That's what's given me such bad nights, I expect." "I shouldn't have thought," Craven answered slowly, "that anything ever upset you; I shouldn't have thought you had any nerves.

And, in any case, I didn't know you had thought twice about the Carfax business." Olva turned on the electric light.

At the same moment there was a loud knock on the door.
Craven opened it, showing in the doorway a pale and flustered Bunning.
Craven looked at him with a surprised stare, and then, calling out good-bye to Olva, walked off.
Bunning stood hesitating, his great spectacles shining owl-like in the light.
Dune didn't want him.

He was, he reflected as he looked at him, the very last person whom he did want.

And then Bunning had most irritating habits.