 You look awfully well, Judith. Rusticating obviously agrees with you. I'm glad you think so. Personally, I feel that a nervous breakdown is imminent. My dear, how ghastly. What's the matter? Nothing's the matter yet, Myra, but I have presentiments. Come upstairs, Sandy, and I'll show you your room. All right. I'll send Simon down to you, Myra. He's shaving, I think, but you won't mind that, will you? No, I suppose I probably won't.