But she was too poor, and her orders were too meagre, so that she had not the courage to insist on her rights just then.

They waited and waited.
"Should we go, mother ?" he said.
Then Mrs.Morel stood up.

The girl was passing near.
"Will you bring one currant tart ?" said Mrs.Morel clearly.
The girl looked round insolently.
"Directly," she said.
"We have waited quite long enough," said Mrs.Morel.
In a moment the girl came back with the tart.

Mrs.Morel asked coldly for the bill.

Paul wanted to sink through the floor.