 I don't know what you mean, Simon. You were being beautiful and sad. But I am beautiful and sad. You're not particularly beautiful, darling, and you never were. Never mind. I made thousands think I was. And as for being sad... Oh, now, Simon, I will not be dictated to like this. If I say I'm sad, I am sad. You don't understand because you're precocious and tiresome. There comes a time in all women's lives... Oh, dear. What did you say, Sorrel?