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But let me offer you some coffee at the vicarage.

We still more than an hour before the service.

Thank you, Vicar.

Mr. Enfield?

Thank you.

Lord Henry Norton, Charlie's uncle, whom I believe you'll know,

Mrs. Trotter, is my guest for the day.

Oh, yeah, I'll say unknown.

That must be first job.

Assistant Cook and the old boys' kitchens.

Oh, well, no wonder he remembers you.

She's hard to do the honors for us today,

standing in for the real hour, who's still grazing innocently

in some foreign pasture.

Where is the lab, Mr. Enfield?

Canada, so far as we know.

I know when I have a pleasure.

I know, and I ask for ease.

The brassner found little sand on us for these.

I know about what work, but to keep this from sin.

I'd like some fine day on the own, far side to him.

I don't know, husband, to come from his work to his team.

To his team.

To his team.

I'm so big of him for me.

I'll tell you.

Well, I sympathise with Mrs. Ord and her selective amnesia.

If only more of us could share it.

Forget the unpleasant things, eh?

I take what you mean, forget, especially the thousands

of Yorkshire men lost in the war.

I'd be properly grateful for our survivors.

Something like that.

But it's asking the impossible, isn't it,

to be valued for living when there are so many more to adore

for having died?

You have to be more than dead to be a do-what, Mr. Enfield.

You think so?

I only know that the men who came back all to forget,

whilst those who stayed at home seem determined to make us remember.

It struck me as an amusing irony, that's all.

Well, my boy, I enjoy a good memorial service.

Or a good funeral come to that.

It's my belief.

You'll have to moor before you can forget.

I'm sure.

But I know what Mr. Enfield means.

We do still tend to glamourise the whole wretched,

sordid business.

But I miss Charles.

When his wife died so tragically,

we spent a lot of time together here and I.

I remember thinking, you're still a young man, Charles.

Get up and make another life.

But I never seem to be able to help you much.

Perhaps the place.

I believe you succeeded when I failed, Mrs. Trotter.

Then war was declared.

And if I saw him again.

I suppose I felt a particular sympathy with Charles after Margaret's death.

My own wife died, you know, whilst we were still very young.

So I used to think that we'd go down the range to school.

All that got us without no.

You should have really picked up right, too.

And I don't know, Lottie.

I'm a writing man, I know.

But we don't need men anymore, L.S.

We've got vogue.

We mean like hostel, up with.

Oh, no.

Come on, Lottie. We're going to be late.

Now, my boy, I'm sure you're all right.

I cite his keen as a horse.

Tell me, do I intend to say it is my very considerable honor?

Or do I intend to say it is consequently my honor?

You have, it is my very considerable honor this day.

Ah, Mr. Twinkle.

I'm very, very...

You fancy bit of drawing, Vickers?

Oh, yes, that's Lottie Richards' work.

You probably remember the child.

Dirty cheeky little monkey, she was.

And you will ask her.

Well, I remember. Yes, I remember her.

She comes to me for the odd class in botany music, that sort of thing.

He's a bright, lively sort of child.

Tell me, Truthpicker, Charlie asked me to keep an eye on Lottie Richards.

Now he's gone.

No fire, I was dead.

And I've ever talked to you about her sometime.

Well, Charlie always did have a soft spot for the kid.

Yes, I remember.

Which is why I've taken a special interest in her myself.

Tell me, Mrs. Trotter, what does it mean to keep an eye on Lottie Richards?

Well, now, I think it means just what I decide, Charlie, would have wanted it to mean.

Forgive me, but I must go and get rid of you.

So you was never tempted to marry again, Vickers?

No.

Losing Carrie rather took the heart out of me.

The bird used to be a great sorrow to me that I had no sons.

Now I thank God I had none to lose.

You're not sorry.

Let us commemorate and commend to the living memory of our Heavenly Father,

the shepherd of souls, the giver of life everlasting,

those who died in the Great War for our country and its cause.

