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Updated: May 7, 2025
"When we come to Reading, Jon, get out first and go down to Caversham lock and wait for me. I'll send the car home and we'll walk by the towing-path." Jon seized her hand in gratitude, and they sat silent, with the world well lost, and one eye on the corridor. But the train seemed to run twice as fast now, and its sound was almost lost in that of Jon's sighing.
He reached forward to get up. Jon, who had taken the letter, said quickly: "No, I'll go"; and was gone. Jolyon sank back in his chair. A blue-bottle chose that moment to come buzzing round him with a sort of fury; the sound was homely, better than nothing.... Where had the boy gone to read his letter? The wretched letter the wretched story!
Jon, at the north window, sniffing air mysteriously scented with warm strawberries, heard a car drive up. The lawyers again about some nonsense! Why did that scent so make one ache? And where did it come from there were no strawberry beds on this side of the house. Instinctively he took a crumpled sheet of paper from his pocket, and wrote down some broken words.
For the rest, I charge you watch your lord; for, if I come back and find anything amiss, that shall be the death of some, and if I do not come back but perish on the road, yet I will haunt you." Now Jon liked not this task; still, for love of Eric and fear of Skallagrim, he set out with the Baresark.
Irene, lost as it were in the letter of her boy, stood at a window where the light fell on her face and her fine grey hair; her lips were moving, smiling, her dark eyes laughing, dancing, and the hand which did not hold the letter was pressed against her breast. Holly withdrew as from a vision of perfect love, convinced that Jon must be nice.
We don't get many like him now, with everybody in such a hurry. The War was bad for manners, sir it was bad for manners. You were in it, I see." "No," said Val, tapping his knee, "I got this in the war before. Saved my life, I expect. Do you want any cigarettes, Jon?"
I expect he will be asking you." Jolyon smiled. "This promises to take the place of air-raids," he said. "After all, one misses them." Irene looked up at him. "We've known it would come some day." He answered her with sudden energy: "I could never stand seeing Jon blame you. He shan't do that, even in thought. He has imagination; and he'll understand if it's put to him properly.
She was sitting on one of the two rush-seated chairs, with her back to the door, when he came in, and she said at once "Sit down, Jon, I want to talk seriously." Jon sat on the table by her side, and without looking at him she went on: "If you don't want to lose me, we must get married." Jon gasped. "Why? Is there anything new?" "No, but I felt it at Robin Hill, and among my people."
When she was gone like a passionate dream, leaving her image on his eyes, her kisses on his lips, such an ache in his heart, Jon leaned in the window, listening to the car bearing her away.
We wouldn't want to know anything we wouldn't let it make any difference. It'll only make us both love you and Mother all the more." Jolyon put his hand into his breast pocket, but brought it out again empty, and sat, clucking his tongue against his teeth. "Think what your mother's been to you, Jon! She has nothing but you; I shan't last much longer." "Why not? It isn't fair to Why not?"
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