“I understand,” said Mrs. Harley, “that you have come here with reference to the disappearance of this dear child, from her uncle’s roof?”
“That is so, madam,” I answered.
“It is an unfortunate business,” she went on, still standing, with Blanche leaning on her arm, although I asked them to be seated, “and I am sorry that my son has been so precipitate and rash. But the fact is, my niece here is most unhappy under her uncle’s guardianship.”
“Then she should apply to the Court for relief from him,” I suggested.
Mrs. Harley smiled ironically as she answered—
“Appeal to the Court, indeed! What use would that be I should like to know? It would at once be said that all wards are more or less dissatisfied with their guardians. In this instance General Banton does nothing that the Court woul
