“As a matter of fact, I don’t think she likes me,” he said.
“Oh!” was all my comment.
I needed no more explanations; and I liked Jervaise even less than I had before. I began to wish that he had not seen fit to confide in me. I had, thoughtlessly, been dramatising the incident in my mind, but, now, I was aware of the unpleasant reality of it all. Particularly Jervaise’s part in it.
“Can’t be absolutely certain, of course,” he continued.
“But if she did like you?” I suggested.
“I’ve got to be very careful who I marry,” he explained. “We aren’t particularly well off. All our property is in land, and you know what sort of an investment that is, these days.”
I tried another line. “And if you find your sister up at the Home Farm; and Banks; what are you going to do?”
“Kick him and bring her home,” he said decidedly.
“Nothing else for it, I suppose?” I replied.
“Obviously,” he snarled.