RALEIGH ogles the scrumptious little creature.

"Bring little Harvey the Third straight here this instant!" cries Mrs. Standish, squinting at the symphonette. "He's supposed to be filling out the T-bone section!" She glances at Mrs. Coventry and switches to a whisper. "Raleigh, I beseech you. His grandfather is one of our biggest advertisers!"

"Fuck off, Momsy, you mercenary old slag. I'm taking the plunge."

After a few gasps, Mrs. Standish is able to compose herself. She turns to Mrs. Coventry and simpers, "Isn't this adagio pure heaven?"

"Tennis is plenty revolutionary, as my husband always says. After all, what is the net but a barricade?"

Raleigh drops his cell phone, precious stones and all, into a glass of iced tea.

His unhappy mother winces at the resulting burst of static. She hangs up, looks at Mrs. Coventry for a moment, and says, "My god, you're an ignorant bitch."