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Stallion

And the prince gave the princess a chase.

And she worked with a start, as if she'd been to sleep only the night before, and not a hundred years ago.

Did she like the prince when she saw him?

Oh, yes darling, she liked him very much indeed.

And did she tell him so?

Oh, no darling, ladies, don't tell gentleman things like that.

At least not until they've known each other very long time.

Must get home to dinner, I suppose. I shall get a thorough scolding if I'm late.

Then you mustn't be late.

I don't think it's being disloyal to say that I'd much rather stay here, you know.

Should you like that, Mrs. Judgeley?

I should have to get to know you a lot better before I answered that, Colonel.

Yes.

Right.

Damn this thing.

Boy, language.

Now listen, you'll be late home for dinner, and you know where you get if you are.

Not a child.

Besides, I've got another show to do.

Oh, bother the show.

I've got a surprise for you.

Oh, what?

I've written to you about it. You should have it tomorrow.

Well, can't you tell me now?

No. Now I can't.

Why not?

Dinner. Listen, if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't get home at all.

And they lived together in their lovely palace and were happy ever after.

That'll be the power. I'll send them up to say goodnight to you, and then you must go straight to sleep.

Goodnight, Beatrice.

Goodnight, Daddy.

Goodnight, Narnia.

I don't want to hear that you've given Miss Flynn any trouble at all.

Or that never any trouble the little angels.

Bless them.

Where's the nut?

You're late.

What on earth have you been?

Not as late as father.

Evidently.

Oh, sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I've got caught up.

It's not for myself, I'm fine, but it does make things very difficult for Mrs Newton in the kitchen.

Yes, my dear, I know.

Now, you must be quick and say goodnight to the children.

They won't sleep until you do, and then Miss Flynn will find them crutches in the morning.

Of course.

Yes, Beatrice. Me, Ariel, you make it down.

Go with Miss Flynn like good little girls.

Learn your nice lessons.

I'll be back in a minute.

Learn your nice lessons.

There.

Me now, me now.

Father, you'll not forget your appointment with Dr. Matley.

He struck me quite concerned about that writing spring.

No, I can't forget.

Godfrey, aren't you going to be late for your grammar?

No, I'm a mom.

Today's private study, Ma'am.

The post, Mr. Dilla.

Thank you, lad, Brooke.

And we please, Miss Cook, present your compliments.

We would appreciate a word with you at your convenience.

Very well, lad, Brooke.

Will you tell I'll be down immediately?

I promise.

Two for you, Father.

Two for you, Godfrey.

Thank you.

One for me.

Shall you be at home for lunch and father?

What?

No.

Now I shall.

Very well.

Make sure you eat, properly.

I shall be home.

And as hungry as a hunter.

Oh, you.

If eating were part of your exam, you'd pass him to the foreign office top of the list.

I shouldn't tease Adela too much.

She's taken her role as Lady of the House very seriously in the years,

since your mother died.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

She's the lady of the house very seriously in the years, since your mother died.

I know, Father.

I never push it too far, but I sometimes wonder if she doesn't.

After all, she's only a slipper for girl.

She should be out and about.

Enjoying herself.

No.

I believe she is enjoying herself.

Have you noticed how she does everything the way mother used to do?

I mean, to the last detail, I think it's got something to do with keeping her memory alive.

I think that she loved her more than any of us, if that were possible.

There was love and despair in his eyes when my Elizabeth was alive.

I don't think you can measure it out like that.

How's the study in having a long?

Very good, Tre.

Well, if we'll go to the Foreign Office, it'd have done much better in the Army.

I'm not the brightest chap ever to sit a horse.

Yet I made Colonel.

What could you have done?

A colonel's qualities comes out under fire. I shouldn't be too fond of that.

Rubbish.

Oh, my God.

It's the silliest thing in the world, I know, but I really do feel rather nervous at the prospect of meeting your children tonight.

I don't see why. I've met him before.

Oh, that was merely a hot song. A flick of the glove. No more.

They're the most amiable youngsters in the world.

All the same. And Charles, do you suppose you could all stay on a little after the other guests have gone?

