"Your mother, I mean."
"Why?"
"I don't know. I think she's written very nice, that's all. I wish you hadn't got to go away though."
"Yes, and to Spain of all places. This is the uncle I was telling you about. I come into two thousand pounds. I must go."
"I wish you hadn't got to go away," she repeated sorrowfully. "Just when the weather's getting fine, too. But you must go, of course," she added.
Jenny wrung this bidding out of herself very hardly, but Maurice accepted it casually enough. Suddenly he was seized with an idea:
"Jenny, this two thousand pounds is the key to the situation."
"What?"
"Of course I can," he assured the air. "I can settle this on you. I can provide for you, whatever happens to me. Now there's absolutely no reason why you shouldn't give way."
"I don't see that two thousand pounds makes any difference. What do you think I am?"