Jeffreys watched him feverishly, and marvelled at his indifference.
"What name did you say--Jones ?" "No, Jeffreys--John Jeffreys." Again he turned over the bundle, almost carelessly.

At length he extracted a letter, which he tossed onto the counter.
"There you are, my beauty," said he.
Jeffreys, heeding nothing except that it was addressed in Mr Frampton's hand, seized the missive and hastened from the office.
At the first shop window he stood and tore it open.
"My dear Jeffreys,--I was glad to hear from you, although your letter gave me great pain.

It would have been wiser in you to return here, whatever your circumstances might be; wiser still would it have been had you never run away.

But I do not write now to reproach you.

You have suffered enough, I know.