Mrs. Morel was sitting reading when he got home.
'You're late, she said, looking at him. His eyes were shining. his face seemed to glow.
"Yes, I've been down at Clifton Grove with Clara, She's she's awfully nice, mother. Would you like to know her?'
"Yes, said Mrs Morel coolly, I should like to know what she's like.
"You don't expect to like her. said Pat I'll bring her here on Sunday for tea. Shall I bring her?
"You please yourself said Mrs Morel, laughing.
Paul knew that he had won. He mentioned to Miriam that Clara was coming to tea on Sunday
I want my mother to meet her, he added.
Ah!" There was a silence.
I may call in before I go to the church service, Miriam said. "It's a long time since I saw Clara.