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Oh, Mum.

Oh, Milly.

Anything for me? Turn a rumble.

Oh, yes, Erm. No, sir, I'm afraid not today, is Erm.

Expecting something, is Erm? No, sir.

I know, sir.

I think Mrs. Jotters. Thank you.

Oh, Madam, good morning. A glass of whiskey, it could be so kind.

You wish, dear. Very good, sir.

Oh, blimey, the fenton poet struck again.

Here, listen to this.

I thought my days of passion were over, that love and wine and idleness and glass of his beauty are too much for me.

Again, I feel the full power of Venus.

Again, must leave all other subjects to right love poems.

Again, think only of propitiating Venus and moderating the pains of my passion.

Well, it's obviously somebody who would may, is you? Sounds a bit old, that's a treasure.

Yeah, wish you'd get me bled in my night.

Oh, it's got me Chloe, Lisbir, Phyllis and our glass are all in the space of a fortnight.

Perhaps he's shy.

Shy, no, he ain't signed this one. Look, Orys.

He had any Horaces here, likely.

A Lord, Orys, do you mean Orys, something?

Oh, I don't know. Let's have a look at the book.

He gets star in here. He might shed a bit of light.

Thank you.

It turned me getting soon, is it, sir?

Next week.

Mr. Star, we're coming in here at all, the keys.

Yes, I remember turns beginning.

Oh, yes, bags arriving, bicycles.

Uh, Bailey, oh, isn't it, sir?

Uh, yes, that's right.

Hey, Benson wouldn't still be there, would he?

Benson, do you don?

On.

Your friend Benson, do you don?

Oh, no, sir. A port at the lodge, sir.

Port is a disagreeable man called Duffy, I think.

Oh.

Do you want me to spell it for you?

Someone's been writing me poems, love poems.

Well, that's not unusual, but I've been bombarded with them.

Any idea who it is?

Well, certainly isn't me, madam.

Oh, no, it isn't you, you dump. They come in the post, don't they?

Oh, I see you.

But might I, um, thank you.

They keep getting Mrs. Trotter's name wrong, which is funny.

Full power of Venus.

It's quite flattering, madam.

Well, it would be a fun way it was.

It was Horace.

Do you know any?

You sniffing it for.

I thought it might be a clue, madam.

The aroma.

It's my royal cobwebs to me.

Oh, there was that Jesuit priest a few weeks ago, who know,

made rather a nuisance of himself, Father Sims.

We are a member of the Sims of the Fathers.

Hey?

Sorry, madam.

Little jest.

Was he called Horace?

No, it weren't him, Mary.

He was only after me tarnished soul.

There was the arms dealer, that Lithuanian gentleman who paid court to you, madam.

Well, Lithuanian called Horace.

No, quite.

Oh, wasted our time, I think. Thank you, sir.

Right there.

We're going on some more work now.

Just one thing, madam.

What a postmark, Oxford.

An arcing back to the smeller cobwebs and the obvious literary merit of the poem.

It might be a scholar, do you think?

Well, skull after me.

Hardly likely, is it?

Not exactly the seat of learning is the bentink.

Thank you, style.

Hi, Mary. What's this one?

Gas company.

Star-owned chef.

How's Johnny nice to see a friendly face?

Good morning, Mr. Chairman.

We've got a room, have you?

I'm a friend of mine.

I'm a friend of mine.

I'm a friend of mine.

I'm a friend of mine.

I'm a friend of mine.

I'm a friend of mine.

I'm a friend of mine.

How about you, Mr. Chairman?

We've got a room, have you?

Not chock-a-block, what?

But we are quite full at the moment, but it is always room for you, sir.

Thank heavens!

Is Mrs. Shepherd with you?

Good Lord, is she?

No, she isn't.

No, no, no, the old girls having the house done up at present, turning the first floor into a hairdress in parlour.

A little business scheme.

Really, though?

Yes, yes, women, hair, builders, everywhere.

So, look, by hairs dropping out under the straight.

Oh, wouldn't say that's it?

I thought I'd take a little break.

Come here for a few days, what?

Two of your eyes, sir.

Mmm.

Oh, Ed Star.

If she comes looking for me, mum's the word.

There's a good sport.

Not quite an extension.

Oh, you can put him in number 14, Mary.

If this is so complaining, you can tell him that Santa Car is the likes of when he stays here.

This is where the treat Germans.

Yes, no.

Whoo!

There's one here from Lordy, isn't there?

Yes, it is Christ.

All days, amir.

We'll see one after almost time.

I don't know, shall we?

No, you won't, Mary.

I suppose all of staff open me personal letters today.

Sorry, ma'am.

Lady Hose, amir.

Coming up to London for a couple of days to look at property.

Can we put her up for two nights?

She's arriving Wednesday.

Oh, it'll be nice to see her again.

Yeah.

Orys is a Latin poet.

