"He knows what my views are," said jenny.
"And those?"
"Well—make him a decent allowance and let him alone."
"He won't do that!" said Jack. "That's far too sensible."
"You think so?"
"That would solve the whole problem, of course," went on Jack, "marriage and everything. I suppose it would have to be about eight hundred a year. And Talgarth must have at least thirty thousand."
"Oh! he's more than that," said Jenny. "He gives Mr. Dick twelve hundred."
There was a pause. Jack did not know what to think. He was only quite certain that the thing would have been far worse if he had attempted to manage it himself.
"Well, what shall I say to Frank?" he asked. Jenny paused again.
"It seems to me the best thing for you to do is not to write. I'll write myself this evening, if you'll give me his address, and explain—"