She rose from her seat and faced her husband.
"Allan," she said, and her voice was of indescribable sweetness, "you must go." Her husband took her in his arms without a word, then brokenly he said: "My girl! My own brave girl! I knew you must send me." "Yes," she replied, gazing into his face with a wan smile, "I knew it too, because I knew you would expect me to." The Inspector had risen from his chair at her first cry and was standing with bent head, as if in the presence of a scene too sacred to witness.
Then he came to her, and, with old time and courtly grace of the fine gentleman he was, he took her hand and raised it to his lips.
"Dear lady," he said, "for such as you brave men would gladly give their lives." "Give their lives!" cried Mandy.

"I would much rather they would save them.

But," she added, her voice taking a practical tone, "sit down and let us talk.

Now what's the work and what's the plan ?" The men glanced at each other in silent admiration of this woman who, without moan or murmur, could surrender her heart's dearest treasure for her country's good.

This was a spirit of their own type.
They sat down before the fire and discussed the business before them.
But as they discussed ever and again Mandy would find her mind wandering back over the past happy days.