I can't Jack, anyway." "Oh, Tony will turn up, never fear, Dad," said Jack easily.
With this assurance his father had to content himself.

In a fortnight's time a letter came from Tony to his sister, rosy with the brilliance of the prospects opening up before him.

There was the usual irresponsible indefiniteness in detail.

What he was doing and how he was living Tony did not deign to indicate.

Ten days later Annette had another letter.
The former prospects had not been realised, but he had a much better thing in view, something more suitable to him, and offering larger possibilities of position and standing in the community.