I'd like to get to know him better on my own ground, as it were.

Nothing simpler.

And if it could appear spontaneous?

I do believe you're a scheming woman.

Oh!

Cut me.

You remember Mrs. Churchley?

That huge great woman who called here last month.

Oh, yes. A widow of an Army friend of Father's Ironman.

Well, I saw Father coming out of Mrs. Churchley's.

Well, he was paying a courtesy call.

Well, that's what makes it so odd he couldn't have been.

Why not?

Because we're all going to dinner at Mrs. Church's tonight.

What is the point of making a courtesy call the same day?

I don't know, Addy. No, do I very much care. More concerned with the war of succession at the moment than with your Mrs. Churchley.

They may well amount to the same thing.

What?

Oh, won't you stay a little longer? People don't rush off so early these days. It's too absurd.

I feel quite deserted.

I believe there is a lot on this evening.

Oh, where are you going on?

Oh, we don't do that sort of thing. We still rather...

Well, a little bit in mourning, you know.

Oh, yes, of course.

Surely you must be going on somewhere yourself.

Yes, you must have a lot of places.

I'll give them all up for you.

Oh, do stay a little. I always think this is such a nice hour.

One can really talk.

It wouldn't be fair on you.

Oh, allow me to be the judge of what is fair to me.

Be it on your head.

They do sit down.

It's the only time to have any talk.

I find this the restless hour. I think I'll wander a little.

Please, excuse me.

I must say your son is the perfect gentleman.

A deader is sweet, too.

Yes, she. Where she arrived from.

Not being an American or Australian.

Where did she get that loud voice?

What are you talking about? There's nothing wrong with her voice.

She's so loud. Can't you see she's the kind of person

who'd refer to you as the perfect little gentleman?

Yes.

And as to this being the nicest time, I think it's quite the

poorest and the whole of London.

The flight of guest staff to dinner.

The panic fear of being left alone with one's host and hostess.

It wakes ladies up in the night with a shame of being the last to go.

You are such a strange little old young thing.

Sometimes I don't know what to make of you.

Anyway, tonight's my night for mugging up my French. I ought to go.

You slip away. They won't mind.

Oh, well, I would better make my apologies.

That's all right. I'll do it for you.

I don't want to peer rude.

You'll never get away. They keep you here all night.

Yes, I suppose you're right.

Well, you won't make my apologies for me, weren't you?

I'll come up and see you and Father and I get back.

My, you are a puzzle and no mistake.

It's God's regard?

He asked me to make his apologies.

Oh, dear. I was still looking forward to talk with him.

He evidently felt his studies were more vital.

He's preoccupied with his books.

Scarcely thinks of anything else.

Oh, he enjoys casual social contacts,

but he feels they have no importance in his life.

I have no words to say.

The only thing he needs for you is...

The only thing he needs to know is...

Casio's social context, but he feels they have no importance in his life.

Never mind. We still have you.

Yes. We can be relaxed and exchange views, I mean.

What would you like to exchange views about?

You have a sick work all the way back in the carriage.

There's nothing to say. Good night.

Good night, Father.

Hey, you may lock up, Lebrock.

How'd he run this? Good night, Miss?

Good night, Lebrock.

Father's going to marry her.

What are you talking about?

Well, you saw it with your own eyes. He's in love with her.

She's in love with him, they'll arrange it.

Oh, they seem pretty fond of each other. That's what I saw.

No. He knows that I know. He also knows that I disapprove.

He's angry with me. He didn't kiss me good night.

Oh, Addie, you and your subtleties and signs, really.

We're a kissing family. You know that more than ever since Momo died.

She left behind as such a passion of regret.

It's been almost as if we're kissing each other. We're a little bit kissing her too.

Perhaps that's another reason why he wouldn't kiss me tonight.

He knows he's going to betray her.

I say.

He mustn't do that, must he?

Oh, think of her. Think of her.

Yes, yes, you ought to think of my ma.

To such a woman as that after her.

It's like an insult to her.

It is if he denied her.

It is if it has struck he rubbed out all their years of happiness together.

Think of what she did for him.

For all of us.

Gentle kind, beautiful angel.

