Soames,with his saner grasp of actualities,had never permitted it to worry him;on the contrary,he had long perceived that Providence had presented him therein with L200a year net in perpetuity,and--why not?
When Jolyon entered,his cousin was drawing out a list of holdings in Consols,which in view of the rumours of war he was going to advise his companies to put on the market at once,before other companies did the same.He looked round,sidelong,and said:
"How are you?Just one minute.Sit down,won't you?"And having entered three amounts,and set a ruler to keep his place,he turned towards Jolyon,biting the side of his flat forefinger.
"Yes?"he said.
"I have seen her."
Soames frowned.
"Well?"
"She has remained faithful to memory."Having said that,Jolyon was ashamed.His cousin had flushed a dusky yellowish red.What had made him tease the poor brute!
"I was to tell you she is sorry you are not free.Twelve years is a long time.You know your law,and what chance it gives you."Soames uttered a curious little grunt,and the two remained a full minute without speaking.'Like wax!'thought Jolyon,watching that close face,where the flush was fast subsiding.'He'll never give me a sign of what he's thinking,or going to do.Like wax!'And he transferred his gaze to a plan of that flourishing town,'By-Street on Sea,'the future existence of which lay exposed on the wall to the possessive instincts of the firm's clients.The whim-sical thought flashed through him:'I wonder if I shall get a bill of costs for this--"To attending Mr.Jolyon Forsyte in the matter of my divorce,to receiving his account of his visit to my wife,and to advising him to go and see her again,sixteen and eightpence."'
Suddenly Soames said:"I can't go on like this.I tell you,Ican't go on like this."His eyes were shifting from side to side,like an animal's when it looks for way of escape.'He really suffers,'thought Jolyon;'I've no business to forget that,just because I don't like him.'
"Surely,"he said gently,"it lies with yourself.A man can always put these things through if he'll take it on himself."Soames turned square to him,with a sound which seemed to come from somewhere very deep.
"Why should I suffer more than I've suffered already?Why should I?"Jolyon could only shrug his shoulders.His reason agreed,his instinct rebelled;he could not have said why.
"Your father,"went on Soames,"took an interest in her--why,goodness knows!And I suppose you do too?"he gave Jolyon a sharp look."It seems to me that one only has to do another person a wrong to get all the sympathy.I don't know in what way I was to blame I've never known.I always treated her well.I gave her everything she could wish for.I wanted her."Again Jolyon's reason nodded;again his instinct shook its head.
'What is it?'he thought;'there must be something wrong in me.
Yet if there is,I'd rather be wrong than right.'
"After all,"said Soames with a sort of glum fierceness,"she was my wife."In a flash the thought went through his listener:'There it is!
Ownerships!Well,we all own things.But--human beings!Pah!'
"You have to look at facts,"he said drily,"or rather the want of them."Soames gave him another quick suspicious look.
"The want of them?"he said."Yes,but I am not so sure.""I beg your pardon,"replied Jolyon;"I've told you what she said.
It was explicit."
"My experience has not been one to promote blind confidence in her word.We shall see."Jolyon got up.
"Good-bye,"he said curtly.
"Good-bye,"returned Soames;and Jolyon went out trying to understand the look,half-startled,half-menacing,on his cousin's face.He sought Waterloo Station in a disturbed frame of mind,as though the skin of his moral being had been scraped;and all the way down in the train he thought of Irene in her lonely flat,and of Soames in his lonely ofce,and of the strange paralysis of life that lay on them both.'In chancery!'he thought.'Both their necks in chancery--and her's so pretty!'
