[Iris is in her robe, curled very small into one of the big wicker armchairs in her spa.

She's always been a small woman, of course, but her usual demeanour is so much larger than life that she rarely looks it. She doesn't look dramatically red-eyed or weepy, but although she smiles to see Cambridge, she is patently not happy.]

'Ey Doctor Cambridge. Did you bring the whisky or will you 'ave some of mine? 'Ow much 'ave you found out about what 'appened with Roderick and me?