The strong emotion that Dawes aroused in him, repressed, made him shiver.
He did not tell his mother, but next day he spoke to Clara about this interview.

It was in the dinner-hour.

The two did not often go out together now, but this day he asked her to go with him to the Castle grounds.

There they sat while the scarlet geraniums and the yellow calceolarias blazed in the sunlight.

She was now always rather protective, and rather resentful towards him.
"Did you know Baxter was in Sheffield Hospital with typhoid ?" he asked.
She looked at him with startled grey eyes, and her face went pale.
"No," she said, frightened.
"He's getting better.