"There's nothing going to happen.

You're going to get fat and well again; and live to see him Prime Minister." "I am getting thin, ain't I ?" she said.

"I always wanted to be thin." They both laughed.
"But I shan't see him that, even if I do live," she went on.

"He'll never be that, without you.

And I'd be so proud to think that he would.
I shouldn't mind going then," she added.
Joan did not answer.