John Galsworthy,
The Man of Property — Chapter 7…
(1922)
“ Old Jolyon's furrowed face was reddening patchily, as old men's faces redden in the sun. He took one of Jolly's hands in his own; the boy climbed on to his knee; and little Holly, mesmerized by this sight, crept up to them; the sound of the dog Balthasar's scratching arose rhythmically.Suddenly young Mrs. Jolyon got up and hurried indoors. A minute later her husband muttered an excuse, and followed. Old Jolyon was left alone with his grandchildren.And Nature with her quaint irony began working in him one of her strange revolutions, following her cyclic laws into the depths of his heart. ”
