"D'you know her at all?"
"Yes, I know her. She's the Rector's daughter, you know."
"What! At Merefield? Then you must know her quite well."
"Oh! yes," said Frank, "I know her quite well."
Again there was silence. Then the other burst out:
"Look here—I wish you'd let me do something. It seems to me perfectly ghastly—"
"My dear man," said Frank. "Indeed you can't do anything.... You got my note, didn't you?"
The clergyman nodded.
"It's just in case I'm ill, or anything, you know. Jack's a great friend of mine. And it's just as well that some friend of mine should be able to find out where I am. I've just written to him myself, as I said in my note. But you mustn't give him my address unless in case of real need."
"All right. But are you sure—"