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X. -- FLEUR 'S WEDDING XI . -- THE LAST OF THE OLD FORSYTES titlepage3 -LRB- 37K -RRB- '' src = frontis3 -LRB- 120K -RRB- '' src = THE FORSYTE SAGA -- VOLUME III . By John Galsworthy Through the massive skylight illuminating the hall at Robin Hill , the July sunlight at five o'clock fell just where the broad stairway turned ; and in that radiant streak little Jon Forsyte stood , blue-linen-suited . His hair was shining , and his eyes , from beneath a frown , for he was considering how to go downstairs , this last of innumerable times , before the car brought his father and mother home . Four at a time , and five at the bottom ? Stale !