Nothing more natural.
He comes down, he goes to Jack, he relates what we have agreed upon, and he states our case better than we could.

He has already spoken feelingly to you, he has already spoken feelingly to me, and he'll put the whole thing feelingly to Jack.

That's it! I am not a coward, Rosa, but to tell you a secret, I am a little afraid of Jack.' 'No, no! you are not afraid of him!' cried Rosa, turning white, and clasping her hands.
'Why, sister Rosa, sister Rosa, what do you see from the turret ?' said Edwin, rallying her.

'My dear girl!' 'You frightened me.' 'Most unintentionally, but I am as sorry as if I had meant to do it.
Could you possibly suppose for a moment, from any loose way of speaking of mine, that I was literally afraid of the dear fond fellow?
What I mean is, that he is subject to a kind of paroxysm, or fit--I saw him in it once--and I don't know but that so great a surprise, coming upon him direct from me whom he is so wrapped up in, might bring it on perhaps.
Which--and this is the secret I was going to tell you--is another reason for your guardian's making the communication.

He is so steady, precise, and exact, that he will talk Jack's thoughts into shape, in no time: whereas with me Jack is always impulsive and hurried, and, I may say, almost womanish.' Rosa seemed convinced.