"And you're to stop here in all this danger alone."
My patience began to give out. "I know you're thinking of me, but I can get out of it all ever so much better alone. But there, if you won't, you won't, and there's an end of it."
"You promised to make an attempt together. Have you done it?"
"For Heaven's sake, Nessa, don't let us split hairs at a moment like this. Here's the chance of chances for you, and you may never have another. If you wish ever to see England again, or at all events until after the war's over, you'll take it."
"That shows what little chance you think you have of getting away," she retorted, and made me wish I'd said something else.
"I didn't mean anything of the sort, only that it will be infinitely easier for me alone."
She didn't answer, and in the pause the first bars of the "Watch on the Rhine" were whistled in a low cautious pitch.
"Come, dearest," I whispered and put my arm about her.
"Oh, I can't go, Jack. I—I can't be such a coward!" she whispered, trembling in her agitation.
"For Heaven's sake, dearest!"