Rupert, you see, as patron of the Eagles was able to get the very best.

But won't you come in and see mother?
She is really quite worked up over it, though of course she couldn't bear to go." Captain Jack checked the refusal on his lips.
"Yes, I will go in for a few minutes," he said gravely.

"No! Your mother would not--could not come, of course." There flashed before his mind a picture from pre-war days.

The rink packed with wildly excited throngs and in a certain reserved section midway down the side the Templeton-Maitland party with its distinguished looking men and beautiful women following with eager faces and shining eyes the fortunes of their sons in the fight before them.

The flash of that picture was like a hand of ice upon his heart as Captain Jack entered the cosy living room.
"Here he is, Mamma!" cried Patricia as she ushered her hero into the room with a sweeping gesture.