 I wish you'd confine your biting irony to your caricatures, Simon. And I wish you'd confine your girlish infatuations to London and not force them on your defenceless family. I should keep him out of your way as much as possible. Do, darling. You called? Clara, has Mother asked anyone down this weekend? I'm sure I don't know, dear. There isn't much food in the house, and Amy's got toothache. I've got some oil of cloves somewhere. Oh, she tried that, but it only burnt her tongue. The poor girl's been writhing about in the scullery like one o'clock.