Mother.

[alt_crouch_jr]

I've no idea what you were thinking when you chose to make small talk with Mafalda Hopkirk--and in the presence of forty of your most inquisitive and least circumspect acquaintances over tea at the Wiltonian?--nor what exactly you said to give Hopkirk the impression that I should require a fortnight's leave after Christmas, but I assure you there is no honeymoon excursion in my plans.

I trust this closes the matter.