I've just been complaining about you. Good Lord, why? What have I done? Your lot, I mean. Some of us have had to rusticate ourselves for the season. My milliner has let go three of her girls, and it serves you right if you lose the footman vote too. Miss Wannop! Do you know Mrs Satterthwaite? How do you do? She is our friend Tietjens's mother-in-law. Is that my fame? You know Christopher? Hardly, but I did meet Mr Tietjens last year in Rye. I haven't seen him since. Actually, this tea is for my mother, and I mustn't inflict myself on Mr Waterhouse with my inferior mind and my general incapacity for anything much except motherhood. So, if you'll excuse me. That's not at all what I... That's my first suffragette! Got it! You're Tietjens's feminist. If you're thinking of starting something, I've a good mind to smack your bare bottom! I'm sure you think of little else. You have a nerve showing your face here. I know you're Tietjens's whore. You're all gasping for it, you militant bitches! How dare you say something thing about a man you're not fit to serve as a boot-boy? About him? Good God, the girl's in love!