For awhile no one stirred; then Bunting looked questioningly at his wife.
"Did you hear that ?" he said.

"I think, Ellen, that was the lodger's bell." She got up, without alacrity, and went upstairs.
"I rang," said Mr.Sleuth weakly, "to tell you I don't require any supper to-night, Mrs.Bunting.Only a glass of milk, with a lump of sugar in it.

That is all I require--nothing more.

I feel very very far from well"-- and he had a hunted, plaintive expression on his face.

"And then I thought your husband would like his paper back again, Mrs.Bunting." Mrs.Bunting, looking at him fixedly, with a sad intensity of gaze of which she was quite unconscious, answered, "Oh, no, sir! Bunting don't require that paper now.