But is he a Latin, Mrs Trotter?

That's what we want to know.

That'll be a bit odd, Mary.

You've been dead about 2,000 years.

Oh, I see.

You mean, he's the author of the poem.

That's it, Mary.

Orys, lyrical poet of the Augustan Age.

Didn't know we had a scholar in our midst, did we, babe?

Oh, well, I was at Bailey and College Oxford, Mr. Starr.

For a short while.

Oh, yeah.

Pull the other one.

Hey, you were never a student, were you?

Well, not exactly violent.

College servant, Scout's day, called him, on the staircases.

And I used to serve dinner on the top table to the Don's.

Been a learns bad job off, and that's all the company.

Well, you still can't tell us who's sending her the presents.

What does this gentleman make up to?

I often see him, but she's all standoffish about it, usually.

I cannot understand it.

Sootre, Violet, having several admirers all at once, sort of spoke

screen for you, get my drift.

Now, the osterwerk, Sootre that way.

I believe there's only one man she's ever really loved.

That was ages ago.

No diesel, me.

I'm fed out the last muffin.

I'm not a muffin.

I'm not a muffin.

I'm not a muffin.

I'm not a muffin.

I'm not a muffin.

Here's our rooms.

All right.

Yes, I remember.

Lovely.

Still his furniture.

Really?

What are you doing here, Tommy?

I didn't even know you was in residence.

Who?

Who, Lord Jett's?

Yes, I am.

I'm lying low.

My poor madder, it's my mistake.

I've forgotten about it.

Look, I say I'll get.

Oh, please.

No, not on my account.

Lady Hazel, Mia.

Mr. Shepherd.

I'm not a muffin.

Oh, how'd you do?

You must be Charlie's wife.

Do delightful.

We've never met.

How do you do?

I'll get you.

Oh, please.

No, not on my account.

Lady Hazel, Mia.

Mr. Shepherd.

Oh, how'd you do?

You must be Charlie's wife.

Do delightful.

We've never met.

How do you do?

Summer else started.

Get barred here to clear up quickly.

How is the old chap?

Is he with you?

No.

Ted's hard, Tommy.

Star show you the way.

Oh, rather.

Oh, excuse me.

Number 14, man.

No, not there.

The block hit the Germans ago in there.

Number 13.

Number 13, righto.

I'll just get my...

Well, goodbye.

See you again.

No doubt.

Goodbye.

Star.

Star.

Sorry about that.

The poor man, I feel awful.

You don't want to worry about him.

Say you've come to look at property, have you?

Yes.

Charles has been very busy on the estate in the last year.

His father left it in an awful muddle, but things are better now.

And Charles suddenly felt he needed London again.

Well, I agree with him.

Life is very pleasant in Yorkshire, but it is rather limiting for someone like Charles.

Well, if you need any help, I'll know a few estate agents.

Oh, yes, thank you.

I'm sure I will need help.

Right.

I'll let you get settled in then.

Thank you.

Oh, Mrs. Trotter.

Charles is coming to collect me on Friday afternoon.

I'm sure he'd like to see what we're getting.

Perhaps you'll have tea with us before we catch our train.

Yes, that would be very nice.

Thank you.

Mr. Merrune.

Here, what?

Here.

Here.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Shh.

Are they off a new post, madam?

Postmark Oxford.

Silver platter.

Thought the occasion might want to admit him.

You're getting a big, big fear boot, start.

Yes, madam.

Oh, blimey.

He's declared himself a lass.

Oh, is it madam?

Stubs.

Professor Stubs.

College note paper and all.

Here, listen to the letter.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Great, Renau.

Here, listen to this.

You're fervent admirer from the groves of academies.

Eerie wants me to have dinner with him.

You're absolutely positive.

Wait, dear, Claude.

I know my own hand drag.

What?

You've put...

What we agree?

You're fervent admirer from the groves of Aptonivas?

And contain myself no longer.

Yes, but what about the dinner?

Kathy Robert, this Friday?

She'll tear it up, of course.

Will she?

Well, it doesn't matter.

We will persist.

We will not take no for an answer.

Oh, oh, my god!

Poor old Stovey.

I ought to tell you, Mum.

I think it's a shame, really, to so romantic up to now.

Yeah, well, only it was a joke.

Obvious all along.

But, uh, keep it going a bit, I think.

What are you going to do?

I accept.

But you can't, can you?

I mean, the poor professor knows nothing about you.

So?

What do you get in there to remember who

a woman he's never heard of, except in an invitation to dinner?

He's never given you.

Yeah, that's right.

What his wife might see it if he's married, any?

Oh, yeah, I never thought of that.

Still, we can reveal all in the end.

But then you'll get the young men into trouble,

and they only meant it as a bit of fun.

Mary, if our young gentlemen want to play jokes on Louise,

a trotter that can blow me well face the consequences.

