She leant back against the bookcases under the window.
“We've had some good times, Master;” she said, with a sigh in her voice.
And then for a long time we stared at one another in silence.
“We haven't much time left,” she said.
“Shall we bolt?” I said.
“And leave all this?” she asked, with her eyes going round the room. “And that?” And her head indicated Westminster. “No!”
I said no more of bolting.
“We've got to screw ourselves up to surrender,” she said.
“Something.”
“A lot.”