By and by he dimly made out Geary's figure in the doorway.
"Those people have taken the house," he called out, "and I promised them you would be through with it by this evening.

So you want to stay with it now till you're finished.

I guess there's not much more to do.

Don't forget the little garden in front." "No; I won't forget!" Geary went away, and for another hour Vandover kept at his work, stolidly, his mind empty of all thought, knowing only that he was very tired, that his back pained him.

He finished with the basement, but as he was pottering about the little garden, picking up the discoloured newspapers with which it was littered, the burnisher's wife returned, together with her sister and the little boy; the little boy eating a slice of bread and butter.