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  AuntsJuleyandHester,ratherhurtthattheirpresentshadnotreceivedspecialmention——theyforgoteveryyearthatJamescouldnotbeartoreceivepresents,’throwingawaytheirmoneyonhim,’

  ashealwayscalledit——were’delighted’;itshowedthatJameswasingoodspirits,andthatwassoimportantforhim。AndtheybegantowaitforWinifred。Shecameatfour,bringingImogen,andMaud,justbackfromschool,and’gettingsuchaprettygirl,too,’sothatitwasextremelydifficulttoaskfornewsaboutAnnette。

  AuntJuley,however,summonedcouragetoenquirewhetherWinifredhadheardanything,andifSoameswasanxious。”UncleSoamesisalwaysanxious,Auntie,”interruptedImogen;”hecan’tbehappynowhe’sgotit。”

  ThewordsstruckfamiliarlyonAuntJuley’sears。Ah!yes;thatfunnydrawingofGeorge’s,whichhadnotbeenshownthem!ButwhatdidImogenmean?Thatherunclealwayswantedmorethanhecouldhave?Itwasnotatallnicetothinklikethat。

  Imogen’svoiceroseclearandclipped:”Imagine!Annette’sonlytwoyearsolderthanme;itmustbeawfulforher,marriedtoUncleSoames。”

  AuntJuleyliftedherhandsinhorror。”Mydear,”shesaid,”youdon’tknowwhatyou’retalkingabout。

  YourUncleSoamesisamatchforanybody。He’saverycleverman,andgood-lookingandwealthy,andmostconsiderateandcareful,andnotatallold,consideringeverything。”

  Imogen,turningherlusciousglancefromonetotheotherofthe’olddears,’onlysmiled。”Ihope,”saidAuntJuleyquiteseverely,”thatyouwillmarryasgoodaman。””Ishan’tmarryagoodman,Auntie,”murmuredImogen;”they’redull。””Ifyougoonlikethis,”repliedAuntJuley,stillverymuchupset,”youwon’tmarryanybody。We’dbetternotpursuethesubject;”andturningtoWinifred,shesaid:”HowisMontague?”

  Thatevening,whiletheywerewaitingfordinner,shemurmured:”I’vetoldSmithertogetuphalfabottleofthesweetchampagne,Hester。IthinkweoughttodrinkdearJames’health,and——andthehealthofSoames’wife;only,let’skeepthatquitesecret。I’llJustsaylikethis,’Andyouknow,Hester!’andthenwe’lldrink。

  ItmightupsetTimothy。””It’smorelikelytoupsetus,”saidAuntNester。”Butwemust,I

  suppose;forsuchanoccasion。””Yes,”saidAuntJuleyrapturously,”itisanoccasion!Onlyfancyifhehasadearlittleboy,tocarrythefamilyon!Idofeelitsoimportant,nowthatIrenehashadason。WinifredsaysGeorgeiscallingJolyon’TheThree-Decker,’becauseofhisthreefamilies,youknow!Georgeisdroll。Andfancy!IreneislivingafterallinthehouseSoameshadbuiltforthemboth。ItdoesseemhardondearSoames;andhe’salwaysbeensoregular。”

  Thatnightinbed,excitedandalittleflushedstillbyherglassofwineandthesecrecyofthesecondtoast,shelaywithherprayer-bookopenedflat,andhereyesfixedonaceilingyellowedbythelightfromherreading-lamp。Youngthings!Itwassoniceforthemall!AndshewouldbesohappyifshecouldseedearSoameshappy。But,ofcourse,hemustbenow,inspiteofwhatImogenhadsaid。Hewouldhaveallthathewanted:property,andwife,andchildren!Andhewouldlivetoagreenoldage,likehisdearfather,andforgetallaboutIreneandthatdreadfulcase。Ifonlysheherselfcouldbeheretobuyhischildrentheirfirstrocking-horse!Smithershouldchooseitforheratthestores,niceanddappled。Ah!howRogerusedtorockheruntilshefelloff!Ohdear!thatwasalongtimeago!Itwas!’InmyFather’shousearemanymansions——’Alittlescrattlingnoisecaughtherear——

  ’butnomice!’shethoughtmechanically。Thenoiseincreased。

  There!itwasamouse!HownaughtyofSmithertosaytherewasn’t!

  Itwouldbeeatingthroughthewainscotbeforetheyknewwheretheywere,andtheywouldhavetohavethebuildersin。Theyweresuchdestructivethings!Andshelay,withhereyesjustmoving,followinginhermindthatlittlescrattlingsound,andwaitingforsleeptoreleaseherfromit。

  CHAPTERXII

  BIRTHOFAFORSYTE

  Soameswalkedoutofthegardendoor,crossedthelawn,stoodonthepathabovetheriver,turnedroundandwalkedbacktothegardendoor,withouthavingrealisedthathehadmoved。Thesoundofwheelscrunchingthedriveconvincedhimthattimehadpassed,andthedoctorgone。What,exactly,hadhesaid?”Thisistheposition,Mr。Forsyte。IcanmakeprettycertainofherlifeifIoperate,butthebabywillbeborndead。IfIdon’toperate,thebabywillmostprobablybebornalive,butit’sagreatriskforthemother——agreatrisk。IneithercaseIdon’tthinkshecaneverhaveanotherchild。Inherstatesheobviouslycan’tdecideforherself,andwecan’twaitforhermother。It’sforyoutomakethedecision,whileI’mgettingwhat’snecessary。

  Ishallbebackwithinthehour。”

  Thedecision!Whatadecision!Notimetogetaspecialistdown!

