I mean the other woman, what was taking her husband's breakfast to him in the warehouse.

She was far the most respectable-looking woman of the two," said Mrs.Bunting impatiently.
And then, seeing her husband's look of utter, blank astonishment, she felt a thrill of unreasoning terror.

She must have gone suddenly mad to have said what she did! Hurriedly she got up from her chair.
"There, now," she said; "here I am gossiping all about nothing when I ought to be seeing about the lodger's supper.

It was someone in the train talked to me about that person as thinks she saw The Avenger." Without waiting for an answer, she went into her bedroom, lit the gas, and shut the door.

A moment later she heard Bunting go out to buy the paper they had both forgotten during their dangerous discussion.
As she slowly, languidly took off her nice, warm coat and shawl, Mrs.Bunting found herself shivering.