Dahling! Mwah. Mwah.
I haven't seen you since... ooh, when was it? That's right, at the Henley-Carters' last year, wasn't it?
And how is dear little Imogen?
Really? She's not, is she? Is she? Oh, how marvellous! And the boy?
Oh. I'm sorry, I don't know the name, is he related to the Berkshire Reynoldses? Or perhaps the Sussex Reynoldses? No? I thought perhaps... Which school did he go to?
Ah. No, I don't seem to--- No, sorry, haven't heard of that one, either. Oh, it's a State school? How bourgeois! Perhaps a good University, then? Oxford, or Camb--- Oh, a Polytechnic. I see. And what does he doooo? Is he in banking, perhaps? Law? No, I suppose not, if he didn't go to a Univ----. Oh, a footballer! In the Premier League?
Oh, my dear, whyever didn't you say so? Your Imogen. A WAG! Why, dahling, that's practically royalty!