"It strikes me as a rather daring theory." "It isn't mine," Millicent explained quickly.

"It's a favorite theme of a philosopher I'm fond of, and he insists upon it when he speaks about great men.

Perhaps I'm talking too freely, but I feel that Captain Challoner's being able to paint well shouldn't prevent his making a good officer." "Great men are scarce.

I'm content that my son has so far done his duty quietly and well; all I could wish for is that if any exceptional call should be made on him he should rise to the occasion.

That is the supreme test; men from whom one expects much sometimes fail to meet it." Millicent guessed that he was thinking of a man who had been dear to him, and who apparently had broken down beneath sudden stress.
"It must be hard to judge them unless one knows all the circumstances," she said stoutly.
"Not when a man has entered his country's service.