He must carry out his orders; what he is sent to do must be done.

No excuse can justify disobedience and failure.

But we are getting too serious, and I am boring you.

There is another picture I think you would like to see." They walked down the long gallery, chatting lightly.

The Colonel drew her attention to a few of his favorite landscapes, and then they stood before a large painting of a scene unmistakably in British Columbia.
The Indian canoe on the rippled surface of the lake, the tall, stiff, yet beautiful, trees that crept down to the water's edge, the furrowed snow peaks in the background, stirred the girl's pulse as she thought of one who even then perhaps was wandering about in that wild country.
She expressed her admiration of the painting, and then rather hesitatingly mentioned the Colonel's nephew.
"Have you heard anything from Mr.Blake since he left Montreal ?" "Nothing," said Challoner with a trace of grimness.