It's very young.

This does no good, you know.

You remember what the princess wrote to further afterwards?

She never writes to anyone.

A soft distinction gladdened all of London.

Yes, yes. They were awfully happy.

Well, I suppose he's not happy now, that's all.

Of course he isn't any more than you are, I are.

It's dreadful of him to want to be.

Well, don't make yourself miserable until you're sure.

I am sure. I can see you quite clearly now.

He's been to see her every day since she called here.

Every afternoon when I thought he was at his club.

He's just like a club anyway.

Rather inferior one.

What do you mean by that?

He's large. Manish, showy.

What, dare say she's all right?

All right, take darling, my ma's place.

Does it where she used to sit to lay our horrible hands on her things?

Well, I mean, nothing will come of it.

Not if we do our duty.

Our duty?

You must speak to him.

You must tell him how we feel that we can never forgive him, that we can't endure it.

He'll say I'm impertinent.

To plead for her memory.

Well, he'll say to some of my business.

Addy, there are certain things that men do, or one has no right to say.

Then you believe he'll do it.

I didn't say that.

Enough of heaven's sake, go to bed and stop worrying.

I'll speak to him.

Don't cry out until you're hard.

Wait until he speaks to you.

He won't, he won't.

He'll do it without telling us.

He'll bring our home in the night like a great street lamp, and the first thing we'll know

should be standing up in the drawing room, shining at the ceiling.

Is Mrs. Churchley very rich?

I haven't got the least idea.

What's that got to do with it anyway?

Well, she certainly lives as if she were.

She's got a lot of showy things, certainly, but then so is the bar of the Trocadero.

Yes, sir, we'll have to keep our eyes open.

Enough of heaven's sake, let me get on.

Oh, why did my mom leave us?

Why?

Yes, yes, why indeed?

It's five days since we've dined at Mrs. Churchley's.

Have you called on, Agar?

No, indeed.

Why should I?

Don't you know why I call on people after you've dined with them?

Yes, within the course of time.

I don't rush off within the week.

Then you will please rush off tomorrow.

She is to dine with us on the 12th.

See?

I should expect your sisters to come down.

To a dinner party.

No, it's not to be a dinner party.

It's a family party.

I simply wish the girls to meet Mrs. Churchley.

Is there to be nobody else there?

Godfrey, of course.

Well, if that's not an announcement of impending marriage, I don't know what is.

I don't know why you haven't been to see her, I have.

What? Why not? Did you do that?

What? Father told me who wished it.

Then he has told you.

Tell me what?

Of their engagement, of course. What else can all this mean?

Well, not exactly, but do you know she improves on closer acquaintance?

I like her.

Like her?

Yes, she's very kind, really.

To thrust herself upon us when we hate her. Is that what you call kind?

I don't hate her.

I'm so glad you called, my dear.

I do believe in keeping in touch when there's an affinity, don't you?

Have you been in London long, Mrs. Churchley?

Oh, about a year, I suppose.

Milk?

No milk and no sugar.

Oh.

I usually take it with a slice of lemon.

Then you shall have some money.

No, it's a no consequence.

Oh, but you know, please don't bother. I was wrong to mention it.

Oh.

You were saying?

But, London?

Oh, my late husband and I are both from Staffordshire.

My family have extensive interests in the potteries.

Of course, we came up here quite often, but it wasn't until after he died I decided to make a set at it.

Get a set.

Oh, take it seriously.

Settle down here. Take up society.

Had you known my father before?

It hit him once at a hunt ball years ago.

Bet him again at the hayworths a few months ago, and I felt it home with him right away.

Now, that's what I mean about her finnities.

Oh, a piece of cake.

I try not to eat too much cake.

Oh.

Have to keep your strength up, you know.

It must be a lot of work. That big house for a delicate little lady like you.

I'm stronger than I look.

Still.

Looking after two, how can great men and the two little chicks end the staff?

When do you get any time to yourself?

I get all I need.

I like to think that I'm carrying on where my mother left off.

I feel very close to her. I feel she approves.

It's almost like a sacred trust.

Very touching.

My father and my brother and the children feel the same.

