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The coachman turned his broad red face, and his juicy lips answered: "The lady in grey, sir?" "Yes, the lady in grey." What other ladies were there! Stodgy chap! The carriage stopped before a small three-storied block of flats, standing a little back from the river. With a practised eye old Jolyon saw that they were cheap.
Arrived at the edge, old Jolyon stood, noting another water-lily opened since yesterday; he would show it to Holly to-morrow, when 'his little sweet' had got over the upset which had followed on her eating a tomato at lunch her little arrangements were very delicate. Now that Jolly had gone to school his first term Holly was with him nearly all day long, and he missed her badly.
As it was, she would miss him. Still there was Jon, more important in her life than himself; Jon, who adored his mother. Under that tree, where old Jolyon waiting for Irene to come to him across the lawn had breathed his last, Jolyon wondered, whimsically, whether, having put everything in such perfect order, he had not better close his own eyes and drift away.
She gave her father a hug, and got into a cab with him, having as many fish to fry with him as he with her. It became at once a question which would fry them first. Jolyon had reached the words: "My dear, I want you to come with me," when, glancing at her face, he perceived by her blue eyes moving from side to side like the tail of a preoccupied cat that she was not attending.
He wiped the bottle, drew the cork with his own hands, put his nose down, inhaled its perfume, and went back to the music room. Irene was standing by the piano; she had taken off her hat and a lace scarf she had been wearing, so that her gold-coloured hair was visible, and the pallor of her neck. In her grey frock she made a pretty picture for old Jolyon, against the rosewood of the piano.
Young Jolyon, his wife, his two children, and his dog Balthasar, were all out there under a pear-tree. This walk towards them was the most courageous act of old Jolyon's life; but no muscle of his face moved, no nervous gesture betrayed him. He kept his deep-set eyes steadily on the enemy.
You have stated that the agreement which he has so unfortunately cut short with his own hand was for a period of five years, of which one only had expired I " Old Jolyon made a gesture of impatience. "I believe I am in order, Mr.
For when he once took a dislike to anyone as he had to his nephew old Jolyon never got over it. He remembered still the sense of relief with which he had heard the news of Irene's disappearance.
"Well," said Jolyon, rather coldly, "because the doctors tell me I shan't; that's all." "Oh! Dad!" cried Jon, and burst into tears. This downbreak of his son, whom he had not seen cry since he was ten, moved Jolyon terribly. He recognised to the full how fearfully soft the boy's heart was, how much he would suffer in this business, and in life generally.
If Timothy had indeed put in three flags already, well! it showed what the nation could do when it was roused. The war was as good as over. Jolyon stood at the window in Holly's old night nursery, converted into a studio, not because it had a north light, but for its view over the prospect away to the Grand Stand at Epsom.
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