； which fritter away a man's possessions； and damage the majestic effect of that little paragraph in the morning papers accorded to Forsytes who die with a hundred thousand pounds。
A simple affair。 Just a bequest to his son of twenty thousand； and 'as to the residue of my property of whatsoever kind whether realty or personalty； or partaking of the nature of eitherupon trust to pay the proceeds rents annual produce dividends or interest thereof and thereon to my said grand…daughter June Forsyte or her assigns during her life to be for her sole use and benefit and without； etc。。。 and from and after her death or decease upon trust to convey assign transfer or make over the said last…mentioned lands hereditaments premises trust moneys stocks funds investments and securities or such as shall then stand for and represent the same unto such person or persons whether one or more for such intents purposes and uses and generally in such manner way and form in all respects as the said June Forsyte notwithstanding coverture shall by her last Will and Testament or any writing or writings in the nature of a Will testament or testamentary disposition to be by her duly made signed and published direct appoint or make over give and dispose of the same And in default etc。。。。 Provided always。。。' and so on； in seven folios of brief and simple phraseology。
The Will had been drawn by James in his palmy days。 He had foreseen almost every contingency。
Old Jolyon sat a long time reading this Will； at last he took half a sheet of paper from the rack； and made a prolonged pencil note； then buttoning up the Will； he caused a cab to be called and drove to the offices of Paramor and Herring； in Lincoln's Inn Fields。 Jack Herring was dead； but his nephew was still in the firm； and old Jolyon was closeted with him for half an hour。
He had kept the hansom； and on coming out； gave the driver the address3； Wistaria Avenue。
He felt a strange； slow satisfaction； as though he had scored a victory over James and the man of property。 They should not poke their noses into his affairs any more； he had just cancelled their trusteeships of his Will； he would take the whole of his business out of their hands； and put it into the hands of young Herring； and he would move the business of his Companies too。 If that young Soames were such a man of property； he would never miss a thousand a year or so； and under his great white moustache old Jolyon grimly smiled。 He felt that what he was doing was in the nature of retributive justice； richly deserved。
Slowly； surely； with the secret inner process that works the destruction of an old tree； the poison of the wounds to his happiness； his will； his pride； had corroded the comely edifice of his philosophy。 Life had worn him down on one side； till； like that family of which he was the head； he had lost balance。
To him； borne northwards towards his son's house； the thought of the new disposition of property； which he had just set in motion； appeared vaguely in the light of a stroke of punishment； levelled at that family and that Society； of which James and his son seemed to him the representatives。 He had made a restitution to young Jolyon； and restitution to young Jolyon satisfied his secret craving for revenge…revenge against Time； sorrow； and interference； against all that incalculable sum of disapproval that had been bestowed by the world for fifteen years on his only son。 It presented itself as the one possible way of asserting once more the domination of his will； of forcing James； and Soames； and the family； and all those hidden masses of Forsytes a great stream rolling against the single dam of his obstinacy to recognise once and for all that be would be master。 It was sweet to think that at last he was going to make the boy a richer man by far than that son of James； that 'man of property。' And it was sweet to give to Jo； for he loved his son。
Neither young Jolyon nor his wife were in （young Jolyon indeed was not back from the Botanical）； but the little maid told him that she expected the master at any moment：
〃He's always at 'ome to tea； sir； to play with the children。〃
Old Jolyon said he would wait； and sat down patiently enough in the faded； shabby drawing room； where； now that the summer chintzes were removed； the old chairs and sofas revealed all their threadbare deficiencies。 He longed to send for the children； to have them there beside him； their supple bodies against his knees； to hear Jolly's： 〃Hallo； Gran！〃 and see his rush； and feel Holly's soft little hand stealing up against his cheek。 But he would not。 There was solemnity in what he had come to do； and until it was over he would not play。 He amused himself by thinking how with two strokes of his pen he was going to restore the look of caste so conspicuously absent from everything in that little house； how he could fill these rooms； or others in some larger mansion； with triumphs of art from Baple and Pullbred's； how he could send little Jolly to Harrow and Oxford （he no longer had faith in Eton and Cambridge； for his son had been there）； how he could procure little Holly the best musical instruction； the child had a remarkable aptitude。
