five tales-第49部分
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paint brush。
〃Dinner's in half an hour。 You'd like to wash your hands！ I'll take you to June's room。〃
He saw her looking round eagerly； what changes since she had last visited this house with her husband； or her lover； or both perhaps he did not know； could not say！ All that was dark； and he wished to leave it so。 But what changes！ And in the hall he said：
〃My boy Jo's a painter； you know。 He's got a lot of taste。 It isn't mine； of course； but I've let him have his way。〃
She was standing very still； her eyes roaming through the hall and music room； as it now wasall thrown into one； under the great skylight。 Old Jolyon had an odd impression of her。 Was she trying to conjure somebody from the shades of that space where the colouring was all pearl…grey and silver？ He would have had gold himself； more lively and solid。 But Jo had French tastes； and it had come out shadowy like that； with an effect as of the fume of cigarettes the chap was always smoking； broken here and there by a little blaze of blue or crimson colour。 It was not his dream！ Mentally he had hung this space with those gold…framed masterpieces of still and stiller life which he had bought in days when quantity was precious。 And now where were they？ Sold for a song！ That something which made him； alone among Forsytes； move with the times had warned him against the struggle to retain them。 But in his study he still had 'Dutch Fishing Boats at Sunset。'
He began to mount the stairs with her； slowly； for he felt his side。
〃These are the bathrooms；〃 he said； 〃and other arrangements。 I've had them tiled。 The nurseries are along there。 And this is Jo's and his wife's。 They all communicate。 But you remember； I expect。〃
Irene nodded。 They passed on； up the gallery and entered a large room with a small bed； and several windows。
〃This is mine；〃 he said。 The walls were covered with the photographs of children and watercolour sketches； and he added doubtfully：
〃These are Jo's。 The view's first…rate。 You can see the Grand Stand at Epsom in clear weather。〃
The sun was down now； behind the house； and over the 'prospect' a luminous haze had settled； emanation of the long and prosperous day。 Few houses showed； but fields and trees faintly glistened； away to a loom of downs。
〃The country's changing；〃 he said abruptly； 〃but there it'll be when we're all gone。 Look at those thrushesthe birds are sweet here in the mornings。 I'm glad to have washed my hands of London。〃
Her face was close to the window pane； and he was struck by its mournful look。 'Wish I could make her look happy！' he thought。 'A pretty face； but sad！' And taking up his can of hot water he went out into the gallery。
〃This is June's room；〃 he said； opening the next door and putting the can down； 〃I think you'll find everything。〃 And closing the door behind her he went back to his own room。 Brushing his hair with his great ebony brushes； and dabbing his forehead with eau de Cologne； he mused。 She had come so strangelya sort of visit…ation； mysterious； even romantic； as if his desire for company； for beauty； had been fulfilled by whatever it was which fulfilled that sort of thing。 And before the mirror he straightened his still upright figure； passed the brushes over his great white moustache； touched up his eyebrows with eau de Cologne； and rang the bell。
〃I forgot to let them know that I have a lady to dinner with me。 Let cook do something extra； and tell Beacon to have the landau and pair at half…past ten to drive her back to Town to…night。 Is Miss Holly asleep？〃
The maid thought not。 And old Jolyon； passing down the gallery； stole on tiptoe towards the nursery； and opened the door whose hinges he kept specially oiled that he might slip in and out in the evenings without being heard。
But Holly was asleep； and lay like a miniature Madonna； of that type which the old painters could not tell from Venus； when they had completed her。 Her long dark lashes clung to her cheeks； on her face was perfect peaceher little arrangements were evidently all right again。 And old Jolyon； in the twilight of the room； stood adoring her！ It was so charming； solemn； and lovingthat little face。 He had more than his share of the blessed capacity of living again in the young。 They were to him his future lifeall of a future life that his fundamental pagan sanity perhaps admitted。 There she was with everything before her； and his bloodsome of itin her tiny veins。 There she was； his little companion； to be made as happy as ever he could make her； so that she knew nothing but love。 