“What brings you here?” she demanded, coolly, of Carl.
“I came here because this is my father’s house, madam.”
“You have behaved badly to me,” said Mrs. Crawford. “You have defied my authority, and brought sorrow and distress to your good father. I thought you would have the good sense to stay away.”
“Do you indorse this, father?” asked Carl, turning to Dr. Crawford.
“No!” answered his father, with unwonted energy. “My house will always be your home.”
“You seem to have changed your mind, Dr. Crawford,” sneered his wife.
“Where did you pick up the report of Carl’s being killed on the railroad?” asked the doctor, sternly.
“Peter heard it in the village,” said Mrs. Crawford, carelessly.
“Did it occur to you that the sudden news might injure your husband?” asked Ashcroft.
“I spoke too impulsively. I realize too late my imprudence,” said Mrs. Crawford, coolly. “Have you lost your place?” she asked, addressing Carl.