The room was warm and full of the scent of hot linen.

Later on the clergyman came and talked softly with her.
Paul was laid up with an attack of bronchitis.

He did not mind much.
What happened happened, and it was no good kicking against the pricks.
He loved the evenings, after eight o'clock, when the light was put out, and he could watch the fire-flames spring over the darkness of the walls and ceiling; could watch huge shadows waving and tossing, till the room seemed full of men who battled silently.
On retiring to bed, the father would come into the sickroom.

He was always very gentle if anyone were ill.

But he disturbed the atmosphere for the boy.
"Are ter asleep, my darlin' ?" Morel asked softly.
"No; is my mother comin' ?" "She's just finishin' foldin' the clothes.