[ His expression is pure irritation and it's making her hysteria slightly worse. Every time she glances his way her breath catches and she has to smother the giggles behind her palm. ]

Oh darling, you clearly haven't been out in London in the middle of April. You call that rain? [ She's just tugging on his proverbial pigtails right now. It's like she can't help herself. ] And besides, Mr. Jarvis thinks crawling along ten miles under the speed limit is a lark. I wanted the wind in my hair, I didn't want to feel my cells literally ageing.

[ The waitress returns with two cups and a steaming silver pot of coffee. Peggy's smile only widens. ] Oh, you're a saint, thank you.