May we especially remember the men of this village who fell,

whose absence is felt by all of us here and most acutely by their loved ones.

Samuel Richard Aeskoff, Joseph Markham Aeskoff, William Dodd's Bell,

James Philip Courtney, William Clarence Courtney, Joseph Courtney,

John Stanley Richards, Gerard Thirkel, Charles Windham Tyrell,

if I can't hazel me up.

They shall grow not old as we that are left grow old.

Aids shall not weary them nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning we will remember them.

It is my very considerable honor this day to unveil the memorial stone,

which the people of this village have erected in loving and grateful memory

of those men who never return from the war.

The Legion of the Living salutes the Legion of the Dead.

We will not break faith with you.

Thank you.

No doubt, pray your life and fast dream.

Help of the helpless, go out like we need.

Mrs. Trotter!

Mrs. Trotter!

Mrs. Trotter, I don't expect you remember me, boy.

Yeah, last time I saw you.

Like a little thing, honey, come up to me, waste.

You change the dance that more than I have.

You remember you.

May Jeremy, Miss Lottie Richards.

Charm, to meet you, my dear.

Where is your mum?

Well, mum don't like this sort of thing.

Makes a cry.

He's a captivating child, do he, sir?

So you keep saying, Major.

She seems happy enough.

They're Charles the Silver Land.

They're feeding a bloody whirlwind.

I'm not a bigger busy improving her mind.

That's enough.

The child of remarkable perception than to.

I'm not a bigger busy improving her mind.

That's enough.

The child of remarkable perception than to.

Yes.

Your old crunches are all the same.

She's young, she's pretty, and she knows it.

She's a sore in here, so smile to get away with anything.

That's what my mum said about you, honey.

You're not feeling well, is it?

No, I'm just tired, this one.

You're feeling like a bloody ghost all day.

Standing about Charlie's grave.

Tip turn around that dead empty house.

Putting on a show at the memorial.

I don't belong here.

I never did.

You, Charlie and I, really think we could get married and live up here.

Cock of Snoop and all them toffee-nose county ladies.

None of it's real, no more.

I don't know, Major. What the animal gonna do now?

What about my job?

That captive-eating child, is your caller.

Why? What are you up to, Louisa?

Never showed you Charlie's last letter to me, did I?

Yeah, I'm pretty that bit at the bottom of the page.

And then there's the question about daughter, is that?

Speak up, Major.

Do better than that, can't you?

Now that dear old Will Richards is dead, I worry about her.

Elsie never was the most reliable of women, you know?

Look into Lottie's situation, will you, my dear, and take whatever action you feel is necessary.

Perhaps she has already found her place in life, but I shall feel easier

knowing that you were to keep a friendly eye on her.

Well...

She seems happy enough.

Oh, for God's sake, stop repeating yourself.

If you want me to advise you, Louisa, I'd say you should call on the mother.

Sound out the home front.

Yeah, I thought you'd say something like that.

Look, as far as Lottie Richards is concerned, I want to keep me distant.

Yes, that's right. Not careful now. Do you see it?

Yeah.

This is the answer, though.

I've got you, young lady.

You've seen a nice, in lead box about the place.

No, I don't have a nice in-lead box to it.

No, no, it's... it's Lord Hazel, I'm here.

Well, what will you be doing here then?

I'll be here in the morning.

I'll be here.

I'll be here.

I'll be here.

I'll be here.

I'll be here.

I'll be here.

I'll be here.

I'll be here.

Well, what will you be doing here then?

I thought I might have left it here.

Why?

As I can't find it, no place else.

It's that woman, as you want.

One woman.

That, er, that long woman, that Mrs. Watson now...

Mrs Trotter, Nanny, Mrs Trotter. Well, what does she want with it?

I don't know.

There's, er, there's no but one, come.

No matter.

What Lottie wants, we all listen, er, please.

I don't know.

She'll end up now in the fish now, Foul.

I'm not going to stick it a milking cow's rest of my life if that's what you think.

