We could go out when we wished, and when we wished we could be snug behind our own brass door." Joan laughed simply and lovingly as she spoke.

Hillyard had never seen her more beautiful than she was at this moment.

If grief had taken from her just the high brilliancy of her beauty, it had added to it a most appealing tenderness.
"After all," she said again, "Harry fulfilled himself.

I love to think of that.

The ambition of his life--young as he was he saw it realised and helped--more than all others, except perhaps one old Colonel--to realise it.