" The letter was the one that Albert Bridges had sent to their aunt. Of course, Marian hadn't doubted he was who he said he was.She hadn't needed proof.
But she pretended to be satisfied with the proof he offered and with a sniff and a shoveof her spectacles more tightly to the top of her nose,she said primly, "Very good.I'm glad we are in capable hands," and she walked away.
It was probably his annoyance that made him say to her back, "Capable? No,just my hands." At least,she hoped it was just his annoyance. "

― Johanna Lindsey , A Man to Call My Own