"I believe Eve enjoyed it, when she went cowering out of Paradise." But there was a certain glow and quietness about her that made him glad.
When he was alone in the railway-carriage, he found himself tumultuously happy, and the people exceedingly nice, and the night lovely, and everything good.
Mrs.Morel was sitting reading when he got home.

Her health was not good now, and there had come that ivory pallor into her face which he never noticed, and which afterwards he never forgot.

She did not mention her own ill-health to him.

After all, she thought, it was not much.
"You are late!" she said, looking at him.
His eyes were shining; his face seemed to glow.

He smiled to her.
"Yes; I've been down Clifton Grove with Clara." His mother looked at him again.
"But won't people talk ?" she said.
"Why?
They know she's a suffragette, and so on.