“You have been—with—that woman!”
“I wish I had,” said John William.
“You have!” cried his mother.
“I have not. With her? Why, I haven't set eyes on her since the day you took and—the day she left us,” said the angered man, ending quietly. “Then what have you been doing?”
“I have been looking for her.”
“For that woman?”
“Yes.”
“Looking in Melbourne?”
“Yes.”
“In the streets?—in the streets?”