They hated each other in silence.
Clara Dawes had no children.

When she had left her husband the home had been broken up, and she had gone to live with her mother.

Dawes lodged with his sister.

In the same house was a sister-in-law, and somehow Paul knew that this girl, Louie Travers, was now Dawes's woman.

She was a handsome, insolent hussy, who mocked at the youth, and yet flushed if he walked along to the station with her as she went home.
The next time he went to see Miriam it was Saturday evening.