Both of them were as brave as could be.
For the first time I took a more cheerful view of Boyce's future.
On the evening before the Reception Betty was shown into the library.
It was late, getting on towards my bedtime, and I was nodding in front of the fire.
"I'm just in and out, Majy dear," she said.

"I had to come.

I didn't want to give you too many shocks." At my expression of alarm, she laughed.

"I've only run in to tell you that I've made up my mind to come to the Town Hall tomorrow." I looked at her, and I suppose my hands moved in a slight gesture.
"By that," she said, "I suppose you mean you can never tell what I'm going to do next." "You've guessed it, my dear," said I.
"Do you disapprove ?" "I couldn't be so presumptuous." She bent over me and caught the lapels of my jacket.
"Oh, don't be so dreadfully dignified.

I want you to understand.
Everybody is going to pay honour to-morrow to a man who has given everything he could to his country.