And don't ever borrow, except from me, will you ?" And Jolly had said: "All right, Dad, I won't," and he never had.
"And there's just one other thing.

I don't know much about morality and that, but there is this: It's always worth while before you do anything to consider whether it's going to hurt another person more than is absolutely necessary." Jolly had looked thoughtful, and nodded, and presently had squeezed his father's hand.

And Jolyon had thought: 'I wonder if I had the right to say that ?' He always had a sort of dread of losing the dumb confidence they had in each other; remembering how for long years he had lost his own father's, so that there had been nothing between them but love at a great distance.

He under-estimated, no doubt, the change in the spirit of the age since he himself went up to Cambridge in '65; and perhaps he underestimated, too, his boy's power of understanding that he was tolerant to the very bone.

It was that tolerance of his, and possibly his scepticism, which ever made his relations towards June so queerly defensive.