"Yet you go and tell Sutton that I've bolted. That I'm a deserter."
"Yes, when it was all over. If you'd got away everybody'd have known. As it is, only Billy and I know; and he's safe."
"You insist that I was trying to get away? I own I thought of it. But one doesn't do everything one thinks of…. No…. Don't imagine I was sick of the war, or sick of Belgium. It's you I'm sick of."
"Me?"
"Yes, you. You had your warning. I told you what would happen if you let me see you wanted me."
"You think you've seen that?"
"I've seen nothing else."
"Once, perhaps. Twice. Once when you came to me on Barrow Hill. And when we were crossing; once. And each time you never saw it."
"Anybody can see. It's in your face. In your eyes and mouth. You can't hide your lust."
"My—'lust.' Don't you know I only cared for you because I'd done with that?"