five tales-第47章
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。 Not good for him！ Not even she could see how she was his new lease of interest in life； the incarnation of all the beauty he felt slipping from him。
His tea grew cold； his cigar remained unlit； and up and down he paced； torn between his dignity and his hold on life。 Intolerable to be squeezed out slowly； without a say of your own； to live on when your will was in the hands of others bent on weighing you to the ground with care and love。 Intolerable！ He would see what telling her the truth would dothe truth that he wanted the sight of her more than just a lingering on。 He sat down at his old bureau and took a pen。 But he could not write。 There was some…thing revolting in having to plead like this； plead that she should warm his eyes with her beauty。 It was tantamount to confessing dotage。 He simply could not。 And instead； he wrote：
〃I had hoped that the memory of old sores would not be allowed to stand in the way of what is a pleasure and a profit to me and my little grand…daughter。 But old men learn to forego their whims； they are obliged to； even the whim to live must be foregone sooner or later； and perhaps the sooner the better。 〃My love to you； 〃JOLYON FORSYTE。〃
'Bitter；' he thought； 'but I can't help it。 I'm tired。' He sealed and dropped it into the box for the evening post； and hearing it fall to the bottom； thought： 'There goes all I've looked forward to！'
That evening after dinner which he scarcely touched； after his cigar which he left half…smoked for it made him feel faint； he went very slowly upstairs and stole into the night…nursery。 He sat down on the window…seat。 A night…light was burning； and he could just see Holly's face； with one hand underneath the cheek。 An early cockchafer buzzed in the Japanese paper with which they had filled the grate； and one of the horses in the stable stamped restlessly。 To sleep like that child！ He pressed apart two rungs of the venetian blind and looked out。 The moon was rising； blood…red。 He had never seen so red a moon。 The woods and fields out there were dropping to sleep too； in the last glimmer of the summer light。 And beauty； like a spirit； walked。 'I've had a long life；' he thought； 'the best of nearly everything。 I'm an ungrateful chap； I've seen a lot of beauty in my time。 Poor young Bosinney said I had a sense of beauty。 There's a man in the moon to…night！' A moth went by； another； another。 'Ladies in grey！' He closed his eyes。 A feeling that he would never open them again beset him； he let it grow； let himself sink； then； with a shiver； dragged the lids up。 There was something wrong with him； no doubt； deeply wrong； he would have to have the doctor after all。 It didn't much matter now！ Into that coppice the moon…light would have crept； there would be shadows； and those shadows would be the only things awake。 No birds； beasts； flowers； insects； Just the shadowsmoving； 'Ladies in grey！' Over that log they would climb； would whisper together。 She and Bosinney！ Funny thought！ And the frogs and little things would whisper too！ How the clock ticked； in here！ It was all eerie…out there in the light of that red moon； in here with the little steady night…light and； the ticking clock and the nurse's dressing…gown hanging from the edge of the screen； tall； like a woman's figure。 'Lady in grey！' And a very odd thought beset him： Did she exist？ Had she ever come at all？ Or was she but the emanation of all the beauty he had loved and must leave so soon？ The violet…grey spirit with the dark eyes and the crown of amber hair； who walks the dawn and the moonlight； and at blue…bell time？ What was she； who was she； did she exist？ He rose and stood a moment clutching the window…sill； to give him a sense of reality again； then began tiptoeing towards the door。 He stopped at the foot of the bed； and Holly； as if conscious of his eyes fixed on her； stirred； sighed； and curled up closer in defence。 He tiptoed on and passed out into the dark passage； reached his room； undressed at once； and stood before a mirror in his night…shirt。 What a scarecrowwith temples fallen in； and thin legs！ His eyes resisted his own image； and a look of pride came on his face。 All was in league to pull him down； even his reflection in the glass； but he was not downyet！ He got into bed； and lay a long time without sleeping； trying to reach resignation； only too well aware that fretting and disappointment were very bad for him。 He woke in the morning so unrefreshed and strengthIess that he sent for the doctor。 After sounding him； the fellow pulled a face as long as your arm； and ordered him to stay in bed and give up smoking。 That was no hardship； there was nothing to get up for； and when he felt ill； tobacco always lost its savour。 He spent the morning languidly with the sun…blinds down； turning and re…turning The Times； not reading much； the dog Balthasar lying beside his bed。 With his lunch they brought him a telegram； running thus：
'Your letter received coming down this afternoon will be with you at four…thirty。 Irene。'
Coming down！ After all！ Then she did existand he was not deserted。 Coming down！ A glow ran through his limbs； his cheeks and forehead felt hot。 He drank his soup； and pushed the tray…table away； lying very quiet until they had removed lunch and left him alone； but every now and then his eyes twinkled。 Coming down！ His heart beat fast； and then did not seem to beat at all。 At three o'clock he got up and dressed deliberately； noiselessly。 Holly and Mam'zelle would be in the schoolroom； and the servants asleep after their dinner； he shouldn't wonder。 He opened his door cautiously； and went downstairs。 In the hall the dog Balthasar lay solitary； and； followed by him； old Jolyon passed into his study and out into the burning afternoon。 He meant to go down and meet her in the coppice； but felt at once he could not manage that in this heat。 He sat down instead under the oak tree by the swing； and the dog Balthasar； who also felt the heat； lay down beside him。 He sat there smiling。 What a revel of bright minutes！ What a hum of insects； and cooing of pigeons！ It was the quintessence of a summer day。 Lovely！ And he was happyhappy as a sand…boy； what…ever that might be。 She was coming； she had not given him up！ He had everything in life he wantedexcept a little more breath； and less weightjust here！ He would see her when she emerged from the fernery； come swaying just a little； a violet…grey figure passing over the daisies and dandelions and 'soldiers' on the lawnthe soldiers with their flowery crowns。 He would not move； but she would come up to him and say： 'Dear Uncle Jolyon； I am sorry！' and sit in the swing and let him look at her and tell her that he had not been very well but was all right now； and that dog would lick her hand。 That dog knew his master was fond of her； that dog was a good dog。
It was quite shady under the tree； the sun could not get at him； only make the rest of the world bright so that he could see the Grand Stand at Epsom away out there； very far； and the cows crop…ping the clover in the field and swishing at the flies with their tails。 He smelled the scent of limes； and lavender。 Ah！ that was why there was such a racket of bees。 They were excitedbusy； as his heart was busy and excited。 Drowsy； too； drowsy and drugged on honey and happiness； as his heart was drugged and drowsy。 Summersummerthey seemed saying； great bees and little bees； and the flies too！
The stable clock struck four； in half an hour she would be here。 He would have just one tiny nap； because he had had so little sleep of late； and then he would be fresh for her； fresh for youth and beauty； coming towards him across the sunlit lawnlady in grey！ And settling back in his chair he closed his eyes。 Some thistle…down came on what little air there was； and pitched on his moustache more white than itself。 He did not know； but his breathing stirred it； caught there。 A ray of sunlight struck through and lodged on his boot。 A bumble…bee alighted and strolled on the crown of his Panama hat。 And the delicious surge of slumber reached the brain beneath that hat； and the head swayed forward and rested on his breast。 Summersummer！ So went the hum。
The stable clock struck the quarter past。 The dog Balthasar stretched and looked up at his master。 The thistledown no longer moved。 The dog placed his chin over the sunlit foot。 It did not stir。 The dog withdrew his chin quickly； rose； and leaped on old Jolyon's lap； looked in his face； whined； then； leaping down； sat on his haunches； gazing up。 And suddenly he uttered a long； long howl。
But the thistledown was still as death； and the face of his old master。
Summersummersummer！ The soundless footsteps on the grass！
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