He hated her.
When they were going away, Mrs.Morel accompanied them as far as Nottingham.

It was a long way to Keston station.
"You know, mother," he said to her, "Gyp's shallow.

Nothing goes deep with her." "William, I WISH you wouldn't say these things," said Mrs.Morel, very uncomfortable for the girl who walked beside her.
"But it doesn't, mother.

She's very much in love with me now, but if I died she'd have forgotten me in three months." Mrs.Morel was afraid.

Her heart beat furiously, hearing the quiet bitterness of her son's last speech.
"How do you know ?" she replied.