His mother looked so small, and sallow, and done-for beside the luxuriant Clara.
"It's such a pretty day, mother!" he said.

"And we saw a jay." His mother looked at him; he had turned to her.

She thought what a man he seemed, in his dark, well-made clothes.

He was pale and detached-looking; it would be hard for any woman to keep him.

Her heart glowed; then she was sorry for Clara.
"Perhaps you'll leave your things in the parlour," said Mrs.Morel nicely to the young woman.
"Oh, thank you," she replied.
"Come on," said Paul, and he led the way into the little front room, with its old piano, its mahogany furniture, its yellowing marble mantelpiece.