The Forsyte Saga - Volume 1

Swithin opened his eyes at the mention of Robin Hill; it was a long way

for his horses, and he always dined at half-past seven, before the

rush at the Club began; the new chef took more trouble with an early

dinner--a lazy rascal!

He would like to have a look at the house, however. A house appealed to

any Forsyte, and especially to one who had been an auctioneer. After all

he said the distance was nothing. When he was a younger man he had had

rooms at Richmond for many years, kept his carriage and pair there, and

drove them up and down to business every day of his life.

Four-in-hand Forsyte they called him! His T-cart, his horses had been

known from Hyde Park Corner to the Star and Garter. The Duke of Z....

wanted to get hold of them, would have given him double the money, but

he had kept them; know a good thing when you have it, eh? A look of

solemn pride came portentously on his shaven square old face, he rolled

his head in his stand-up collar, like a turkey-cock preening himself.

She was really--a charming woman! He enlarged upon her frock afterwards

to Aunt Juley, who held up her hands at his way of putting it.

Fitted her like a skin--tight as a drum; that was how he liked 'em,

all of a piece, none of your daverdy, scarecrow women! He gazed at Mrs.

Septimus Small, who took after James--long and thin.

"There's style about her," he went on, "fit for a king! And she's so

quiet with it too!"

"She seems to have made quite a conquest of you, any way," drawled Aunt

Hester from her corner.

Swithin heard extremely well when anybody attacked him.

"What's that?" he said. "I know a--pretty--woman when I see one, and all

I can say is, I don't see the young man about that's fit for her; but

perhaps--you--do, come, perhaps--you-do!"

"Oh?" murmured Aunt Hester, "ask Juley!"

Long before they reached Robin Hill, however, the unaccustomed airing

had made him terribly sleepy; he drove with his eyes closed, a life-time

of deportment alone keeping his tall and bulky form from falling askew.

Bosinney, who was watching, came out to meet them, and all three

entered the house together; Swithin in front making play with a stout

gold-mounted Malacca cane, put into his hand by Adolf, for his knees

were feeling the effects of their long stay in the same position. He had

assumed his fur coat, to guard against the draughts of the unfinished

house.

The staircase--he said--was handsome! the baronial style! They would

want some statuary about! He came to a standstill between the columns of

the doorway into the inner court, and held out his cane inquiringly.