 Sandy what? Tyrrell, dear. Why didn't you tell us, Mother? I did. I've talked of nothing but Sandy Tyrrell for days. I adore Sandy Tyrrell. You never mentioned him. Who is he, Mother? He's a perfect darling and madly in love with me. At least, it isn't me, really. It's my celebrated actress glamour. But it gives me a divinely cosy feeling. I met him at Nora Trent's. Mother, I wish you'd give up this sort of thing.