The Forsyte Saga - Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,232 pages of information about The Forsyte Saga.

The Forsyte Saga - Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,232 pages of information about The Forsyte Saga.

He rose from the scooped-out red velvet seat with a feeling of constriction about his vitals.  He would never sleep with this going on in him!  And, taking coat and hat again, he went out, moving eastward.  In Trafalgar Square he became aware of some special commotion travelling towards him out of the mouth of the Strand.  It materialised in newspaper men calling out so loudly that no words whatever could be heard.  He stopped to listen, and one came by.

“Payper!  Special!  Ultimatium by Krooger!  Declaration of war!” Soames bought the paper.  There it was in the stop press....!  His first thought was:  ‘The Boers are committing suicide.’  His second:  ’Is there anything still I ought to sell?’ If so he had missed the chance—­there would certainly be a slump in the city to-morrow.  He swallowed this thought with a nod of defiance.  That ultimatum was insolent—­sooner than let it pass he was prepared to lose money.  They wanted a lesson, and they would get it; but it would take three months at least to bring them to heel.  There weren’t the troops out there; always behind time, the Government!  Confound those newspaper rats!  What was the use of waking everybody up?  Breakfast to-morrow was quite soon enough.  And he thought with alarm of his father.  They would cry it down Park Lane.  Hailing a hansom, he got in and told the man to drive there.

James and Emily had just gone up to bed, and after communicating the news to Warmson, Soames prepared to follow.  He paused by after-thought to say: 

“What do you think of it, Warmson?”

The butler ceased passing a hat brush over the silk hat Soames had taken off, and, inclining his face a little forward, said in a low voice:  “Well, sir, they ’aven’t a chance, of course; but I’m told they’re very good shots.  I’ve got a son in the Inniskillings.”

“You, Warmson?  Why, I didn’t know you were married.”

“No, sir.  I don’t talk of it.  I expect he’ll be going out.”

The slighter shock Soames had felt on discovering that he knew so little of one whom he thought he knew so well was lost in the slight shock of discovering that the war might touch one personally.  Born in the year of the Crimean War, he had only come to consciousness by the time the Indian Mutiny was over; since then the many little wars of the British Empire had been entirely professional, quite unconnected with the Forsytes and all they stood for in the body politic.  This war would surely be no exception.  But his mind ran hastily over his family.  Two of the Haymans, he had heard, were in some Yeomanry or other—­it had always been a pleasant thought, there was a certain distinction about the Yeomanry; they wore, or used to wear, a blue uniform with silver about it, and rode horses.  And Archibald, he remembered, had once on a time joined the Militia, but had given it up because his father, Nicholas, had made such a fuss about his ‘wasting his time peacocking about in a uniform.’  Recently he had heard somewhere that young Nicholas’ eldest, very young Nicholas, had become a Volunteer.  ‘No,’ thought Soames, mounting the stairs slowly, ‘there’s nothing in that!’

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