Dear Professor, with thanks for your kind invitation

to dinner at the cafe hall on Friday,

delighted to accept yours truly.

Nice, Sarah.

All right.

Thanks.

You, me, madam.

Yes, you.

Come on.

When I won't bite you, dear.

Your hair could be much prettier than that, you know.

Yes, madam.

Good morning, madam.

All right, I don't.

Is my husband here by any chance?

Your husband, madam.

Mr. Shepherd, is he staying here?

Mr. Shepherd.

Would that be Mr. Tommy, shall we?

Is he here?

Here, madam.

Well, now you mention he died.

Don't recall seeing him here for some months now.

Oh, no.

Hello, dear.

You're having a nice holiday, are you?

Oh, yes, dearest, I am.

Well, I've come to join you for a few days,

just while the builders are in.

What a jolly good idea.

Do come up.

Good heavens.

What have you done with your hair?

Oh, whoa.

It's topping.

That's a good topping, yes.

I'm wearing number 13.

The room's smallest, but the view's pleasant.

All right, squeak there for it.

So anything you're looking for?

Yes.

Hill Street.

There's quite a here.

They're nice houses.

Easy to keep up when my mum is self.

Well, I shall certainly go and look at it.

Thank you.

Would you like some tea?

Oh, no, thank you.

Not this time of day.

I'm afraid I haven't got a new champagne,

but I could ask for some.

No, don't bother.

Oh, must you go?

I'm sorry if you're busy.

No, no, I'm not busy.

Well, I've had rather an extraordinary day.

Apart from looking at houses, well, can you keep a secret?

Well, I'll do my best.

Oh, dear, what have I started?

Well, you may have been wondering why Charles and I

haven't yet had children.

Oh, there's plenty of time for all that?

Oh, no.

No, he wants one desperately.

We're trying, but so far I've failed him.

You failed him.

No, please.

I started to worry about it, but that wasn't helping, obviously.

So I went to see a specialist today in Whimple Street,

or privately, Charles knows nothing about it.

I was petrified, really, but I saw him this morning

and he was very kind.

He examined me thoroughly, and I came through with flying colors.

Oh, that's wonderful.

Oh, I can't tell you how relieved I am.

Well, things will be so much better now, I'm sure.

Haven't they been so good, then?

No.

When who don't misunderstand me, Charles

is a most considerate husband, and we're very happy.

But now we'll be even happier.

And if he likes the house as well, then I will have done two

things to please him, won't I?

Happy to enjoy your evening, lady.

You know what I think.

Can I help you, sir?

Ah, yes.

I have a letter here from a lady.

I don't know who.

She sends herself...

Glickerer.

Glickerer?

Yes.

And your name, sir?

And him.

Oh, oh, yes, Stubbs.

Professor Stubbs.

Well, I think it's Mrs. Trotto, you want to see, sir?

Mrs, you see.

In name only.

It's something from the past.

There's no Mr. Trotto.

There hasn't been some years, sir.

Ah, see.

What age is the lady?

Well, I would like to divulge that, sir, not without the ladies

to mission you understand.

Errol, Kaitou.

Kaitou.

Oh, here she comes now, though.

Ah.

Glickerer.

Hey?

Professor Stubbs, madam.

I received your letter.

Oh, Plarney, yeah.

Well, I can explain that, Professor, if you'll follow me.

What do you mean?

Professor?

That's right.

He's turned up.

A little more like an old trap.

Well, he's a gentleman by his voice,

but you should see his fingernails.

The only clue was the heading of the writing paper,

the bending hotel.

Oh, no.

Do I know you?

We met before.

I have an appalling memory for faces.

No.

No, we haven't met before.

The fact is, it's a joke, really.

It is.

Yes, two of your boys who stay here sometimes

have been sending me poems.

Professor, come from you.

If you're pardon the pun.

Love poems.

Naturally, that is my subject.

What are the names of these two young galams?

Teach and run me tummy.

Who?

The willy-wackling and clawed Turner rumbold.

Oh, those two, yes.

Well, that's not surprising.

They have a flap, the absurd.

Have you kept the poems, where's he?

Thank you.

All right.

Yes, well, at least they had the good taste.

He was my translation.

Translation?

Oh, written in Latin, you see.

Chatellus, Ovidharas, Rome, poets.

These ladies, Chloe, there's been so forth.

The poets, various misterces.

Oh, well, wonder who they was.

Yes, I've translated all that well.

It's all that's in particular, down the book on him.

Of course, you can't print all his stuff.

Some of it is rather fruity, you know.

Well, I'm sorry, it is some time.

Er, yes.

But Evans, here's my separate invitation.

And my name too, what a wonderful forgery.

If we're, I'm sorry, Professor, I should never have answered it.

I thought you'd put it straight in the rice piper basket.

But, by good woman, I couldn't do that.

Consider an aging professor, a bachelor,

devotes a lifetime to the study of these poets,

embraces their minds and their souls.

