A SUMMER DAY
His boy was seldom absent from Jolyon's mind in the days which followed the first walk with Irene in Richmond Park.No further news had come;enquiries at the War Office elicited nothing;nor could he expect to hear from June and Holly for three weeks at least.In these days he felt how insufficient were his memories of Jolly,and what an ******* of a father he had been.There was not a single memory in which anger played a part;not one reconciliation,because there had never been a rupture;nor one heart-to-heart confidence,not even when Jolly's mother died.
Nothing but half-ironical affection.He had been too afraid of committing himself in any direction,for fear of losing his liberty,or interfering with that of his boy.
Only in Irene's presence had he relief,highly complicated by the ever-growing perception of how divided he was between her and his son.With Jolly was bound up all that sense of continuity and social creed of which he had drunk deeply in his youth and again during his boy's public school and varsity life--all that sense of not going back on what father and son expected of each other.With Irene was bound up all his delight in beauty and in Nature.And he seemed to know less and less which was the stronger within him.
>From such sentimental paralysis he was rudely awakened,however,one afternoon,just as he was starting off to Richmond,by a young man with a bicycle and a face oddly familiar,who came forward faintly smiling.
"Mr.Jolyon Forsyte?Thank you!"Placing an envelope in Jolyon's hand he wheeled off the path and rode away.Bewildered,Jolyon opened it.
"Admiralty Probate and Divorce,Forsyte v.Forsyte and Forsyte!"A sensation of shame and disgust was followed by the instant reaction 'Why,here's the very thing you want,and you don't like it!'But she must have had one too;and he must go to her at once.
He turned things over as he went along.It was an ironical busi-ness.For,whatever the Scriptures said about the heart,it took more than mere longings to satisfy the law.They could perfectly well defend this suit,or at least in good faith try to.But the idea of doing so revolted Jolyon.If not her lover in deed he was in desire,and he knew that she was ready to come to him.Her face had told him so.Not that he exaggerated her feeling for him.She had had her grand passion,and he could not expect another from her at his age.But she had trust in him,affection for him,and must feel that he would be a refuge.Surely she would not ask him to defend the suit,knowing that he adored her!Thank Heaven she had not that maddening British conscientiousness which refused happiness for the sake of refusing!She must rejoice at this chance of being free after seventeen years of death in life!As to publicity,the fat was in the fire!To defend the suit would not take away the slur.Jolyon had all the proper feeling of a Forsyte whose privacy is threatened:If he was to be hung by the Law,by all means let it be for a sheep!Moreover the notion of standing in a witness box and swearing to the truth that no gesture,not even a word of love had passed between them seemed to him more degrading than to take the tacit stigma of being an *****erer--more truly degrading,considering the feeling in his heart,and just as bad and painful for his children.The thought of explaining away,if he could,before a judge and twelve average Englishmen,their meetings in Paris,and the walks in Richmond Park,horrified him.
The brutality and hypocritical censoriousness of the whole process;the probability that they would not be believed--the mere vision of her,whom he looked on as the embodiment of Nature and of Beauty,standing there before all those suspicious,gloating eyes was hideous to him.No,no!To defend a suit only made a London holiday,and sold the newspapers.A thousand times better accept what Soames and the gods had sent!
'Besides,'he thought honestly,'who knows whether,even for my boy's sake,I could have stood this state of things much longer?
Anyway,her neck will be out of chancery at last!'Thus absorbed,he was hardly conscious of the heavy heat.The sky had become overcast,purplish with little streaks of white.A heavy heat-drop plashed a little star pattern in the dust of the road as he entered the Park.'Phew!'he thought,'thunder!I hope she's not come to meet me;there's a ducking up there!'But at that very minute he saw Irene coming towards the Gate.'We must scuttle back to Robin Hill,'he thought.
The storm had passed over the Poultry at four o'clock,bringing welcome distraction to the clerks in every office.Soames was drinking a cup of tea when a note was brought in to him:
"DEAR SIR,Forsyte v.Forsyte and Forsyte "In accordance with your instructions,we beg to inform you that we personally served the respondent and co-respondent in this suit to-day,at Richmond,and Robin Hill,respectively.
"Faithfully yours,"LINKMAN AND LAVER."
For some minutes Soames stared at that note.Ever since he had given those instructions he had been tempted to annul them.It was so scandalous,such a general disgrace!The evidence,too,what he had heard of it,had never seemed to him conclusive;somehow,he believed less and less that those two had gone all lengths.But this,of course,would drive them to it;and he suffered from the thought.That fellow to have her love,where he had failed!Was it too late?Now that they had been brought up sharp by service of this petition,had he not a lever with which he could force them apart?'But if I don't act at once,'he thought,'it will be too late,now they've had this thing.I'll go and see him;I'll go down!'
