第94章

Summoning pride and the desire not to distress her mother,Winifred said in her most off-hand voice:

"It's all right,Mother;no good fussing."

"I don't see,"said Emily,looking at Soames,"why Winifred shouldn't tell him that she'll prosecute him if he doesn't keep off the premises.He took her pearls;and if he's not brought them back,that's quite enough."Winifred smiled.They would all plunge about with suggestions of this and that,but she knew already what she would be doing,and that was--nothing.The feeling that,after all,she had won a sort of victory,retained her property,was every moment gaining ground in her.No!if she wanted to punish him,she could do it at home without the world knowing.

"Well,"said Emily,"come into the diningroom comfortably--you must stay and have dinner with us.Leave it to me to tell your father."And,as Winifred moved towards the door,she turned out the light.Not till then did they see the disaster in the corridor.

There,attracted by light from a room never lighted,James was standing with his duncoloured camel-hair shawl folded about him,so that his arms were not free and his silvered head looked cut off from his fashionably trousered legs as if by an expanse of desert.

He stood,inimitably stork-like,with an expression as if he saw before him a frog too large to swallow.

"What's all this?"he said."Tell your father?You never tell me anything."The moment found Emily without reply.It was Winifred who went up to him,and,laying one hand on each of his swathed,helpless arms,said:

"Monty's not gone bankrupt,Father.He's only come back."They all three expected something serious to happen,and were glad she had kept that grip of his arms,but they did not know the depth of root in that shadowy old Forsyte.Something wry occurred about his shaven mouth and chin,something scratchy between those long silvery whiskers.Then he said with a sort of dignity:"He'll be the death of me.I knew how it would be.""You mustn't worry,Father,"said Winifred calmly."I mean to make him behave.""Ah!"said James."Here,take this thing off,I'm hot."They unwound the shawl.He turned,and walked firmly to the dining-room.

"I don't want any soup,"he said to Warmson,and sat down in his chair.They all sat down too,Winifred still in her hat,while Warmson laid the fourth place.When he left the room,James said:

"What's he brought back?"

"Nothing,Father."

James concentrated his eyes on his own image in a tablespoon.

"Divorce!"he muttered;"rubbish!What was I about?I ought to have paid him an allowance to stay out of England.Soames you go and propose it to him."It seemed so right and simple a suggestion that even Winifred was surprised when she said:"No,I'll keep him now he's back;he must just behave--that's all."They all looked at her.It had always been known that Winifred had pluck.

"Out there!"said James elliptically,"who knows what cut-throats!

You look for his revolver!Don't go to bed without.You ought to have Warmson to sleep in the house.I'll see him myself tomorrow."They were touched by this declaration,and Emily said comfortably:

"That's right,James,we won't have any nonsense.""Ah!"muttered James darkly,"I can't tell."

The advent of Warmson with fish diverted conversation.

When,directly after dinner,Winifred went over to kiss her father good-night,he looked up with eyes so full of question and distress that she put all the comfort she could into her voice.

"It's all right,Daddy,dear;don't worry.I shan't need anyone--he's quite bland.I shall only be upset if you worry.Good-night,bless you!"James repeated the words,"Bless you!"as if he did not quite know what they meant,and his eyes followed her to the door.

She reached home before nine,and went straight upstairs.

Dartie was lying on the bed in his dressing-room,fully redressed in a blue serge suit and pumps;his arms were crossed behind his head,and an extinct cigarette drooped from his mouth.

Winifred remembered ridiculously the flowers in her window-boxes after a blazing summer day;the way they lay,or rather stood--parched,yet rested by the sun's retreat.It was as if a little dew had come already on her burnt-up husband.

He said apathetically:"I suppose you've been to Park Lane.How's the old man?"Winifred could not help the bitter answer:"Not dead."He winced,actually he winced.

"Understand,Monty,"she said,"I will not have him worried.If you aren't going to behave yourself,you may go back,you may go anywhere.Have you had dinner?"No.

"Would you like some?"

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Imogen offered me some.I didn't want any."Imogen!In the plenitude of emotion Winifred had forgotten her.

"So you've seen her?What did she say?"

"She gave me a kiss."

With mortification Winifred saw his dark sardonic face relaxed.

'Yes!'she thought,'he cares for her,not for me a bit.'

Dartie's eyes were moving from side to side.

"Does she know about me?"he said.

It flashed through Winifred that here was the weapon she needed.

He minded their knowing!

"No.Val knows.The others don't;they only know you went away."She heard him sigh with relief.

"But they shall know,"she said firmly,"if you give me cause.""All right!"he muttered,"hit me!I'm down!"Winifred went up to the bed."Look here,Monty!I don't want to hit you.I don't want to hurt you.I shan't allude to anything.

I'm not going to worry.What's the use?"She was silent a moment.

"I can't stand any more,though,and I won't!You'd better know.

You've made me suffer.But I used to be fond of you.For the sake of that."She met the heavy-lidded gaze of his brown eyes with the downward stare of her green-grey eyes;touched his hand suddenly,turned her back,and went into her room.

She sat there a long time before her glass,fingering her rings,thinking of this subdued dark man,almost a stranger to her,on the bed in the other room;resolutely not 'worrying,'but gnawed by jealousy of what he had been through,and now and again just visited by pity.