And then suddenly, one day, the object of their passions,

the temptress clicker, who lives from the cage,

and accepts my invitation to dine with her with the cafe royal.

Who would resist such an offer?

No, they're scallow eggs here now.

Yes, I think they are.

Well, we are not going to disappoint them, are we?

Hey?

Dinner, tomorrow night at the cafe royal.

Oh, probably, Mr. Aynas of you.

It's, uh, no, I'm rather busy tomorrow night.

Mm.

Then tonight, I'm lecturing.

Horace is used to the complimentary infinity.

Could we dine afterwards?

No, I don't think so.

Mm.

They have to must return to Oxford, won't be there.

Yeah.

Are we going to let the old thing feel out?

Awful shame, don't you think?

Well, um, I suppose I just might get free tomorrow night.

Yes.

Oh, happy, I could tell us.

It's settled then.

I shall arrive for you at 9 o'clock.

Goodbye.

Oh.

What is your first name?

Louisa.

And prefer a glycerum.

Oh.

What's yours?

Habit.

Until tomorrow evening.

Goodbye.

Oh, but here's a proper one, I know.

Strange thing, unrequited passion.

I suffer from the ones.

Oh, yes.

Viadice, you was.

Ladies made to work out to snows, young man, full of fancies,

venet, Lord Peterson.

There we were in this grand hotel.

Uh, would Viadice was Vienna.

What's the time?

Well, I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

What's the time, Mary?

5 to 10.

Go on, Mr. Maryman.

Used to catch glimpses of her.

Passes her to the foyer.

Out in the terrace sometimes.

Spoke to her just the once.

She lost an airbag belongs to her mistress.

All the flusters she was, peeking the cheek.

I helped her look great.

Happy his 20 minutes of my life there was.

Did you find it?

What?

Oh, no, no, Mary.

The old port has had to be eyed in Aspidistra.

Remember the smile she gave him?

Her eyes, boy, sweet tears, smile of sheer gratitude.

I thought it could have been mine, that smile.

I would have treasured it.

What on earth have you been up?

What have you done, you stupid girl?

Don't blame me, it was Mrs. Shepon.

You look like a tuck, don't wash it out at once.

My fancy load is worth like this.

Can we leave you for Mrs. Trotasizio?

Mrs. Shepon told me that Lily Lantry's packed off now.

There's no blunts anymore.

It's all right here now.

Not here, it ain't my girl. Go on.

Went to Paris next day, last day I was over.

Did not, I should think.

Oh, that smile of hers.

That Lily as long as I leave, I had no mistake.

Kel's all right, isn't she?

Under control, I think so.

Miss Phillips helped her wash it out.

It won't come out, will it?

Died with henna leaves imported from Africa, they tell me.

My wife likes people to practice on.

She's under instruction from a Frenchman.

She picked up in...

Hi, if it isn't Charlie Hazelwell.

Charlie, a long time.

Yes, indeed. Star, good to see you.

Welcome back, my lord. Thank you.

Well, Fred.

I'm glad to see you.

I must tell Daphne.

I said, did you know that I'd taken the plunge?

Good lord, I don't believe it.

My dear chap, neither do I.

But who is she, do I know her?

Oh, no, no, no, you wouldn't know her.

No, no, no, no.

Met her in Monty.

Firm herself wed within the week.

You old dog, congratulations.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, I met your wife, a delightful creature.

Well, you must take a glass with us.

Oh, yes, absolutely.

Oh, star, are we in my old rooms?

Of course we'll all smell.

Oh, we know.

How are you, Mary?

Madammen, surviving?

Just about, be lord.

Hello, Charlie.

Louis.

Same as ever.

Oh, thank you.

And so is the bent ink, I'm happy to say.

Nothing's changed at all.

We must have champagne to celebrate.

Yeah, later, perhaps.

The ladyship's waiting for us upstairs with the tea party.

Come on.

A specialist?

Why on earth didn't you tell me so stupid to hide it from me?

I had to do it on my own, Charles.

It's our can understand that.

And it's the result that matters, isn't it?

I'm all right, aren't you, please?

Well, of course you're all right.

The whole thing's a fuss about nothing.

Oh, be fair, Charlie.

That Louisa, please.

Keep out of this.

She was supposed to be up here looking for houses.

Well, she's danger one.

What?

Who were?

Hill Street.

It's quite near here.

I think it's just what we want.

Well, when can I look at it?

Well, we'll have to go now, quite soon before our train.

Oh, no, look, it's pretty to rush things.

Why don't we stay overnight and see it in the morning?

I mean, it's not often we get up to London and Louisa might even cook dinner for us.

No, not tonight, Charlie.

Been asked out myself tonight.

Oh, by whom?

That friend.

And I'm going off now to tell myself up, if you'll excuse me.

Thank you for the tea.

