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Years and philosophy； of which he had his share； had dimmed the recollection of his defeat at the 'Hotch Potch'； and now in his thoughts it was enshrined as the Queen of Clubs。 He would have been a member all these years himself； but； owing to the slipshod way his proposer； Jack Herring； had gone to work； they had not known what they were doing in keeping him out。 Why！ they had taken his son Jo at once； and he believed the boy was still a member； he had received a letter dated from there eight years ago。
He had not been near the 'Disunion' for months； and the house had undergone the piebald decoration which people bestow on old houses and old ships when anxious to sell them。
'Beastly colour； the smoking…room！' he thought。 'The dining…room is good！'
Its gloomy chocolate； picked out with light green； took his fancy。
He ordered dinner； and sat down in the very corner； at the very table perhaps I （things did not progress much at the 'Disunion；' a Club of almost Radical principles） at which he and young Jolyon used to sit twenty…five years ago； when he was taking the latter to Drury Lane； during his holidays。
The boy hadloved the theatre； and old Jolyon recalled how he used to sit opposite； concealing his excitement under a careful but transparent nonchalance。
He ordered himself； too； the very dinner the boy had always chosen…soup； whitebait； cutlets； and a tart。 Ah！ if he were only opposite now！
The two had not met for fourteen years。 And not for the first time during those fourteen years old Jolyon wondered whether he had been a little to blame in the matter of his son。 An unfortunate love…affair with that precious flirt Danae Thorn… worthy （now Danae Pellew）； Anthony Thornworthy's daughter； had thrown him on the rebound into the arms of June's mother。 He ought perhaps to have put a spoke in the wheel of their marriage； they were too young； but after that experience of Jo's susceptibility he had been only too anxious to see him married。 And in four years the crash had come！ To have approved his son's conduct in that crash was； of course； impossible； reason and trainingthat combination of potent factors which stood for his principlestold him of this impossibility； and his heart cried out。 The grim remorselessness of that business had no pity for hearts。 There was June； the atom with flaming hair； who had climbed all over him； twined and twisted herself about himabout his heart that was made to be the plaything and beloved resort of tiny； helpless things。 With characteristic insight he saw he must part with one or with the other； no half…measures could serve in such a situation。 In that lay its tragedy。 And the tiny； helpless thing prevailed。 He would not run with the hare and hunt with the hounds； and so to his son he said good…bye。
That good…bye had lasted until now。
He had proposed to continue a reduced allowance to young Jolyon； but this had been refused； and perhaps that refusal had hurt him more than anything； for with it had gone the last outlet of his penned…in affection； and there had come such tangible and solid proof of rupture as only a transaction in property； a bestowal or refusal of such； could supply。
His dinner tasted flat。 His pint of champagne was dry and bitter stuff； not like the Veuve Clicquots of old days。
Over his cup of coffee； he bethought him that he would go to the opera。 In the Times； thereforehe had a distrust of other papershe read the announcement for the evening。 It was 'Fidelio。〃
Mercifully not one of those new…fangled German pantomimes by that fellow Wagner。
Putting on his ancient opera hat； which； with its brim flattened by use； and huge capacity； looked like an emblem of greater days； and； pulling out an old pair of very thin lavender kid gloves smelling strongly of Russia leather； from habitual proximity to the cigar…case in the pocket of his overcoat； he stepped into a hansom。
The cab rattled gaily along the streets； and old Jolyon was struck by their unwonted animation。
'The hotels must be doing a tremendous business；' he thought。 A few years ago there had been none of these big hotels。 He made a satisfactory reflection on some property he had in the neighbourhood。 It must be going up in value by leaps and bounds！ What traffic！
But from that he began indulging in one of those strange impersonal speculations； so uncharacteristic of a Forsyte； wherein lay； in part； the secret of his supremacy amongst them。 What atoms men were； and what a lot of them！ And what would become of them all？
