Myra
Is your father here?
Simon
Yes; he’s working on a new novel.
Myra
He writes brilliantly.
Simon
Doesn’t he? He drinks too much tea, though.
Myra
It can’t do him much harm, surely?
Simon
It tans the stomach.
Myra
Who is Sandy Tyrell?
Simon
Never heard of him.
Myra
He’s here, with Judith.
Simon
Oh, that poor thing with hot hands! We’ll ignore him.
Myra
I thought he looked rather nice.
Simon
You must be mad. He looked disgusting.