Though he's better-looking than his father, he's got Sir Timothy's very expression." "He's turned out a gallant soldier, anyway," said John, cheerily.
"Don't croak, Blundell; we'll make a man of him yet." "Please God you may, for his mother's sake," said the doctor; and he returned to his armchair.
John Crewys stood by the open French window, and drank in the refreshing breeze which fluttered the muslin curtains.

His calm and thoughtful face was turned away from the doctor, who knew very well why John's gaze was so intent upon the group without.
"Shall I warn him, or shall I let it alone ?" thought Blundell.

"I suppose they have been waiting only for this.

If that selfish cub objects, as he will--I feel very sure of that--will she be weak enough to sacrifice her happiness, or can I trust John Crewys?
He looks strong enough to take care of himself, and of her." He looked at John's decided profile, silhouetted against the curtain, and thought of Peter's narrow face.

"Weak but obstinate," he muttered to himself.