Miles said nothing.

“But how does Dick manage without touching my money?”

“I do not know.” O’Hara’s tone implied that he cared less.

“I hope he is not in debt himself,” mused Carstares, “ ’Tis like enough he is in some muddle. I wish I might persuade him to accept the revenue.” He frowned and drummed his fingers on the table.

O’Hara exploded.

“Sure, ’twould be like you to be doing the same. Let the man alone for the Lord’s sake, and don’t be after worrying your head over a miserable spalpeen that did ye more harm than⁠—”

“Miles, I cannot allow you to speak so of Dick! You do not understand.”