Man of Property eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 412 pages of information about Man of Property.

Man of Property eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 412 pages of information about Man of Property.

In the great opera-house a terrible yearning came on him to see his son.  He remembered the days when he had been wont to slide him, in a brown holland suit, to and fro under the arch of his legs; the times when he ran beside the boy’s pony, teaching him to ride; the day he first took him to school.  He had been a loving, lovable little chap!  After he went to Eton he had acquired, perhaps, a little too much of that desirable manner which old Jolyon knew was only to be obtained at such places and at great expense; but he had always been companionable.  Always a companion, even after Cambridge—­a little far off, perhaps, owing to the advantages he had received.  Old Jolyon’s feeling towards our public schools and ’Varsities never wavered, and he retained touchingly his attitude of admiration and mistrust towards a system appropriate to the highest in the land, of which he had not himself been privileged to partake....  Now that June had gone and left, or as good as left him, it would have been a comfort to see his son again.  Guilty of this treason to his family, his principles, his class, old Jolyon fixed his eyes on the singer.  A poor thing—­a wretched poor thing!  And the Florian a perfect stick!

It was over.  They were easily pleased nowadays!

In the crowded street he snapped up a cab under the very nose of a stout and much younger gentleman, who had already assumed it to be his own.  His route lay through Pall Mall, and at the corner, instead of going through the Green Park, the cabman turned to drive up St. James’s Street.  Old Jolyon put his hand through the trap (he could not bear being taken out of his way); in turning, however, he found himself opposite the ‘Hotch Potch,’ and the yearning that had been secretly with him the whole evening prevailed.  He called to the driver to stop.  He would go in and ask if Jo still belonged there.

He went in.  The hall looked exactly as it did when he used to dine there with Jack Herring, and they had the best cook in London; and he looked round with the shrewd, straight glance that had caused him all his life to be better served than most men.

“Mr. Jolyon Forsyte still a member here?”

“Yes, sir; in the Club now, sir.  What name?”

Old Jolyon was taken aback.

“His father,” he said.

And having spoken, he took his stand, back to the fireplace.

Young Jolyon, on the point of leaving the Club, had put on his hat, and was in the act of crossing the hall, as the porter met him.  He was no longer young, with hair going grey, and face—­a narrower replica of his father’s, with the same large drooping moustache—­decidedly worn.  He turned pale.  This meeting was terrible after all those years, for nothing in the world was so terrible as a scene.  They met and crossed hands without a word.  Then, with a quaver in his voice, the father said: 

“How are you, my boy?”

The son answered: 

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