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Where are they?

Party!

Got you at last!

Hey!

Linda Radlet was my age. My favourite cousin, for many years, my favourite human being.

Though I lived with Aunt Emily, I spent all my holiday at Borkinwood with my cousins the Radlets.

Ah, Sam, babe! Father's going to hunt us tomorrow.

Well, enjoy yourselves children, because we have got other things to do.

Linda and I were coming out that summer.

What do you think?

Aunt Sadie was giving us a ball. Oh, I like this!

Emily, Mrs. Krab copied it out of Bork for me. Look!

Oh! Do you think he'll come?

We never can tell him the country. Somebody might bring him.

He might break down in his motor car on the way to Badminton.

We were, of course, both in love with people we had never met.

Who is that beautiful girl in pink?

Glinda with the Prince of Wales.

It's Linda Radlet, your highness.

And I, with a fat red-faced farmer I had seen in the village.

These loves were strong and painfully delicious. They occupied all our thoughts, but we hoped they would be superseded by real people.

We still haven't got enough men, but all the replies in now would have to get Matt home from Eden.

What about the curate?

Oh, Fanny, why don't we invite Lord Merlin?

Lord Merlin?

My life in fatigue, he dies his doves pink and dries him with the linen covered.

And do you remember the whipits with their diamond neck kisses? They have branded jewels than I do. He could bring a house party.

If you ask that rude Merlin to bring his friends, we'll get a lot of East Leats.

Seers from Oxford.

I wouldn't put it past him to bring some florimers.

Foreigners?

I hear he sometimes has frogs, even whoops to stay with him. I will not have my house filled with whoops.

But far...

It's all right darling, leave it to me.

What do you think you're doing?

It's palsy practice.

In a few years when you're really old, you'll probably have palsy.

I'm giving you a little practice now, before you actually get it, so you won't be dropping things all the time.

That from the bolta.

I don't call her that dear.

Yeah, fine looking woman.

Please don't marry tonight Seer from Monte Carlo.

My mother, who was too beautiful and gay to be burdened with a child, had left when I was a month old,

and had since run away so often and with so many different people that she became known as the bolta.

She doesn't realize I've grown.

It packs me where it?

You have to pay her.

Sixpence.

A shilling?

Ninepence.

Ninepence all right.

Banny?

And remember, you're paying us two shillings each, not to be embarrassing.

Yes Victoria.

We spent the weeks before the ball in an agony of waiting for our lives to begin.

If this comes out, I'll marry the man I love.

If this comes out, I'll marry it 18.

If this comes out.

Linda was soft-hearted and horribly easy to tease.

A little, houseless match.

Has no roof, no latch.

It lies alone, makes no moan.

The little, houseless match.

As the only boy my cousin Matt was the sole red little lad to go to school.

All right, all right, all right, I'll tell you how it happens.

The mother stomach swells up and then it bursts open like a right pumpkin.

And the infant shoots out.

Oh, rot!

It don't be such an ass, Matt.

And listen.

What's that?

Ducks and duck breathing.

The Hans was our secret society.

We met in the linen cupboard.

It was the only warm place at Orkundi.

Anybody we hated was a counter-horn.

We, of course, were Hans.

Ducks can only copulate in running water.

Tell us about sex, Fanny.

You must know.

Oh, you are lucky, Fanny.

You're having a wicked mother.

I know.

She must be copulating all the time.

I wish I didn't have a mother.

When I'm 19, I'm going to run away.

Just like yours.

Well, you can't have my money.

How much have you got?

My fare to London.

And a month and two days in a bed-sitting clapping

with basin and breakfast.

I can't wait.

I'm still a 20-minute short.

How many is Lord Merlin thinking?

Oh!

Merlin!

Say that another way.

There are six.

What are we going to do?

There's only five days left.

It's all right.

Leave it to me.

Fine.

Fine.

Gary.

Where did he get them from?

The Lord.

Look at him.

He's a little bit of a woman.

I'm a little bit of a woman.

