Chapter 31 Chapter 3 Richmond Park

On the afternoon of the day Soames was crossing for Paris, Jolyon received a telegram at Robin Hill: Joan's berth had already been booked, and she was about to leave the next day. The whole family was already restless, and this news came again.Joan was planning to entrust Eric Cowberry's family to her father's care when the telegram came. Jolly's decision to enroll as a Red Cross nurse, prodded by Jory to join the army, was dutifully carried out with the chagrin and regret that all Forsytes felt when their personal liberties were deprived of them.At first she was still enthusiastic, saying things were "extremely interesting". After a month, she gradually felt that it was much better for her to train herself than others.If it weren't for Holly's insistence on following her sister's example and training, she would definitely quit.In April, when Jory and Farr set out with the troops, her half-heartedness stabilized even more.But now that she is leaving, she is very sad at the thought of leaving Eric Copperley, a wife and two children wandering in a cold, artless world, so will she go? It's hard to say.It was not until the reading of that fretful live telegram that her case was settled.She pictured herself nursing Jory--of course they'd let her nurse her brother!Jolyon, always more free and less confident, had no hope of that!Joan is terrible!How rough and cruel life is!Did any Forsyte of her generation really understand?Ever since he learned that his son had arrived in Cape Town, he had to think about it for a long time.He couldn't help but feel that his son was constantly in danger.Although the situation in the telegram was serious, he felt relieved.At least, the bullet would not hit Jory.But—enteritis is indeed a serious disease! The Times is full of people dying of it.Why can't his son stay at home peacefully while he sleeps in the hospital close to the mainland?Indeed, Jolyon was thoroughly bewildered by the un-Forsyte sacrifices of the three children.He himself would have liked to have switched places with Jory, because he loved his son; but such personal motives were quite beyond their senses.He could only have one thought, that the Forsyte type seemed to be on the wane.

About three or four o'clock in the afternoon, Holly ran out to look for him under the old oak tree.In recent months, away from home and training in the hospital, she has grown quite a bit.Jolyon saw Holly running up, and thought, "She's more sensible than Joan, though a child; she sees things much more clearly. Thank God, she's not going out yet." Holly sat down on the swing, and soon It is quiet. "She's like me," "It's a bad feeling," thought Jolyon, and seeing Holly's eyes fixed on him, he said, "Don't be so troubled, my boy, if he doesn't get sick, he'll probably have something worse. danger."

Holly got down from the swing. "I'll tell you something, father. Jory went into the army because of me." "how to say?" "While you were in Paris, Val Dartie and I, we two were on good terms. We used to ride in the Richmond Park; we were engaged. Jory found out, and thought we should be stopped; so he asked Farr challenged to join the army. It's all my fault, father; so I'm going out too. If something happens to either of them, I can't live. Besides, I have the same training as Joan." Jolyon stared blankly at his daughter, slightly amused in surprise.It turns out that the answer to the mystery I have been asking myself is here; it turns out that his three children are still Forsyte after all.Holly should have told him all about it long ago!But this sarcastic remark was swallowed by him again.Love for the young was perhaps the most sacred of all his beliefs.Of course, this is the retribution of his kindness!engaged!No wonder he hasn't had any contact with Holly recently!And betrothed to little Far Dartie, Soames' nephew--of the enemy's camp!It was just so unpleasant.He put away the easel and put the watercolor against the tree.

"Did you tell Joan?" "Tell me; she says she'll find a way of cramming me in her room; she's got a single room; but we've got to have one of us sleep on the floor. If you promise, she'll go to town right away to ask permission. " "Yes?" thought Jolyon. "It's too late for me to promise at this time!" But he still stopped himself from saying anything. "You're too young, my dear; they won't let you nurse him." "Joan knows a few people she helped go up to Cape Town. If they won't let me watch him, I can stay with them and train there. Let me go, father!"

Jolyon smiled because he could cry himself. "I never stop anyone from doing anything," he said. Holly threw her arms around his neck. "Father! You're the best man in the world." "That's like saying I'm the worst of men," thought Jolyon.If he had any doubts about his tolerance, it was at such times. "I don't get along with Val's family," he said, "and I don't know about Val, but Jory doesn't like him." Holly looked blankly. "But I love him," she said. "That will do," said Jolyon flatly, and seeing Holly's look, he kissed her, and thought, "There is nothing more pitiful for young people's convictions!" Otherwise, he obviously could only do his best, so he went to town with Joan.Whether it was because Jolyon was determined not to rest when she had achieved her goal, or because the officer they met was an old schoolmate of Jolyon's, he could not say; in any case, Holly and Joan shared a room.In the evening of the next day, Jolyon took his two daughters to Sebitong Station, and brought them money, nutritious food for the sick, and a letter of introduction for the disbursement—the Forsyte family did not bring it. This kind of letter of introduction is never going out-the two people just walked away like this.

He rode back to Robin Hill under a bright sunset sky; supper was late, and the servants took special care in serving it in sympathy, and Jolyon ate with special care in appreciating the sympathy.It wasn't until after dinner that he lit a cigar on the corridor covered with blue flagstones that the shapes and colors of the flagstones in the hallway were all ingeniously selected by Bosinney Jr.The surrounding night is getting darker, the scenery is so beautiful, there is no wind at the top of the tree, and the fragrance is so strong, it makes people feel a little melancholy.The grass was full of dew, so he just walked back and forth on the stone slabs; soon he felt as if he was only one of three people, and when he reached the end, the three people did not circle around together, but each turned around. body, so his father was always closest to the side of the house and his son was always closest to the hallway.Both of them held his arm lightly with one arm; he was too afraid to raise his hand for fear of disturbing them, and the cigar burned out, and the ashes fell on himself, and at last it became too hot, and from his The mouth fell.Both were away from him now, and his arms felt suddenly cold.

It was three Jolyons walking on one Jolyon just now! He stood still, picking out the sounds in his ears--a passing carriage on the high road, a train going far away, the dog on Gage's farm, the whispering bushes, the little groom blowing. His cheap mouthpiece.The countless stars above - bright and silent, so far away!The moon is not out yet!The little light barely allowed him to make out the dark