 You're rather a dear, you know. I'm not. I'm devastating, entirely lacking in restraint. No. So, Simon, it's father's and mother's fault, really. You see, they're so vague. They've spent their lives cultivating their arts and not devoting any time to ordinary conventions and manners and things. I'm the only one who sees that, so I'm trying to be better. I'd love to be beautifully poised and carry off difficult situations with a lift of the eyebrows. I'm sure you could carry off anything.