We feel it most in the summer in our old-day house in the country.

We're so happy there, with the air of summer, the haunted rooms and my Mars garden and the talking oaks and the nightingales.

Mother left behind a special sort of fragrance in the house.

We all try to preserve it.

One sure you do.

And you're created in your own house too, when you get married and have your own little chicks.

I don't suppose I shall ever get married.

But that's why I like the country. I can train for old age with my gardening.

I'm determined not to depend upon wist.

That's the greatest philosophy for a young girl I've ever heard.

I know perfectly well what my future will be.

Little garden of my own under a hill, while I spend most of my old age on my knees, with an apron, stout gloves and a trow, steeped in the comfort of being thought mad.

That of course will be after my duty to the family is over.

If the potter is this chock, you would be known as a card.

Have you ever seen a picture of Mama?

Wasn't she lovely?

I just know that I can never compete with her.

Had eyes that looked right through you, with very dark hair, and an evil laugh.

And she ate everything that crossed her path, right down to the bones.

But her favorite delicacy of war was little girls.

She hunted them down on a big black horse, and she crunched them up, boons and all.

When she went to London. Yes, tell us where she got to go.

Well, soon, you, Gris, had eaten all the little girls in Transylvania, but she was still hungry.

So, one day, she packed up all her belongings, her jewels and her rings, of which she had many.

And she came to live in London.

Everybody thought she was an ordinary lady.

They didn't know that she was an oagress because they didn't know that the sign of an oagress is a big red ring on the middle finger of the left hand.

Well, they started inviting her to their houses, and she started visiting them, looking around for little girls to crunch her chicks, as she called them.

And that's all for tonight.

Oh, Ma, Ma, Ma, Ma.

No, no, it's time for sleepybyes now the way Ma would have wanted.

Now, if you settle down and be good girls, next time I'll tell you how she got on in London.

Goodnight, baby.

Goodnight, Daddy.

Goodnight, Nia.

Excuse me, Mr. Della, but do you think these stories are wise?

They've had nightmares the last couple of nights.

You may be right, Miss Flynn.

Sonya, I remember my adored being terrified when I was there, age.

It's just that you're so good at it.

When you make it sound so real, or they won't need any storytelling tomorrow night, they'll be so tired by the time they've been down to dinner, they'll fall asleep on the way back upstairs.

There's nothing wrong with France that couldn't be cured by getting rid of the French.

What a preposterous and typically military statement.

Oh, he's just been provocative.

Well, if that's the kind of thing I'm to expect from the army when I join the foreign service.

Oh, don't be so pompous, Godfrey. You'll be emptying waste paper baskets for the first five years.

I believe they have a tendency to throw their young men into deep water straight away these days.

Oh, heaven help the poor empire. Godfrey's going to be thrashing about out of his depth.

Beware, Sister of Mine. You're still not too old to have your hair pulled, you know.

Let's see you try.

Remind me of my own brother, Godfrey. He used to bully me unmercifully, and so one day I learned how to cope with him.

Hurry. Do you tell me how?

I learned how not to cry.

Beatrice, Muriel, sit up straight, slumping his bag for the digestion.

Yes, weeping is not an excuse for the feminine reaction, you know.

Some of the bravest men I've known are from action.

Tumtas, during an action. Fighting night tight, tears screaming down their faces.

Never understood it myself, but never thought into the lesser or fellow officer of oil.

We finally fussed one out in Lartis cops, very like thunder, right across five-mile bottom.

Caught, killed and blooded, the other side of paddock wood.

You much of a huntsman, are you Godfrey?

Oh, I used to do a bit, you know, but I don't have so much time now,

what with all this cramming and other worries.

Poor old boy. More it is to have the cares and burdens of plenty, I'm on shoulders.

Never you, my own Godfrey. I've got a sympathetic air if your hotness father hasn't...

I've seen you on a great big horse in the row.

Is that the one you do your hunting on?

Oh no, I've several others in the country.

They can run down anything I should think.

Not much can escape me.

Oh dear, is this a silly pub not your liking, Mrs. Treci?

Oh dear, no.

