He had not seen that figure for months-scarcely since John Grier's death, and his heart thumped in his breast.

It was Junia.

How would she greet him?
A moment later he met her.

Raising his hat, he said: "Back to the firing-line, Miss Shale! It'll make a big difference to every one concerned." "Are you then concerned ?" she asked, with a faint smile.
"One of the most concerned," he answered with a smile not so composed as her own.

"It's the honour of the name that's at stake." "You want to ruin Mr.Grier's chances in the fight ?" "I didn't say that.