He will be interned till the end of the war and deported afterwards." Lady Splay rose, her face bright with relief.
"Thank you," she said warmly to Hillyard.

"I am going up to Joan." At the door she stopped to add, "Now that it's over, I don't mind telling you that I admire Jenny Prask.

Out-and-out loyalty like hers is not so common that we can think lightly of it." Martin Hillyard turned to Sir Chichester.
"And now, if you will allow me, I will open my box of cigarettes." Harry Luttrell went back to his depot the next morning, without seeing Joan again.

Millicent Splay wrote to him during the next week.

The inquest had been confined within its proper limits.