It's just that I'm not really a pudding person.

I can see that you're one of the world's carnivores.

I don't know.

You'll frighten the children with words like that.

Don't be silly. What it means is meat eater.

If they're finished, you may get down.

It's long past your bedtime.

Say goodnight to daddy.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Ready to go, Tre?

I'll be back.

I'm sorry.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

And to Mrs. Churchley?

Come on, say goodnight to Mrs. Churchley.

Don't be silly, say goodnight.

Goodnight, goodnight.

And a big kiss for me too.

Oh, there's my little chicks.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I've never known them do anything like that before.

If you'll excuse me, I'll put them to bed myself.

You don't understand it.

Children are usually very fond of me.

It's just nerves. They're all good over it.

Kind of just here, Colonel. I'll see who's after having them.

Don't blame me.

I didn't shudder at the sight of that.

I've got more self-control.

Anyways, isn't it natural that little girls used to mamauge

should take an alarm view of Mrs. Churchley?

I do.

You've always been far too clever for me and these kind of things.

But I can tell you, it nearly ruined everything.

I mean, nearly.

Mrs. Church was very hurt and very upset.

What was everything?

Very engagement, of course.

Do you mean they've told you?

Father did.

What did you say to him?

Nothing. I said nothing. There's nothing to say.

Is that how it strikes you?

He asked me to talk to her.

To talk to her?

To tell her I was glad.

Did you? Did you?

Yes, I said something.

She kissed me like it is her.

How could you?

It seemed like the thing to do.

When?

When you were upstairs.

Well, why hasn't Father told me?

He knows what your reaction will be.

He's not looking forward to it.

He wanted you to prepare the ground.

Yes, you could say that.

He'll tell you tomorrow.

God, I pray, my dear brother, you seem very busy in this affair.

You're a positive matchmaker.

I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean.

When Mrs. Churchley first came up, you were in agreement with me

that the thought of her taking a Mars place was intolerable.

I don't think I ever went that far.

Now, suddenly, you can't wait for them to get married.

Will you let me get on with my work?

The exam's on the 23rd and I'm very far behind.

You've always lost your exams. Everybody says you're brilliant.

Why are you so far behind?

Well, I guess, Dan, that's all.

No, will you let me go?

Yes.

It's all part of the same thing, isn't it?

Well, what?

The worry that's stopping you from working.

Your sudden enthusiasm about the marriage they're connected.

Aren't they?

You're in trouble in some way.

Rather than sister, God, for the only husband and wife is close to that.

You can't keep secrets from me.

All I know about young men is that if they're in trouble, it's either money or a woman.

Is it money, Godfrey?

Is that why you asked if Mrs. Churchley was rich?

Where did you meet her?

At a music course, she's a dancer.

Will the child be yours?

Yes.

Father doesn't know.

Why didn't you tell me?

You're worse than he is over things like that.

So you were going to ask for Mrs. Churchley's help?

I was working my way around to it.

She won't see me.

Well, have you replied her letter?

No.

But that's why she's here.

She wants something in nighting first.

Well, I knew I'd have to tell someone in the end and I thought,

Mrs. Churchley is a woman of the world, sympathetic, and if I'm to be her stepson,

she might agree to buy the girl off.

Father would never have to know anything about it.

And it was for that you were prepared to see Mrs. Churchley married.

Oh, no.

I'm sorry.

It must have been dreadful for you.

Will you promise me something?

What?

Will you leave Miss Lola's skin at me?

To you, what can you do?

Oh, all I ask is that once I've settled the problem,

you will raise no further objections to my disposal, Mrs. Churchley.

Have I your word?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Mrs. Churchley, have I your word?

My word, yes.

But what about father?

Father's wrong.

I'm ashamed of him and that is horrible.

Father must be saved from himself.

Oh, stop worrying.

Get on with your work.

I want to see you pass out top of the list.

Good morning, Father.

Morning, my dear.

I have a piece of news for you that will probably shock your feeling as you do about

things.

I don't know if God has mentioned anything.

Fact is, I'm going to marry Mrs. Churchly.

Yes, yes, I know.

I'm so sorry.

