You must have inspired him with that enthusiasm yourself." "I suppose I must," said Lady Ryehampton with an air of satisfaction.
"And I must be careful not to discourage him." Miss Hendersyde thought of the Terror's face, his charming sympathetic manners, and his darned knickerbockers.

It was only right that some of Lady Ryehampton's money should go to him; indeed that money ought to be educating him at a good school.

It was monstrous that the great bulk of it should be spent on cats; cats were all very well but human beings came first.

And the Terror was such an attractive human being.
"Yes, it is a dreadful thing to discourage enthusiasm," she said gravely.
Lady Ryehampton proceeded to discuss the question whether a cats' home could be properly started with thirty pounds, whether she had not better send fifty.

Miss Hendersyde made her conscience quite comfortable by compromising: she said that she thought thirty was enough to begin with; that if more were needful, Lady Ryehampton could give it later.