Then he began putting these down in a row on the bare wooden table which stood in the centre of the room.

"Here's five--six--seven--eight--nine -- ten pounds.

You'd better keep the odd change, Mrs.Bunting, for I shall want you to do some shopping for me to-morrow morning.
I met with a misfortune to-day." But the new lodger did not speak as if his misfortune, whatever it was, weighed on his spirits.
"Indeed, sir.

I'm sorry to hear that." Mrs.Bunting's heart was going thump--thump--thump.

She felt extraordinarily moved, dizzy with relief and joy.
"Yes, a very great misfortune! I lost my luggage, the few things I managed to bring away with me." His voice dropped suddenly.