I used to positively envy the butler in that Balham Mystery!" Again a look passed between Daisy and the young man--it was a look which contained and carried a great many things backwards and forwards, such as--"Now, isn't it funny that your father should want to go to such a place?
But still, I can't help it if he does want to go, so we must put up with his company, though it would have been much nicer for us to go just by our two selves." And then Daisy's look answered quite as plainly, though perhaps Joe didn't read her glance quite as clearly as she had read his: "Yes, it is tiresome.

But father means well; and 'twill be very pleasant going there, even if he does come too." "Well, what d'you say to the day after to-morrow, Mr.Bunting?
I'd call for you here about--shall we say half-past two ?--and just take you and Miss Daisy down to the Yard.

'Twouldn't take very long; we could go all the way by bus, right down to Westminster Bridge." He looked round at his hostess: "Wouldn't you join us, Mrs.Bunting?
'Tis truly a wonderful interesting place." But his hostess shook her head decidedly.

"'Twould turn me sick," she exclaimed, "to see the bottle of poison what had done away with the life of some poor creature! "And as for knives--!" a look of real horror, of startled fear, crept over her pale face.
"There, there!" said Bunting hastily.

"Live and let live--that's what I always say.