But this isn't Sunday talk.

Youngster rather obstreperous this morning.' Adela had no desire to question further: she let her brother pass on, and continued her own walk at a more moderate pace.
Alfred's words put her in mind of considerations to which in her excitement she had given no thought.

New Wanley was no longer her husband's property, and the great Socialist undertaking must come to an end.

In spite of her personal feeling, she could not view with indifference the failure of an attempt which she had trained herself to regard as nobly planned, and full of importance to the world at large.
Though she no longer saw Mutimer's character in the same light as when first she bent her nature to his direction, she still would have attributed to him a higher grief than the merely self-regarding; she had never suspected him of insincerity in his public zeal.

Mutimer had been scrupulous to avoid any utterance which might betray half-heartedness; in his sullen fits of late he had even made it a reproach against her that she cared little for his own deepest interests.