They were all silent.

Going down the path they could see the light of home right across, and on the ridge of the hill a thin dark outline with little lights, where the colliery village touched the sky.
"It has been nice, hasn't it ?" he asked.
Miriam murmured assent.

Clara was silent.
"Don't you think so ?" he persisted.
But she walked with her head up, and still did not answer.

He could tell by the way she moved, as if she didn't care, that she suffered.
At this time Paul took his mother to Lincoln.

She was bright and enthusiastic as ever, but as he sat opposite her in the railway carriage, she seemed to look frail.