"If there is time, Alan, we can be quietly married," she said.
"I shall try and make time. I must run no risks."
"Risks of what?"
"Losing you."
"That can never be now. You will not lose me. I may lose you," and she shivered.
"I'm not going to be killed, wounded perhaps. What if I come home minus an arm, or a leg, or with a mutilated face? You might wish to cry off our compact. I can't risk that, Eve; I want to make sure of you," he said earnestly.
"And do you for a moment suppose that would make any difference?" she asked.
"No, I don't, although I said as much. I have great faith in you."
They talked over the future for a long time. When he rose to go, he said:
"Remember, if there is time we are to be married before I leave for
France."