Poor Mr. Bulstead! He’d have liked that, I suppose? And what about your poor unhappy colonel? And all the other little subalterns?
MONTY
(obstinately)
Still, you ought to have written.
JANET
(quietly)
You never wrote.
MONTY
I couldn’t. You know that. You never would let me. That was why I couldn’t send that note to you to tell you I was going away. You said my letters would be noticed.