Swithin Forsyte, tall, square, and broad, with a chest like a pouter pigeons in its plumage of bright waistcoats, came strutting towards them.
Er how are you? he said in his dandified way, aspirating the h strongly (this difficult letter was almost absolutely safe in his keeping) how are you?
Each brother wore an air of aggravation as he looked at the other two, knowing by experience that they would try to eclipse his ailments.
We were just saying, said James, that you dont get any thinner.
Swithin protruded his pale round eyes with the effort of hearing.
Thinner? Im in good case, he said, leaning a little forward, not one of your thread-papers like you!
But, afraid of losing the expansion of his chest, he leaned back again into a state of immobility, for he prized nothing so highly as a distinguished appearance.
Aunt Ann turned her old eyes from one to the other. Indulgent and severe was her look. In turn the three brothers looked at Ann. She was getting shaky. Wonderful woman! Eighty-six if a day; might live another ten years, and had never been strong. Swithin and James, the twins, were only seventy-five, Nicholas a mere baby of seventy or so. All were strong, and the inference was comforting. Of all forms of property their respective healths naturally concerned them most.
Im very well in myself, proceeded James, but my nerves are out of order. The least thing worries me to death. I shall have to go to Bath.
Bath! said Nicholas. Ive tried Harrogate. Thats no good. What I want is sea air. Theres nothing like Yarmouth. Now, when I go there I sleep.
My livers very bad, interrupted Swithin slowly. Dreadful pain here; and he placed his hand on his right side.
Want of exercise, muttered James, his eyes on the china. He quickly added: I get a pain there, too.
Swithin reddened, a resemblance to a turkey-cock coming upon his old face.
Exercise! he said. I take plenty: I never use the lift at the Club.
I didnt know, James hurried out. I know nothing about anybody; nobody tells me anything.
Swithin fixed him with a stare:
What do you do for a pain there?
James brightened.
I take a compound.
How are you, uncle?
June stood before him, her resolute small face raised from her little height to his great height, and her hand outheld.
The brightness faded from Jamess visage.
How are you? he said, brooding over her. So youre going to Wales to-morrow to visit your young mans aunts? Youll have a lot of rain there. This isnt real old Worcester. He tapped the bowl. Now, that set I gave your mother when she married was the genuine thing.
June shook hands one by one with her three great-uncles, and turned to Aunt Ann. A very sweet look had come into the old ladys face, she kissed the girls check with trembling fervour.
Well, my dear, she said, and so youre going for a whole month!
The girl passed on, and Aunt Ann looked after her slim little figure. The old ladys round, steel grey eyes, over which a film like a birds was beginning to come, followed her wistfully amongst the bustling crowd, for people were beginning to say good-bye; and her finger-tips, pressing and pressing against each other, were busy again with the recharging of her will against that inevitable ultimate departure of her own.
Yes, she thought, everybodys been most kind; quite a lot of people come to congratulate her. She ought to be very happy. Amongst the throng of people by the door, the well-dressed throng drawn from the families of lawyers and doctors, from the Stock Exchange, and all the innumerable avocations of the upper-middle class there were only some twenty percent of Forsytes; but to Aunt Ann they seemed all Forsytes and certainly there was not much difference she saw only her own flesh and blood. It was her world, this family, and she knew no other, had never perhaps known any other. All their little secrets, illnesses, engagements, and marriages, how they were getting on, and whether they were making money all this was her property, her delight, her life; beyond this only a vague, shadowy mist of facts and persons of no real significance. This it was that she would have to lay down when it came to her turn to die; this which gave to her that importance, that secret self-importance, without which none of us can bear to live; and to this she clung wistfully, with a greed that grew each day! If life were slipping away from her, this she would retain to the end.
She thought of Junes father, young Jolyon, who had run away with that foreign girl. And what a sad blow to his father and to them all. Such a promising young fellow! A sad blow, though there had been no public scandal, most fortunately, Jos wife seeking for no divorce! A long time ago! And when Junes mother died, six years ago, Jo had married that woman, and they had two children now, so she had heard. Still, he had forfeited his right to be there, had cheated her of the complete fulfilment of her family pride, deprived her of the rightful pleasure of seeing and kissing him of whom she had been so proud, such a promising young fellow! The thought rankled with the bitterness of a long-inflicted injury in her tenacious old heart. A little water stood in her eyes. With a handkerchief of the finest lawn she wiped them stealthily.