He set his lips in grim determination.

If life held no higher meaning, it at least offered this immediate object for existence.
Besides he owed the most strenuous effort of his soul to the devoted and loyal woman whose face he saw dimly opposite.

Afterwards come what might.

The Truth at any rate.

Magna est veritas et praevalebit.
These were "prave 'orts" and valorous protestations.
But when their light supper was over and Colonel Winwood had retired, Ursula Winwood lingered in the dining room, her heart aching for the boy who looked so stern and haggard.