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Smither and Jane had been proper witnesses, having been left nothing in the Will that they might have no interest in Timothy's death. It had been he fully admitted an almost improper precaution, but Timothy had wished it, and, after all, Aunt Hester had provided for them amply. "Very well," he said; "good-bye, Smither.
To Smither and Cook that preparation came like final evidence of what they had never believed possible the end of the old Forsyte family on earth. Poor Mr. Timothy must now take a harp and sing in the company of Miss Forsyte, Mrs. Julia, Miss Hester; with Mr. Jolyon, Mr. Swithin, Mr. James, Mr. Roger, and Mr. Nicholas of the party. Whether Mrs.
"Take care of him, Cook, he is old." And, shaking her crumpled hand, he went down-stairs. Smither was still taking the air in the doorway. "What do you think of him, Mr. Soames?" "H'm!" Soames murmured: "He's lost touch." "Yes," said Smither, "I was afraid you'd think that, coming fresh out of the world to see him like." "Smither," said Soames, "we're all indebted to you." "Oh, no, Mr.
Soames, at its dinner, it eats the meat first. We've always thought it such a good sign of Mr. Timothy at his age to leave it to the last, but now he seems to have lost all his self-control; and, of course, it makes him leave the rest. The doctor doesn't make anything of it, but" Smither shook her head "he seems to think he's got to eat it first, in case he shouldn't get to it.
Suddenly from behind a tree stepped the burly form of Hank Smither. "You can't go any further!" he growled. "Turn back an' git off this land! You're trespassin'!" "Oh, I think not," said Mr. Ford, pleasantly. "Well, I tell you you be! Git off, 'fore I " "Now I advise you to go slow, my big friend," put in the constable.
One could not confess to sentiment before another, and Soames felt that he was going to be sentimental nosing round those rooms so saturated with the past. When Smither, creaking with excitement, had left him, Soames entered the dining-room and sniffed. In his opinion it wasn't mice, but incipient wood-rot, and he examined the panelling.
"No!" said Timothy, and stumping his stick loudly on the floor, he continued his walk. "It doesn't seem to work," said Soames. "No, sir," replied Smither, rather crestfallen; "you see, he hasn't finished his walk. It always was one thing at a time with him. I expect he'll ask me this afternoon if you came about the gas, and a pretty job I shall have to make him understand."
Soames would have liked to stay outside in the sunshine. He didn't believe a word of it; on the other hand, it was a form of insurance which could not safely be neglected, in case there might be something in it after all. They walked up two and two he and Gradman, Cook and Smither to the family vault. It was not very distinguished for the funeral of the last old Forsyte.
It's such a pleasant change!" "Well," said Soames, "just for a few minutes." "No," murmured Smither in the hall, where the air had the singular freshness of the outside day, "we haven't been very satisfied with him, not all this week. He's always been one to leave a titbit to the end; but ever since Monday he's been eating it first. If you notice a dog, Mr.
Timothy's so used, he doesn't take a bit of notice, except to put out his tongue." "Well," said Soames, turning away, "it's rather sad and painful to me." "Oh! sir," returned Smither anxiously, "you mustn't think that. Now that he can't worry about things, he quite enjoys his life, really he does. As I say to Cook, Mr. Timothy is more of a man than he ever was.
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