h curves back from her forehead； was going grey； like his own； and this greyness made the sudden vivid colour in her cheeks painfully pathetic。
The look on her face； such as he had never seen there before； such as she had always hidden from him； was full of secret resentments； and longings； and fears。 Her eyes； under their twitching brows； stared painfully。 And she was silent。
Jolly alone sustained the conversation； he had many possessions； and was anxious that his unknown friend with extremely large moustaches； and hands all covered with blue veins； who sat with legs crossed like his own father （a habit he was himself trying to acquire）； should know it； but being a Forsyte； though not yet quite eight years old； he made no mention of the thing at the moment dearest to his hearta camp of soldiers in a shop…window； which his father had promised to buy。 No doubt it seemed to him too precious； a tempting of Providence to mention it yet。
And the sunlight played through the leaves on that little party of the three generations grouped tranquilly under the pear…tree； which had long borne no fruit。
Old Jolyon's furrowed face was reddening patchily； as old men's faces redden in the sun。 He took one of Jolly's hands in his own； the boy climbed on to his knee； and little Holly； mesmerized by this sight； crept up to them； the sound of the dog Balthasar's scratching arose rhythmically。
Suddenly young Mrs。 Jolyon got up and hurried indoors。 A minute later her husband muttered an excuse； and followed。 Old Jolyon was left alone with his grandchildren。
And Nature with her quaint irony began working in him one of her strange revolutions； following her cyclic laws into the depths of his heart。 And that tenderness for little children； that passion for the beginnings of life which had once made him forsake his son and follow June； now worked in him to forsake June and follow these littler things。 Youth； like a flame； burned ever in his breast； and to youth he turned； to the round little limbs； so reckless； that wanted care； to the small round faces so unreasonably solemn or bright； to the treble tongues； and the shrill； chuckling laughter； to the insistent tugging hands； and the feel of small bodies against his legs； to all that was young and young； and once more young。 And his eyes grew soft； his voice； and thin…veined hands soft； and soft his heart within him。 And to those small creatures he became at once a place of pleasure； a place where they were secure； and could talk and laugh and play； till； like sunshine； there radiated from old Jolyon's wicker chair the perfect gaiety of three hearts。
But with young Jolyon following to his wife's room it was different。
He found her seated on a chair before her dressing…glass； with her hands before her face。
Her shoulders were shaking with sobs。 This passion of hers for suffering was mysterious to him。 He had been through a hundred of these moods； how he had survived them he never knew； for he could never believe they were moods； and that the last hour of his partnership had not struck。
In the night she would be sure to throw her o arms round； his neck and say： 〃Oh！ Jo； how I make you suffer！〃 as she had done a hundred times before。
He reached out his hand； and； unseen； slipped his razor…case into his pocket。 'I cannot stay here；' he thought； 'I must go down！' Without a word he left the room； and went back to the lawn。
Old Jolyon had little Holly on his knee； she had taken possession of his watch； Jolly； very red in the face； was trying to show that he could stand on his head。 The dog Balthasar； as close as he might be to the tea…table； had fixed his eyes on the cake。
Young Jolyon felt a malicious desire to cut their enjoyment short。
What business had his father to come and upset his wife like this？ It was a shock； after all these years！ He ought to have known； he ought to have given them warning； but when did a Forsyte ever imagine that his conduct could upset anybody！ And in his thoughts he did old Jolyon wrong。
He spoke sharply to the children； and told them to go in to their tea。 Greatly surprised； for they had never heard their father speak sharply before； they went off； hand in hand； little Holly looking back over her shoulder。
Young Jolyon poured out the tea。
〃My wife's not the thing today；〃 he said； but he knew well enough that his father had penetrated the cause of that sudden withdrawal； and almost hated the old man for sitting there so calmly。
〃You've got a nice little house here；〃 said old Jolyon with a shrewd look； 〃I suppose you've taken a lease of it！〃
Young Jolyon nodded。
〃I don't like the neighbourhood；〃 said old Jolyon； 〃a ramshackle lot。〃
Young Jolyon replied： 〃Yes； we're a ramshackle lot。〃'
The silence was now only broken by the sound of the dog Balthasar's scratching。
Old Jolyon said simply： 〃I suppose I oughtn't to have come here； Jo； but I get so lonely！〃
At these words young Jolyon got up and put his hand on his father's shoulder。
