“I didn’t imagine that your business was one of life and death!” retorted Mrs. Dainty, with heightening color.
“And yet it may be, for all your defect of imagination,” said the old man, seating himself with the air of one who had something on his mind.
“Where is Florence Harper?”
“That is a question not in my power to answer,” replied Mrs. Dainty. “She left here some hours ago.”
“Why did she leave?”
“I sent her away.”
“For what cause?”
“She did not suit me.”
“In what respect?”
“In all respects.”