 You're a darling, and I adore you. And you're very pretty, and I'm madly jealous of you. Are you really? How lovely. You will be nice to Sandy, won't you? Oh, can't he sleep in a little hell? My dear, he's frightfully athletic, and all those hot water pipes will sap his vitality. They'll sap Richard's vitality, too? Oh, he won't notice them. He's probably used to scorching tropical embassies with punkars waving and everything. He's sure to be deadly, anyhow.