An English aristocrat answered the phone in his stately home. The voice on the other end said: "Hello, Nigel, this is Hermione. We met at a party three months ago." "Hermione? Three months ago?" "Yes, it was at Clive's house. After the party you took me home. On the way we parked the Merc and got into the back seat. You told me I was a good sport." "Oh, yes! Hermione! How are you?" "I'm pregnant and I'm going to kill myself!" "I say! You are a good sport!"