This comforting programme soothed Raymond.
"That's all right, but I've got to find work. I was just beginning to feel keen on work; but now—flit, Estelle, my duck. I want to have a yarn with father."
The girl departed.
"Do let it be a 'jingle,' Ray," she begged, and then was gone.
"It's my damned brother," went on Raymond.
"He'll come round and ask you to go back, as soon as you're fixed up and everything's all right."
"Everything won't be all right. Everything's confoundedly wrong. Think what it is for a proud man to be at the mercy of an aunt, and to look to her for his keep. If anything could make me sick of the whole show, it's that."
"I shouldn't feel it so. She's keen on you, and keen on Sabina; and she knows you can't live upon air. You may be sure also she knows that it won't last. Daniel will come round."
"And if he does? It's all the same—taking his money."
"You won't be taking it; you'll be earning it."