Then she remained perfectly still, with the letter held on her knee.
"Poor, dear old boy!" she said suddenly and quietly.
An enormous wave of relief rolled up and enveloped Jack.

He had been exceedingly uncomfortable this morning, ever since the letter had come.
His first impulse had been to ride over instantly after breakfast; then he had postponed it till lunch; then he had eaten some cold beef about half-past twelve and come straight away.

He told himself he must give her plenty of time to write by the late Sunday night post.
He had not exactly distrusted Jenny; Frank's confidence was too overwhelming and too infectious.

But he had reflected that it was not a wholly pleasant errand to have to inform a girl that her lover had been in prison for a fortnight.

But the tone in which she had just said those four words was so serene and so compassionate that he was completely reassured.