Oh, what are you going to do then, madam?

What's the chance to get them off?

Oh, look at...

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Well, Lottie.

Do you think there's some truth in what Nanny says?

Coolest knot.

I mean, everything's different, aren't it?

Nobody seems to have noticed.

I'm scold and paid silver at church.

Hmm.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh shit.

ags me.

Oh.

Shit.

I want this to pee.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

I want this to pee.

Shit.

Shit.

I want this to pee.

Shit.

I want that to pee.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

I want that to pee.

Shit.

Shit.

I want the rooster.

S Foot.

And me with a child still on my hands.

Oh, a lot of his hardly child no more, Mrs. Richard.

Don't she work?

Oh, she works at that court in his place.

With cows, milk and such.

She a good girl?

Good.

Huh?

When will that girl have a good?

Little devil don't know what word means.

Look for me, Mario, were you?

Yes, this right.

I remember.

Old friend of his large ships.

That's right, I was.

Mrs. Richards, I'd like to do something to help.

He's hard without a breadwinner.

Now, Lottie looks like a bright kid.

Sometimes I don't know where next bite's coming from.

Given half a chance, what would she like to do?

Who, what?

Lottie, what she want to do with her life?

Not so far as I know.

Now, to a bitch and ever else to.

From the looks of her, she wants to dance and sing like

Finnish Monkman.

Maybe cook like the Reuser Trotter,

set their bloody Thames on fire.

I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about.

We've had our live here, Mrs. Trotter.

I don't know what to do with Lottie.

What's going to happen to the girl if she stops here?

Apeum.

What should happen to her?

She'll live while she'll like the rest of us.

Well, there's not wrong with life here that a bit more money

wouldn't see right.

No, and there's a lot wrong with it.

A bit in spin polish would see right.

Good day, Mrs. Richards.

She thinks she is coming here like that.

I remember well enough.

No trouble.

She stood up last time, shall we?

She won't let her.

That devil.

She's getting lost.

Oh, she's right now.

Why do I do?

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

You're a hard man.

Well, as a young man major, I was a full-blooded romantic.

I've read too much poem, listened to too much sentimental music.

They're unhealthy.

I was dimly aware of it at the time, but both my youth and the taste of the period inclined me to it.

I'd rather have your romantic still.

In my experience, nothing is worse than a romantic temperament turned cynical.

I believe you're right.

But now I wonder, Major, can a romantic become a realist?

And would becoming a realist, consistent having more realistic fantasies,

or in working harder to make them come true?

You know, when I was a young chap, the moment my fantasies threatened to become real,

which just occasionally they did, I was off.

Fast design could run.

I wasn't very different.

My youthful fantasy was to fight for our dear queen.

But when the time came for me to go off to the Zulu wars, I...

I hit up in the old loft at home terrified.

I'd have done almost anything not again.

But you went.

But then I had no choice.

Another cried.

Scried when I came home, too.

Hey, kid.

I'll see. Whatever, is he?

I'll see.

What ever are you talking about?

You're talking about you.

You're trying to be cruel.

My own eyes, you pushed you to grave me.

What can I do?

I should draw my eyes.

She means, Louisa is kidnapped, not here.

I mean, she does.

Let's do it like this.

Elsie Doopie's tried to be carved.

Now, why should Mrs Trotter kidnap Lottie for heaven's sake?

I should not ignore him.

I'm just getting a heavy thingy bit of the drumming moon.

I'll smitten you, Lottie.

Oh, pants!

Oh, my little gnome.

What's matter?

I thought you'd go.

I can't wear.

I thought that woman would stop.

I don't do things beyond people's backs.

Mrs. Doopie's doing.

Then running off with her like that, frying in the mason.

Please don't climb on there.

You were just saying when we left it to Mary.

Then it changed his mind.

She makes you a cholabolo.

He had to ask her again for a quiet life.

Oh, that's you all over it in about it.

Remember, some of that years ago was not to do with your carpet.