I'm a little bit of a woman.

I'm a little bit of a woman.

I'm a little bit of a woman.

Look at him.

His hair sort of slips off backwards, doesn't it?

Like an aiderard in the night.

Poor old thing.

I must say, if he was one's dog,

one would have him put down.

No, bags are not moving.

Now I have the honour.

What's that thing hanging over your back?

That's my entrenching tool, used it in 1915.

Threat to death, each woman's one by one

as they crawled out of a dud out.

Sorry.

Perfect, all right.

I wish we'd been to what to dance.

You're doing splendidly.

I wish we'd been toward anything.

Hope my wife was all right.

I'm sorry, Adam, he per at home.

It's the first time we've been separated in 40 years.

So this was it.

This was what we had been waiting for, all our lives.

Your birth is arrived.

Oh my God, oh my God.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I saw the gym standing there.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Linda.

No, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

You were the first one to be a fan.

I've heard so much about you.

Have you really got a folly with an angel on top?

Every evening to celebrate the art of my birth, it blows its trumpet.

The locals get trKly because it's a 20 past nine

and just too late to remind them to show you strong news.

Might I have the pleasure of the next dance?

Isn't Linda remarkable?

I adore her.

She comes to D.A. sometimes and she can get away from here.

I suspect with careful nurturing she shall become one of great beauties of the age.

You know Polly Hampton, don't you?

Yes.

Oh, she used to be my best friend in the world, apart from Linda.

Well, she's coming home from India next week.

Oh, wonderful!

I have missed her. It'll be lovely to see her again.

Hey, D.A.

Hey, D.A. who's at Sewer with Linda?

His name's Tony Crozier. His father runs the pank of England.

Oh, God! I never expected to harbor a full-blown hunt in this house who would have asked him.

The Crozier's ex-arms map here, they've been over here for generations.

They're a high respectable family of English buntas.

Once a hunt! Always a hunt!

That's it, yeah. Go check the boys.

What? The boys.

This is the mop.

Is that a tree, dog?

The man's up there.

Who do you hunt with?

Oh, the hezer.

I'm not coming to the mink tomorrow.

You put a house full of guests.

You'll never let me.

Let's go.

I just sent him room for that!

Hello!

Hi.

Help.

C accuser!

What?

What's that?

Well...

Ohh!

How did you help your uncle?

Because they use windows for

departmental under arrest

over a very liberal

twenty three

seven

animal

Or Couture.

Unfortunately rescuing a hare was the one romantic gesture of Tony Crozick's life.

The next month having come home from ruling India,

the Mondors invited me to a house party.

The first time I was in the palace,

I was in the palace party.

Life with the Radlets was tempestuous, but underneath it I felt loved.

The terror at Hampton, however, was of a different kind.

A dead goder that was not for color.

Miss Francis Logan.

You're not by any chance a boaters daughter.

Yes, yes I am.

The boaters girl!

Look, it'd be funny.

How could the boaters have a grown up daughter over on it?

Oh, Veronica, do come here a minute, it's the boaters child.

Oh, fanny, there you are.

Come and have some tea, dear.

It's surely the boaters come here more than they do.

That's right, bird ring. Just do it sobs.

What about the nine months?

Not nine, darling.

Don't you remember how bogus it all was and how shamingly huge

her bouquet had to be, it was sweet.

Do you know the first person she ever bolted with was my chair.

Lucky me got him next.

Oh, banny, how are the ratlet girls?

Do sit down, dear.

Go and fetch Polly, she's in the billiards room with boy.

Linda got engaged yet.

No, not yet.

Said is a wonderful woman, of course, and I'm devoted to her,

but she hasn't the very smallest idea of how to bring up girls?

It's not sweet of you.

Tell me, are you in love?

Oh, of course she is poor, sweet.

You just look at that blush.

Now, we're not going to worm, but what we really want to know to settle a bet is,

have you always fancied somebody ever since you can remember?

Oh, yes.

