Jack turned.
"Jack, this is Major and Mrs. Trustcott, I told you of. This is my friend, Mr.—er—Mr. Jack."
Jack bowed vaguely, overwhelmed with disgust.
"Very happy to make your acquaintance, sir," said the Major, straightening himself in a military manner. "My good lady and I were resting here. Very pleasant neighborhood."
"I'm glad you like it," said Jack.
"Then, this evening," said Frank again. "Can you wait an hour or two?"
"Certainly, my boy," said the Major. "Time's no consideration with us, as you know."
(Jack perceived that this was being said at him, to show the familiarity this man enjoyed with his friend.)
"Would nine o'clock be too late?"
"Nine o'clock it shall be," said the Major.