The loyal hearts are there beating truly; and in order that they should beat truly and stoutly, they are given this God-sent armour.
So, when we raised our glasses and drank gladly to the success of Willie Connor the living, and put from our thoughts Frank Etherington the dead, you must not account it to us as lack of human pity.

You must be lenient in your judgment of those who are thrown into the furnace of a great war.
Lady Fenimore smiled on Betty.

"We should all be proud, my dear, if Captain Connor won the Victoria Cross.

But you mustn't set your heart on it.

That would be foolish.