Just -- William

Mr. Heppleback, the glazier, cycled slowly down the country lane and in at the gate of the small detached house in which the Brown family lived. His practised eye swept the scene before him, coming to rest finally on a shattered pane of glass in a window on the right of the door. He nodded to himself with an expression of mingled amusement and resignation, then dismounted, unstrapped the sheet of glass from the back of his cycle and rang the bell.
A middle-aged woman, wearing an overall, opened the door. She had a flat expressionless face, and she looked at Mr. Heppleback without apparent interest.
"Mornin", Emily," said Mr. Heppleback. "How's yourself?"
"Might be worse," said Emily in a voice that doubted it.
Mr. Heppleback cocked his head over his shoulder.
"Dining-room window again, I see?"
"Again 's the word," said Emily with a sigh.