And finally, as though he heard the mute voices of his judges delivering sentence and admitted its justice, he actually bowed to the portraits on the wall.

As he raised his head, he saw Lieutenant Sutch in the embrasure of the doorway.
He did not start, he uttered no word; he let his eyes quietly rest upon Sutch and waited.

Of the two it was the man who was embarrassed.
"Harry," he said, and in spite of his embarrassment he had the tact to use the tone and the language of one addressing not a boy, but a comrade equal in years, "we meet for the first time to-night.

But I knew your mother a long time ago.

I like to think that I have the right to call her by that much misused word 'friend.' Have you anything to tell me ?" "Nothing," said Harry.
"The mere telling sometimes lightens a trouble." "It is kind of you.