And she seems straight, you know--not a bit deep, not a bit." "But she's a good deal older than you." "She's thirty, I'm going on twenty-three." "You haven't told me what you like her for." "Because I don't know--a sort of defiant way she's got--a sort of angry way." Mrs.Morel considered.

She would have been glad now for her son to fall in love with some woman who would--she did not know what.

But he fretted so, got so furious suddenly, and again was melancholic.

She wished he knew some nice woman--She did not know what she wished, but left it vague.

At any rate, she was not hostile to the idea of Clara.
Annie, too, was getting married.