Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works eBook

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Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 6,432 pages of information about Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works.
long lean jaw were covered from the westering sunshine by an old brown Panama hat.  His legs were crossed; in all his attitude was serenity and a kind of elegance, as of an old man who every morning put eau de Cologne upon his silk handkerchief.  At his feet lay a woolly brown-and-white dog trying to be a Pomeranian—­the dog Balthasar between whom and old Jolyon primal aversion had changed into attachment with the years.  Close to his chair was a swing, and on the swing was seated one of Holly’s dolls—­called ’Duffer Alice’—­with her body fallen over her legs and her doleful nose buried in a black petticoat.  She was never out of disgrace, so it did not matter to her how she sat.  Below the oak tree the lawn dipped down a bank, stretched to the fernery, and, beyond that refinement, became fields, dropping to the pond, the coppice, and the prospect—­’Fine, remarkable’—­at which Swithin Forsyte, from under this very tree, had stared five years ago when he drove down with Irene to look at the house.  Old Jolyon had heard of his brother’s exploit—­that drive which had become quite celebrated on Forsyte ’Change.  Swithin!  And the fellow had gone and died, last November, at the age of only seventy-nine, renewing the doubt whether Forsytes could live for ever, which had first arisen when Aunt Ann passed away.  Died! and left only Jolyon and James, Roger and Nicholas and Timothy, Julia, Hester, Susan!  And old Jolyon thought:  ’Eighty-five!  I don’t feel it—­except when I get that pain.’

His memory went searching.  He had not felt his age since he had bought his nephew Soames’ ill-starred house and settled into it here at Robin Hill over three years ago.  It was as if he had been getting younger every spring, living in the country with his son and his grandchildren—­June, and the little ones of the second marriage, Jolly and Holly; living down here out of the racket of London and the cackle of Forsyte ‘Change,’ free of his boards, in a delicious atmosphere of no work and all play, with plenty of occupation in the perfecting and mellowing of the house and its twenty acres, and in ministering to the whims of Holly and Jolly.  All the knots and crankiness, which had gathered in his heart during that long and tragic business of June, Soames, Irene his wife, and poor young Bosinney, had been smoothed out.  Even June had thrown off her melancholy at last—­witness this travel in Spain she was taking now with her father and her stepmother.  Curiously perfect peace was left by their departure; blissful, yet blank, because his son was not there.  Jo was never anything but a comfort and a pleasure to him nowadays—­an amiable chap; but women, somehow—­even the best—­got a little on one’s nerves, unless of course one admired them.

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