofhim!And,withoutknowingthathespoke,hesaid:”It’scruel!”

HesawhismothercoverhereyesandWinifredbowherfacetowardsthebed。Women!Theyputupwiththingssomuch。betterthanmen。Hetookastepnearertohisfather。ForthreedaysJameshadnotbeenshaved,andhislipsandchinwerecoveredwithhair,hardlymoresnowythanhisforehead。Itsoftenedhisface,gaveitaqueerlookalreadynotofthisworld。Hiseyesopened。Soameswentquitecloseandbentover。Thelipsmoved。”HereIam,Father:””Um——what——whatnews?Theynevertell……”thevoicedied,andafloodofemotionmadeSoames’faceworksothathecouldnotspeak。

Tellhim?——yes。Butwhat?Hemadeagreateffort,gothislipstogether,andsaid:”Goodnews,dear,good——Annette,ason。””Ah!”Itwasthequeerestsound,ugly,relieved,pitiful,triumphant——likethenoiseababymakesgettingwhatitwants。Theeyesclosed,andthatstrangledsoundofbreathingbeganagain。

Soamesrecoiledtothechairandstonilysatdown。Theliehehadtold,based,asitwere,onsomedeep,temperamentalinstinctthatafterdeathJameswouldnotknowthetruth,hadtakenawayallpoweroffeelingforthemoment。Hisarmbrushedagainstsomething。Itwashisfather’snakedfoot。Inthestruggletobreathehehadpusheditoutfromundertheclothes。Soamestookitinhishand,acoldfoot,lightandthin,white,verycold。

Whatusetoputitback,towrapupthatwhichmustbecoldersoon!

Hewarmeditmechanicallywithhishand,listeningtohisfather’slabouredbreathing;whilethepoweroffeelingroseagainwithinhim。Alittlesob,quicklysmothered,camefromWinifred,buthismothersatunmovingwithhereyesfixedonJames。Soamessignedtothenurse。”Where’sthedoctor?”hewhispered。”He’sbeensentfor。””Can’tyoudoanythingtoeasehisbreathing?””Onlyaninjection;andhecan’tstandit。Thedoctorsaid,whilehewasfighting……

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