“But you may be hurt!”
“I may have one chance to fight for my country,” he said, rather grimly. “Don't begrudge me that.” But he added: “I'll not be hurt. The thing will blow up as soon as it starts.”
“You don't really believe that, do you?”
“I know they'll never get into the city.”
But as he moved away she called him back, more breathlessly than ever, and quite white.
“I don't want you to go without knowing—Willy, do you remember once that you said you cared for me?”
“I remember.” He stared straight ahead.
“Are you—all over that?”
“You know better than that, don't you?”
“But I've done so many things,” she said, wistfully. “You ought to hate me.” And when he said nothing, for the simple reason that he could not speak: “I've ruined us both, haven't I?”