She would not ask as to Harry's whereabouts, but she missed his presence, and anger grew in her heart.

"He is with that girl," she thought, and she was sick with anxiety and inquietude.

The roast sirloin was done to the last perfect minute, and the Yorkshire pudding deliciously brown and light; the table was set without a flaw or a "forget," and the fire and light just as they should be.

There was no obvious outlet for her annoyance, and it took away her appetite and made her silent.
John tried various interesting public topics--topics she had been eager about; but every allusion to them at this hour was scornfully received.
Then he made a social effort.

"I met Miss Phyllis Broadbent today, mother," he said.
"Where did you meet her ?" "She was walking past the mill." "Waiting for you--and I'll warrant it." "I would not say that much, mother.