Van Gogh Painting

Van Gogh Painting
Bunting laid the paper he had been reading down on his knee. "I can't think why he wanted to go out in such weather," he said impatiently.
"Well, it's none of your business, Bunting, now, is it?"
"No, that's true enough. Still, 'twould be a very bad thing for us if anything happened to him. This lodger's the first bit of luck we've had for a terrible long time, Ellen."
Van Gogh Painting
Mrs. Bunting moved a little impatiently in her high chair. She remained silent for a moment. What Bunting had said was too obvious to be worth answering. Also she was listening, following in imagination her lodger's quick, singularity quiet progress - "stealthy" she called it to herself - through the fog-filled, lamp-lit hall. Yes, now he was going up the staircase. What was that Bunting was saying ?
Van Gogh Painting