Jack hooked out a couple that were leaning folded against the low wall of yew beneath the window and set them down.
"Have a cigar, Jack?"
"No, thanks."
They were on good terms—these two. Jack shot really well, and was smart and deferential. Lord Talgarth asked no more than this from a young man.
"Well—what's the matter?"
Jack left it thoughtfully for Jenny to open the campaign. She did so very adroitly.
"Mr. Jack came over to see me," she said, "and I thought I couldn't entertain him better than by bringing him up to see you. You haven't such a thing as a cigarette, Lord Talgarth?"
He felt about in his pockets, drew out a case and pushed it across the table.
"Thanks," said Jenny; and then, without the faintest change of tone: "We've some news of Frank at last."
"Frank, eh? Have you? And what's the young cub at, now?"