That furniture in the first-floor front had cost--Ellen had reminded him of the fact bitterly only yesterday--seventeen pounds nine shillings, and every single item had been a bargain.

It was too bad that she had only got ten pounds for it.
Yet he hadn't the heart to reproach her.
He did not speak as he looked across at her, and meeting that troubled, rebuking glance, she guessed what it was that he thought had happened.
"We've a new lodger!" she cried.

"And--and, Bunting?
He's quite the gentleman! He actually offered to pay four weeks in advance, at two guineas a week." "No, never!" Bunting moved quickly round the table, and together they stood there, fascinated by the little heap of gold.

"But there's ten sovereigns here," he said suddenly.
"Yes, the gentleman said I'd have to buy some things for him to-morrow.

And, oh, Bunting, he's so well spoken, I really felt that--I really felt that--" and then Mrs.Bunting, taking a step or two sideways, sat down, and throwing her little black apron over her face burst into gasping sobs.
Bunting patted her back timidly.