Who had given her those clothes?
But feeling that it was sordid to pursue this thought, they looked away, and, eating hastily, began pursuing it.

Being man and woman, they naturally took a different line of chase, Cecilia hunting in one grove and Stephen in another.
Thus ran Stephen's pack of meditations: 'If old Hilary has been giving her money and clothes and that sort of thing, he's either a greater duffer than I took him for, or there's something in it.

B.'s got herself to thank, but that won't help to keep Hughs quiet.

He wants money, I expect.

Oh, damn!' Cecilia's pack ran other ways: 'I know the girl can't have bought those things out of her proper earnings.