They stopped rather guiltily as she came in, but not before she had heard Chandler utter the words: "That don't mean nothing! I'll just run out and send another saying you won't come, Miss Daisy." And then the strangest smile came over Mrs.Bunting's face.

There had fallen on her ear the still distant, but unmistakable, shouts which betokened that something had happened last night--something which made it worth while for the newspaper-sellers to come crying down the Marylebone Road.
"Well ?" she said a little breathlessly.

"Well, Joe?
I suppose you've brought us news?
I suppose there's been another ?" He looked at her, surprised.

"No, that there hasn't, Mrs.Bunting -- not as far as I know, that is.

Oh, you're thinking of those newspaper chaps?
They've got to cry out something," he grinned.
"You wouldn't 'a thought folk was so bloodthirsty.