Oh, darling, I'm sorry to shout at you.

But you were rather silly, weren't you?

You must tell me your worries in future.

Yes.

My fault.

That's why Mr. Mader's best.

You're a very lucky...

You look splendid, madam, if I may say so.

Oh, thank you, sir.

You're right, jet.

Not yet, madam.

Oh, well.

You better book us a table.

Don't worry, we'll have that place as always full.

I'll be in his name, not mine.

Very good, madam.

But...

Come here.

I have an accident, madam.

Yeah, I can see you have my girl.

You're going to do it, baddie.

You're better off bold.

But by a week, you're throwing the customers.

Yes, madam.

When you finish what you're doing, you can take some towels to Lord Hazemir's room, she's staying.

Yes, madam.

930.

Name of stubs.

Yes, ma'am.

930.

Name of stubs.

Yes, ma'am.

A voila, me, Braav.

Show me.

Just a little welcome for the prodigal, son.

What?

Oh, my wife, Daphne, Margaret Hazlemere.

Hello, hello, dear.

Now, we're not staying long.

And my old friend, Charlie Hazlemere.

How are you, madam?

Oh, sitting down there, madam.

Oh, good Lord, tell me.

Shall we all walk away?

Oh, I'm going to walk away.

Oh, I'm going to walk away.

Oh, I'm going to walk away.

Oh, good Lord, tell me.

Shall we all sit down then?

Yes, ma'am.

Yes, ma'am.

Ah, same old ron.

But, of course.

Ha.

He's supposed to be on the water wack and the silly man.

Nonsense, nonsense.

Don't you believe it?

Oh.

Champagne is a purgative to my system.

And my old friend, Lord Hazlemere, madam, just returned from the regions of hell, which

is how I always regard Yorkshire.

Ha.

I must be restored to the pink as fast as possible.

Now, isn't that right, Charlie?

Absolutely right, Tommy.

You and Champagne are just the tonics I need.

We do have Champagne in Yorkshire.

Ah.

A bluish-fack simile of same no doubt.

Ha.

Well, now, let's all drink a toast.

What should it be?

Um...

Welcome home, Charlie.

Oh, yes.

Welcome home, Charlie.

F

Oh, well.

There is just one thing.

What's that?

Well, I'm not really accustomed to going out with gentlemen I hardly know.

So, uh, have any ideas in your head?

Now, you take a good look now, because there's all you're going to see, meet tonight.

Just so we know where we stand.

But my dear, good woman, I wouldn't treat you.

Oh, well, now you wouldn't.

Oh.

Oh, well, I feel like you're tired.

Hey?

Oh, er, you're the joy of girls.

Oh.

Is that how you push the cab?

One waiting, madam.

And the advanced party have already left, madam.

Who?

Mr. Watling and Mr. Turner Rumbold.

They've gone to the cafe royal.

Do you hear that, Professor?

Good Lord.

I'd forgotten all about them.

Yes, I do.

I can't look at them.

Here we go.

People are always so stuffy about hair, in my opinion.

I mean, if you like pigtails, now why shouldn't you wear them?

But there's this doctor in depth in saying they're unhygienic.

And hair needs hair.

It's rubbish.

And Missoula font agrees with me.

Now, who on earth is Missoula font?

He's my business partner.

Yeah.

She married me and bought herself a Frenchman in Monty,

all in the same week.

It was just like that at all, dear.

And you know it.

You're still my favorite old thing.

But Missoula font is a genius.

And I had all this money that my second husband

left me, this kid, you know.

I just picked up the crumbs.

So I thought I'd do something useful.

So you've started a business?

Yes, that's right, dear.

In our own home in Bruton Street, Missoula font

is having all his equipment put in at the moment.

Some fresh towels for his lordship, my lady.

Thank you, Violet.

Whatever is that poor girl done to her hair?

What?

Well, she looks like a scarecrow.

Missoula font is very advanced in permanent waving.

You know, he's teaching me all he knows.

Yes, no place like home was.

But I felt cuckooed by position being usurped by a froggy.

So I moved here.

Oh, she'll you wear the fine me, of course.

I say, this bottle's empty.

Oh, Violet, do you think you could ask Merriman

to bring up another bottle of champagne, please?

Yes, sir.

Oh, make it too, lovey.

Yes, sir.

See what you mean.

I think you should take her in hand at once, Mrs. Shepherd.

Yes.

Well, as a matter of fact, I did.

Last night.

She looked lovely last night.

Can't think what she's done to herself.

Oh, just the last little drop.

Don't worry.

Reinforcements come in.

Thank you.

I like your hair, dear.

Who does it?

Oh, Lord, they're talking hair.

I say, what you and I slip out for a bit of gaming later on.

Private house, old friend.

Tommy?

Oh, oh, ladies invited, of course.

Just a little flatter.

Oh, I must say, sounds rather tempting.

Oh, I think I'll decline.

