While Lola checked his voice mail, I took the mobile from a new handbag-bagel from Vuitton. No missed calls. Well, it is not present in this room, I said to myself in consolation. Then I called the hotel and asked if me messages. The clerk kept me on the line for about a minute - Maurice Chevalier came in trills "Thank providence for little girls" while I waited - and then came back and reported that a large basket of orchids from Chanel is waiting for me in my room. - Oh, - I said hesitantly, thanked her and hung up. Wait a minute: Chanel's house acted so cute, and I disappointed? Do I have ceased to excite the fashion priorities?