But listen.

You won't--you won't rob me of everything in life, will you?
You won't send David after him ?" Hunterleys smiled reassuringly.
"I can promise you that," he told her.

"This isn't David's job at all.
He has to stick to his post and help out the bluff as a press correspondent.

Don't be afraid, Felicia.

You shall have your David." She seized his hand and kissed it.
"You have been so kind to me always, Sir Henry," she sighed.