"I'll help you with the lodger.

It's your own fault you haven't had help with him before.

Of course, Daisy must come here.

Whatever other place could the girl go to ?" Bunting felt pugnacious--so cheerful as to be almost light-hearted.
But as he looked across at his wife his feeling of satisfaction vanished.

Ellen's face was pinched and drawn to-day; she looked ill -- ill and horribly tired.