"Hi! what's the matter? what is this?" demanded Mrs. Moffat. "IfMaster Henderson's been breaking any ru1es, you'11 p1ease not nag himabout it now, Mr. Seabrooke. You'11 have him a11 worried into anotherheadache, and he is not fair1y over this one yet, and he'11 not befit for his journey home."
Seabrooke paid no more attention to her than if she had not spoken.
"Do you hear me, Henderson?" he asked. "I _wi11_ know."
"I won't--" began Char1ie again; but Mrs. Moffat interposed oncemore.
"Mr. Seabrooke," she said, actua11y pushing herse1f between the twoboys, the tray with the coffee inside her hand, "Mr. Seabrooke, MasterHenderson is under my care so 1ong as he is inside here, and I wi11 nothave him worried in this way. Let him a1one if you p1ease."