Lord Byron, Rudolph Valentino.

You put there you are, you see.

Oh, from Kitty Carta, her darling, I couldn't know it better.

After all, would they be to think about women's alone otherwise?

The Duke, the Solve-Tear.

He's still not married.

He came to us in India, such fun.

He was very much taken up with the little Rani of Raul Bur.

In fact, they do say her last baby.

Shush!

Poor creatures, this one baby after another, one can't help feeling sorry for them.

Like little birds, you know.

Of course, they simply worshipped me. It was really touching.

Where is boy?

Playing Billions with Polly, I've sent word once.

Ah, here they are.

Ah-ha! You had lost my lady wife.

Polly, how fanny I've missed you.

I'm dying to hear about everything.

Let's go upstairs and talk.

Hello.

That's boy Doctor, isn't it?

Yes, you remember him. He's married to my old Patricia.

Why is he called boy?

He's prunpy, don't you?

He doesn't think he's an old one, be it.

Polly!

Are you pleased to be back in this room?

It's the one you used to have, do you remember?

Of course I do.

I used to think about her sometimes in India.

Those black velvet dresses with red sashes we had for coming down after tea.

Oh, that seems so long ago now.

I suppose you came out in India.

Yes, I've been out two years actually. It was all very dull.

Do you enjoy it?

I like the dressing up.

So do I. Do you think about dresses and hats all the time, even in church?

I do too.

But what is coming out in England like?

Does everybody talk about love all the time?

Yes, I suppose they do.

And all going on like the people downstairs?

Yes.

Yes.

Oh, bother. I thought it would be different in a cold climate.

Have you fallen in love yet?

I could have. Lots of times, some of the rages are awfully attractive.

And honestly, Fanny, I believe Momma would rather I fell in love with an Indian than not at all.

But don't you want to fall in love?

Oh, I do.

Oh, Fanny.

What was the matter with Polly?

It was something I didn't understand, not fair, about the atmosphere at Hampton.

I wondered if Lord Hondo felt it.

He never reacted to anything. He seemed somehow to be made of cardboard.

Is your uncle Lord Orkney?

It is quite funny.

Do they hunt people with bloodhounds by full moon?

So, but we love it. You can't imagine what fun it is.

I hear those red-lit girls are simply kidding. Rats in their pockets.

Some might know what.

But rats are very intelligent.

No, no, no.

No, no, Veronica. The whole point was he brought the microscos to look at his own family.

There you choose that word at dinner.

Maybe you can know how to pronounce it, which I doubt.

It's too shame-making. What a dinner thing at all.

Dear Fanny.

I remember you when you were little.

No, you were grown.

As I am.

And hasn't Polly turned out to be a beauty?

Dear Son, she's all absolutely everything for that girl.

Some man's going to be very lucky.

Don't you think?

I mean, with her inheriting all of this, she's probably the wealthiest young woman in Britain.

Oh yes.

We expect the splendid match.

I know people do say he's a daisy, whatever that may be.

But half these rumours are put about by anarchists.

I must go and pardon my nose.

I go in the morning and that's that.

I don't have to be let out like a dog at intervals.

Thank goodness there's nothing so common to my mind.

Think the worst, really, Polly, it's too bad.

Just chat that, can't you?

There's no consequence what you say, matter is sight out of the ABC that sit there like a definite.

What did they think of you?

Sit here Fanny and talk to us.

Dear, what is the matter with my daughter?

She takes no notice of the young men I provide for her and they take no notice of her.

They worship me, of course, but what does the good of that?

She's bound to fall for some nice chap in London darling.

It's all very well but she was out for two years in India, you know.

Well, even poor Derea's girl fell in love with a Roger.

I didn't blame her.

Rogers must be perfect heaven.

Those diamonds.

Oh no, my dear.

Any English family has better stones than they do.

I never saw anything to compare with mine when I was there.

It's such a relief to have you here Fanny.

She only asked that Frenchman because she thinks no one would resist him, even me.

