-partlyoriginalsin，butpartlytheresultofhisearlyimmorality——ofthemoralattitude。Themosthecouldeverhavesaidtohissonwouldhavebeen：”Lookhere，oldman；don’tforgetyou’reagentleman，”andthenhavewonderedwhimsicallywhetherthatwasnotasnobbishsentiment。Thegreatcricketmatchwasperhapsthemostsearchingandawkwardtimetheyannuallywentthroughtogether，forJolyonhadbeenatEton。Theywouldbeparticularlycarefulduringthatmatch，continuallysaying：”Hooray！Oh！hardluck，oldman！”or”Hooray！Oh！badluck，Dad！”
toeachother，whensomedisasteratwhichtheirheartsboundedhappenedtotheopposingschool。AndJolyonwouldwearagreytophat，insteadofhisusualsoftone，tosavehisson’sfeelings，forablacktophathecouldnotstomach。WhenJollywentuptoOxford，Jolyonwentupwithhim，amused，humble，andalittleanxiousnottodiscredithisboyamongstalltheseyouthswhoseemedsomuchmoreassuredandoldthanhimself。Heoftenthought，’GladI’mapainter’forhehadlongdroppedunder-writingatLloyds——’it’ssoinnocuous。Youcan’tlookdownonapainter——
youcan’ttakehimseriouslyenough。’ForJolly，whohadasortofnaturallordliness，hadpassedatonceintoaverysmallset，whosecretlyamusedhisfather。Theboyhadfairhairwhichcurledalittle，andhisgrandfather’sdeepsetiron-greyeyes。Hewaswell-builtandveryupright，andalwayspleasedJolyon’saestheticsense，sothathewasatinybitafraidofhim，asartistseverareofthoseoftheirownsexwhomtheyadmirephysically。Onthatoccasion，however，heactuallydidscrewuphiscouragetogivehissonadvice，andthiswasit：”Lookhere，oldman，you’reboundtogetintodebt；mindyoucometomeatonce。Ofcourse，I’llalwayspaythem。Butyoumightrememberthatonerespectsoneselfmoreafterwardsifonepaysone’sownway。Anddon’teverborrow，exceptfromme，willyou?”
AndJollyhadsaid：”Allright，Dad，Iwon’t，”andheneverhad。”Andthere’sjustoneotherthing。Idon’tknowmuchaboutmoralityandthat，butthereisthis：It’salwaysworthwhilebeforeyoudoanythingtoconsiderwhetherit’sgoingtohurtanotherpersonmorethanisabsolutelynecessary。”
Jollyhadlookedthoughtful，andnodded，andpresentlyhadsqueezedhisfather’shand。AndJolyonhadthought：’IwonderifIhadtherighttosaythat?’Healwayshadasortofdreadoflosingthedumbconfidencetheyhadineachother；rememberinghowforlongyearshehadlosthisownfather’s，sothattherehadbeennothingbetweenthembutloveatagreatdistance。Heunder-estimated，nodoubt，thechangeinthespiritoftheagesincehehimselfwentuptoCambridgein’65；andperhapsheunderestimated，too，hisboy’spowerofunderstandingthathewastoleranttotheverybone。Itwasthattoleranceofhis，andpossiblyhisscepticism，whichevermadehisrelationstowardsJunesoqueerlydefensive。Shewassuchadecidedmortal；knewherownmindsoterriblywell；wantedthingssoinexorablyuntilshegotthem——andthen，indeed，oftendroppedthemlikeahotpotato。Hermotherhadbeenlikethat，whencehadcomeallthosetears。NotthathisincompatibilitywithhisdaughterwasanythinglikewhatithadbeenwiththefirstMrs。