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The Forsyte Saga Novel Chapters
List of most recent chapters published for the The Forsyte Saga novel. A total of 177 chapters have been translated and the release date of the last chapter is Apr 02, 2024
Latest Release: Chapter 1 : The Forsyte Saga.by John Galsworthy.PREFACE: _"The Forsyte Saga" was the t.i.t
The Forsyte Saga.by John Galsworthy.PREFACE: _"The Forsyte Saga" was the t.i.tle originally destined for that part of it which is called "The Man of Property"; and to adopt it for the collected chronicles of the Forsyte family has indulged the Forsyte
- 101 Aunt Juley's bewildered, "Fancy not waiting for the map! You mustn't mind him, Timothy. He's so droll!" broke the hush, and Timothy removed the hand from his mouth."I don't know what things are comin' to," he w
- 102 "I can't think what we are about," said Aunt Juley, raising her hands, "talking of such things!""Was she divorced?" asked Imogen from the door."Certainly not," cried Aunt Juley; "that is--certainly not.&qu
- 103 The curtains were not yet drawn, though the lamps outside were lighted; the two cousins sat waiting on each other."You've been in Paris, I hear," said Soames at last."Yes; just back.""Young Val told me; he and your boy are go
- 104 "Then the maids don't know. You can't stay here, Monty."He uttered a little sardonic laugh."Where then?""Anywhere.""Well, look at me! That--that d.a.m.ned....""If you mention her," cried Winifred
- 105 And in the midst of her own trouble Winifred was sorry for him, as if in that little saying he had revealed deep trouble of his own."I'd like to see mother," she said."She'll be with father in their room. Come down quietly to the
- 106 It flashed through Winifred that here was the weapon she needed. He minded their knowing!"No. Val knows. The others don't; they only know you went away."She heard him sigh with relief."But they shall know," she said firmly, "
- 107 Irene rose, something wild suddenly in her face and figure."None! None! None! You may hunt me to the grave. I will not come."Outraged and on edge, Soames recoiled."Don't make a scene!" he said sharply. And they both stood motionle
- 108 Mr. Polteed said in a tone of urgency, almost of pathos: "I a.s.sure you we have put it through sometimes on less than that. It's Paris, you know. Attractive woman living alone. Why not risk it, sir? We might screw it up a peg."Soames had s
- 109 Jolyon smiled because he could have cried."I never stop anyone from doing anything," he said.Holly flung her arms round his neck."Oh! Dad, you are the best in the world."'That means the worst,' thought Jolyon. If he had ever
- 110 A sealed letter in the handwriting of Mr. Polteed remained unopened in Soames' pocket throughout two hours of sustained attention to the affairs of the 'New Colliery Company,' which, declining almost from the moment of old Jolyon's ret
- 111 Following the maid through the curtains into the inner hall, he felt relieved that the impact of this meeting would be broken by June or Holly, whichever was playing in there, so that with complete surprise he saw Irene at the piano, and Jolyon sitting in
- 112 Better far if he had died in battle, without time to long for them to come to him, to call out for them, perhaps, in his delirium!The moon had pa.s.sed behind the oak-tree now, endowing it with uncanny life, so that it seemed watching him--the oak-tree hi
- 113 Emily ceased brus.h.i.+ng. "Of course you will, James. Soames will be as quick as he can."There was a long silence, till James reached out his arm."Here! let's have the eau-de-Cologne," and, putting it to his nose, he moved his fo
- 114 He branched off through Covent Garden. On this sultry day of late July the garbage-tainted air of the old market offended him, and Soho seemed more than ever the disenchanted home of rapscallionism. Alone, the Restaurant Bretagne, neat, daintily painted,
- 115 Slow came the music and the march, till, in silence, the long line wound in through the Park gate. He heard Annette whisper, "How sad it is and beautiful!" felt the clutch of her hand as she stood up on tiptoe; and the crowd's emotion gripp
- 116 "It's very French, and interesting," he said."Yes," murmured Aunt Juley, "your Uncle Roger had some houses there once; he was always having to turn the tenants out, I remember."Soames changed the subject to Mapledurham.&
- 117 "Well," said Winifred, "I'm glad. I was sorry for Jolyon losing his boy.It might have been Val."Aunt Juley seemed to go into a sort of dream. "I wonder," she murmured, "what dear Soames will think? He has so wanted
- 118 "Yes.""Do you still think that in any case she can't have another?""One can't be absolutely sure, but it's most unlikely.""She's strong," said Soames; "we'll take the risk."The doc
- 119 Her black bulk, solid, unreduced by the frightful crossing, climbed into the brougham."And you, mon cher?""My father's dying," said Soames between his teeth. "I'm going up. Give my love to Annette.""Tiens!"
