"I don't think we ought to do nothing," she said.

"Why should we ?" And then again he began walking round the room in an aimless fashion that irritated her.
"If only I could put out a bit of supper for him somewhere where he would get it! And his money, too?
I hate to feel it's in there." "Don't you make any mistake--he'll come back for that," said Bunting, with decision.
But Mrs.Bunting shook her head.

She knew better.

"Now," she said, "you go off up to bed.

It's no use us sitting up any longer." And Bunting acquiesced.
She ran down and got him a bedroom candle--there was no gas in the little back bedroom upstairs.