We are learning every day to make sacrifices.

You, too, must learn, dear.

My answer to you, Baron Maderstrom--or Mr.Lessingham, as you choose to call yourself--is no." "Philippa, you are mad!" Helen exclaimed passionately.

"Didn't I have to realise all that you say when I let Dick go, cheerfully, the day after we were engaged?
Haven't I realised the duty of cheerfulness and sacrifice through all these weary months?
But there is a limit to these things, Philippa, a sense of proportion which must be taken into account.

It's Dick's life which is in the balance against some intangible thing, nothing that we could ever reproach ourselves with, nothing that could bring real harm upon any one.