(Pulling himself together, holds out his hand to Robert, speaks huskily.) Good luck, old chap, the best of luck!
(Loveday looks proudly at Gordon.)
Robert.
(Claps Gordon’s shoulder with his free hand.) Keep the station going till I come back, sonny.
Gordon.
I will, Robert.
Robert.
If I come back!
Nora.
(Excitedly.) Of course you will. You’ll come back with a V.C., won’t he, lads?