Mrs Wilson, a major crisis has arisen. I've just found out that Mr Weissman won't eat meat and I don't know what to do and I can't ask Mrs Croft. I simply don't dare.

Oh, everything's under control your ladyship. Mr Weissman's valet informed us as soon as he arrived so we've prepared a special version of the soup, he can eat the fish and the hors d'oeuvres, there'll be a welsh rarebit for the game course, I'm not sure what we're going to do about the entree but we'll think of something.

Thank you Mrs Wilson. Ten steps ahead as always. Which one of you is Mr Weissman's valet?

I am, your Ladyship.

Are you indeed. Yes. Well. Thank you for your...[pause while she takes a good look at him] efficiency.