But she had resumed her sewing; her fingers were not quite steady, that was all.
He left the money on the table and went to Emily in the sitting-room.
She was sitting at the table waiting for him with her kindly eyes.
'And what has the wise woman been doing all day ?' he asked, trying in vain to overcome that terrible fluttering at his side which caught his breath and made him feel weak.
They talked for some minutes, then footsteps were heard approaching from the kitchen.

Mrs.Hood entered with her sewing--she always took the very coarsest for such days as this--and sat at a little distance from the table.

As the conversation had nothing to do with Cheeseman's debt, she grew impatient.
'Have you told Emily ?' she asked.
'No, I haven't.

You shall do that.' Hood tried to eat the while; the morsels became like sawdust in his mouth, and all but choked him.

He tried to laugh; the silence which followed his effort was ghastly to him.
'You see, it never does to believe too ill of a man,' he said, when he found Emily's look upon him.
Mrs.Hood grew mere at her ease, and, to his relief, began to talk freely.