And the lecturer ended up by saying, 'And I hope every boy in this room has in his heart the seeds of courage and heroism and self-sacrifice, and I wish that every one of you may grow up to be noble and brave and unselfish, worthy citizens of this great Empire for whom our soldiers have freely given their lives.' And, of course, this came true--which was a distinct score for Camden Town.
As Anthea said, it was unlucky that the lecturer said boys, because now she and Jane would have to be noble and unselfish, if at all, without any outside help.

But Jane said, 'I daresay we are already because of our beautiful natures.

It's only boys that have to be made brave by magic'-- which nearly led to a first-class row.
And I daresay you would like to know all about the affair of the fishing rod, and the fish-hooks, and the cook next door--which was amusing from some points of view, though not perhaps the cook's--but there really is no time even for that.
The only thing that there's time to tell about is the Adventure of Maskelyne and Cooke's, and the Unexpected Apparition--which is also the beginning of the end.
It was Nurse who broke into the gloomy music of the autumn rain on the window panes by suggesting a visit to the Egyptian Hall, England's Home of Mystery.

Though they had good, but private reasons to know that their own particular personal mystery was of a very different brand, the four all brightened at the idea.

All children, as well as a good many grown-ups, love conjuring.
'It's in Piccadilly,' said old Nurse, carefully counting out the proper number of shillings into Cyril's hand, 'not so very far down on the left from the Circus.