Neither spoke until they were in the high road again.

A strong wind was driving the rain-clouds to other regions and the thunder had ceased; there came a grey twilight; rows of lamps made a shimmering upon the wet ways.
'What sort of a house would you take ?' Louise asked suddenly.
'Oh, a decent enough house.

What kind do you want ?' 'Something like the Mumfords'.

It needn't be quite so large,' she added quickly; 'but a house with a garden, in a nice road, and in a respectable part.' 'That would suit me well enough,' answered Cobb cheerfully.

'You seem to think I want to drag you down, but you're very much mistaken.