He came forward, limping slightly.
"You ought to look better than this," she said.
"Oh, I'm all right now." The three stood at a loss.

She kept the two men hesitating near her.
"Shall we go to the lodging straight off," said Paul, "or somewhere else ?" "We may as well go home," said Dawes.
Paul walked on the outside of the pavement, then Dawes, then Clara.

They made polite conversation.

The sitting-room faced the sea, whose tide, grey and shaggy, hissed not far off.
Morel swung up the big arm-chair.
"Sit down, Jack," he said.
"I don't want that chair," said Dawes.
"Sit down!" Morel repeated.
Clara took off her things and laid them on the couch.

She had a slight air of resentment.