There was a pause. It seemed to Jack that the whole thing must be a dream. This simply wasn't Frank at all. The wild idea came to him that the man who sat before him with Frank's features was some kind of changeling. Mentally he shook himself.
"And what about Jenny?" he said.
Frank sat perfectly silent and still for an instant. Then he spoke without heat.
"I'm not quite sure," he said. "Sometimes I'd like to ... well, to make her a little speech about what she's done, and sometimes I'd like to crawl to her and kiss her feet—but both those things are when I'm feeling bad. On the whole, I think—though I'm not sure—that is not my business any more; in fact, I'm pretty sure it's not. It's part of the whole campaign and out of my hands. It's no good talking about that any more. So please don't, Jack."
"One question?"
"Well?"
"Have you written to her or sent her a message?"
"No."
"And I want to say one other thing. I don't think it's against the bargain."
"Well?"