William opened his eyes wide, took a deep breath, and sighed it out, listening clinically to his own lungs. He sat up straighter, though his small hunched body was still overwhelmed by the chair, and looked alertly into the fire. 'I can tell Waterhouse to be careful and he will say, ‘yes, sire,' but it is all meaningless. He will not really be careful until he has something to live for.' William looked Eliza straight in the eye.