Carter striving busily to stanch half a score of wounds, nodded affirmatively. "It's my last scrap, sir," the Cockney said simply. "Nonsense. We'll pull you through." Carter lied manfully, but the other shook his head in resignation to the inevitable. "She's a lydey you understand but would it be too great a shock to 'er for me to speak to 'er before before I croak?" he stammered wistfully.