But never mind Leo or Miss Beaumont either: what are we to do about us?’ Daizell flopped back on the bed. ‘That – I want to say, it’s up to you. You’re the one with responsibilities, and power, and money.’ ‘No. That won’t work. You can’t feel as though it’s my life and you’re an addendum to it, still less that I have all the power. I don’t want all the power.
