In the present instance, however, nothing of the kind was to be feared; his mother smiled very graciously.
'I'm glad you thought of it,' she said.

'It would have been very lonely for him in his lodgings.' Neither of the two happened to be regarding Adela, or they would have seen a look of dismay flit across her countenance and pass into one of annoyance.

When the talk had gone on for a few minutes Adela interposed a question.
'Will Mr.Mutimer stay for tea also, do you think, Alfred ?' 'Oh, of course; why shouldn't he ?' It is the country habit; Adela might have known what answer she would receive.

She got out of the difficulty by means of a little disingenuousness.
'He won't want us to talk about Socialism all the time, will he ?' 'Of course not, my dear,' replied Mrs.Waltham.

'Why, it will be Sunday.' 4 Alfred shouted in mirthful scorn.
'Well, that's one of the finest things I've heard for a long time, mother! It'll be Sunday, and _therefore_ we are not to talk about improving the lot of the human race.