"You don't mean to say that you're not going to open it?"
"Oh, I'll open it," said Jack, more dolefully than ever.
"Then, why don't you open it now?"
"Oh, there's no hurry—there's plenty of time."
"It must be something very unimportant. You say you've had it lying in Your pocket ever Since the day before yesterday. So, what's the use of getting so tragic all of a sudden?"
"Macrorie, old chap," said Jack, in a tone of hollow despair.
"Well?"
"Do you see that letter?" and he held it up in his hand.
"Yes."
"Well, in that I am to read a convincing proof that I am a scoundrel!"