"Shrewd, suspicious eyes, but a receding chin.

What chance would the boy have against a man?
A man with strength to oppose him, and brains to outwit him.

None, save for the one undoubted fact--the boy holds his mother's heart in the hollow of his careless hands." There was a tremendous burst of cheering, no longer distant, and the band played louder.
Lady Mary came hurrying across the terrace.

Weeping and agitated, and half blinded by her tears, she stumbled over the threshold of the window, and almost fell into John's arms.

He drew her into the shadow of the curtain.
"John," she cried; she saw no one else.