“W-wouldn't if I was you.”
“What do you mean?”
“What I say. T-told Levi Dodd to dismiss her, didn't you?”
“Yes, I did.” Isaac Worthington had lost in self-esteem by not saying so before.
“Why? Wahn't she honest? Wahn't she capable? Wahn't she a lady?”
“I can't say that I know anything against Miss Wetherell's character, if that's what you mean.”
“F-fit to teach—wahn't she—fit to teach?”
“I believe she has since qualified before Mr. Errol.”
“Fit to teach—wahn't fit to marry your son—was she?”
Isaac Worthington clutched the table and started from his chair. He grew white to his lips with anger, and yet he knew that he must control himself.