- 120 "On the 20th instant at The Shelter; Mapledurham, Annette, wife of Soames Forsyte, of a daughter." And underneath on the blottingpaper he traced the word "son."It was eight o'clock in an ordinary autumn world when he went across t
- 121 "Then, will you tell 'Da,' dear, or shall I? She's so devoted to him"; and his father's answer: "Well, she mustn't show it that way. I know exactly what it feels like to be held down on one's back. No Forsyte c
- 122 While he was eating his jam beneath the oak tree, he noticed things about his mother that he had never seemed to see before, her cheeks for instance were creamy, there were silver threads in her dark goldy hair, her throat had no k.n.o.b in it like Bella&
- 123 His mother smiled."Well, dear, we both of us went when we were little. Perhaps we went when we were too little.""I see," said little Jon, "it's dangerous.""You shall judge for yourself about all those things as you
- 124 "I can sleep any night.""Well, this is just a night like any other.""Oh! no--it's extra special.""On extra special nights one always sleeps soundest.""But if I go to sleep, Mum, I shan't hear you come
- 125 "It's my hair, darling."Little Jon laid hold of it, thick, dark gold, with a few silver threads."I like it," he said: "I like you best of all like this."Taking her hand, he had begun dragging her towards the door. He shu
- 126 "Well, you or somebody ought to give him a look up--last of the old lot; he's a hundred, you know. They say he's like a mummy. Where are you goin' to put him? He ought to have a pyramid by rights."Soames shook his head. "High
- 127 "It's a vision," she said."The deuce!"There was silence, then June rose. 'Crazylooking creature!' he thought."Well," he said, "you'll find your young stepbrother here with a woman I used to know. If y
- 128 At that moment, most awkward of his existence, crowded with ghosts and shadows from his past, in presence of the only two women he had ever loved--his divorced wife and his daughter by her successor--Soames was not so much afraid of them as of his cousin
- 129 "What house?""That they quarrelled about.""Yes. But what's all that to do with you? We're going home to-morrow--you'd better be thinking about your frocks.""Bless you! They're all thought about. A fam
- 130 "You don't ask if I have mine.""You don't care whether I do or not.""Quite right. Well, she has; and I have mine--terribly expensive.""H'm!" said Soames. "What does that chap Profond do in Englan
- 131 Sipping weak tea with lemon in it, Jolyon gazed through the leaves of the old oak-tree at that view which had appeared to him desirable for thirty-two years. The tree beneath which he sat seemed not a day older! So young, the little leaves of brownish gol
- 132 To Forsyte imagination that house was now a sort of Chinese pill-box, a series of layers in the last of which was Timothy. One did not reach him, or so it was reported by members of the family who, out of old-time habit or absentmindedness, would drive up
- 133 "Yes, sir; but I'm sure it's the same, because me and Cook witnessed, you remember, and there's our names on it still, and we've only done it once.""Quite," said Soames. He did remember. Smither and Jane had been pr
- 134 "Here's a gentleman wants to know you--cousin of yours--Mr. George Forsyde."Val saw a large form, and a face clean-shaven, bull-like, a little lowering, with sardonic humour bubbling behind a full grey eye; he remembered it dimly from old d
- 135 "Yes! But it's dashed awkward--Holly's young half-brother is coming to live with us while he learns farming. He's there already.""Oh!" said Winifred. "That is a gaff! What is he like?""Only saw him once--a
- 136 Jon, on the other hand, sat awake at his window with a bit of paper and a pencil, writing his first "real poem" by the light of a candle because there was not enough moon to see by, only enough to make the night seem fluttery and as if engraved
- 137 She bade him a casual and demure good-night, which made him think he had been dreaming....In her bedroom Fleur had flung off her gown, and, wrapped in a shapeless garment, with the white flower still in her hair, she looked like a mousme, sitting cross-le
- 138 "Yes; but you don't know my father!""I suppose he's fearfully fond of you.""You see, I'm an only child. And so are you--of your mother. Isn't it a bore? There's so much expected of one. By the time they�
