 You only did it to annoy me. He's far too plump and he can't do anything but dither about the embassy and badly cut trousers. You loathe him, really. You know you do. You're too intelligent not to. You couldn't like him and me at the same time. It's impossible. Don't be so conceited. Darling, I adore you. That's right. Oh, but you're callous. That's what it is. Callous. You don't care a damn. You don't love me a bit, do you? Love is a very big word, Simon. No, it isn't. It's tiny.