Now for a fair copy, and in a hand, mind you, that gave no hint of his care for caligraphic seemliness: bold, forthright.
The letter in his pocket, he went downstairs.

His mother had been out all the morning; now she was just returned, and Godwin saw trouble on her forehead.

Anxiously she inquired concerning the result of his interview.
Now that it was necessary to make an intelligible report of what had happened, Godwin found his tongue falter.

How could he convey to another the intangible sense of wounded dignity which had impelled his pen?
Instead of producing the letter with a flourish, he answered with affected carelessness: 'I am to hear in a day or two.' 'Did she seem to take it--in the right way ?' 'She evidently thinks of me too much as a schoolboy.' And he began to pace the room.

Mrs.Peak sat still, with an air of anxious brooding.
'You don't think she will refuse, Godwin ?' fell from her presently.
His hand closed on the letter.
'Why?
Well, in that case I should go to London and find some occupation as soon as possible.