- 139 "What do you think of this?" said Soames, pointing to the Gauguin.Monsieur Profond protruded his lower lip and short pointed beard."Rather fine, I think," he said; "do you want to sell it?"Soames checked his instinctive "
- 140 He was telling them now how he had "pipped the pro--a charmin' fellow, playin' a very good game," at the last hole this morning; and how he had pulled down to Caversham since lunch, and trying to incite Prosper Profond to play him a se
- 141 When he went up to bed his mother came into his room. She stood at the window, and said: "Those cypresses your grandfather planted down there have done wonderfully. I always think they look beautiful under a dropping moon. I wish you had known your g
- 142 "Well?" she said."It's seemed about fifteen days."She nodded, and Jon's face lighted up at once."Look natural," murmured Fleur, and went off into a bubble of laughter.It hurt him. How could he look natural with Ital
- 143 Jon answered with his kiss. And very soon, a flushed, distracted-looking youth could have been seen--as they say--leaping from the train and hurrying along the platform, searching his pockets for his ticket.When at last she rejoined him on the towing-path
- 144 "Oh!" said Fleur; "yes--the handkerchief."To this young man she owed Jon; and, taking his hand, she stepped down into the skiff. Still emotional, and a little out of breath, she sat silent; not so the young man. She had never heard any
- 145 She changed her dress, so as to look as if she had been in some time, and ran up to the gallery.Soames was standing stubbornly still before his Alfred Stevens--the picture he loved best. He did not turn at the sound of the door, but she knew he had heard,
- 146 In her room she had a fancy to put on her "freak" dress. It was of gold tissue with little trousers of the same, tightly drawn in at the ankles, a page's cape slung from the shoulders, little gold shoes, and a gold-winged Mercury helmet; an
- 147 II.--FATHERS AND DAUGHTERS Deprived of his wife and son by the Spanish adventure, Jolyon found the solitude at Robin Hill intolerable. A philosopher when he has all that he wants is different from a philosopher when he has not. Accustomed, however, to the
- 148 The girl smelled at her roses. "I only want to know because they won't tell me.""Well, it was about property, but there's more than one kind.""That makes it worse. Now I really must know."June's small and resol
- 149 When she reached him on the dusty road, he slipped his hand within her arm."Who, do you think, has been to see you, Dad? She couldn't wait! Guess!""I never guess," said Soames uneasily. "Who?""Your cousin, June Fors
- 150 "That's right," said Val; "keep off it while you can. You'll want it when you take a knock. This is really the same tobacco, then?""Identical, sir; a little dearer, that's all. Wonderful staying power--the British E
- 151 "But suppose they were engaged?""If we were engaged, and you found you loved somebody better, I might go cracked, but I shouldn't grudge it you.""I should. You mustn't ever do that with me, Jon."My G.o.d! Not much!&
- 152 IV.--IN GREEN STREET Uncertain whether the impression that Prosper Profond was dangerous should be traced to his attempt to give Val the Mayfly filly; to a remark of Fleur's: "He's like the hosts of Midian--he prowls and prowls around"
- 153 Soames, coming up to the City, with the intention of calling in at Green Street at the end of his day and taking Fleur back home with him, suffered from rumination. Sleeping partner that he was, he seldom visited the City now, but he still had a room of h
- 154 "Still, I'm lookin' at things broadly, sir. She's eighty-one.""Better serve it," said Soames, "and see what she says. Oh! and Mr.Timothy? Is everything in order in case of--""I've got the inventory of
- 155 "Not from Fleur, sir. Imagine, if you were me!"Soames cleared his throat. That way of putting it was forcible enough."Fleur's too young," he said."Oh! no, sir. We're awfully old nowadays. My Dad seems to me a perfect bab
- 156 Soames made a tour of the room, to subdue his rising anger."Do you remember," he said, halting in front of her, "what you were when I married you? Working at accounts in a restaurant.""Do you remember that I was not half your age?