It's silly of me.

After all, it's your life.

I hope you'll be very happy.

The poor is going to marry Mrs. Churchly.

What the fuck is wrong with those children?

Mrs. Churchly is the kindest, most gentle woman in the world.

All she wants is to make them happy.

Who plays to see you?

I'm Adela Chod.

Well, I've heard of sent in a boy to do a man's job, but this is the first time I've ever known anyone.

Send a girl, but I think you'll find that I'm perfectly confident to do it.

Would you mind if I sit down?

You claim to be carrying my brother's child?

Yes, I am.

I've forgotten.

Nearly three months.

Well, if you come to town, which, having just watched the violence of your performance, I would think is very...

You seem to know an awful lot about it.

For, er, an oit-t-t-t-t-bit.

I do a great deal of voluntary work at the Islington maternity hospital.

Oh, I see. You, er, el-pout.

As I say, if you do not miscarry first, I will arrange for you to have the finest bed and the finest obstetrician in the hospital.

I will see that the child is adopted into an excellent family immediately afterwards, and I will give you an ex-gratier payment of a hundred pounds.

That, erm, all very fine.

Bye, doesn't suit me.

I don't want to give my baby away.

I'm planning marriage with your brother.

Is that the question?

Out of the question!

Is it?

Your darling Godfrey is going in for the diplomatic, isn't he?

I mean, how would it look if this lot got out?

It would hurt his career quite badly. It would reflect upon his taste and his judgement.

You are, on the other hand, being married to you would wreck his career completely.

Be honest, Miss Skinner. Can you see yourself at an ember-sera-ception in Paris?

Well, you're a little baggy.

You're a jolly-tick.

You'd stick out like a cockatoo at a funeral.

Now listen, Miss.

But you're intelligent enough to know that.

I'm therefore obliged to assume that this talk of marriage is only a bargaining counter to try and get the price up.

Now listen here! What right have you got, eh?

Come in here, talking to me like that. I know, dear.

I know I'm a working girl, but I've got my values. Don't you worry.

I'd like to be married, or I'd like to be married just like anybody else.

And your darling brother. He promised me marriage. Otherwise...

Well, otherwise I'll just couldn't have done it, see? I couldn't have done it.

You've surrendered your virtue.

That I believe is a phrase you would use in court.

Suitably embellished us now with those really very convincing tears.

There be streaming, dear. Don't you fear?

I'll increase the payment to two hundred pounds.

There's, sir, nothing doing.

Miss Lady Bird, I've got bigger fish to fry.

I told you I did a great deal of voluntary work.

Naturally I have friends in wards of other London hospitals.

British straws, people like that.

What's that got to do with that?

Well, so far against L-skinner Miss, eccentric dancer.

I've got three illegitimate births. One miscarriage, one emergency operation,

after a nasty accident, the hands of an old woman in Hammersmith.

The surrender value of your virtue, Miss Skinner, has been declining steadily for years.

I'll take the two hundred.

It's no longer an offer. You'll take one hundred...

150?

125.

Well, that's what I'll reckon is about fair anyway.

I know.

We'll shake on it.

Shake on it.

And, uh, since it is my brother's baby, I take it that it is.

It really is.

Well, I would like to see it properly adopted, unless, of course, you wish to keep it yourself.

Well, if it's got the family blood, um, perhaps I'll better.

Eh?

Well, we'll talk about it later.

Goodbye.

I have your sweetheart.

But tell me, how did you do it?

That is no concern of yours, brother dear.

The simple fact is she won't trouble you again.

Oh, the relief.

Oh, Hammersmith, you knew how this has been hanging over me.

And now, like Mephistophely, is I come for your promise.

What promise?

To help me with Mrs Cathedral.

I said, I didn't say I would help you. I said I wouldn't interfere.

Oh, you're joining the right service, brother dear.

So you do not interfere. You give me a free hand. Is that accepted?

What are you going to do?

It's better that you shouldn't know.

They say it's a very daring place.

Yes, well, if that means what I think it means, we may be earlier than we expect.

Oh, don't be such an old Philistine, daddy.

You just make your fiancé sit it out, Caroline. It'll do him good.

