I’m having a beautiful time; I don’t know whether you are or not. But I’m going to send you back to that love story. I hope the Recording Angel will give me a white mark for it, or cross out a black one. The goodness of me! I’ve been sitting here trying to strangle my conscience, but you see it isn’t my own–it’s my grandmother’s conscience; you have to respect your grandmother’s conscience. You’ll have to go.