His attitude suggested aggrieved sulks or a severe headache.

The unsufficiency and uncandidness of his answer became painfully apparent in the dead silence of the room.

He snuffled apologetically, and added: "I've been to the bank." Mrs Verloc became attentive.
"You have!" she said dispassionately.

"What for ?" Mr Verloc mumbled, with his nose over the grate, and with marked unwillingness.
"Draw the money out!" "What do you mean?
All of it ?" "Yes.

All of it." Mrs Verloc spread out with care the scanty table-cloth, got two knives and two forks out of the table drawer, and suddenly stopped in her methodical proceedings.
"What did you do that for ?" "May want it soon," snuffled vaguely Mr Verloc, who was coming to the end of his calculated indiscretions.
"I don't know what you mean," remarked his wife in a tone perfectly casual, but standing stock still between the table and the cupboard.
"You know you can trust me," Mr Verloc remarked to the grate, with hoarse feeling.
Mrs Verloc turned slowly towards the cupboard, saying with deliberation: "Oh yes.