places and at great expense; but he had always been companionable. Always a companion, even after Cambridge — a little faroff, perhaps, owing to the advantages he had received. Old Jolyon’s feeling towards our public schools and ‘Varsities neverwavered, and he retained touchingly his attitude of admiration and mistrust towards a system appropriate to the highest inthe land, of which he had not himself been privileged to partake.... Now that June had gone and left, or as good as lefthim, it would have been a comfort to see his son again. Guilty of this treason to his family, his principles, his class, oldJolyon 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 alreadyassumed it to be his own. His route lay through Pall Mall, and at the corner, instead of going through the Green Park, thecabman turned to drive up St. James’s Street. Old Jolyon put his hand through the trap (he could not bear being taken out ofhis way); in turning, however, he found himself opposite the ‘Hotch Potch,’ and the yearning that had been secretly with himthe 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 inLondon; and he looked round with the shrewd, straight glance that had caused him all his life to be better served than mostmen.

“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.