secretly—”
“I know. You'll have to tell her—and make your peace with her.”
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.”
“Master,” she said, “it isn't all sex and stuff between us?”
“No!”
“I can't give up the work. Our work's my life.”
We came upon another long pause.
“No one will believe we've ceased