His sudden collapse alarmed her,and smoothing his forehead,she said:
"Now,don't fuss,James!"
A dusky red had spread over James'cheeks and forehead.
"I paid for them,"he said tremblingly;"he's a thief!I--I knew how it would be.He'll be the death of me;he ."Words failed him and he sat quite still.Emily,who thought she knew him so well,was alarmed,and went towards the sideboard where she kept some sal volatile.She could not see the tenacious Forsyte spirit working in that thin,tremulous shape against the extravagance of the emotion called up by this outrage on Forsyte principles--the Forsyte spirit deep in there,saying:'You mustn't get into a fantod,it'll never do.You won't digest your lunch.You'll have a fit!'All unseen by her,it was doing better work in James than sal volatile.
"Drink this,"she said.
James waved it aside.
"What was Winifred about,"he said,"to let him take her pearls?"Emily perceived the crisis past.
"She can have mine,"she said comfortably."I never wear them.
She'd better get a divorce."
"There you go!"said James."Divorce!We've never had a divorce in the family.Where's Soames?""He'll be in directly."
"No,he won't,"said James,almost fiercely;"he's at the funeral.
You think I know nothing."
"Well,"said Emily with calm,"you shouldn't get into such fusses when we tell you things."And plumping up his cushions,and putting the sal volatile beside him,she left the room.
But James sat there seeing visions--of Winifred in the Divorce Court,and the family name in the papers;of the earth falling on Roger's coffin;of Val taking after his father;of the pearls he had paid for and would never see again;of money back at four per cent.,and the country going to the dogs;and,as the afternoon wore into evening,and tea-time passed,and dinnertime,those visions became more and more mixed and menacing--of being told nothing,till he had nothing left of all his wealth,and they told him nothing of it.Where was Soames?Why didn't he come in?.