Oh, your dress looks good.

Oh, sweet.

Mm, these damned Scandinavians.

Have a lovely time.

Both of you.

Didn't he serve, Mr. Della?

Other time criticising, but you seem to have changed your tune lately.

Oh?

You just make your fiancé sit it out, Caroline. It'll do him good.

Good for my dear child. If you were to succeed in a foreign office,

you must learn to look behind appearances.

If you mean to say that you haven't fought them for her bon amis, I did.

I hate her.

And they'll be laced here and sat in there, and then quite a dabbard embroidery down the front here.

Oh, it's very pretty.

You look absolutely ravishing in it.

Oh, Della. I can't tell you how glad I am that we'd get on.

I didn't think we were going to at first.

I make haste slowly as the best recipe for friendship, Caroline.

Strange. You gave me a funny feeling.

You were twice my age instead of the off-of-way brown.

I suppose I had to grow up quickly in order to cope with certain things.

What sort of things, my dear?

Oh, I'm a mar dying, my having to take care of the household.

Yes, of course. Your mar's death must have been a great shock to all of you.

It was as if the sun had gone out.

The children seemed not to have recovered from it, even now they're so nervous.

And they still haven't taken to me. It's most disconcerting.

Well, perhaps they don't want to get too fond of anyone else in case they lose her, too.

No fear of that. I'm as strong as all.

Oh, so was my mar. Oh, she was graceful and fragile, but she had a wonderful constitution.

That's why it was so unexpected. In one way.

Oh, altogether, in every way. Oh, this is very fine. What's it for?

I'm considering it for the dining room curtains.

Oh, maybe the curtains in here.

It seems an odd time to redecorate. There's only another month to the wedding,

and then Father will bring you home to us.

Can you keep a secret?

I have high hopes of persuading your father. We should all live here.

Well, it's so much bigger, and I too like to have space around me.

What about all my most things?

Oh, bless your heart. We'll fit them in somehow.

The best of them anyway.

Yes, I see.

Mrs. Church, she tells me we're going to move to her house when you're married, Father.

There was, there was some talk of it.

Shall you like doing that?

Oh, one place is as good as another to me.

What do you say, Godfrey?

I should be abroad most of the time if I get through.

The time I say I always thought it was the man who provided the house,

and then of course there's all of mother's things that will happen to those.

Oh, Mrs. Churchley says she'll find room for those.

They'll disappear without trace.

It is only a suggestion. Nothing settled here.

I'm sure you'll do what's best for all of us, Father.

Godfrey is not best pleased.

He's very conservative. He'll always hate change.

I must say, Adala, I'm very pleased with all the way you've adapted and adjusted yourself to the situation.

When I know how much you must have hated it to begin with.

It was just mother I was thinking of.

I realize now I was being unrealistic and childish.

It isn't that I love your mother's memory any the less. I'm sure you like that.

It's just... I'm a kind of man. I don't know who needs a woman in his life.

I'm a poor gloomy creature without one.

Caroline Churchley will soon cheer you up.

The dear creature gets so animated sometimes, especially in the afternoon.

She gets quite hectic. Her eyes shining to bright red spots on her cheeks.

She talks such wild and daring nonsense. Bobbing in and out of the drawing room on funny little errands,

which she invents for herself. She does make me laugh so.

I've never seen her like that.

Oh, no. I believe she thinks you're too grave and grand to approve of such behavior.

Bobbing in and out of the drawing.

Yes, that's what's so amusing.

Each time she comes back, she seems wild and gayer than she was before.

She really is better than the theatre.

Now then, where did we get?

Um, 50 sulfons, wasn't it? On top of the 125 for the other business.

25 is what I said Lola.

It's more than enough for a simple little joke. Part of me, Mr. Doh.

I mean, no disrespect meant like, but I don't think you've ever been in for a little joke in your life.

Some little jokes are more serious than others. 13, it's my last word.

40 and it's mine.

35.

Done, now. I'll keep in touch.

You don't show much, do you?

Well, I'll never have done.

Well, you have to show more for our little joke.

Oh, I will. Miss. I will.

