And the aesthetic spirit, moving hand in hand with his Forsyte sense of possessive continuity, dwelt with pride and pleasure on his ownership thereof.

There was the smack of reverence and ancestor-worship (if only for one ancestor) in his desire to hand this house down to his son and his son's son.

His father had loved the house, had loved the view, the grounds, that tree; his last years had been happy there, and no one had lived there before him.

These last eleven years at Robin Hill had formed in Jolyon's life as a painter, the important period of success.

He was now in the very van of water-colour art, hanging on the line everywhere.
His drawings fetched high prices.