"Not yet, Jolyon."

That was like her--she had no foresight, and never went to meet trouble.
Still--who knew?--she might be right. It was ill going against a
mother's instinct. It might be well to let the boy go on, if possible,
till experience had given him some touchstone by which he could judge
the values of that old tragedy; till love, jealousy, longing, had
deepened his charity. All the same, one must take precautions--every
precaution possible! And, long after Irene had left him, he lay awake
turning over those precautions. He must write to Holly, telling her that
Jon knew nothing as yet of family history. Holly was discreet, she would
make sure of her husband, she would see to it! Jon could take the letter
with him when he went to-morrow.

And so the day on which he had put the polish on his material estate
died out with the chiming of the stable clock; and another began for
Jolyon in the shadow of a spiritual disorder which could not be so
rounded off and polished....

But Jon, whose room had once been his day nursery, lay awake too, the
prey of a sensation disputed by those who have never known it, "love at
first sight!" He had felt it beginning in him with the glint of those
dark eyes gazing into his athwart the Juno--a conviction that this was
his 'dream'; so that what followed had seemed to him at once natural
and miraculous. Fleur! Her name alone was almost enough for one who was
terribly susceptible to the charm of words. In a homoeopathic Age, when
boys and girls were co-educated, and mixed up in early life till sex was
almost abolished, Jon was singularly old-fashioned. His modern school
took boys only, and his holidays had been spent at Robin Hill with boy