"I'm glad to hear you speak well of them.

They do their best, Mrs.Bunting.Being human they are liable to err, but I assure you they do their best." "That I'm sure they do, sir"-- she spoke heartily, sincerely.
Doctors had always treated her most kindly, and even generously.
And then, having laid the cloth, and put the lodger's one hot dish upon it, she went towards the door.

"Wouldn't you like me to bring up another scuttleful of coals, sir?
it's bitterly cold--getting colder every minute.

A fearful night to have to go out in--" she looked at him deprecatingly.
And then Mr.Sleuth did something which startled her very much.
Pushing his chair back, he jumped up and drew himself to his full height.
"What d'you mean ?" he stammered.

"Why did you say that, Mrs.
Bunting ?" She stared at him, fascinated, affrighted.