The family life withdrew, shrank away, and became hushed as he entered.

But he cared no longer about his alienation.
Immediately he had finished tea he rose with alacrity to go out.

It was this alacrity, this haste to be gone, which so sickened Mrs.Morel.

As she heard him sousing heartily in cold water, heard the eager scratch of the steel comb on the side of the bowl, as he wetted his hair, she closed her eyes in disgust.

As he bent over, lacing his boots, there was a certain vulgar gusto in his movement that divided him from the reserved, watchful rest of the family.