Chapter 33 Chapter 5 Soames launches

For a good two hours Soames was absorbed in the affairs of the new coal mining company; which had hardly improved since the day old Jolyon dismissed its chairman, and which had of late been almost failing to sustain itself. , so now we have to declare closure.During these two hours a sealed letter, written in Mr. Bouldid's own hand, remained unopened in Soames' pocket.He took out the letter at noon when he went to lunch at his club in town.Soames used to dine here with his father in the early years of the seventies; James always liked him to come, to see for himself what his future life would be like; and for that reason, The club was to Soames something of a family shrine.

At this time, he was sitting far away in a corner of the dining room, with a pot of roast mutton and mashed potatoes in front of him, and began to read the letter: Soames read the letter twice, and beckoned to the page. "Take this away; the dish is cold." "Is there anything else you want, sir?" "No. Bring me a cup of coffee to the next room." He paid for the uneaten dish and left the restaurant, passing two acquaintances without saying hello. He sat before a small round marble table with coffee on it. "Satisfy the court!" he thought. "Jolyon fellow!" He poured out the coffee, put sugar in it, and drank it.He wants to shame him in front of his own children!As this resolution became more and more agitated in his heart, he realized for the first time that it was inconvenient for him to be his own lawyer.There was no way this scandal could be left to his firm.He had to entrust his soul of private dignity to a stranger, to a firm of family corruption cases.Which one can I find?Linkmans & Leffers at Berkeley Field might do it—reliable, unobtrusive, and no-nonsense acquaintances.But before he went to them, he had to meet Bordier again.At this thought Soames hesitated.Tell Bordude the secret?What kind of wording?It's like making people look down on him and make them laugh at him in their stomachs!But the guy already knew anyway—yes, he already knew!He felt that this matter had to be dealt with immediately, so he called a carriage and went to the West City.

The weather was very hot, and the window of Mr. Bouldid's room was open obediently. The only defense in the room was a piece of fly screen.Two or three flies were about to fly in, but they happened to get caught in the gauze, so that they could only hang there and watch themselves be eaten soon.Mr. Boldid followed his client's eyes, apologetically rose, and closed the window. "Possession!" thought Soames.Like anyone who basically believes in himself, he pulls himself together in a pinch; he turned his face a little and said with a smile, "I got your letter. I'm going to do it. I think you know Who is this lady you are spying on?"

The look on Mr. Boldid's face at this moment was nothing short of a masterpiece.The meaning is very clear: "By the way, what do you think? But don't worry, it's just for professional relationship—you don't have to worry about it!" He made a slight ethereal movement with one hand , which is equivalent to saying: "This kind of thing-this kind of thing happens to us all!" "Very well, then," said Soames, licking his lips. "Stop. I'm going to have the law firm of Linkman & Leffer, Berkeley Field, to prosecute on my behalf. I don't want to hear your evidence, but please go to them at five o'clock. At the same time, we must continue to keep absolute secrecy."

Bordier's eyes were half-closed, as if obeying immediately. "My dear sir," he said. "Are you sure that the evidence is sufficient?" asked Soames, with sudden vigor. Bao Erdide's shoulder moved very slightly. "Just don't worry about it," he said in a low voice; "With the materials in our hands, plus human nature, just don't worry about it." Soames rose. "Talk to Mr. Linkman when you go. Thank you; don't stand up." He didn't want Bao Erdi to sneak between him and the door as usual, and he couldn't stand it.He wiped the sweat from his brow in the sunshine of Piccadilly.It was a most hateful moment--it was far better to talk to those strangers.He went back to the business district to take care of the rest of the business.

Back in Park Lane that night, watching his father eat his supper, Soames' old thoughts of a son came back to him; to play on my lap, as James used to hold him at one time; to have a son of his own, who, being his own flesh and blood, could understand him—understand him, comfort him, and because The foundation is better than your own, and you will become richer and more educated.Like now, when I get old, I will be as thin, gray-haired, and haggard as the old father sitting across from me—and alone, with piles of property left and right; I am not interested in anything, because these There is no future, and sooner or later it will pass from his hands to the hands, mouths and eyes of those he does not like at all!Don't come, don't come!Now he wants to solve it completely, get himself free, get married, and have a son to take care of him. When he grows old like his father, he can look at the beef liver in front of him and look at his son thoughtfully for a while.

In this mood he went upstairs to bed.But as he slept warmly among the muslin sheets Emily had made for him, the memory and the pain came back.The shadow of Erin, and even the real feeling of her body, lingered in his mind, making him very confused.What a fool!Why did I go to see her again, which made the old feelings come back in my mind, and I felt uncomfortable when I thought of her being with that guy, the thief who cheated on me!