SYBIL: It’ll be hard to let you go. My last link with home.
BRANSON: Not as hard as it is for me. I know I shouldn’t say it, but I can’t keep it any longer.
SYBIL: I wish you would.
BRANSON: I told myselfand told myself, you’re too far above me; but things are changing. When the war is over, the world won’t be the same palce as it was when it started. And I’ll make something of myself. I promise.
SYBIL: I know you will.
BRANSON: Then bet on me.And if your family casts you off, it won’t be forever. They’ll come around. And until they do, I promise to devote every waking minute to your happiness.
SYBIL: I’m terribly flattered.
BRANSON: Don’t say that.
SYBIL: Why not?
BRANSON: Because “flattered” is a word posh people use when they’re getting ready to say no.
SYBIL: That sounds more like you.
BRANSON: Please don’t make fun of me. It’s cost me all I’ve got to say these things. Right. I’ll go I’ll hand in my notice and I won’t be there when you get back.
SYBIL: No, don’t do that.
BRANSON: I must. They won’t let me stay when they’ve heard what I’ve said.
SYBIL: They won’t hear. Not from me.