Mr.Sleuth slept soundly, or, at any rate, he made no sign of being awake; and though Mrs.Bunting often, stopped to listen, while she was doing her room, there came no sounds at all from overhead.
Scarcely aware that it was so, both Bunting and his wife felt more cheerful than they had done for a long time.

They had quite a pleasant little chat when Mrs.Bunting came and sat down for a bit, before going down to prepare Mr.Sleuth's breakfast.
"Daisy will be surprised to see you--not to say disappointed!" she observed, and she could not help laughing a little to herself at the thought.

And when, at eleven, Bunting got up to go, she made him stay on a little longer.

"There's no such great hurry as that," she said good-temperedly.

"It'll do quite well if you're there by half-past twelve.