"He did quite right.

Now what is this about your daughter, Mr.Dunlop?
Just let's have the plain tale of it, and then we'll know where we are." I had already seen that Andrew Dunlop was not over well pleased with me--and now I saw why.

He was a terrible hand at economy, saving every penny he could lay hands on, and as nothing particular seemed to have come of it, and--so far as he could see--there had been no great reason for it, he was sore at my sending for his daughter to Dundee, and all the sorer because--though I, of course, was utterly innocent of it--Maisie had gone off on that journey without as much as a by-your-leave to him.
And he was not over ready or over civil to Mr.Lindsey.
"Aye, well!" said he.

"There's strange doings afoot, and it's not my will that my lass should be at all mixed up in them, Mr.Lindsey! All this running up and down, hither and thither, on business that doesn't concern--" Mr.Lindsey had the shortest of tempers on occasion, and I saw that he was already impatient.

He suddenly turned away with a growl and collared Chisholm.
"You're a fool, Dunlop," he exclaimed over his shoulder; "it's your tongue that wants to go running! Now then, sergeant!--what is all this about Miss Dunlop?
Come on!" My future father-in-law drew off in high displeasure, but Chisholm hurriedly explained matters.
"He's in a huffy state, Mr.Lindsey," he said, nodding at Andrew's retreating figure.