Very wise, dear.

So will I.

But you can go if you want to.

We'll stop and have a nice little chat together.

Can we, really?

Well, if you go, darling, you go with Tommy.

Jolly is sporting of you, old gal.

Thank you.

That was delicious.

Not bad.

Thank you.

I, uh, I do hope you like this vine.

I always drink it each summer on the island bell about where I spend my own.

Oh, yeah, connoisseur, voila, conte.

Tell her.

Of the ruff as old.

If I may make a modest claim.

No, I don't suppose I could teach you anything about it, could I?

All right.

Quite an amazing place this is.

Don't you be an ebbie for?

Never.

In my life.

Who are all these people?

Writers, painters, poets, and intellectuals.

Really?

Fascinating.

I'm forgetting our two young friends in the mirror there.

There.

There.

Hanging on every word.

Do you think we should ask them over?

Oh, it's all over, even there.

Yeah.

I've got a better idea.

Kiss me, Aind.

Hello.

Yeah, go on.

That's what they want in.

Pretend it's clicker up.

I will.

Say, Claude, look.

But Jupiter.

Jupiter's struck.

You, you, you, hey, that's enough.

Oh, what's what I have doing here?

No, no.

Well, I can tell you don't spend all your time spouts in poetry.

It's true.

I am a heatenist.

Back for, well, I am good food in the conversation.

And nowadays.

What's wrong with women?

Nothing.

I adore them.

Two years apart.

And converse with.

As to sharing my life with a woman, excuse me of selfishness, if you will, but...

I do draw one's strength to their supplements by telling them to be.

With consequence.

And to the other day.

Oh, strict.

The oddest you may ever have.

What about the other way around, eh?

Do you ever thought of that?

Nah.

Who's who happened?

Mind you, I still have an eye for a pretty uncle.

I...

...girl, students.

Oh, well, that's illegal, isn't it?

It's like doctors and patients.

Oh, ladyhood.

I'll keep some magazines.

Oh, that's my business.

Oh, er, do you mind?

No, no, no, can you?

Mm.

Art occupation for one, isn't it?

I mean, running a hotel rather more, er, um, masculine pursuit.

Well, it's not a funny idea, you've got...

You're leading back in Roman times, I shouldn't want a professor.

But those writers of yours could tell us in his lot.

Now, they're right about livelihood women.

And good minds give you something to think about.

They usually wrote about fickle and fickle as women in point of fact.

Fickle and both, this, aren't you?

Mm.

Oh, well, I wouldn't know about that.

What about Cleopatra?

Now, she was a woman with a bit of go, innit?

Yeah, you see yourself as Cleopatra.

Right?

No, there was a devious woman.

Oh, I can't argue with a professor, you're win.

But don't you spend all your time with your editing book,

so you might miss out on what's really going on.

What enormous families is.

What are they talking about?

Can you hear?

Cleopatra.

I think.

Cleopatra.

Well, women, anyway.

Well, that's good.

Oh, those crazy big are still looking at us.

Ellen, let's pay a drink on them.

Oh, God, what do we do now?

Bluff it out.

Oh, my dear fellows, I'm awfully sorry.

I haven't made them a frightful mistake.

I'm stuck here for two planes of mine.

Titch, and Tommy Rumbel, I'm due to apologize.

Perm, perhaps you'd do almost for a brandy by way of recompense.

No, awfully kind of.

It was still eating, actually.

Oh, never mind.

Never mind.

My apologies again.

Bye bye.

Bye.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

I'll be back.

Well, these guys are.

I've been there for two days.

I've been there for two days.

I've been there for two days.

I've been there for two days.

Well, these guys are.

I've been there for two days.

Oh, my apologies again.

Goodbye.

They was a bit off this, for a second.

I have a reputation for it.

No.

Not true, of course, but what they expect and no more than they deserve.

Yeah, you'll have us under the tide for you.

Well, we're talking about...

Yes.

Yes you were...

...giving advice.

...head and night.

You're giving me advice, head and books.

I don't know.

Give up your bending hotel.

Come to Oxford.

Start a new place there. We need you.

If Oxford needs me, you know, swear to farm me.

In the holidays.

Why should I budge?

Because you're the thing he meant to light.

You have put this mind to exist in the mind.

Soap with says so.

Soap with? Who's even his own?

A colleague of mine.

Well, Professor English.

Stay to the bending.

Try it.

I spoke to him last night.

Oh, check it up on me, was you?

You remind us of an ancient goddess.

Yeah, how ancient.

Timeless.

The goddess series goddess of corn and vegetation.

Earth, mother.

Toppit says.

He won't go to heaven unless you're there.

Oh, no, I'm not a rotten professor's tool.

Why, you got nothing better to do with your brains than that.

A roll of bad goddesses.

Hm.

Educators then.

I think it's in hand.

Sure is your way.

