The Forsyte Saga - Volume 1

"There's a lot of work about it," remarked James hastily, who was really

moved by the size of the group. "It'd sell well at Jobson's."

"The poor foreign dey-vil that made it," went on Swithin, "asked me five

hundred--I gave him four. It's worth eight. Looked half-starved, poor

dey-vil!"

"Ah!" chimed in Nicholas suddenly, "poor, seedy-lookin' chaps,

these artists; it's a wonder to me how they live. Now, there's young

Flageoletti, that Fanny and the girls are always hav'in' in, to play the

fiddle; if he makes a hundred a year it's as much as ever he does!"

James shook his head. "Ah!" he said, "I don't know how they live!"

Old Jolyon had risen, and, cigar in mouth, went to inspect the group at

close quarters.

"Wouldn't have given two for it!" he pronounced at last.

Soames saw his father and Nicholas glance at each other anxiously; and,

on the other side of Swithin, Bosinney, still shrouded in smoke.

'I wonder what he thinks of it?' thought Soames, who knew well enough

that this group was hopelessly vieux jeu; hopelessly of the last

generation. There was no longer any sale at Jobson's for such works of

art.

Swithin's answer came at last. "You never knew anything about a statue.

You've got your pictures, and that's all!"

Old Jolyon walked back to his seat, puffing his cigar. It was not likely

that he was going to be drawn into an argument with an obstinate beggar

like Swithin, pig-headed as a mule, who had never known a statue from

a---straw hat.

"Stucco!" was all he said.

It had long been physically impossible for Swithin to start; his fist

came down on the table.

"Stucco! I should like to see anything you've got in your house half as

good!"

And behind his speech seemed to sound again that rumbling violence of

primitive generations.

It was James who saved the situation.

"Now, what do you say, Mr. Bosinney? You're an architect; you ought to

know all about statues and things!"

Every eye was turned upon Bosinney; all waited with a strange,

suspicious look for his answer.

And Soames, speaking for the first time, asked:

"Yes, Bosinney, what do you say?"

Bosinney replied coolly:

"The work is a remarkable one."

His words were addressed to Swithin, his eyes smiled slyly at old

Jolyon; only Soames remained unsatisfied.

"Remarkable for what?"

"For its naivete"

The answer was followed by an impressive silence; Swithin alone was not

sure whether a compliment was intended.