"Thank you, Marian. I say, perhaps I should have you speak to my councillors."

"Your Majesty," says Alfred, who has reappeared in the door, "The Prime Minister is waiting."

"Yes, yes, coming," Perry says. He make a more or less futile attempt to tidy his hair. "Sorry to leave you to show yourselves out," he tells Amy and Marian, and follows Alfred off to lunch with the Prime Minister.

Amy watches him go, and then turns back to Marian.

"And that's my Perry."