"That is my affair."
Mr. Stillwell was much disturbed. He walked up and down impatiently.
"Thought you said you were stopping at this hotel," he demanded.
"So I did."
"This doesn't look like it."
"I occupy a room with Mr. Ranson."
"Where did you meet him?"
"Excuse me, but that is my business."
At this reply my uncle was very angry. He wanted to let loose a flood of bad temper, but did not dare to do so in that public place.