But what's the use of talking about all that?
You aren't ever hungry." She cast a swift glance at the boy, like a young man, by her side.

She saw him amiable, attractive, affectionate, and only a little, a very little, peculiar.

And she could not see him otherwise, for he was connected with what there was of the salt of passion in her tasteless life--the passion of indignation, of courage, of pity, and even of self-sacrifice.

She did not add: "And you aren't likely ever to be as long as I live." But she might very well have done so, since she had taken effectual steps to that end.

Mr Verloc was a very good husband.
It was her honest impression that nobody could help liking the boy.