He stumbled as he got out of the cab； gave the man his exact fare； walked up to the ticket office to take his stall； and stood there with his purse in his handhe always carried his money in a purse； never having approved of that habit of carrying it loosely in the pockets； as so many young men did nowadays。 The official leaned out； like an old dog from a kennel。
〃Why；〃 he said in a surprised voice； 〃it's Mr。 Jolyon Forsyte！ So it is！ Haven't seen you； sir； for years。 Dear me！ Times aren't what they were。 Why！ you and your brother； and that auctioneerMr。 Traquair； and Mr。 Nicholas Treffryyou used to have six or seven stalls here regular every season。 And how are you； sir？ We don't get younger！〃
The colour in old Jolyon's eyes deepened； he paid his guinea。 They had not forgotten him。 He marched in； to the sounds of the overture； like an old war…horse to battle。
Folding his opera hat； he sat down； drew out his lavender gloves in the old way； and took up his glasses for a long look round the house。 Dropping them at last on his folded hat； he fixed his eyes on the curtain。 More poignantly than ever he felt that it was all over and done with him。 Where were all the women； the pretty women； the house used to be so full of？ Where was that old feeling in the heart as he waited for one of those great singers。？ Where that sensation of the intoxication of life and of his own power to enjoy it all？
The greatest opera…goer of his day！ There was no opera now！ That fellow Wagner had ruined everything； no melody left； nor any voices to sing it。 Ah！ the wonderful singers！ Gone！ He sat watching the old scenes acted； a numb feeling at his heart。
》From the curl of silver over his ear to the pose of his foot in its elastic…sided patent boot； there was nothing clumsy or weak about old Jolyon。 He was as uprightvery nearlyas in those old times when he came every night； his sight was as goodalmost as good。 But what a feeling of weariness and disillusion！
He had been in the habit all his life of enjoying things； even imperfect thingsand there had been many imperfect thingshe had enjoyed them all with moderation； so as to keep himself young。 But now he was deserted by his power of enjoyment； by his philosophy） and left with this dreadful feeling that it was all done with。 Not even the Prisoners' Chorus； nor Florian's Song； had the power to dispel the gloom of his loneliness。
If Jo； were only with him！ The boy must be forty by now。 He had wasted fourteen years out of the life of his only son。 And Jo was no longer a social pariah。 He was married。 Old Jolyon had been unable to refrain from marking his appreciation of the action by enclosing his son a cheque for L500。 The cheque had been returned in a letter from the 'Hotch Potch；' couched in these words。
'MY DEAREST FATHER；
'Your generous gift was welcome as a sign that you might think worse of me。 I return it； but should you think fit to invest it for the benefit of the little chap （we call him Jolly）； who bears our Christian and； by courtesy； our surname； I shall be very glad。
'I hope with all my heart that your health is as good as ever。
'Your loving son；
'Jo。'
The letter was like the boy。 He had always been an amiable chap。 Old Jolyon had sent this reply：
'MY DEAR JO；
'The sum （L500） stands in my books for the benefit of your boy； under the name of Jolyon Forsyte； and will be duly…credited with interest at 5 per cent。 I hope that you are doing well。 My health remains good at present。
'With love； I am； 'Your affectionate Father；
'JOLYON FORSYTE。'
And every； year on the 1st of January he had added a hundred and the interest。 The sum was mounting upnext New Year's Day it would be fifteen hundred and odd pounds！ And it is difficult to say how much satisfaction he had got out of that yearly transaction。 But the correspondence had ended。
In spite of his love for his son； in spite of an instinct； partly constitutional； partly the result； as in thousands of his class； of the continual handling and watching of affairs； prompting him to judge conduct by results rather than by principle； there was at the bottom of his heart a sort of uneasiness。 His son ought； under the circumstances； to have gone to the dogs； that law was laid down in all the novels； sermons； and plays he had ever read； heard； or witnessed。
After receiving the cheque back there seemed to him to be something wrong somewhere。 Why had his son； not gone tothe dogs？ But； then； who could tell？
He had heard；。 of coursein fact； he had made it his business to find outthat Jo lived in St。 John's Wood； that he had a little house in Wistaria Avenue with a garden； and took hi