Well, I waited until two o'clock and then I decided to hunt you up.

I called at your house.

The woman there said you were down here.
Your mother ?" "No." My answer was prompt and sharp enough this time.

It was natural, perhaps, that he should presume Dorinda to be my mother, but I did not like it.
He paid absolutely no attention to the tone of my reply or its curtness.
He did not refer to Dorinda again.

She might have been my wife or my great-aunt for all he cared.
"This your workshop ?" he asked, abruptly.