The Forsyte Saga - Volume 1

The reverend gentleman resumed his seat. The late superintendent's

brother-in-law again rose: "What I have said I stick to," he said; "the

amount is not enough!"

The first shareholder struck in: "I challenge the legality of the

payment. In my opinion this payment is not legal. The Company's

solicitor is present; I believe I am in order in asking him the

question."

All eyes were now turned upon Soames. Something had arisen!

He stood up, close-lipped and cold; his nerves inwardly fluttered, his

attention tweaked away at last from contemplation of that cloud looming

on the horizon of his mind.

"The point," he said in a low, thin voice, "is by no means clear. As

there is no possibility of future consideration being received, it is

doubtful whether the payment is strictly legal. If it is desired, the

opinion of the court could be taken."

The superintendent's brother-in-law frowned, and said in a meaning tone:

"We have no doubt the opinion of the court could be taken. May I ask

the name of the gentleman who has given us that striking piece of

information? Mr. Soames Forsyte? Indeed!" He looked from Soames to old

Jolyon in a pointed manner.

A flush coloured Soames' pale cheeks, but his superciliousness did not

waver. Old Jolyon fixed his eyes on the speaker.

"If," he said, "the late superintendents brother-in-law has nothing more

to say, I propose that the report and accounts...."

At this moment, however, there rose one of those five silent, stolid

shareholders, who had excited Soames' sympathy. He said:

"I deprecate the proposal altogether. We are expected to give charity to

this man's wife and children, who, you tell us, were dependent on him.

They may have been; I do not care whether they were or not. I object to

the whole thing on principle. It is high time a stand was made against

this sentimental humanitarianism. The country is eaten up with it. I

object to my money being paid to these people of whom I know nothing,

who have done nothing to earn it. I object in toto; it is not business.

I now move that the report and accounts be put back, and amended by

striking out the grant altogether."

Old Jolyon had remained standing while the strong, silent man was

speaking. The speech awoke an echo in all hearts, voicing, as it did,

the worship of strong men, the movement against generosity, which had at

that time already commenced among the saner members of the community.

The words 'it is not business' had moved even the Board; privately

everyone felt that indeed it was not. But they knew also the chairman's

domineering temper and tenacity. He, too, at heart must feel that it was

not business; but he was committed to his own proposition. Would he go

back upon it? It was thought to be unlikely.