 I'm not thinking of anything of the sort. Oh, David, darling, don't be obstinate. Do you think I don't know Paris as well as you do? Never mind. Father's probably right. He isn't right. He's wrong. Go on with your food, sir. Oh, don't be testy, David. It's a sign of age. Jane Sefton, in her scarlet Hispano, swept out of the Rue Saint-Honoré into the Place de la Concorde. That sounds absolutely ridiculous. Why don't you alter it?