But Sam was not looking round him then, and drove on in a reverie. Her lameness became more confirmed as time went on, and she seldom or never left the house in the long southern thoroughfare, where she seemed to be pining her heart away. He is given the best education in a prestigious school and he always corrects the grammatical mistakes of his poor mother who has not totally transformed into a lady.
She had hardly thought of that. She accepts in principle, even though by doing so she would lose the home and the living Twycott has provided for her.
When everything had been done that could be done, and the death was announced, she had gone out in the dusk to visit her parents, who were living in the same village, to tell them the sad news. The bright idea occurred to her that she could casually broach the subject while moving round among the spectators, when the boy's spirits were high with interest in the game, and he would weigh domestic matters as feathers in the scale beside the day's victory.
Loneliness is all what she gets in the city. But you must wait a while, and let me think. Before Randolph left her that summer a letter arrived from Sam to inform her that he had been unexpectedly fortunate in obtaining the shop. Her great grief in this relation was that her only child, on whose education no expense had been and would be spared, was now old enough to perceive these deficiencies in his mother, and not only to see them but to feel irritated at their existence.
When did these market-gardeners, who travelled up to town so regularly at one or two in the morning, come back? Not in one of these wretched holes!
She was generally believed to be a woman with a story—an innocent one, but a story of some sort or other.
After four years of pining and pain, Sophy dies and her funeral proceeds to her village Gaymead in the presence of her son and Sam.