Shortly after he had left the house, Maud, her domestic duties dismissed for the time, came into the parlour where Mrs Milvain was reclining on the sofa.
'Jasper wants more money,' said the mother, when Maud had sat in meditation for a few minutes.
'Of course.

I knew that.

I hope you told him he couldn't have it.' 'I really didn't know what to say,' returned Mrs Milvain, in a feeble tone of worry.
'Then you must leave the matter to me, that's all.

There's no money for him, and there's an end of it.' Maud set her features in sullen determination.

There was a brief silence.
'What's he to do, Maud ?' 'To do?
How do other people do?
What do Dora and I do ?' 'You don't earn enough for your support, my dear.' 'Oh, well!' broke from the girl.