THE FORSYTE COLLECTION - Complete 9 Books. John Galsworthy

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      CHAPTER II—JUNE'S TREAT

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      Dinner began in silence; the women facing one another, and the men.

      In silence the soup was finished—excellent, if a little thick; and fish was brought. In silence it was handed.

      Bosinney ventured: "It's the first spring day."

      Irene echoed softly: "Yes—the first spring day."

      "Spring!" said June: "there isn't a breath of air!" No one replied.

      The fish was taken away, a fine fresh sole from Dover. And Bilson brought champagne, a bottle swathed around the neck with white....

      Soames said: "You'll find it dry."

      Cutlets were handed, each pink-frilled about the legs. They were refused by June, and silence fell.

      Soames said: "You'd better take a cutlet, June; there's nothing coming."

      But June again refused, so they were borne away. And then Irene asked: "Phil, have you heard my blackbird?"

      Bosinney answered: "Rather—he's got a hunting-song. As I came round I heard him in the Square."

      "He's such a darling!"

      "Salad, sir?" Spring chicken was removed.

      But Soames was speaking: "The asparagus is very poor. Bosinney, glass of sherry with your sweet? June, you're drinking nothing!"

      June said: "You know I never do. Wine's such horrid stuff!"

      An apple charlotte came upon a silver dish, and smilingly Irene said: "The azaleas are so wonderful this year!"

      To this Bosinney murmured: "Wonderful! The scent's extraordinary!"

      June said: "How can you like the scent? Sugar, please, Bilson."

      Sugar was handed her, and Soames remarked: "This charlottes good!"

      The charlotte was removed. Long silence followed. Irene, beckoning, said: "Take out the azalea, Bilson. Miss June can't bear the scent."

      "No; let it stay," said June.

      Olives from France, with Russian caviare, were placed on little plates. And Soames remarked: "Why can't we have the Spanish?" But no one answered.

      The olives were removed. Lifting her tumbler June demanded: "Give me some water, please." Water was given her. A silver tray was brought, with German plums. There was a lengthy pause. In perfect harmony all were eating them.

      Bosinney counted up the stones: "This year—next year—some time."

      Irene finished softly: "Never! There was such a glorious sunset. The sky's all ruby still—so beautiful!"

      He answered: "Underneath the dark."

      Their eyes had met, and June cried scornfully: "A London sunset!"

      Egyptian cigarettes were handed in a silver box. Soames, taking one, remarked: "What time's your play begin?"

      No one replied, and Turkish coffee followed in enamelled cups.

      Irene, smiling quietly, said: "If only...."

      "Only what?" said June.

      "If only it could always be the spring!"

      Brandy was handed; it was pale and old.

      Soames said: "Bosinney, better take some brandy."

      Bosinney took a glass; they all arose.

      "You want a cab?" asked Soames.

      June answered: "No! My cloaks please, Bilson." Her cloak was brought.

      Irene, from the window, murmured: "Such a lovely night! The stars are coming out!"

      Soames added: "Well, I hope you'll both enjoy yourselves."

      From the door June answered: "Thanks. Come, Phil."

      Bosinney cried: "I'm coming."

      Soames smiled a sneering smile, and said: "I wish you luck!"

      And at the door Irene watched them go.

      Bosinney called: "Good night!"

      "Good night!" she answered softly....

      June made her lover take her on the top of a 'bus, saying she wanted air, and there sat silent, with her face to the breeze.

      The driver turned once or twice, with the intention of venturing a remark, but thought better of it. They were a lively couple! The spring had got into his blood, too; he felt the need for letting steam escape, and clucked his tongue, flourishing his whip, wheeling his horses, and even they, poor things, had smelled the spring, and for a brief half-hour spurned the pavement with happy hoofs.

      The whole town was alive; the boughs, curled upward with their decking of young leaves, awaited some gift the breeze could bring. New-lighted lamps were gaining mastery, and the faces of the crowd showed pale under that glare, while on high the great white clouds slid swiftly, softly, over the purple sky.

      Men in, evening dress had thrown back overcoats, stepping jauntily up the steps of Clubs; working folk loitered; and women—those women who at that time of night are solitary—solitary and moving eastward in a stream—swung slowly along, with expectation in their gait, dreaming of good wine and a good supper, or—for an unwonted minute, of kisses given for love.

      Those countless figures, going their ways under the lamps and the moving-sky, had one and all received some restless blessing from the СКАЧАТЬ