'All black, and I believe it's half a Persian.

Just the very thing I wanted.' While Frankie amused himself playing with the kitten, which had been provided with another saucer of bread and milk, Owen went into the bedroom to put on the dry clothes, and then, those that he had taken off having been placed with his boots near the fire to dry, he explained as they were taking tea the reason of his late homecoming.
'I'm afraid he won't find it very easy to get another job,' he remarked, referring to Linden.

'Even in the summer nobody will be inclined to take him on.

He's too old.' 'It's a dreadful prospect for the two children,' answered his wife.
'Yes,' replied Owen bitterly.

'It's the children who will suffer most.
As for Linden and his wife, although of course one can't help feeling sorry for them, at the same time there's no getting away from the fact that they deserve to suffer.