There was something uncanny about such resolution in this the oldest living Forsyte.
"Where's Timothy ?" said James.

"He ought to pay attention to this." Aunt Juley said she didn't know; Timothy had not said much at lunch to-day.

Aunt Hester rose and threaded her way out of the room, and Francie said rather maliciously: "The Boers are a hard nut to crack, Uncle James." "H'm!" muttered James.

"Where do you get your information?
Nobody tells me." Young Nicholas remarked in his mild voice that Nick (his eldest) was now going to drill regularly.
"Ah!" muttered James, and stared before him--his thoughts were on Val.
"He's got to look after his mother," he said, "he's got no time for drilling and that, with that father of his." This cryptic saying produced silence, until he spoke again.
"What did June want here ?" And his eyes rested with suspicion on all of them in turn.

"Her father's a rich man now." The conversation turned on Jolyon, and when he had been seen last.