“To whom did you speak?”
“I told the boys to tell their mother.”
“Are you passionately fond of music?”
“I am.”
“Are you sensitive to bad music—acutely sensitive?”
“I suppose I am; a lover of music is, of necessity.”
The magistrate nodded and sighed.
“Are you of a particularly patient and forbearing disposition?” Henriette directed a withering glance at the tall figure of the questioner.
“I am forbearing enough,” she answered. “Do I need to answer questions that are plainly put to insult me?”
“No, madam,” said the magistrate. “Mr. Wickliff, I rules dot question out.”