Five minutes later Miss Stone descended, and found Willis Ford fuming with impatience.
“I am here, sir,” she said, coldly. “I understand you wish to see me.”
“Yes, madam; will you answer me a few questions?”
“Possibly. Let me hear what they are.”
“You have a boy in this house, named Herbert Reynolds?”
“Yes.”
“A boy who ran away from Mr. Joel Barton, with whom I placed him?”
“What right had you to place him anywhere, Mr. Ford?” demanded the lady.
“That's my business. Permit me to say that it is no affair of yours.”
“I judge differently. The boy is sick and under my charge.”