She herself rose to the occasion with instant resolution, forcing back the tears he would not suffer, brave because he was brave.
"I shall tell her to hoist one for us both," she said, "and to keep it flying as long as we are under her roof."
CHAPTER XXV
MEMORIES THAT HURT
"Well, Max! You're just off then?" Sir Kersley Whitton looked up with a smile to greet his partner as he entered.
"Just off," said Max.
He came to Sir Kersley, seated at his writing-table, and paused beside him. It was a day in April, showery, shot with fleeting gleams of sunshine that sent long golden shafts across the doctor's room.
"You will bring the boy here then?" said Sir Kersley.
"Yes, straight here. It's very good of you, Kersley." Max's hand lay for a moment on the great man's shoulder.
"Nonsense, my dear fellow! I'm as keen as you are." Sir Kersley leaned back in his chair. "I only hope we may be successful," he said. "Is he likely to be a good patient?"