Then she looked at the problem through Harry Luttrell's eyes.
"Yes, I understand.

The regiment must recover its good name in the next war.

It was an obligation of honour on Harry to take his commission in it, to bear his part in the recovery." "Yes.

I told you, didn't I?
Harry Luttrell was cradled in tradition." Hillyard saw Mrs.Croyle's face brighten.

Now she had the key to Harry Luttrell.