e he had hated scenes
like poison, avoided rows, gone on his own way quietly and let others go
on theirs. But now--it seemed--at the very end of things, he had a scene
before him more painful than any he had avoided. He drew a visor down
over his emotion, and waited for his son to speak.

"Father," said Jon slowly, "Fleur and I are engaged."

'Exactly!' thought Jolyon, breathing with difficulty.

"I know that you and Mother don't like the idea. Fleur says that Mother
was engaged to her father before you married her. Of course I don't know
what happened, but it must be ages ago. I'm devoted to her, Dad, and she
says she is to me."

Jolyon uttered a queer sound, half laugh, half groan.

"You are nineteen, Jon, and I am seventy-two. How are we to understand
each other in a matter like this, eh?"

"You love Mother, Dad; you must know what we feel. It isn't fair to us
to let old things spoil our happiness, is it?"

Brought face to face with his confession, Jolyon resolved to do without
it if by any means he could. He laid his hand on the boy's arm.

"Look, Jon! I might put you off with talk about your both being too young
and not knowing your own minds, and all that, but you wouldn't listen,
besides, it doesn't meet the case--Youth, unfortunately, cures itself.
You talk lightly about 'old things like that,' knowing nothing--as you
say truly--of what happened. Now, have I ever given you reason to doubt
my love for you, or my word?"

At a less anxious moment he might have been amused by the conflict his
words aroused--the boy's eager clasp, to reassure him on these points,
the dread on his face of what that reassurance would bring forth; but he
could only feel grateful for the squeeze.

"Very well, you can believe what I tell you. If you don't give up this
love affair, you will make Mother wretched to the end of her days.
Believe me, my dear, the past, whatever it was, can't be buried--it can't
indeed."

Jon got off the arm of the chair.

'The girl'--thought Jolyon--'there she goes--starting up before him
--life itself--eager, pretty, loving!'

"I can't, Father; how can I--just because you say that? Of course, I
can't!"

"Jon, if you knew the story you would give this up without hesitation;
you would have to! Can't you believe me?"

"How can you tell what I should think? Father, I love her better than
anything in the world."

Jolyon's face twitched, and he said with painful slowness:

"Better