the beds are lumpy. the food's atrocious. i wasn't asking about the accommodation. the bannermans arrived yesterday. the honorable john mowbray and his wife came this morning, and the gilberts are here. what about miss harwood? yesterday evening. why the interest in her? and how about our host--mrs. ellis? she hasn't said anything. i see. guy! oh, my dear guy. how very good to see you. and you. stanley, the bags. you're just in time for lunch. oh, good. margaret: now, tell me, how are things in london? rather too cosmopolitan at the moment, i'm afraid. we're having a lot of refugees being forced on us right, left, and center-- dutch, belgians, but also slavs, latins, and all the rest of it. there are streets in paddington and bloomsbury that you would hardly recognize. oh, you'll soon point that right. absolutely. with your help, margaret. [soft laughter] oh. oh, hang on. i don't know how you do it, christopher. what's that, your fourth? yeah. if i don't take something home for tea, i'll be shot. well, you can have one or 2 of these. that's cheating. oh. well, i've