His father laughed reassuringly.
"Oh, you needn't keep your back against the bookcase: I'll leave the job for some luckier devil."
A thought struck him.
"By the way, I've promised to give Jean and Frank enough to keep them going. You'll see to that?"
"I'll carry out the provisions made when you were in your right mind."
"What provisions?"
"The terms of your will."
Mr. Walkingshaw looked at his son steadily and in silence. After a full minute under this stare Andrew began to grow uneasy.
"There's to be no more nonsense, I warn you," he said.