"When the war ends I shall probably no longer be Willifred Hardy." My heart beat like a trip-hammer; I could hear it in the silence.
"The man yonder ?" She bent her head.
"You will not," my voice firm with swift conviction.

"If that is all, I am not afraid.

If you loved him would you be standing here even to say a word of farewell?
Whatever pledge may be between you, on your part it is not love.

You cannot deny this--not to me! Yes, and you are already beginning to know him.

Remember, I have had to listen to some conversation between you--I know his style.