How quietly, how uneventfully, how pleasantly, sped the next few days.

Already life was settling down into a groove.

Waiting on Mr.Sleuth was just what Mrs.Bunting could manage to do easily, and without tiring herself.
It had at once become clear that the lodger preferred to be waited on only by one person, and that person his landlady.

He gave her very little trouble.

Indeed, it did her good having to wait on the lodger; it even did her good that he was not like other gentlemen; for the fact occupied her mind, and in a way it amused her.