But, of course, I shall pay you something for the use of the stove, Mrs.Bunting." "Oh, no, sir, I wouldn't think of charging you anything for that.
We don't use our stove very much, you know, sir.

I'm never in the kitchen a minute longer than I can help this cold weather." Mrs.Bunting was beginning to feel better.

When she was actually in Mr.Sleuth's presence her morbid fears would be lulled, perhaps because his manner almost invariably was gentle and very quiet.
But still there came over her an eerie feeling, as, with him preceding her, they made a slow progress to the ground floor.
Once there, the lodger courteously bade his landlady good-night, and proceeded upstairs to his own apartments.
Mrs.Bunting returned to the kitchen.

Again she lighted the stove; but she felt unnerved, afraid of she knew not what.

As she was cooking the cheese, she tried to concentrate her mind on what she was doing, and on the whole she succeeded.