"Ay," said the doctor. "Sir Timothy is forgotten, and Sir Peter reigns in his stead."
"Where is Lady Mary?"
The doctor drew him to the window. "There," he said grimly. "Why don't you go out and join her?"
"She has her son," said John, smiling.
He looked with interest at the group on the terrace; then he started back with an exclamation of horror.
"Why, good heavens—"
"Yes," said the doctor quietly, "the poor fellow has lost his right arm."
There was a sound of distant cheering, and the band could be heard faintly playing the Conquering Hero.
"He said nothing of it," said John.
"No; he's a plucky chap, with all his faults."