"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." Jack was silent.
"And you think it's fair on her ?" he asked deliberately.
Frank's face broke up into humor.
"That's for her to say," he observed.