So you’ll run away with me. I know you have your reservations and don’t want to offend anyone, my prince. You don’t want to speak out, lest you be shunned by the family. But I desperately need you to be strong.
And so she took a deep breath and struggled to open with her sinister hand (she was a southpaw) the drawer that always stuck shut, and, with her free hand, groped intangibly for his ruby sequined collar, found it, jammed a few treats in the pocket of her mackintosh, clamped his slender neck, and left resolutely by the back door.