 Myra! Oh, this is marvellous! Oh, no, Simon dear, it's too hot. Oh, you look beautifully cool. More than cool, really, but it's not climatic coolness. I've been mentally chilled to the marrow by Judith's attitude. Why, what did she say? Nothing very much. She was bouncing about on the sofa with a hearty young thing in flannels and seemed to resent my appearance, rather. You mustn't take any notice of Mother. I'll try not to, but it's difficult.