I've been thinking of porridge for hours.

It's funny how huge dinner makes you even hungrier next morning.

Hooray, isn't it?

We can't stay here. It's too sad.

Don't you think Polly is very beautiful?

Yeah, but she's also riddled to me.

Perhaps she's not having a properly organised sex life.

But if you English girls of 19 have a properly organised sex life...

They go hunting instead.

She is a beauty despite those terrible clothes.

When she has had a little laugh she may blossom.

Or she may cram her head on her head and become a lady Patricia Dugday.

Everything depends on the love.

I'm so confused in this house.

Who's whose lover?

It does a big pin-up difference.

So now later everybody becomes the lover of everybody else.

When they change lovers it's more like a cabinet reshuffled than a new government.

Is it like that in France?

Oh no, the ministers stay longer than their post.

Why?

French women generally keep their lovers if they want to,

because they know there is one infallible method of doing so.

No. Oh, do tell.

It's very simple. They give in to them in every respect.

There's English, Fanden

Morn. They play their little games out when you tell a farm.

Oh, that. No French men would put up with it for a moment.

They're very nasty, aren't they?

Not at all. Poor things. I love them.

So easy to get on with.

I love La Mondeau. Oh, musing, she is.

They're snobbishments. I'm very fond of snobs.

They're always so charming to me.

And dear old Mondeau,

he can't see what's going on under his nose.

What is going on under his nose?

And so, Fanden, dear,

are you going to be a boater, like a mother?

Oh, no. A tremendous sticker.

Mm.

You ruffled a few feathers here, Morshere.

I was hoping you'd be caught up in the water,

rather than bowling over the rabbits.

If this comes out, he'll telephone.

What's the time, darling?

Guess. I caught it at six.

Better than that.

Six. Not quite so good.

Five, two. Yes.

If this comes out, he's thinking about me.

A little houseless match.

Victoria, go away!

Go away, go away, go away.

Tony!

Mm.

Mm.

Go away, go away.

Tony!

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

That was Lavender Davis on my telephone.

She wants Fanny and me to lunch there on Thursday.

Oh, Doc, you can't have my card, I'm afraid.

Oh, but, Mommy, please, I do say terribly want to go.

The Lavenders?

Last time you said you never wanted to go there as long as you lived.

Great haunches of card, you said.

But, um, her brother's got a baby badger.

When you go to London for the season, you'll be far too busy to think about badgers.

Please, Mommy.

Oh, well, perhaps backends can take me the day, Mom.

We must get hold of some rouge.

I think you're the newest geranium juice.

But geraniums aren't out at this time of year, silly.

Twicken blue or eyelids, like a jazzy paint box.

Yes.

I'll get the Babina soap from Mommy's bathroom.

We can let it melt in the bath and we shall smell delicious.

Nanny?

Nanny?

Where do you keep that powder that you used to dust our bottles with?

I thought you'd know Lavender Davis.

Oh, shut up.

Last time he said she was a dull and scary other mess

and you'd get to better in the face of the horns pallets.

I didn't.

Why have you got that red stuff in your cheeks?

Oh, do go away.

Why are you starting already? You'll be ours too early.

If you don't shut up, I'll put your newt back in the pond.

Why don't you bring Lavender Davis back for a nice long minute?

Not very hone-ish, aren't they?

You don't think they'll tell farf?

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

We look like Dutch dogs.

Oh.

Cigarette?

No, thank you.

Oh, no, thank you.

Been hunting lately.

Oh, yes. We were out yesterday.

Good day?

Yes, very. We found it once and had a five-mile point.

But that's marvellous. A five-mile point.

I must come out with a Heathrop again. They're doing awfully well this season, I hear.

We had a good day yesterday, too.

Did you really?

Well, the going was a bit sticky down in Bayless Meadow.

Damn full farm, I never drains it, you know.

But once we got up on the ridge, we had a splendid gallop.

Oh, good. Here are the others.

