"That's not a bad idea. I'll come in to-morrow."
"I'll expect you, then. You haven't a studio at present?"
"No."
"Well, I can give you a room on the premises to work in. By the bye, there is a letter for you at the office. It came this morning."
"I'll get it to-morrow. I don't suppose it's important."
"It is in a woman's handwriting," said Hunston, with a smile.
"A woman?" exclaimed Jack. "Where does it come from—England or abroad?"
"London postmark," was the reply.
Jack changed color, and a lump seemed to rise in his throat.
"It must be from Madge," he thought. "But why would she write to me?"