Your father has just been to see this gentleman, Addie--perhaps he told you ?" Addie Chatfield dropped into a chair at Mrs.Wooler's side, and looked the stranger over slowly and carefully.
"No," she answered.

"My father didn't tell me--he doesn't tell me anything about his own affairs.

All his talk is about mine--the iniquity of them, and so on." She showed a fine set of even white teeth as she made this remark, and her eyes sought Copplestone's again with a direct challenge.

Copplestone looked calmly at her, half-smiling; he was beginning, in his youthful innocence, to think that he already understood this type of young woman.
And seeing him smile, Addie also smiled.
"Now I wonder whatever my father wanted to see you about ?" she said, with a strong accent on the personal pronoun.

"For you don't look his sort, and he certainly isn't yours--unless you're deceptive." "Perhaps I am," responded Copplestone, still keeping his eyes on her.
"Your father wanted to see me about the strange disappearance of Mr.
Bassett Oliver.