'Take care, George,' Toby said. 'Go well, hear me?'
Smiley heard Toby's team leave one by one until only Peter Guillam remained. Walking a short way back along the embankment, almost to where the cross stood, Smiley took another look at the bridge, as if to establish whether anything had changed, but clearly it had not, and though the wind appeared a little Stronger, the snow was still swirling in all directions.
Peter Guillam touched his arm.
'Come on, old friend,' he said. 'It's bedtime.'
From long habit, Smiley had taken off his spectacles and was absently polishing them on the fat end of his tie, even though he had to delve for it among the folds of his tweed coat.
'George, you won,' said Guillam as they walked slowly towards the car.
'Did I?' said Smiley. 'Yes. Yes, well I suppose I did.'
END