His heart swelled； and he went out； stilling the sound of his patent…leather boots。 In the corridor an eccentric notion attacked him： To think that children should come to that which Irene had told him she was helping！ Women who were all； once； little things like this one sleeping there！ 'I must give her a cheque！' he mused； 'Can't bear to think of them！' They had never borne reflecting on； those poor outcasts； wounding too deeply the core of true refinement hidden under layers of conformity to the sense of propertywounding too grievously the deepest thing in hima love of beauty which could give him； even now； a flutter of the heart； thinking of his evening in the society of a pretty woman。 And he went downstairs； through the swinging doors； to the back regions。 There； in the wine…cellar； was a hock worth at least two pounds a bottle； a Steinberg Cabinet； better than any Johan…nisberg that ever went down throat； a wine of perfect bouquet； sweet as a nectarinenectar indeed！ He got a bottle out； handling it like a baby； and holding it level to the light； to look。 Enshrined in its coat of dust； that mellow coloured； slender necked bottle gave him deep pleasure。 Three years to settle down again since the move from Townought to be in prime condition！ Thirty…five years ago he had bought itthank God he had kept his palate； and earned the right to drink it。 She would appreciate this； not a spice of acidity in a dozen。 He wiped the bottle； drew the cork with his own hands； put his nose down； inhaled its perfume； and went back to the music room。
Irene was standing by the piano； she had taken off her hat and a lace scarf she had been wearing； so that her gold…coloured hair was visible； and the pallor of her neck。 In her grey frock she made a pretty picture for old Jolyon； against the rosewood of the piano。
He gave her his arm； and solemnly they went。 The room； which had been designed to enable twenty…four people to dine in comfort； held now but a little round table。 In his present solitude the big dining…table oppressed old Jolyon； he had caused it to be removed till his son came back。 Here in the company of two really good copies of Raphael Madonnas he was wont to dine alone。 It was the only disconsolate hour of his day； this summer weather。 He had never been a large eater； like that great chap Swithin； or Sylvanus Heythorp； or Anthony Thornworthy； those cronies of past times； and to dine alone； overlooked by the Madonnas； was to him but a sorrowful occupation； which he got through quickly； that he might come to the more spiritual enjoyment of his coffee and cigar。 But this evening was a different matter！ His eyes twinkled at her across the little table and he spoke of Italy and Switzerland； telling her stories of his travels there； and other experiences which he could no longer recount to his son and grand…daughter because they knew them。 This fresh audience was precious to him； he had never become one of those old men who ramble round and round the fields of reminiscence。 Himself quickly fatigued by the insensitive； he instinctively avoided fatiguing others； and his natural flirtatiousness towards beauty guarded him specially in his relations with a woman。 He would have liked to draw her out； but though she murmured and smiled and seemed to be enjoying what he told her； he remained conscious of that mysterious remoteness which constituted half her fascination。 He could not bear women who threw their shoulders and eyes at you； and chattered away； or hard…mouthed women who laid down the law and knew more than you did。 There was only one quality in a woman that appealed to himcharm； and the quieter it was； the more he liked it。 And this one had charm； shadowy as afternoon sunlight on those Italian hills and valleys he had loved。 The feeling； too； that she was； as it were； apart； cloistered； made her seem nearer to himself； a strangely desirable companion。 When a man is very old and quite out of the running； he loves to feel secure from the rivalries of youth； for he would still be first in the heart of beauty。 And he drank his hock； and watched her lips； and felt nearly young。 But the dog Balthasar lay watching her lips too； and despising in his heart the interruptions of their talk； and the tilting of those greenish glasses full of a golden fluid which was distasteful to him。
The light was just failing when they went back into the music…room。 And； cigar in mouth； old Jolyon said：
〃Play me some Chopin。〃
By the cigars they smoke； and the composers they love； ye shall know the texture of men's souls。 Old Jolyon could not beara strong cigar or Wagner's music。 He loved B
