"Tell him to follow his discretion, and that you have complete confidence—"
"But—"
"Yes; I know you haven't, really. But it'll do no harm, and it'll make him feel important."
"And what if the boy does take to the roads?"
"Let him," said Jenny coolly. "It won't kill him."
He looked up at her again in silence.
Jenny herself was very far from comfortable, though she was conscious of real pleasure, too, in the situation. She had seen this old man in a passion pretty often, but she had never seen him in a passion with any real excuse. No one ever thwarted him. He even decided where his doctor should send him for his cure, and in what month, and for how long. And she was not, therefore, quite certain what would happen, for she knew Frank well enough to be quite sure that he meant what he said. However, she reflected, the main thing at present was to smooth things down all round as far as possible. Then she could judge.
"Can't make out why you ever consented to marry such a chap at all!" he growled presently.
"Oh, well—" said Jenny.