She brightened at sight of the visitor, and her eyes continued to rest on his face with quiet satisfaction.
One of Kate's children was playing on the floor.

The mother caught it up irritably, and began lamenting the necessity of washing its dirty little hands and face before packing it off to bed.

In a minute or two she went up stairs to discharge these duties.

Between her and Richard there was never much exchange of words.
'How are you feeling, Jane ?' Mutimer inquired, taking a seat opposite her.
'Better--oh, very much better! The cough hasn't been not near so troublesome these last nights.' 'Mind you don't do too much work.

You ought to have put your sewing aside by now.' 'Oh, this is only a bit of my own.