This was life we felt, and we would have been quite happy just looking on had it not been for that ghastly feeling of guilt,

which was starting to give us a pain rather like indigestion.

Linda Fanny, far wants to win the business room now.

Do you realize that if you were married women, your husband could divorce you for this?

Your poor aunt Ebony, all these years she's looked after you, and this is her reward.

It's not Fanny's fault.

You can go straight home.

Oh, you've got the same way as your mother. Sure he takes his eggs.

Yes, for you, Miss.

Damn lucky not to get a thrashing dew here!

There'll be no question of a London season now.

You'll have to be watched every minute of the day.

And I don't want that hund's name ever mentioned in this house again.

I didn't tell, I promise. Somebody left a scarf in his room.

It's only quite a secret moment. He rang up to ask whether it was yours.

It was Uncle Matthew's favourite superstition that if you wrote somebody's name on a piece of paper and put it in a drawer,

that person would die within a year.

The drawers were full of the names of people he hated.

Her books were released to infer Yoda M

As always, Uncle Matthew's bark was worse than his bite.

Relaxation began.

The thin end of the wedge, and gradually things returned to normal.

Plans for the London season went ahead, though under conditions of strict vigilance.

However not strict enough, and what I knew would happen inevitably did, at five in the

morning in a beautiful house on the east side of Barclays Square.

That bloody hunt, crocigs just telephoned.

Wanted to speak to you.

I told him to get the hell out of it.

I don't want to mix up with any Germans, do you understand?

Well I am mixed up.

As it happens, I'm engaged him.

Sadie!

Sadie!

Sadie!

I've saved and scraped for five years.

I simply can't forget all over again.

I'll give it you back.

Tony will.

When we're married.

I know men.

Yes?

Linda!

There's hot melons on the phone.

I'm in love.

What makes you think so?

Well one doesn't think.

One knows.

Fripple stinks.

Oh you evidently don't know about love.

So what's the use of talking to you?

Love is for grown up people.

As you will one day discover, you will also discover that it has nothing to do with marriage.

I'm all in favor of you marrying soon in a year or two.

Oh but for God's sake, for all our sakes don't go and marry a boy like Tony Croosey.

Well if he's such a ball, why did you ask him to stay?

I didn't ask him.

Baby brought him because Cecil had flu and couldn't come.

Besides I can't get you married every stock gap I have in my house.

You ought to be more careful.

Anyway I can't think why you say Tony's a ball.

He knows about everything.

Exactly.

It was a terrible time.

The Crozics were as opposed to the marriage as the Orcanleys.

And Sadie tried to persuade Uncle Matthew that the marriage, though by no means ideal,

was inevitable and that if he didn't want to alienate forever his favorite child he'd

better put a good face on it.

Aahhhhhhh.

Aahhhhhhh.

S** Bruce.

Bad boy!

K Beaufortau!

At least the fellow's not a Roman Catholic.

So Linda's marrying him then. What a silly girl. Well she always has been in my opinion.

He's rich of course but it's bankers money. It comes and it goes and however much of it there may be. It's not like marrying all this.

So that's her accounted for. Now you must be the next one Fanny.

Oh no, no one will ever marry me.

Nonsense. And don't you go marrying just anybody. For love.

Remember that love cannot last. It never, never does. But if you marry all this it's for your life.

Where are you going? To see your mother. She's not dressed yet.

I'm going to be crazy.

This is my mother. How do you do?

My father Lord all can make. How do you do?

Let's get into it. It's wrong with Nipi out here.

We love the theatre. Don't we dear? Yes.

Have you seen any of the new shows? Well we don't go up to London a great deal.

Well you did see Romeo and Juliet once but your father got so upset.

All of fault of that damn party. That fellow Romeo might have known a blasted paperist would mess up the whole thing.

Damn fool of a nurse too. Bet she was a lassie. Just a little bitch.

I expect they keep you very busy at bank.

Don't know how you can stand it. I was saying to the bank manager at Merlin for only yesterday.

Must be the hell of a life. Fucking up out with other fellows money all day.

