The Forsyte Saga Volume 2(182)

The car turned down the last low hill to the level of the river. He caught a glimpse of it flowing dark between the poplars, like the soul of England, running hidden. The car rolled into the drive, and stopped before the door. He shouldn’t tell Annette yet about this case coming into Court – she wouldn’t feel as he did – she had no nerves!





Chapter Four



CATECHISM



MARJORIE FERRAR’S marriage was fixed for the day of the Easter Recess; her honeymoon to Lugano; her trousseau with Clothilde; her residence in Eaton Square; her pin-money at two thousand a year; and her affections on nobody. When she received a telephone message: Would she come to breakfast at Shropshire House? she was surprised. What could be the matter with the old boy?

At five minutes past nine, however, on the following day she entered the ancestral precincts, having left almost all powder and pigment on her dressing-table. Was he going to disapprove of her marriage? Or to give her some of her grandmother’s lace, which was only fit to be in a museum?

The marquess was reading the paper in front of an electric fire. He bent on her his bright, shrewd glance.

‘Well, Marjorie? Shall we sit down, or do you like to breakfast standing? There’s porridge, scrambled eggs, fish – ah! and grapefruit – very considerate of them! Pour out the coffee, will you?’

‘What’ll you have, Grandfather?’

‘Thank you, I’ll roam about and peck a bit. So you’re going to be married. Is that fortunate?’

‘People say so.’

‘He’s in Parliament, I see. Do you think you could interest him in this Electricity Bill of Parsham’s?’

‘Oh! yes. He’s dead keen on electricity.’

‘Sensible man. He’s got Works, I suppose. Are they electrified?’

‘I expect so.’

The marquess gave her another glance.

‘You know nothing about it,’ he said. ‘But you’re looking very charming. What’s this I hear of a libel?’

She might have known! Grandfather was too frightfully spry! He missed nothing!

‘It wouldn’t interest you, dear.’

‘I disagree. My father and old Sir Lawrence Mont were great friends. Why do you want to wash linen in Court?’

‘I don’t.’

‘Are you the plaintiff?’

‘Yes.’

‘What do you complain of?’

‘They’ve said things about me.’

‘Who?’

‘Fleur Mont and her father.’

‘Ah! the relation of the tea-man. What have they said?’

‘That I haven’t a moral about me.’

‘Well, have you?’

‘As much as most people.’

‘Anything else?’

‘That I’m a snake of the first water.’

‘I don’t like that. What made them say so?’

‘Only that I was heard calling her a snob; and so she is.’

The marquess, who had resigned a finished grapefruit, placed his foot on a chair, his elbow on his knee, his chin on his hand, and said:

‘No divinity hedges our Order in these days, Marjorie; but we still stand for something. It’s a mistake to forget that.’

She sat very still. Everybody respected grandfather; even her father, to whom he did not speak. But to be told that she stood for something was really too dull for anything! All very well for grandfather at his age, and with his lack of temptations! Besides, she had no handle to her name, owing to the vaunted nature of British institutions. Even if she felt that – by Lord Charles out of Lady Ursula – she ought not to be dictated to, she had never put on frills – had always liked to be thought a mere Bohemian. And, after all, she did stand – for not being stuffy, and not being dull.

‘Well, Grandfather, I tried to make it up, but she wouldn’t Coffee?’

‘Yes, coffee. But tell me, are you happy about yourself?’

Marjorie Ferrar handed him the cup.

‘No. Who is?’

‘A hit,’ said the marquess. ‘You’re going to be very well off, I hear. That means power. It’s worth using well, Marjorie. He’s a Scotsman, isn’t he? Do you like him?’ Again the shrewd bright glance.

‘At times.’

‘I see. With your hair, you must be careful. Red hair is extraordinarily valuable on occasion. In the Eton and Harrow Match, or for speaking after dinner; but don’t let it run away with you after you’re married. Where are you going to live?’

‘In Eaton Square. There’s a Scotch place, too.’

‘Have your kitchens electrified. I’ve had it done here. It saves the cook’s temper. I get very equable food. But about this libel. Can’t you all say you’re sorry – why put money into the lawyers’ pockets?’