The Forsyte Saga Volume 2(16)

He entered the board-room without a smile. All there – even Lord Fontenoy and ‘Old Mont’ – given up his spinneys, had he! Soames took his seat at the end on the fireside. Staring at Elderson, he saw, with sudden clearness, the strength of the fellow’s position; and, with equal clearness, the weakness of the P.P.R.S. With this rising and falling currency, they could never know exactly their liability – they were just gambling. Listening to the minutes and other routine business, with his chin clasped in his hand, he let his eyes move from face to face – old Mothergill, Elderson, Mont opposite; Sharman at the head; Fontenoy, Meyricke, back to himself – decisive board of the year. He could not, must not, be placed in any dubious position! At his first general meeting on this concern, he must not face the shareholders without knowing exactly where he stood. He looked again at Elderson – sweetish face, bald head rather like Julius Caesar’s, nothing to suggest irregularity or excessive optimism – in fact, somewhat resembling that of old Uncle Nicholas Forsyte, whose affairs had been such an example to the last generation but one. The managing director having completed his exposition, Soames directed his gaze at the pink face of dosey old Mothergill, and said:

‘I’m not satisfied that these accounts disclose our true position. I want the Board adjourned to this day week, Mr Chairman, and during the week I want every member of the Board furnished with exact details of the foreign contract commitments which do not mature during the present financial year. I notice that those are lumped under a general estimate of liability. I am not satisfied with that. They ought to be separately treated.’ Shifting his gaze past Elderson to the face of ‘Old Mont’, he went on: ‘Unless there’s a material change for the better on the Continent, which I don’t anticipate (quite the contrary), I fully expect those commitments will put us in Queer Street next year.’

The scraping of feet, shifting of legs, clearing of throats which accompany a slight sense of outrage greeted the words ‘Queer Street’; and a sort of satisfaction swelled in Soames; he had rattled their complacency, made them feel a touch of the misgiving from which he himself was suffering.

‘We have always treated our commitments under one general estimate, Mr Forsyte.’

Plausible chap!

‘And to my mind wrongly. This foreign contract business is a new policy. For all I can tell, instead of paying a dividend, we ought to be setting this year’s profits against a certain loss next year.’

Again that scrape and rustle.

‘My dear sir, absurd!’

The bulldog in Soames snuffled.

‘So you say!’ he said. ‘Am I to have those details?’

‘The Board can have what details it likes, of course. But permit me to remark on the general question that it can only be a matter of estimate. A conservative basis has always been adopted.’

‘That is a matter of opinion,’ said Soames; ‘and in my view it should be the Board’s opinion after very careful discussion of the actual figures.’

‘Old Mont’ was speaking.

‘My dear Forsyte, to go into every contract would take us a week, and then get us no further; we can but average it out.’

‘What we have not got in these accounts,’ said Soames, ‘is the relative proportion of foreign risk to home risk – in the present state of things a vital matter.’

The Chairman spoke.

‘There will be no difficulty about that, I imagine, Elderson! But in any case, Mr Forsyte, we should hardly be justified in penalizing the present year for the sake of eventualities which we hope will not arise.’

‘I don’t know,’ said Soames. ‘We are here to decide policy according to our common sense, and we must have the fullest opportunity of exercising it. That is my point. We have not enough information.’

That ‘plausible chap’ was speaking again:

‘Mr Forsyte seems to be indicating a lack of confidence in the management.’ Taking the bull by the horns – was he?

‘Am I to have that information?’

The voice of old Mothergill rose cosy in the silence.

‘The Board could be adjourned, perhaps, Mr Chairman; I could come up myself at a pinch. Possibly we could all attend. The times are very peculiar – we mustn’t take any unnecessary risks. The policy of foreign contracts is undoubtedly somewhat new to us. We have no reason so far to complain of the results. And I am sure we have the utmost confidence in the judgement of our managing director. Still, as Mr Forsyte has asked for this information, I think perhaps we ought to have it. What do you say, my lord?’