Tommy knew how pathetic it was, but Grizel did not seem to know.
"Try it," she said encouragingly; "it will do you good." [Illustration: And clung to it, his teeth set.] He got as far as the table, and clung to it, his teeth set.

Grizel clapped her hands.

"Excellently done!" she said, with fell meaning, and recommended him to move up and down the room for a little; he would feel ever so much the better for it afterwards.
The pain--was--considerable, he said.

Oh, she saw that, but he had already proved himself so good at bearing pain, and the new school of surgeons held that it was wise to exercise an injured limb.
Even then it was not a reproachful glance that Tommy gave her, though there was some sadness in it.

He moved across the room several times, a groan occasionally escaping him.