There was a dress he could hire, which one of his friends had had, and which fitted him perfectly.

The Highland suit came home.

Mrs.Morel received it coldly and would not unpack it.
"My suit come ?" cried William.
"There's a parcel in the front room." He rushed in and cut the string.
"How do you fancy your son in this!" he said, enraptured, showing her the suit.
"You know I don't want to fancy you in it." On the evening of the dance, when he had come home to dress, Mrs.Morel put on her coat and bonnet.
"Aren't you going to stop and see me, mother ?" he asked.
"No; I don't want to see you," she replied.
She was rather pale, and her face was closed and hard.

She was afraid of her son's going the same way as his father.

He hesitated a moment, and his heart stood still with anxiety.