"Her mouth is all wrong."
"Glass houses, Vivette—you've nothing but your figure and the noise you make."
"You agree with Peter?"
"Not entirely. Lady Mary's good for a queen."
"She's the most beautiful woman in the world," Peter insisted.
"You're wrong, Peter. I saw the most beautiful woman in the world four days ago."
"This is interesting," said Vivette.
"It was in the boat from Havre. I saw at once how beautiful she was and looked after her. She is now at Claridge's and refuses to see me. I think she's from Brittany. Maddened by her extreme loveliness, I indiscreetly dreamed she might come to our dinner."
"Just as we are sending Peter safely out of harm's way," exclaimed Vivette. "You must have lost your senses."
"I have."