"Victory, Michael--victory is a state of mind."
The opportunist had seen his supreme opportunity.
He would have snatched at it in the first week of the War, as he had said, but that Vera had made it hard for him. She was not making it easy now. The dull, dark moth's wings of her eyes hovered about him, fluttering with anxiety.
When she heard that he was going to enlist she sent for Veronica.
Veronica said, "You must let him go."
"I can't let him go. And why should I? He'll do no good. He's over age. He's no more fit than I am."
"You'll have to, sooner or later."
"Later, then. Not one minute before I must. If they want him let them come and take him."
"It won't hurt so much if you let him go, gently, now. He'll tear at you if you keep him."