I'm from the country." Something impelled Mrs.Bunting to say these words.

But she hastily corrected herself, "At least, I was." "Will he be there ?" She looked at him dumbly; not in the least knowing to whom he was alluding.
"I mean the husband," went on the inspector hastily.

"I felt sorry for the last poor chap--I mean the husband of the last one--he seemed so awfully miserable.

You see, she'd been a good wife and a good mother till she took to the drink." "It always is so," breathed out Mrs.Bunting.
"Aye." He waited a moment.

"D'you know anyone about the court ?" he asked.
She shook her head.
"Well, don't you worry.