He knew SHE, at any rate, was of his mind.

He played on.
At last Mrs.Radford roused herself stiffly, and said: "Isn't it nigh on time you two was thinking o' bed ?" Paul played on without answering.

He hated her sufficiently to murder her.
"Half a minute," he said.
The elder woman rose and sailed stubbornly into the scullery, returning with his candle, which she put on the mantelpiece.

Then she sat down again.

The hatred of her went so hot down his veins, he dropped his cards.
"We'll stop, then," he said, but his voice was still a challenge.
Clara saw his mouth shut hard.