“What are you going to do?”
“Things must take their course. I can’t think what I can do.”
“Are you going to give me up?”
“You must see that you’ll be taken. If there’s a letter.”
“If. If. Oh. Good luck, you.”
“Yes. But think of Olivia. Man. She must go home. You must see that.”
“Yes. But she doesn’t. You know how queer women get at these times. She insists on coming with me.”
“I don’t know. Go and tell her. Go on and tell her, cost what it may.”
“I’ve got to consider her child.”
“Captain Cammock, you’ve got a clear head. What do you say?”