John Galsworthy The Forsyte Saga - Complete

Difficult to believe it was so long ago; he felt young still! Of all his thoughts, as he stood there counting his cigars, this was the most poignant, the most bitter. With his white head and his loneliness he had remained young and green at heart. And those Sunday afternoons on Hampstead Heath, when young Jolyon and he went for a stretch along the Spaniard's Road to Highgate, to Child's Hill, and back over the Heath again to dine at Jack Straw's Castle--how delicious his cigars were then! And such weather! There was no weather now.

the twenty-third of May," said Fleur; "on the ninth of July I shall be in front of the 'Bacchus and Ariadne'

We'll soon take that down. D'you play, Mr. Mont?"
"I hit the ball about, sir."