You see, it was her birthday party, Ellen, and she'd come into a nice bit of money, and she gave each of us waiters a sovereign." Mrs.Bunting made no comment.

Instead, she lay back and closed her eyes.
"What time d'you expect Daisy ?" she asked languidly.

"You didn't say what time Joe was going to fetch her, when we was talking about it yesterday." "Didn't I?
Well, I expect they'll be in to dinner." "I wonder, how long that old aunt of hers expects us to keep her ?" said Mrs.Bunting thoughtfully.

All the cheer died out of Bunting's round face.

He became sullen and angry.