I don't look to coming back.' His tone was so cheerful and matter-of-fact that it confused her.
'Oh, Basil, don't talk like that!' was all she could find to say.
'Why not?
Of course it's better not to talk about it.

Nobody does.
But just this afternoon--when it's been so jolly--here with you, I thought I'd like to say a word.

Perhaps you'll remember--' He threw another stone, and on the moor beyond the stream she heard the grouse calling.
'Remember what ?' 'That I was quite willing,' he said simply.

'That's all.

It's worth it.' She could say nothing, but presently her hand dropped its pebble and found its way into his, and he had held it without saying a word for a little while.