"That's it," he said. "Then I'm bound to make a success of it."
And he took another cigarette.
Then one more thought came to Jack: he had determined already to make use of it if necessary, and somehow this seemed to be the moment.
"And Jenny Launton," he said "I suppose you've thought of her?"
A curious look came into Frank's eyes—a look of great gravity and tenderness—and the humor died out. He said nothing for an instant. Then he drew out of his breast-pocket a letter in an envelope, and tossed it gently over to Jack.
"I'm telling her in that," he said. "I'm going to post it to-night, after I've seen the Dean."
Jack glanced down at it.
"Miss Launton,
"The Rectory,
"Merefield, Yorks."
ran the inscription. He turned it over; it was fastened and sealed.
"I've told her we must wait a bit," said Frank, "and that I'll write again in a few weeks."