You're going by train, ain't you?
Not by bus, eh?
It's a very long way to Ealing, you know." "There you go! Breaking your solemn promise to me the very first minute!" But somehow she did not speak unkindly, only fretfully and sadly.
And Bunting hung his head.

"Why, to be sure I'd gone and clean forgot the lodger! But will you be all right, Ellen?
Why not wait till to-morrow, and take Daisy with you ?" "I like doing my own business in my own way, and not in someone else's way!" she snapped out; and then more gently, for Bunting really looked concerned, and she did feel very far from well, "I'll be all right, old man.

Don't you worry about me!" As she turned to go across to the door, she drew the black shawl she had put over her long jacket more closely round her.
She felt ashamed, deeply ashamed, of deceiving so kind a husband.
And yet, what could she do?
How could she share her dreadful burden with poor Bunting?
Why, 'twould be enough to make a man go daft.
Even she often felt as if she could stand it no longer--as if she would give the world to tell someone--anyone--what it was that she suspected, what deep in her heart she so feared to be the truth.
But, unknown to herself, the fresh outside air, fog-laden though it was, soon began to do her good.

She had gone out far too little the last few days, for she had had a nervous terror of leaving the house unprotected, as also a great unwillingness to allow Bunting to come into contact with the lodger.
When she reached the Underground station she stopped short.

There were two ways of getting to St.Pancras--she could go by bus, or she could go by train.