Tell me about a villa, I think.

All right.

Wait up.

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

Soap with all of this, he said you cast a spell there.

The man raised his own mind like this.

No.

Mm.

You are spoken for, naturally.

Are you?

I don't wish to pry.

Oh.

I have no moments.

No.

I'm a bit like you, I think, with the hotel and that.

It's setting me ways.

Really?

I see.

No, we're not paying that.

You take that to, uh, two-loos low trick on his friend over there.

They'll send that.

Oh.

Oh, wasn't that a bit heartless?

No, they can afford it.

Their fathers are stinking rich and they've had enough free wine out of me in the past.

Come on.

There was one woman in my life.

Her name was Anthea.

I pursued her energetically.

But she had a deen of some dead man hall.

I still see her in the high from time to time.

We...

...estined cards at Christmas time.

I'm afraid you'll remind me of her.

The eyes.

Since then, over 30 years, a mild flirtation or two.

I'm more or less inclined to be the exchange of views on all manner of topics with my cleanly lady.

The respectable Mrs. Dart.

For some turtle until tonight.

You lit a fire in me, you see.

Are you sure that I just need to tell you more?

No, no, no.

Is it?

No, no, I'm used to that.

Never roaches these feelings of me, usually.

Where are we going?

I thought you were taking me home.

See you, Daisy.

Good evening, ma'am.

I hope you had a pleasant evening, huh?

Oh, very nice. Thank you, Star.

That's, uh...

...Bins and needles.

Yeah.

What a room for the professor, have we?

We are rather formal.

Must have a boot cupboard or something.

Oh, he was number 17.

Oh, yeah, that left to do.

Do you go fancy a nightcap, professor?

Yes, oh, yes.

The way I sit.

Herbert.

Well, that's my name.

Yes.

Well, the way I sit.

Love is necessary to most people.

Thank God it's never really been necessary to me.

I think it is necessary in some lives.

If once you have it, it's better to frame it, look back on it,

then fiddle about with it once you've had it.

Your mentality should control you.

It's easy to say.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Do you, sir?

Listen.

At the end of the month, I'm going to America, to lecture in Seattle.

Now you must come with me as my companion fellow traveler,

nothing else.

An adventure.

Oh, leave the painting.

For a while.

Why not?

You've done all you can here.

I've slept with the greaseless man.

Oh, we're my guy.

Who is I?

Now, friend, now I want you to consider it most seriously.

America.

It'll refresh you.

No.

No, I'm not too bad.

Now.

Stop.

Well, oh.

Where do I go?

Stop.

Oh, yes, sir.

The professor is going to bed now.

Yeah.

We'll discuss it further in the morning.

Good night.

Good night, Herbert.

America.

Shh.

Oh, oh, it's that.

It's that.

You're right.

There she is.

Oh, I beg my foot.

Is there a light in here?

Oh, yes, sir.

There I am.

Yes, sir.

Oh, oh, oh.

I mustn't wait for the ladies.

Disgrace.

It's always the same.

Mayor Cooper.

Tale between the ladies.

Oh.

I owe some money, don't I?

Oh, it doesn't matter.

No, no, no.

I'll try and get it tomorrow.

From Daphne.

And if I can, you'll come in and out.

Yeah, in a moment.

Good night.

Yeah.

Louisa?

Oh, hello, Charlie.

Oh, pardon me for not rising.

Now, come on in if you're coming.

There's a bleeding draft.

Come on, that furniture.

You're drunk.

So are you.

Yeah, that's right.

If you self-aglassing, brought us another.

You've been up till all evening.

I've been up with Tommy Shepard.

Sir Prince of his.

Louisa, have you been doing much of this?

Drinking alone.

Do you mean have I become an habitual sossela?

Only when I feel like it.

Cheers.

Louisa, I don't like seeing you in this state.

You should watch yourself, my boy.

Louisa, who's this?

Professor.

What?

Star was telling me.

Yeah, well, we shouldn't have.

Star of gossiping, I'll have his guts.

Oh, it's not his fault, I asked him.

Oh, it's your interest.

That's natural, I should want to know.

You bear me love affairs?

If you're happy, that's all.

I'm quite happy, thank you, Charlie.

Not with a professor of Latin.

It can't be.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

You can't be.

Yeah, what a blooming cheek.

You come back here after 18 months

and you start throwing your weight about.

Don't worry, I can't help it if I can say it.

I'm your oldest friend.

No, not anymore, you're not.

You're a guest in this hotel like any other.

You need a got no rights over me, Charlie.

I said, are you trying to think?

No, the fusillist says rubbish.

You can't sweep away the past.

All that's happened between us.

Can I try?

No, of course you can't.

Like it or not, we're part of each other's lives.

Always will be.

We have a child to prove it.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to use that word.

No, you're better not.

All the same, she exists.

She's growing up, she's pretty.

What do you want to hear?

