"I know what you mean," said Dick in his gentle drawl. "And I quite understand."
"But it's all sickening rot," burst in Jack. "He must be mad. You don't know Frank as I do—neither of you. And now there's this last business—his father's marriage, I mean; and—"
He broke off and looked across at Dick.
"Go on," said Dick; "don't mind me."
"Well, we don't know whether he's heard of it or not; but he must hear sooner or later, and then—"
"But he has heard of it," interrupted the clergyman. "I showed him the paragraph myself."
"He's heard of it! And he knows all about it!"
"Certainly. And I understood from him that he knew the girl: the Rector's daughter, isn't it?"
"Knows the girl! Why, he was engaged to her himself."
"What?"