Elizabeth was between laughter and tears.
"Even if I am a German spy, Bobby?"
"Even if you're a German spy," he whispered fiercely. "But you're not. You couldn't be. You're too honest—and true."
"Honest and true, Bobby," Elizabeth whispered, clinging to him—I guessed. "But you don't know what a woman can do. If I were a German spy, I should be doing just this—to worm your secrets out of you."
There was a silence.
"Do it again," he said, "—German spy!"
She did it again—I guessed.
"I'm only," she whispered, half-crying on his shoulder, "practising wireless on the Arcadia. You knew that, Bobby, didn't you?"
Eve touched my arm, and we began to withdraw soundlessly.
"And, oh, Bobby," Elizabeth went on, "I'm afraid that you—that you may not come back. Those destroyers are—but I'm proud of you, so proud!"