She sat in a frozen acceptancedeeper than death
itself, very remarkable!
No, said Soames; after that Saint Gaudens thing I
dont feellike it.
Michael was continually looking at his watch.
Andwas there anything in the notions that kept him sitting there, orwere they just
talk?
Shell have hermother with her, but women are so
funny.
Soames, who was seated in front of The White
Monkey, seemed to gointo a trance. Do you mind telling me, sir, what you believe in
yourself? I think, answered Michael, slowly, like a doctor diagnosing,that she wants
something dramatic.
To-morrow Kit and the dog were to godown to The
Shelter in the car, and it would be still emptier. A ridiculous, even a dangerous
encounter. Aday before them; yes, and at the very top, dated some days ago:Mrs. At
the topof the cemetery his taxicab was waiting.
Very pale, shehad crossed her arms on her chest, as
if shutting herself up. She ought to have more strength of mind, said Soames. He
took up the twig and twirled it, admiring theyellowish-grey velvet of its budding
catkins. AForsyte look about him, in spite of too much hair.
And, moving to her side, he put hisfinger on her
shoulder, and said:Tired, my child?
They never could get anything rightin the
papers.
Sincetaking his seat in Parliament he had not been
on a machine soinclined to bump his dignity.
Apart fromthe general attraction of a cemetery,
this statue awakened theconnoisseur within him.
They never could get anything rightin the papers.
He plucked a twig, and stirred it round the bowl ofhis pipe before pressing in
tobacco. Soames, who was seated in front of The White Monkey, seemed to gointo a
trance.
It might be the very best thing for her;but I
simply cant leave my job until the long vacation.
As if it were a hen, addling its precious
eggs!
She sat in a frozen acceptancedeeper than death
itself, very remarkable! That young fellow was to go on sitting under it. So he ate
some ham, and bytwo oclock had started.
But her words roused hisnatural perversity.
Thegloomy dockside, and the grey river; the bustle with baggage, andthe crowded
tender. Andgetting into his taxi, he said:Hotel PO-tomac.
They ought to make America sit there once a week!
But not you, dear; why, it would bore you stiff!
Soames astounding conduct had indeed knocked
Michael over. Its the being laughed at Fleur feels sobitterly.
And, before Chardin was finished with, he would do
Dumetrius.