She drew back. "Yes, yes, after the Speech. But now—the Secret!"
"There will be no speech—that is the secret."
She drew away from him altogether. "No speech!" she gasped.
"None save to your adorable ear—and the moonlit waters. Woodham has lent us his yacht—"
"In the middle of a Cabinet Crisis?"
"Which concerns me less than anybody." And he beamed happily.
"Less than anybody?" she repeated.
"Yes—since it is my resignation that makes the crisis."
She fell back into a chair, white and trembling. "You have resigned!"
"For ever. And now, hey for the great round, wonderful world! Don't you hear our keel cutting the shimmering waters?"