I should have thought both of you must have seen enough of young Chandler for one day.

I wonder when that young chap does his work--that I do! He never seems too busy to come and waste an hour or two here." But that was the only nasty thing Ellen said all that evening.

And even Daisy noticed that her stepmother seemed dazed and unlike herself.

She went about her cooking and the various little things she had to do even more silently than was her wont.
Yet under that still, almost sullen, manner, how fierce was the storm of dread, of sombre anguish, and, yes, of sick suspense, which shook her soul, and which so far affected her poor, ailing body that often she felt as if she could not force herself to accomplish her simple round of daily work.
After they had finished supper Bunting went out and bought a penny evening paper, but as he came in he announced, with a rather rueful smile, that he had read so much of that nasty little print this last week or two that his eyes hurt him.
"Let me read aloud a bit to you, father," said Daisy eagerly, and he handed her the paper.
Scarcely had Daisy opened her lips when a loud ring and a knock echoed through the house..