 Don't you like her? No, dear, I detest her. She's far too old for you, and she goes about using sex as a sort of shrimping net. Really, Mother? It's no use being cross. You know perfectly well I dislike her, and that's why you never told me she was coming until too late to stop her. It's intolerable of you. Whether she's here or not is a matter of extreme indifference to me, but I'm afraid Richard won't like her very much. You're afraid he'll like her too much.