Oh, I hope they'll quarrel.

I don't think I'd mind anything, if only I was sure they'd never be nearer to each other.

I wish Di would marry Lord Robert.

Perhaps then Ivor would turn to me.

Oh, my God, how I hate her--and all beautiful girls, who spoil the lives of women like me." A shivering fit shook me from head to feet, as I guessed that the time must be coming for Number 13.