But what was a little snub compared with the intense relief and joy of going down and telling Bunting of the great piece of good fortune which had fallen their way?
Staid Mrs.Bunting seemed to make but one leap down the steep stairs.
In the hall, however, she pulled herself together, and tried to still her agitation.She had always disliked and despised any show of emotion; she called such betrayal of feeling "making a fuss."Opening the door of their sitting-room, she stood for a moment looking at her husband's bent back, and she realised, with a pang of pain, how the last few weeks had aged him.
Bunting suddenly looked round, and, seeing his wife, stood up.He put the paper he had been holding down on to the table: "Well," he said, "well, who was it, then?"He felt rather ashamed of himself; it was he who ought to have answered the door and done all that parleying of which he had heard murmurs.
And then in a moment his wife's hand shot out, and the ten sovereigns fell in a little clinking heap on the table.
"Look there!" she whispered, with an excited, tearful quiver in her voice."Look there, Bunting!"And Bunting did look there, but with a troubled, frowning gaze.
He was not quick-witted, but at once he jumped to the conclusion that his wile had just had in a furniture dealer, and that this ten pounds represented all their nice furniture upstairs.If that were so, then it was the beginning of the end.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."Ellen?" he said, much moved by her agitation, "Ellen? Don't take on so, my dear - ""I won't," she sobbed, "I - I won't! I'm a fool - I know I am!
But, oh, I didn't think we was ever going to have any luck again!"And then she told him - or rather tried to tell him - what the lodger was like.Mrs.Bunting was no hand at talking, but one thing she did impress on her husband's mind, namely, that Mr.Sleuth was eccentric, as so many clever people are eccentric - that is, in a harmless way - and that he must be humoured.
"He says he doesn't want to be waited on much," she said at last wiping her eyes, "but I can see he will want a good bit of looking after, all the same, poor gentleman."And just as the words left her mouth there came the unfamiliar sound of a loud ring.It was that of the drawing-room bell being pulled again and again.
Bunting looked at his wife eagerly."I think I'd better go up, eh, Ellen?" he said.He felt quite anxious to see their new lodger.
For the matter of that, it would be a relief to be doing something again.
"Yes," she answered, "you go up! Don't keep him waiting! I wonder what it is he wants? I said I'd let him know when his supper was ready."A moment later Bunting came down again.There was an odd smile on his face."Whatever d'you think he wanted?" he whispered mysteriously.And as she said nothing, he went on, "He's asked me for the loan of a Bible!""Well, I don't see anything so out of the way in that," she said hastily, "'specially if he don't fell well.I'll take it up to him."And then going to a small table which stood between the two windows, Mrs.Bunting took off it a large Bible, which had been given to her as a wedding present by a married lady with whose mother she had lived for several years.
"He said it would do quite well when you take up his supper," said Bunting; and, then, "Ellen? He's a queer-looking cove - not like any gentleman I ever had to do with.""He is a gentleman," said Mrs.Bunting rather fiercely.
"Oh, yes, that's all right." But still he looked at her doubtfully.
"I asked him if he'd like me to just put away his clothes.But, Ellen, he said he hadn't got any clothes!""No more he hasn't;" she spoke quickly, defensively."He had the misfortune to lose his luggage.He's one dishonest folk 'ud take advantage of.""Yes, one can see that with half an eye," Buntlng agreed.
And then there was silence for a few moments, while Mrs.Bunting put down on a little bit of paper the things she wanted her husband to go out and buy for her.She handed him the list, together with a sovereign."Be as quick as you can," she said, "for I feel a bit hungry.I'll be going down now to see about Mr.Sleuth's supper.
He only wants a glass of milk and two eggs.I'm glad I've never fallen to bad eggs!""Sleuth," echoed Bunting, staring at her."What a queer name!
How d'you spell it - S-l-u-t-h?"
"No," she shot out, "S-l-e - u - t - h."
"Oh,'' he said doubtfully.
"He said, 'Think of a hound and you'll never forget my name,'"and Mrs.Bunting smiled.
When he got to the door, Bunting turned round: "We'll now be able to pay young Chandler back some o' that thirty shillings.I am glad." She nodded; her heart, as the saying is, too full for words.
And then each went about his and her business - Bunting out into the drenching fog, his wife down to her cold kitchen.
The lodger's tray was soon ready; everything upon it nicely and daintily arranged.Mrs.Bunting knew how to wait upon a gentleman.
