 There's going to be a thunderstorm. I felt sick this morning. This is Sandy Tyrrell, everybody. How do you do? Mother, I want you to meet Mr. Gretton. Yes, you were here before, weren't you? Before what, Jane? Before I went out in the pond, Simon. There was someone else here too, a fair girl. There you are. How do you do? Hello. Sit down, Sandy, and eat anything you want. Give Sandy some bread and butter, Simon. Here you are. Thanks.