He looked at her, then at Lowbeer. Closed his eyes. Opened them. "Annie Courrèges," he said, "neoprimitivist curator. English, in spite of the name. Daedra met her, with me, at a working lunch in the Connaught. Later, I convinced her that Annie had a flattering theory about the artistic progress of her career. Now Annie is unable to attend her party physically, to her very great regret. But would be delighted to accompany me via," he nodded toward Flynne, "peripheral."