  Notimeforanything!

  Thesoundofwheelsdiedaway,butSoamesstillstoodintent;then,suddenlycoveringhisears,hewalkedbacktotheriver。Tocomebeforeitstimelikethis,withnochancetoforeseeanything,noteventogethermotherhere!Itwasforhermothertomakethatdecision,andshecouldn’tarrivefromParistillto-night!Ifonlyhecouldhaveunderstoodthedoctor’sjargon,themedicalniceties,soastobesurehewasweighingthechancesproperly;

  buttheywereGreektohim——likealegalproblemtoalayman。Andyethemustdecide!Hebroughthishandawayfromhisbrowwet,thoughtheairwaschilly。Thesesoundswhichcamefromherroom!

  Togobacktherewouldonlymakeitmoredifficult。Hemustbecalm,clear。Ontheonehandlife,nearlycertain,ofhisyoungwife,deathquitecertain,ofhischild;and——nomorechildrenafterwards!Ontheother,deathperhapsofhiswife,nearlycertainlifeforthechild;and——nomorechildrenafterwards!

  Whichtochoose?……Ithadrainedthislastfortnight——theriverwasveryfull,andinthewater,collectedroundthelittlehouse-boatmooredbyhislanding-stage,weremanyleavesfromthewoodsabove,broughtoffbyafrost。Leavesfell,livesdrifteddown——Death!Todecideaboutdeath!Andnoonetogivehimahand。Lifelostwaslostforgood。Letnothinggothatyoucouldkeep;for,ifitwent,youcouldn’tgetitback。Itleftyoubare,likethosetreeswhentheylosttheirleaves;barerandbareruntilyou,too,witheredandcamedown。And,byaqueersomersaultofthought,heseemedtoseenotAnnettelyinguptherebehindthatwindow-paneonwhichthesunwasshining,butIrenelyingintheirbedroominMontpellierSquare,asitmightconceivablyhavebeenherfatetolie,sixteenyearsago。Wouldhehavehesitatedthen?

  Notamoment!Operate,operate!Makecertainofherlife!Nodecision——amereinstinctivecryforhelp,inspiteofhisknow-

  ledge,eventhen,thatshedidnotlovehim!Butthis!Ah!therewasnothingovermasteringinhisfeelingforAnnette!Manytimestheselastmonths,especiallysinceshehadbeengrowingfright-

  ened,hehadwondered。Shehadawillofherown,wasselfishinherFrenchway。Andyet——sopretty!Whatwouldshewish——totaketherisk。’Iknowshewantsthechild,’hethought。’Ifit’sborndead,andnomorechanceafterwards——it’llupsetherterribly。Nomorechance!Allfornothing!Marriedlifewithherforyearsandyearswithoutachild。Nothingtosteadyher!She’stooyoung。

  Nothingtolookforwardto,forher——forme!Forme!’Hestruckhishandsagainsthischest!Whycouldn’thethinkwithoutbringinghimselfin——getoutofhimselfandseewhatheoughttodo?Thethoughthurthim,thenlostedge,asifithadcomeincontactwithabreastplate。Outofoneself!Impossible!Outintosoundless,scentless,touchless,sightlessspace!Theveryideawasghastly,futile!Andtouchingtherethebedrockofreality,thebottomofhisForsytespirit,Soamesrestedforamoment。Whenoneceased,allceased;itmightgoon,butthere’dbenothinginit!

  Helookedathiswatch。Inhalfanhourthedoctorwouldbeback。

  Hemustdecide!Ifagainsttheoperationandshedied,howfacehermotherandthedoctorafterwards?Howfacehisownconscience?

  Itwashischildthatshewashaving。Iffortheoperation——thenhecondemnedthembothtochildlessness。Andforwhatelsehadhemarriedherbuttohavealawfulheir?Andhisfather——atdeath’sdoor,waitingforthenews!’It’scruel!’hethought;’Ioughtnevertohavesuchathingtosettle!It’scruel!’Heturnedtowardsthehouse。Somedeep,simplewayofdeciding!Hetookoutacoin,andputitback。Ifhespunit,heknewhewouldnotabidebywhatcameup!Hewentintothedining-room,furthestawayfromthatroomwhencethesoundsissued。Thedoctorhadsaidtherewasachance。Inherethatchanceseemedgreater;theriverdidnotflow,northeleavesfall。Afirewasburning。Soamesunlockedthetantalus。Hehardlyevertouchedspirits,butnow——hepouredhimselfoutsomewhiskyanddrankitneat,cravingafasterflowofblood。’ThatfellowJolyon,’hethought;’hehadchildrenalready。

  HehasthewomanIreallyloved;andnowasonbyher!AndI——I’maskedtodestroymyonlychild!Annettecan’tdie;it’snotpossible。She’sstrong!’

  Hewasstillstandingsullenlyatthesideboardwhenheheardthedoctor’scarriage,andwentouttohim。Hehadtowaitforhimtocomedownstairs。”Well,doctor?””Thesituation’sthesame。Haveyoudecided?””Yes,”saidSoames;”don’toperate!””Not?Youunderstand——therisk’sgreat?”

  InSoames’setfacenothingmovedbutthelips。”Yousaidtherewasachance?””Achance,yes;notmuchofone。””Yousaythebabymustbeborndeadifyoudo?””Yes。”

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