He hated her, for she seemed in some way to make him despise himself.

Looking ahead--he saw the one light in the darkness, the window of their lamp-lit cottage.
He loved to think of his mother, and the other jolly people.
"Well, everybody else has been in long ago!" said his mother as they entered.
"What does that matter!" he cried irritably.

"I can go a walk if I like, can't I ?" "And I should have thought you could get in to supper with the rest," said Mrs.Morel.
"I shall please myself," he retorted.

"It's not LATE.

I shall do as I like." "Very well," said his mother cuttingly, "then DO as you like." And she took no further notice of him that evening.