"Well," said Raven, "if it's France then, maybe I'll go with you."
Dick smiled slightly. Did his lip tremble?
"No," he said, at once, as if he'd been waiting for it, "you stay here and look after Nan."
This gave Raven the slightest opening.
"That's the devil of it," he said, "your leaving Nan."
"Yes," said Dick quietly, his eyes on an orchard tree where an unseen robin sang, "I'm leaving her."
"She's been devoted to you," Raven ventured.
"Quite so. I've been lying there and seeing——"
He paused and Raven prompted:
"Seeing what?"