You're lucky, Charles, that you were spared such treatment. I say, now I feel even more rummy about giving you that slap on the cheek. I'll be fine, Charles. Goodness knows I've had worse. Never you mind about it, Charles.
Aunties always have their secrets.
Good night, Charles. Perhaps we'll talk about it some other time. Get some sleep. You look positively grey. Good night, Auntie.