Chaliapin was an unbridled force of nature and he'd fallen in love with my mother, and he went when she was doing The Miracle in London, he went to see it on the matinee performance. He'd seen it a hundred times before, I think, but he went again because he loved it. And he came... burst into her dressing room the moment it was over and my mother was sitting at her make-up table rubbing cold cream all over her face and getting the make-up off and all that. And Chaliapin in his excitement seized her hand and in order to show her the state of his immense excitement, clamped it to his groin. And my mother said, 'Feodor, what are you doing? My dresser's here, my father's arriving in a minute, everybody's going to arrive! Take it away.' So he took it away. So then several people did arrive and she saw, to her horror, there was a huge sort of white hand, of the prophet... the Hand of Fatima all over the front of Chaliapin's trousers made of white cold cream or vanishing cream or something like that. She said it was one of the most embarrassing moments of her life.