Then she must pay--we both must pay! Folk are so frightened of paying; they'd rather starve and die." "Very well, my son.

We'll see how it will end." "Very well, my mother.

I'll abide by the end." "We'll see!" "And she's--she's AWFULLY nice, mother; she is really! You don't know!" "That's not the same as marrying her." "It's perhaps better." There was silence for a while.

He wanted to ask his mother something, but was afraid.
"Should you like to know her ?" He hesitated.
"Yes," said Mrs.Morel coolly.

"I should like to know what she's like." "But she's nice, mother, she is! And not a bit common!" "I never suggested she was." "But you seem to think she's--not as good as--She's better than ninety-nine folk out of a hundred, I tell you! She's BETTER, she is! She's fair, she's honest, she's straight! There isn't anything underhand or superior about her.