As these visions crowded before him； causing emotion to swell his heart； he rose； and stood at the window； looking down into the little walled strip of garden； where the pear…tree； bare of leaves before its time； stood with gaunt branches in the slow…gathering mist of the autumn afternoon。 The dog Balthasar； his tail curled tightly over a piebald； furry back； was walking at the farther end； sniffing at the plants； and at intervals placing his leg for support against the wall。
And old Jolyon mused。
What pleasure was there left but to give？ It was pleasant to give； when you could find one who would be thankful for what you gaveone of your own flesh and blood！ There was no such satisfaction to be had out of giving to those who did not belong to you； to those who had no claim on you！ Such giving as that was a betrayal of the individualistic convictions and actions of his life； of all his enterprise； his labour； and his moderation； of the great and proud fact that； like tens of thousands of Forsytes before him； tens of thousands in the present； tens of thousands in the future； he had always made his own； and held his own； in the world。
And； while he stood there looking down on the smut…covered foliage of the laurels； the blackstained grass…plot； the progress of the dog Balthasar； all the suffering of the fifteen years during which he had been baulked of legitimate enjoyment mingled its gall with the sweetness of the approaching moment。
Young Jolyon came at last； pleased with his work； and fresh from long hours in the open air。 On hearing that his father was in the drawing room； he inquired hurriedly whether Mrs。 Forsyte was at home； and being informed that she was not； heaved a sigh of relief。 Then putting his painting materials carefully in the little coat…closet out of sight； he went in。
With characteristic decision old Jolyon came at once to the point。 〃I've been altering my arrangements； Jo；〃 he said。 〃You can cut your coat a bit longer in the futureI'm settling a thousand a year on you at once。 June will have fifty thousand at my death； and you the rest。 That dog of yours is spoiling the garden。 I shouldn't keep a dog； if I were you！〃
The dog Balthasar； seated in the centre of the lawn； was examining his tail。
Young Jolyon looked at the animal； but saw him dimly； for his eyes were misty。
〃Yours won't come short of a hundred thousand； my boy；〃 said old Jolyon； 〃I thought you'd better know。 I haven't much longer to live at my age。 I shan't allude to it again。 How's your wife？
Andgive her my love。〃
Young Jolyon put his hand on his father's shoulder； and； as neither spoke； the episode closed。
Having seen his father into a hansom； young Jolyon came back to the drawing…room and stood； where old Jolyon had stood； looking down on the little garden。 He tried to realize all that this meant to him； and； Forsyte that he was； vistas of property were opened out in his brain； the years of half rations through which he had passed had not sapped his natural instincts。 In extremely practical form； he thought of travel； of his wife's costume； the children's education； a pony for Jolly； a thousand things； but in the midst of all he thought； too； of Bosinney and his mistress； and the broken song of the thrush。 Joytragedy！ Which？ Which？
The old pastthe poignant； suffering； passionate； wonderful past； that no money could buy； that nothing could restore in all its burning sweetnesshad come back before him。
When his wife came in he went straight up to her and took her in his arms； and for a long time he stood without speaking； his eyes closed； pressing her to him； while she looked at him with a wondering； adoring； doubting look in her eyes。
CHAPTER IV
VOYAGE INTO THE INFERNO
The morning after a certain night on which Soames at last asserted his rights and acted like a man； he breakfasted alone。
He breakfasted by gaslight； the fog of late November wrapping the town as in some monstrous blanket till the trees of the Square even were barely visible from the diningroom window。
He ate steadily； but at times a sensation as though he could not swallow attacked him。 Had he been right to yield to his overmastering hunger of the night before； and break down the resistance which he had suffered now too long from this woman who was his lawful and solemnly constituted helpmate？
He was strangely haunted by the recollection of her face； from before which； to soothe her； he had tried to pull her handsof her terrible smothered sobbing； the like of which he had never heard； and still seemed to hear； and he was still haunted by the odd； intolerable feeling of remorse and shame he had felt； as he stood looking at her by the flame of the single candle； before silently slinking away。
And somehow； now that he had acted like this； he was surprised at himself。
Two nights before； at Winifred Dartie's； he had taken Mrs。 MacAnder into dinner。 She had said to him； looking in his face with her sharp； greenish eyes： 〃And so your wife is a great friend of that