48, 49. 150 on our side?

Oh, dear. I've got 250. Well, it won't do. It just won't do.

We can't have 400 people thrashing about. After all, we don't want a big splash.

It is the second time for both of us.

What's that bit of the bard? The fever in the blood is cool.

I don't think papa's blood is particularly cool.

Well, I should hope not to cool.

Not cool at all, I suppose.

Oh dear girl, what to do with me in?

Oh heavens, I forgot the cumble inside. There's another clutch of charts around the cockamuff.

I demand to see the colonel.

Colonel chart is not at home.

Your father has been a little odd just recently.

Oh.

Well, he's been asking strange questions.

What sort of questions?

What about women and drink? About whether I'll prove of women and by being alcohol?

Oh, when I told him I wasn't averse to a stirrup cup before a hunt, but personally never touched it otherwise,

well, he... in some way didn't look satisfied.

It may not be what you think. That father disapproves of women taking alcohol.

Doesn't it? Not in all cases.

There are certain circumstances in which father thinks the taking of alcohol advantageous to a woman.

In what way?

In the sense of making her a better wife.

Excuse me, Miss Adler. A person has called.

Miss Skinner, she has to ask for the colonel. When he was told he was not at home, she insists on seeing you.

I do not wish to see her, Lebruch. Tell her I am not at home.

Very good, Miss.

Miss Sharp, why?

Don't let my girl...

Oh, I live for Lebme Vane.

There's duties owed to me in this house by the father, and if the father ain't paying for him, then the daughter must.

A very well-led brook show Miss Skinner into the morning room.

Very well, Miss.

Will you excuse me, Caroline? I won't be long.

Oh, what's that frightful person?

Oh, Miss Skinner, was someone we employed as a maid once?

Who, she seems to think she's been hot done by.

Strange, your butler didn't seem to know her.

Well, she was before his time.

I understood from your father, Lebruch's been with the family for 20 years.

Yes, well, so he has.

He was away ill in hospital when Skinner was with us.

I also understand that Lebruch enjoys phenomenal health, never having been ill in his life.

Caroline, are you catacizing me?

Adela.

We're friends, are we not?

Yes.

You didn't lie very well, my dear.

That creature has something to do with your father, hasn't she?

I've had a few years to live with her.

I've had a feeling for days you've been holding something back, some sort of struggle going on inside you.

It's about your father, isn't it?

Who was that woman? What is it?

I think you owe it to me, Adela.

You must swear never to repeat what I tell you now.

No, I have been triplated.

No, but swear? I swear.

Oh, I've been so miserable.

It's made it worse that we become friends.

I could scarcely tell my duty to my father lay off and my duty to you began.

I think you ought to know that Bumar was wretched.

Richard?

Bippar made her so.

Oh, her life with him was one long martyrdom.

Oh, she hid it wonderfully from the world, but we saw it and pitted it horribly.

Her father has certain peculiarities.

Well, certain requirements on usual tastes and demands.

Oh, she was so loyal to him.

She did everything to make him happy, but even when she was alive, he used to resort to those women.

Oh, I haven't known what to do these past few weeks.

But I'm sure that you can change him.

I'm sure with you he will be different.

As you said, you're neither of your children.

But at least now I can't approach myself.

My conscience is clear.

Would you like tea?

No, no, no.

You... you did right to tell me.

Some sharing?

No, who could have once known?

Shall we go on with the lists?

No, no.

There are things to do at home, but great many things.

I'd better get back.

Thank you for your candor and honesty.

We must keep in touch.

I shall never forget you.

Oh, let me come down with you.

Oh, please.

Oh, let me ring for that room.

No, I just want to sleep away quietly.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Caroline.

I've passed.

Top of the list.

They're sending me to Madrid.

Starting to snow.

Doesn't seem any time since summer.

Is God for his aid beheld for Christmas?

No, he believes so.

But since it's his first post, he's not going to make an issue of it.

Shall you be at home for lunch and father?

I guess so, I shall guess.

Tom seems to do so to dole just lately.

Well, I'll ask cook to prepare a surprise for you.

Thank you.

Thank you.