It was just a passing annoyance--nothing more!" She waited a moment.

How strange that Mr.Sleuth said nothing of the hoarse cries which had made of the road outside a perfect Bedlam every hour or two throughout that day.

But no, Mr.Sleuth made no allusion to what might well have disturbed any quiet gentleman at his reading.
"I thought maybe you'd like to have supper a little earlier to-night, sir ?" "Just when you like, Mrs.Bunting--just when it's convenient.

I do not wish to put you out in any way." She felt herself dismissed, and going out quietly, closed the door.
As she did so, she heard the front door banging to.

She sighed -- Joe Chandler was really a very noisy young fellow..