John Galsworthy

The Silver Spoon John Galsworthy

The first of February, 1924, Jon Forsyte, convalescing from the 'flu, was sitting in the lounge of an hotel at Camden, South Carolina, with his bright hair slowly rising on his scalp. He was reading about a lynching. A voice behind him said: "Will you join our picnic over at those old-time mounds to-day?"Looking up, he saw a young acquaintance called Francis Wilmot, who came from further south."Very glad to. Who's going?""Why, just Mr. and Mrs. Pulmore Hurrison, and that English novelist, Gurdon Minho, and the Blair girls and their friends, and my sister Anne and I. You could ride over horseback, if you want exercise.