 Is he coming here? Will you please understand I'm not a child anymore. You can't talk like that to me. I'm not talking to a child. I'm talking to Kathy. My Kathy. Oh, I'm your Kathy. Yes, yes you are. A hundred times you've said so on the moors. Indeed. Well, my moods change indoors and they don't include talking to a stable boy. Kathy, not you. Don't you talk like that. Go away. You had your chance to be something else.