No, I don't.

You just looked your own life.

You get that sorted out and don't use me or this place

or anyone here as an answer to your problems.

What do you mean?

You know very well what I mean.

Sorry, I've known it.

Well, you're blind then.

Your wife, this will I mean?

That Ted's tongue up little thing upstairs.

Margaret, she's perfectly happy.

Well, she don't look it to me.

Oh, nonsense.

On the strength of one teapot, are you right off my marriage?

I resent that, Louisa.

Right, good. We got those sorted out.

You look after your life. I'll look after my life.

That's what we agreed on.

Not forever.

Yes, Charlie.

Come on, make it easy for me,

I might be going away.

Go in.

It might be mine. Not yet.

But where?

I'm not going to America.

Well, that's four.

Well, what does anyone go to America for?

Have a look at it, not Christopher Columbus.

Oh, push off. Will you, Charlie? I've done enough talking for one night.

Oh, come on.

Now, I say must we.

Oh, yes, we'd better.

Come in.

Oh, it's you two. What do you want?

We crave your forgiveness, Mrs. Trotter.

Oh, you.

Is our little jay.

You'd rather misfire, don't you, Fright?

We didn't mean any harm.

No, well, it come to no harm as it happened. Luckily for you.

Oh, good.

In fact, Marlle, of course, to be grateful.

Really?

Do you miss a lot about this, uh, Professor Eels?

Well, it's not much to tell, really.

You see, the reason we did it.

You thought he needed a woman.

Yes, that's right.

And the poor old fellow spends all his days wallowing in some of the most erotic poetry in literature.

Actually, literally dripping from his lips, but dried up and empty inside.

It's rather lonely, actually.

We thought he needed a treat. We thought of you.

Oh, that was thoughtful.

Yeah, well, naturally, we didn't expect anything to happen.

Oh, good Lord, and it was the last thing.

Sorry, but, uh, ladies, we would like to see you don't do me if you're not too busy.

You're all right, Marlle. I'll be up in a minute.

Very good, Marlle.

Well, it's awfully good of you to take it so well.

Yes, it is.

Toto.

Hey, just a moment.

Is there another don at your college called Sopwith?

Sopwith? No?

Mrs. Trotter, Charles is being very stubborn.

There are a lot of things here.

Look, there is no question of anything going anywhere, Margaret.

I gave everything to Louisa a long time ago in payment of a debt.

A debt?

I don't mean money. It was more of a gift.

I have no intention of taking anything back now.

I don't remember no gift, Charlie.

I don't remember anything.

I don't remember anything.

I don't remember anything.

I don't remember anything.

I don't remember anything.

I don't remember anything.

I don't remember anything.

No gift, Charlie.

What?

You just left a mirror to be collected sometime.

That's not true.

You take what you want, my dear. It's all replaceable.

There you see.

Now, Louisa.

Goodbye, Charlie.

Now, hurry up and get dressed, darling.

We're put to see the house and catch our train.

Good morning, Professor.

Oh, good morning, Mrs. Atrotter.

Yes, is she about?

I expect she's in her parlor.

She usually is at this time of day.

You want to see her?

No.

No, no.

No.

May I have just been out of buying your book?

Life and works of Catalassa.

She requested it.

Good God.

Naturulids.

Very fruity you know.

I expect that's why she wanted it.

You know Mrs. Trotto?

No.

No, no, I don't.

You see, that's the point.

We were the victims of a practical joke.

Were you, though?

Yes.

And one says things.

In Vino, Purdy Tomb, and come the door on you.

Don't remember.

Don't remember thing.

Terrible.

Well, it's not true that you leave, isn't it?

Hi.

Vaihilich has said she would lordy's and me a telly.

It is, and may I will do a pack and that you are going to America.

Oh, Blamey, don't I get no privacy here?

My only it is.

You'll treat it like a blooming hotel.

Good, innit?

Yes, darling.

Professor asked me to give you this.

Oh, yeah.

Where is he?

He left.

Well, for me, it's a Catalassa.

No, is there a Catal?

Here, I can't read Latin.

He asked me to draw your attention to the translation.

Poem eight, madam.

Page 34, the first two lines.

Oh, shh.

Beautiful one.

Vour Catalassa.

Leave off playing fool and give up as last.

What you see is last.

Found memories.

Herbert.

What's up with?

Stops.

Oh, well.

There goes America.

Seems I'm stuck here with the rest of my bong dice.

Well, there's some of us that's quite pleased.

Oh, I'm about Mr. Softworth.

Yeah.

I've gone through the books and I've asked Mr. Merriman,

who's usually got a very good memory for names.

But we can't seem to please so at all. Do you think he exists?

Oh, yeah, he exists, Merriman.

He's rather a retiree, insult a gentleman.

What?

Oh, well, maybe, don't worry.

Yes, Merriman.

Oh, Margold.

Thank you, Prince.