 That's quite, quite magnificent, dear. Now, what are we going to start with? You and Alfred in the second act? Oh, God, I was so awful in that scene yesterday. Just an old, stodgy Scandinavian pudding. I thought you were so excellent. No, no, no, I was awful. Dreadful. I didn't sleep a wink all night tossing about and turning I was and pacing the floor. Do you know what he did to me at 4.30 this morning? I tremble to think. His whole first act and then we cooked some eggs.