I think I've been very good not to worry you long before this; but I do want to write and wish you many happy returns. Will you accept my thoughts? I got your address and history from Maudie Chapman whom I met last week. I wonder if I came down to Cornwall for a few days, if you would let me call on you. If you're annoyed by this letter, just don't answer. I shall perfectly understand.
Yours ever,
Frank Castleton.
"Fancy," said Jenny. "I never knew his name was Frank. How funny!"
"Who is this Frank?" May inquired.
"A friend of mine I knew once—getting on for nearly four years ago now. Where could anyone stay here?"
"There's an hotel in Trewinnard," said May.
Jenny looked at young Frank.
"I don't see why I shouldn't," she said.
"Shouldn't what?"