In the next house someone was playing over and over again： 'La Donna mobile' on an untuned piano； and the little garden had fallen into shade； the sun now only reached the wall at the end； whereon basked a crouching cat； her yellow eyes turned sleepily down on the dog Balthasar。 There was a drowsy hum of very distant traffic； the creepered trellis round the garden shut out everything but sky； and house； and pear…tree； with its top branches still gilded by the sun。
For some time they sat there； talking but little。 Then old Jolyon rose to go； and not a word was said about his coming again。
He walked away very sadly。 What a poor miserable place； and he thought of the great； empty house in Stanhope Gate； fit residence for a Forsyte； with its huge billiard…room and drawing…room that no one entered from one week's end to another。
That woman； whose face he had rather liked； was too thin…skinned by half； she gave Jo a bad time he knew！ And those sweet children！ Ah！ what a piece of awful folly！
He walked towards the Edgware Road； between rows of little houses； all suggesting to him （erroneously no doubt； but the prejudices of a Forsyte are sacred） shady histories of some sort or kind。
Society； forsooth； the chattering hags and jackanapeshad set themselves up to pass judgment on his flesh and blood！ A parcel of old women！ He stumped his umbrella on the ground； as though to drive it into the heart of that unfortunate body； which had dared to ostracize his son and his son's son； in whom he could have lived again！
He stumped his umbrella fiercely； yet he himself had followed Society's behaviour for fifteen yearshad only today been false to it！
He thought of June； and her dead mother； and the whole story； with all his old bitterness。 A wretched business！
He was a long time reaching Stanhope Gate； for； with native perversity； being extremely tired； he walked the whole way。
After washing his hands in the lavatory downstairs； he went to the dining…room to wait for dinner； the only room he used when June was outit was less lonely so。 The evening paper had not yet come； he had finished the Times； there was therefore nothing to do。
The room faced the backwater of traffic； and was very silent。 He disliked dogs； but a dog even would have been company。 His gaze； travelling round the walls； rested on a 'picture entitled： 'Group of Dutch fishing boats at sunset； the chef d'oeuvre of his collection。 It gave him no pleasure。 He closed his eyes。 He was lonely！ He oughtn't to complain； he knew； but he couldn't help it： He was a poor thinghad always been a poor thingno pluck！ Such was his thought。
The butler came to lay the table for dinner； and seeing his master apparently asleep； exercised extreme caution in his movements。 This bearded man also wore a moustache； which had given rise to grave doubts in the minds of many membersof the family； especially those who； like Soames； had been to public schools； and were accustomed to niceness in such matters。 Could he really be considered a butler？ Playful spirits alluded to him as： 'Uncle Jolyon's Nonconformist'； George； the acknowledged wag； had named him： 'Sankey。'
He moved to and fro between the great polished sideboard and the great polished table inimitably sleek and soft。
Old Jolyon watched him； feigning sleep。 The fellow was a sneak he had always thought sowho cared about nothing but rattling through his work； and getting out to his betting or his woman or goodness knew what！ A slug！ Fat too！ And didn't care a pin about his master！
But then against his will； came one of those moments of philosophy which made old Jolyon different from other Forsytes：
After all why should the man care？ He wasn't paid to care； and why expect it？ In this world people couldn't look for affection unless they paid for it。 It might be different in the nexthe didn't knowcouldn't tell！ And again he shut his eyes。
Relentless and stealthy； the butler pursued his labours； taking things from the various compartments of the sideboard。 His back seemed always turned to old Jolyon； thus； he robbed his operations of the unseemliness of being carried on in his master's presence； now and then he furtively breathed on the silver； and wiped it with a piece of chamois leather。 He appeared to pore over the quantities of wine in the decanters； which he carried carefully and rather high； letting his heard droop over them protectingly。 When he had finished； he stood for over a minute watching his master； and in his greenish eyes there was a look of contempt：
After all； this master of his was an old buffer； who hadn't much left in him！
Soft as a tom…cat； he crossed the room to press the bell。 His orders were 'dinner at seven。' What if his master were asleep； he would soon have him out of that； there was the night to sleep in！ He had himself to think of； for he was due at his Club at half…past eight！
In answer to the ring； appeared a page boy with a silver soup tureen。 The butler took it from his hands and placed it on the。 table； then； standing by the open door； as though about to usher company into the room； he said in a solemn voice：
〃Dinner is on the table； sir！
Slowly old Jolyon got up out of his chair； an