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TIMOTHY STAYS THE ROT

On Forsyte 'Change news of the enlistment spread fast,together with the report that June,not to be outdone,was going to become a Red Cross nurse.These events were so extreme,so subversive of pure Forsyteism,as to have a binding effect upon the family,and Timothy's was thronged next Sunday afternoon by members trying to find out what they thought about it all,and exchange with each other a sense of family credit.Giles and Jesse Hayman would no longer defend the coast but go to South Africa quite soon;Jolly and Val would be following in April;as to June--well,you never knew what she would really do.

The retirement from Spion Kop and the absence of any good news from the seat of war imparted an air of reality to all this,clinched in startling fashion by Timothy.The youngest of the old Forsytes--scarcely eighty,in fact popularly supposed to resemble their father,'Superior Dosset,'even in his best-known characteristic of drinking Sherry--had been invisible for so many years that he was almost mythical.A long generation had elapsed since the risks of a publisher's business had worked on his nerves at the age of forty,so that he had got out with a mere thirty-five thousand pounds in the world,and started to make his living by careful investment.Putting by every year,at compound interest,he had doubled his capital in forty years without having once known what it was like to shake in his shoes over money matters.He was now putting aside some two thousand a year,and,with the care he was taking of himself,expected,so Aunt Hester said,to double his capital again before he died.What he would do with it then,with his sisters dead and himself dead,was often mockingly queried by free spirits such as Francie,Euphemia,or young Nicholas'second,Christopher,whose spirit was so free that he had actually said he was going on the stage.All admitted,however,that this was best known to Timothy himself,and possibly to Soames,who never divulged a secret.

Those few Forsytes who had seen him reported a man of thick and robust appearance,not very tall,with a brown-red complexion,grey hair,and little of the refinement of feature with which most of the Forsytes had been endowed by 'Superior Dosset's'wife,a woman of some beauty and a gentle temperament.It was known that he had taken surprising interest in the war,sticking flags into a map ever since it began,and there was uneasiness as to what would happen if the English were driven into the sea,when it would be almost impossible for him to put the flags in the right places.As to his knowledge of family movements or his views about them,little was known,save that Aunt Hester was always declaring that he was very upset.It was,then,in the nature of a portent when Forsytes,arriving on the Sunday after the evacuation of Spion Kop,became conscious,one after the other,of a presence seated in the only really comfortable armchair,back to the light,concealing the lower part of his face with a large hand,and were greeted by the awed voice of Aunt Hester:

"Your Uncle Timothy,my dear."

Timothy's greeting to them all was somewhat identical;and rather,as it were,passed over by him than expressed:

"How de do?How de do?'Xcuse me gettin'up!"Francie was present,and Eustace had come in his car;Winifred had brought Imogen,breaking the ice of the restitution proceedings with the warmth of family appreciation at Val's enlistment;and Marian Tweetyman with the last news of Giles and Jesse.These with Aunt Juley and Hester,young Nicholas,Euphemia,and--of all people!--George,who had come with Eustace in the car,constituted an assembly worthy of the family's palmiest days.There was not one chair vacant in the whole of the little drawing-room,and anxiety was felt lest someone else should arrive.

The constraint caused by Timothy's presence having worn off a little,conversation took a military turn.George asked Aunt Juley when she was going out with the Red Cross,almost reducing her to a state of gaiety;whereon he turned to Nicholas and said:

"Young Nick's a warrior bold,isn't he?When's he going to don the wild khaki?"Young Nicholas,smiling with a sort of sweet deprecation,intimated that of course his mother was very anxious.

"The Dromios are off,I hear,"said George,turning to Marian Tweetyman;"we shall all be there soon.En avant,the Forsytes!

Roll,bowl,or pitch!Who's for a cooler?"

Aunt Juley gurgled,George was so droll!Should Hester get Timothy's map?Then he could show them all where they were.

At a sound from Timothy,interpreted as assent,Aunt Hester left the room.

George pursued his image of the Forsyte advance,addressing Timothy as Field Marshal;and Imogen,whom he had noted at once for 'a pretty filly,'--as Vivandiere;and holding his top hat between his knees,he began to beat it with imaginary drumsticks.The reception accorded to his fantasy was mixed.All laughed--George was licensed;but all felt that the family was being 'rotted';and this seemed to them unnatural,now that it was going to give five of its members to the service of the Queen.George might go too far;and there was relief when he got up,offered his arm to Aunt Juley,marched up to Timothy,saluted him,kissed his aunt with mock passion,said,"Oh!what a treat,dear papa!Come on,Eustace!"and walked out,followed by the grave and fastidious Eustace,who had never smiled.

Aunt Juley's bewildered,"Fancy not waiting for the map!You mustn't mind him,Timothy.He's so droll!"broke the hush,and Timothy removed the hand from his mouth.

"I don't know what things are comin'to,"he was heard to say.