- 157 The words. .h.i.t June like a pebble, in the ribs. After all she had done for Art, all her identification with its troubles and lame ducks. She was struggling for adequate words when the door was opened, and her Austrian murmured: "A young lady, gnad
- 158 Monsieur Profond smiled."Look here, Miss Forsyde, don't worry. It'll be all right. Nothing lasts.""Things do last," cried Fleur; "with me anyhow--especially likes and dislikes.""Well, that makes me a bit un'appy.""I should have thought nothing
- 159 "I expect you're right," he said slowly; "but I want to think it over."She could see that he was seething with feelings he wanted to express; but she did not mean to help him. She hated herself at this moment and almost hated him. Why had she to do a
- 160 "It's Jon Forsyte's mother, isn't it? And she was your wife first."It was said in a flash of intuition. Surely his opposition came from his anxiety that she should not know of that old wound to his pride. But she was startled. To see some one so old
- 161 'It's cruel,' thought Fleur, 'and I was glad! That man! What do men come prowling for, disturbing everything! I suppose he's tired of her. What business has he to be tired of my mother? What business!' And at that thought, so natural and so peculiar
- 162 "What is your wish?""Ask another.""Fleur," said Mont, and his voice sounded strange, "don't mock me! Even vivisected dogs are worth decent treatment before they're cut up for good."Fleur shook her head; but her lips were trembling."Well, you sh
- 163 "Have you heard anything of Fleur?""Yes."His face told her, then, more than the most elaborate explanations. So he had not forgotten!She said very quietly: "Fleur is awfully attractive, Jon, but you know--Val and I don't really like her very much."
- 164 "Is that chap," said Soames, "really going to the South Seas?""Oh! one never knows where Prosper's going!""He's a sign of the times," muttered Soames, "if you like."Winifred's hand gripped his arm."Don't turn your head," she said in a low
- 165 "No," said Timothy."I'm Soames, you know; your nephew, Soames Forsyte. Your brother James'son."Timothy nodded."I shall be delighted to do anything I can for you."Timothy beckoned. Soames went close to him: "You--" said Timothy in a voice which s
- 166 Fifty-eight years ago Jolyon had become an Eton boy, for old Jolyon's whim had been that he should be canonised at the greatest possible expense. Year after year he had gone to Lord's from Stanhope Gate with a father whose youth in the eighteen-twenties
- 167 With all his might Jolyon tried to get the better of the jumping, gurgling sensations within his chest."Well, sit down, old man. Have you seen your mother?""No." The boy's flushed look gave place to pallor; he sat down on the arm of the old chair, as
- 168 It all seemed to him disgusting--dead and disgusting. Then, suddenly, a hot wave of horrified emotion tingled through him. He buried his face in his hands. His mother! Fleur's father! He took up the letter again, and read on mechanically. And again c
- 169 "Alive, I mean.""Monty knew one at his Club. He brought him here to dinner once. Monty was always thinking of writing a book, you know, about how to make money on the turf. He tried to interest that man.""Well?""He put h
- 170 "You'll see," he said. "There's going to be a big change. The possessive principle has got its shutters up.""What?" said Soames."The house is to let! Good-bye, sir; I'm off now."Soames watched his dau
- 171 Young Mont made a distracted gesture. Silence brooded over the dinner table, covered with spoons bearing the Forsyte crest--a pheasant proper--under the electric light in an alabaster globe. And outside, the river evening darkened, charged with heavy mois
- 172 "She isn't--she isn't. It's only because I can't bear to make you unhappy, Mother, now that Father--" He thrust his fists against his forehead.Irene got up."I told you that night, dear, not to mind me. I meant it. Think
- 173 "Well?""It rests with him."He had a sense of being met and baffled. Always--always she had baffled him, even in those old first married days."It's a mad notion," he said."It is.""If you had only--! Well--t
- 174 "No," muttered Soames; "he. I was to tell you that it was no use; he must do what his father wished before he died." He caught her by the waist. "Come, child, don't let them hurt you. They're not worth your little finger
- 175 Jon drew a deep breath."I feel England's choky."They stood a few minutes longer under the oak-tree--looking out to where the grand stand at Epsom was veiled in evening. The branches kept the moonlight from them, so that it only fell everywh
- 176 On receiving her invitation, June had first thought, 'I wouldn't go near them for the world!' and then, one morning, had awakened from a dream of Fleur waving to her from a boat with a wild unhappy gesture. And she had changed her mind.When Fleur came
- 177 Soames paused. Old Gradman was leaning forward, convulsively gripping a stout black knee with each of his thick hands; his mouth had fallen open so that the gold fillings of three teeth gleamed; his eyes were blinking, two tears rolled slowly out of them.