Sunshine had been plentiful and hot this summer.

As with trees, so with men's lives! 'I ought to live long,' thought Jolyon; 'I'm getting mildewed for want of heat.

If I can't work, I shall be off to Paris.' But memory of Paris gave him no pleasure.

Besides, how could he go?
He must stay and see what Soames was going to do.

'I'm her trustee.
I can't leave her unprotected,' he thought.