“Oh, it’s all in Trent’s hands now. That’s one blessing.”
“Is that all the difficulty?” said Ibbetson. And this time he faced round and looked full at the other. Clive looked at him too, though distrustfully.
“No,” he said slowly. “But what there is besides, matters to no one.”
“No trouble with the firm?”
Jack’s eyes were on him still, and he saw that he hesitated. But he said “No” again. Then he broke out more eagerly.
“I can’t explain it to you, for Oliver wouldn’t like it, and I’m under tremendous obligations to him, there’s nothing wrong, only I’ve met with very bad luck.”
“Nothing wrong?”
“No. That I’ll swear.”
“Well,” said Ibbetson, “perhaps I can’t expect you to say more to me. But at any rate your mother and sisters deserve all your confidence. Write to them fully.”
“Oliver said it only bothered them, and that he would explain.”