原版英文小说　Awakening & To Let
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!