"I was thinking of those Belgian women, and the babies--and England; so safe, Frank; so disgustingly safe."
"I know. Leaving the children in the burning house?"
(She had said that once and he had remembered.)
"You can do more for them by staying in England--I'm asking you to take the hardest job, really."
"It isn't; if it's what you want most."
He had risen. He was going. His hands were on her shoulders, and they were still discussing it as if it were the most momentous thing.
"Of course," she said, "I won't go if you feel like that about it. I want you to fight comfy. You mustn't worry about me."
"Nor you about me. I shall be all right. Remember--it's your War, too--it's the biggest fight for freedom--"
"I know," she said.
And then: "Have you got all your things?"