In a few minutes he was standing in front of his daughter, red with anger.

Dorothy's face wore a look of calm innocence, which I believe would have deceived Solomon himself, notwithstanding that great man's experience with the sex.

It did more to throw Sir George off the scent than any words the girl could have spoken.
"Who has been with you ?" demanded Sir George, angrily.
"When, father ?" queried the girl, listlessly resting her head against the wall.
"Now, this afternoon.

Who has been with you?
Ben Shaw said that a man was here.

He said that he saw a man with you less than half an hour since." That piece of information was startling to Dorothy, but no trace of surprise was visible in her manner or in her voice.