"U'm—yes," Jack said hastily. "But that was not—not the first thing I wanted to speak about."
"I believe you did say there were several matters."
"So there are." He rubbed his face tentatively with his bandaged hand; then smiled blandly at his mother. "Yes, there are a few."
"Well?"
"Well, first of all, mother, I want to make a kick."
She frowned. "How often must I request you not to use such common expressions!"
"All right, all right," said he. "Suppose I say, then, that I'm dissatisfied."
"Dissatisfied!" She straightened up. "Dissatisfied! What about? Do I not allow you all the money you want?"
"Yes."
"And have I not practically arranged a match between you and Ethel Quintard? Ethel will have three millions some day. And there is no better family to marry into; that is, except our own."