I would be a counter- agent to the agents of the fait accompli.

In course of time the Government would find out what I was doing, and I should be sent out of the country, but I should have accomplished something, and others would carry on the work.

That is what I would do.

Murrey, even if it is to be a losing battle, fight it, fight it!" Yeovil knew that the old lady was fighting her last battle, rallying the discouraged, and spurring on the backward.
A footman came to announce that the carriage waited to take him back to the station.

His hostess walked with him through the hall, and came out on to the stone-flagged terrace, the terrace from which a former Lady Greymarten had watched the twinkling bonfires that told of Waterloo.
Yeovil said good-bye to her as she stood there, a wan, shrunken shadow, yet with a greater strength and reality in her flickering life than those parrot men and women that fluttered and chattered through London drawing- rooms and theatre foyers.
As the carriage swung round a bend in the drive Yeovil looked back at Torywood, a lone, grey building, couched like a watchdog with pricked ears and wakeful eyes in the midst of the sleeping landscape.