It isn't I.You are fighting a brave fight and a losing fight, but you are good metal.

Try and remember, when you find that you are beaten, that life has many consolations for the philosopher." He passed on and Hunterleys entered the hospital.

Whilst he was waiting in the little reception-room, Felicia came in.

Her face showed signs of her night's anxiety.
"Sidney is still unconscious," she announced, her voice shaking a little.

"The doctors seem hopeful--but oh! Sir Henry, it is terrible to see him lying there just as though he were dead!" "Sidney will pull through all right," Hunterleys declared, encouragingly.