"Indeed! Being so near a relative, it is natural you should be posted. And now, may I beg to know," said the young man, with cool politeness, "why you do me the honor to come and inform me?"
Miriam looked at him with her eagle glance—keen, side-long, searching. Mr. Ingelow made her a slight bow.
"Well, madame?" smiling carelessly.
"Do you not know?"
"I?"—a broad stare. "Really, madame, I am at a loss—How should I know?"
"Did you not meet Mollie last night at the corner of Broadway and Fourteenth Street?"
"Most certainly not."
"Where were you at ten o'clock last evening?"
Again Mr. Ingelow smiled.
"Really, a raking cross-examination. Permit me to decline answering that question."