Bunting began moving about the room restlessly.

He would go to the window; stand there awhile staring out at the people hurrying past; then, coming back to the fireplace, sit down.
But he could not stay long quiet.

After a glance at his paper, up he would rise from his chair, and go to the window again.
"I wish you'd stay still," his wife said at last.

And then, a few minutes later, "Hadn't you better put your hat and coat on and go out ?" she exclaimed.
And Bunting, with a rather shamed expression, did put on his hat and coat and go out.
As he did so he told himself that, after all, he was but human; it was natural that he should be thrilled and excited by the dreadful, extraordinary thing which had just happened close by.

Ellen wasn't reasonable about such things.