She flushed, but gave no response.
"Don't you want to come home ?" he asked.
"Yes, I want to come," she replied.
It did not occur to him that her position in his home would be rather a peculiar and difficult one.

To him it seemed just as if one of his men friends were going to be introduced to his mother, only nicer.
The Morels lived in a house in an ugly street that ran down a steep hill.

The street itself was hideous.

The house was rather superior to most.

It was old, grimy, with a big bay window, and it was semi-detached; but it looked gloomy.