Carroll smiled in the gentle, admiring way which he had.
"Perhaps I have made a mistake," he said, "but I was directed here.

I was told that Anderson, who keeps the grocery, lives here." "I am Anderson," replied Randolph, with dignity and a certain high scorn, and purposely leaving off the Mr.from his name.
Arthur Carroll no longer smiled, but his voice had a certain urbanity, although it rang imperiously.

"Now, see here," he said.

"I want to know why you did not do as I left instructions at your shop ?" "To what do you refer ?" inquired Anderson, quietly.
"I want to know why you did not send in your bill last Saturday night, as I ordered." Carroll's voice was so loud that Mrs.Anderson, in the house, heard him distinctly through the open windows.
"I did not know that you had so ordered," replied Anderson, still quietly, with a slight emphasis on the ordered.

He looked slightly amused.
"Well, I did.