 I thought I'd check up on you, Mr. Carteret, since you didn't appear well last night. I suppose I had a bit much to drink. My gratitude, of course, for seeing me home. Do you recall that I now accompany you home, Nellie, every evening? Yes. Yes. It's a bad habit, this drinking bit. And you're a good fellow for helping out an old soldier. With your daughter in grief and son-in-law gone, someone must see to it. But I beseech you...