Indoors. I miss my whole life indoors. I have my roses.

What lot do London be blue is nearby at gardens?

Well not really a London person. I work in London but my home is in Surrey.

I can't that is the same. They're all textiles in the village of Lady Krasig.

They've already planned the flowers for the church.

But we presume that you'd have a London wedding my dear.

But we thought well some Margaret's of course.

Oh nobody will come down to Gloucestershire.

And Linda will have half the number of wedding presents.

Oh my do let's.

I am not going to lead my daughter through a crowd of gaping strangers.

The course Linda married for love.

She was too much of a romantic to marry for anything else.

But the odds were stacked against her from the start.

The families were no longer on speaking terms.

The crocics considered her eccentric and extravagant and her family uncouth.

While the Radlets considered the Crocics vulgar and Tony a first-class ball.

Did you ever see anything so ghastly as Lady Krasig's hat?

Bankers don't appear to be much to look at.

It's extraordinarily unsuitable I would say them at all.

Little they'll marry them.

But these sort of people have got men Lamania nowadays.

One can't get away from them.

Really all come is not fit to have children if this is the best you can do.

Never get all this into your coffin.

What do you mean?

Women always buried in their wedding dresses.

Don't be such a girl.

Come on Jesse, let's not have set Linda today.

Did you see what minge little things they gave for a Linda?

A check.

I mean it's all but it well.

But for how much I wonder.

No tiara, no necklace, what will the poor child wear at court?

Hardly worth being called by that nasty German name I should say.

And a horrible house in one of those squares near Marlach.

Oh Lord Merlin.

Oh hello Merlin.

Oh wait.

Have you seen the Crocic sister?

They'll have a job getting her off.

She's dreaming to be a vet.

First sensible thing I've heard about any of them.

No point in clustering up the war rooms of girls.

We look like that for simply not fair and he bought it.

How do you know why that do?

She really history my thing.

He's an expert on the Duke of genealogy.

Oh yes.

He was to give talk at the Women's Institute when I was little.

He did such stupid things to us.

Linda and I called him the lecturer's lecture.

He's certainly very fond of Duke's in Duchess's.

While he trails around after Lady Mondo everywhere.

They do say he's her lover.

A lover?

But I think it's more complicated than that.

What do you mean?

Propertory show.

Suffering in silence.

Maybe I think.

Well that's good.

It must either be the first or indeed the last ball of the season

if people are going to remember it.

She'll show her what she'll do.

Polly?

Oh, you think she'll be grateful wouldn't you?

Not at all.

If Socky and Disagrible are going to get a word out of her.

She never meets anybody.

And if she never meets people, how can she marry them?

Is there so much hurry for her to marry?

Well, you know she'll be 21 in May.

She can't go on like this forever.

Polly my dear.

Come over here.

Well, marriage doesn't solve everything you know.

You don't want her to make an unfortunate choice.

What could be the matter with her?

It's beautiful and no BA at all.

Oh no no no, it's SA my darling.

Sex appeal.

Or BO.

When we were young none of that existed, thank goodness.

One was either a beauty or a jolly lade and that was that.

All the same.

Now it's been invented, this sex appeal I suppose is better if the girls have it.

Their partners seem to like it.

And Polly hasn't a vestige.

You could see that.

She was born, I've worried and fast over that child and thought of all the awful things that might happen to her.

That Mont-Door might die before she was settled and her looks would go.

She might have a terrible accident and spend the rest of her days in a spinal chair.

All sorts of things.

But the one thing that never crossed my mind was that she might end up an old maid.

Oh, my fighorn.

After the honeymoon, Tony started work in his father's old bank and prepared to step into a safe conservative seat.

Come back to bed.

An ambition which was soon realized.

Mont-Door.

Now you haven't forgotten about tonight, have you?

No.

I think Linda's marriage was a failure almost from the start, but being Linda, she maintained for as long as possible a good shopfront.

Mont-Door.

Mont-Door.