“I wonder whether you thought it remarkable,” Jasper observed.
Agatha said nothing and he resumed: “Had you chosen a wife for your brother, would you have chosen Miss Haigh?”
“Perhaps I would not. Our business, however, is not to choose Kit’s wife, and we ought not to meddle.”
“Then Miss Haigh has your support?”
“She has my sympathy,” Agatha replied, and Jasper gave her a queer smile and went off.
For a few minutes Agatha stopped by the fire in the hall. On the whole she liked Jasper Carson, but he puzzled, and sometimes daunted her. Now she saw he had tried to find out if she believed Evelyn really meant to stick to her lover, and she thought his interest ominous. When she went back to the drawing-room, Jasper was not about and Mrs. Carson said he and Ledward had gone to smoke.
In the smoking-room Jasper gave Ledward a cigar.
“You ought to have an occupation, Harry. Have you thought about it?”
“I rather thought I might be a barrister, but I don’t know.... One must keep twelve terms at an inn; something like three years before one can start.”
Jasper nodded. “Then, unless you’re lucky and remarkably talented, the reward’s not large. What about business?”