Jayne’s time was her own and she had chosen to divide it between helping run the Manor, and her first love, the estate's horses. He father rarely saw her ride but by all accounts she was a truly skilled horsewoman.
He couldn’t afford to dwell on domestic affairs, however, nor could he afford the time to pursue trivialities. After all, Jayne was young, she had her late mother’s beauty, was tall and slim with excellent deportment, manners and breeding. As always, he reasoned that there was no cause to waste his time on concern when it came to his daughter.