Suddenly he raised his dark eyes, and she felt them pierce the obscurity of her kitchen with a quick, suspicious, impatient penetration, which as they met hers gave way, however, to a look that she thought was gently reproachful.
Then he rose, stretched himself to his full height, and approaching the kitchen door leaned listlessly against the door-post.
"I don't suppose you are ever lonely here ?" "No, sir." "Of course not.

You have yourself and husband.

Nobody interferes with you.

You are contented and happy together." Mrs.Bunker did not say, what was the fact, that she had never before connected the sole companionship of her husband with her happiness.
Perhaps it had never occurred to her until that moment how little it had to do with it.

She only smiled gratefully at the change in her guest's abstraction.
"Do you often go to San Francisco ?" he continued.
"I have never been there at all.