“There is my bill for the wool unmet. There is my account for coals unpaid.”
“I have had to do with neither. You acted like a fool about Coaker’s wool—buying when in all the papers it was told how that there had been an importation from New South Wales.”
“I never read the papers.”
“Then you have no right to do business. You do it at inevitable loss. But this is neither here nor there, above nor below. Where is Kate?”
“I have told you—gone to the moor.”
“When?”
“An hour or two ago.”
“With whom?”
“With me.”
“Then how came you here?”