An encouraging voice answers her.
‘No, no, not yet. I’ve left word for Dixon to whistle when go I must.’
‘All is ended.’
‘Now, then, you promised to be gay. We were to help one another.’
‘Yes, Kenneth.’
‘It’s bad for me, but it’s worse for you.’
‘The men have medals to win, you see.’
‘The women have their medals too.’ He knows she likes him to order her about, so he tries it again.
‘Come here. No, I’ll come to you.’ He stands gaping at her wonderingly. He has no power of words, nor does he quite know what he would like to say. ‘God!’
‘What is it, Kenneth?’