“Condition?”
“Sir.”
“Condition, married or single?”
“I am unmarried, as you must have heard me say to the constable.”
“Unmarried, hem. Age?”
“Age?”
“Yes, age. How old are you?”
“That, sir,” said Prudence with dignity, “is no concern of yours; I decline to answer.”
“Well,” said the Inspector grimly, “I won’t press the question. Perhaps you may answer it later. That’ll do,” and with a nod he dismissed her.
“But the workhouse where my sister is, where is it? How can I get there?”