If it never had been much, there was no need to make a fuss that it was ended.
He left her at the lane-end.

As she went home, solitary, in her new frock, having her people to face at the other end, he stood still with shame and pain in the highroad, thinking of the suffering he caused her.
In the reaction towards restoring his self-esteem, he went into the Willow Tree for a drink.

There were four girls who had been out for the day, drinking a modest glass of port.

They had some chocolates on the table.

Paul sat near with his whisky.