"Where did you find her?"
Mr. Long would have preferred to let Mr. Grant believe that he had caught her himself; but the question was so direct that he could only give a direct answer.
"She came to my house this morning."
"Very well, Mr. Long; I will not trouble you to remain any longer," added Mr. Grant.
"I hope you will not let her get away from you, sir," said the constable, who thought his official position was slighted by this intimation; and he was curious to hear what the culprit had to say for herself.
"I will not try to get away, Mr. Grant," interposed Fanny.
"There is no fear of her getting away, even if she is disposed to do so."
Mr. Long found himself obliged to leave, his office ignored, and his curiosity ungratified.
"Where have you been, Fanny Jane?" asked Mr. Grant, when the constable had gone, his tones being the counterpart of his stern, sad face.
"In New York," replied Fanny, still sobbing.