And generally he cares for music." "I'm afraid"-- their eyes met and Olva held hers until he had finished his sentence--"I'm afraid that it must seem a little lonely and gloomy for you here--in this house--after your years abroad." She looked away from him into the fire.
"Yes," she said, speaking with sudden intensity.

"I hate it.

I have hated it always--this house, Cambridge, the life we lead here.

I love my mother, but since I have been abroad something has happened to change her.

There is no confidence between us now.