You can't remember what you had for breakfast.

Well, I'm sorry if you was frightened, Mrs. Richards, but as you can see, Lottie's quiet saint.

But how many ideas have you put in the house, silly?

You all as were a dachshright.

Now you're on your own and you get dachsh

over the minute.

Come on.

Oh, borth on your own.

Thanks for riding, Mrs.

My god, what an unfortunate woman.

Okay.

Surely the cat is in the house.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Surely the cat of the city is always more volatile.

I don't believe the local temperaments changed much.

I think you'll find the same downright honesty and thrift in these dales as in the old days.

The same good heart of the set of London.

Oh, uh, mate?

Do you want a quiet, Louisa?

Yeah.

What's this?

Oh, that's Nanny Shaw.

She's forgotten it.

She forgets everything.

I don't know.

I think she ain't got a clue.

I am.

You hated the side of each other first time, will you, mate?

Well, maybe we understand each other better now.

I've been trying to remember who it is your mind's about and it's just come to me.

She's the very image of a little terrier I had as a child.

She shares the terrier's tenacity, too.

Ha, ha, ha, ha.

Vic, what plans have you got a mind for Lottie?

I...

I don't have any plans for Lottie.

She's hardly my responsibility, is she?

Besides, I thought you were the one with the plans, Mrs. Trotter.

I can't stand the thought of a living in that pigsty.

Oh, you extensurate.

It's a pigsty.

The old salve that lives in its drumcar for time.

Nonsense, Mrs. Trotter.

Well, I bet you haven't darkened their door since the day Will Richards died.

My dear, may not have settled into money, will you, answer?

Money's the magic I'll do everything these days, isn't it?

I think you appreciated magical properties, well enough.

I don't want Lottie out of there.

She's coming back to London with me.

I think that's what Charlie would have wanted.

With you, Mrs. Trotter.

Whatever makes you suggest there.

I don't understand.

I don't deserve to see that such a drastic solution is strictly necessary.

You say that Charles would have wanted you to take Lottie Richards back to London.

Vic, do you remember when Lottie was just a little thing a few weeks old and Charles had to take her?

I think a few weeks old and Charlie brought you up here for the Richards to take.

But I don't think nothing was ever said then about where she was found or who she was.

She was ours.

Charlie's in mine.

Now, I mean, all these years later you want to take her away.

This is her home.

I mean, whatever, her blood, this is where our roots are.

Her home, sweet home, home, paper and animal to live in.

A bolt hole, place to stay dry.

Aren't you looking at Lottie's life?

A bit exclusively material point of view.

I'm surprised at you, Vicar.

Lottie is Charlie Hazelmyer's daughter.

Trying to do what he'd have wanted me to.

I don't pretend I'd be a good mother to her.

I wouldn't know where the altar starts.

But she's old enough to do without that now.

When I was her age, I was out in the big wide world on my own.

No, it's a matter of...

Don't you think the young lady should be given the facts?

And Lottie's side for herself?

No, I don't want to talk.

I don't want to know who I am, but yet.

You don't think you're just trying to ease your own guilty feelings, Mrs. Trotter?

I ain't got no guilty feelings.

Lottie Charlie?

No, I don't feel guilty about me and Charlie.

Who was going to get married when the gun stopped?

Only they didn't stop in time.

Well, no, you know.

It's given you something to think about, Avica.

Time for home, Major.

Oh, thank you.

I may say that brief further omission was.

I haven't enjoyed a game just so much for years.

Not I, Major, not I.

We'll do it again soon.

Yeah.

Oh, allow me.

Saint Jeremy Hill?

Oh, Nanny, I thought you'd go on home.

I'm just on the way now, Chef.

Good night, sir.

Good night, Nanny.

Damn.

Damn.

Nanny.

Nanny!

Where's Lottie?

To Pierre, she's not coming.

Do you want the affair, but it's...

And what do you know about it?

We're making biscuits now.

Not biscuits, Lottie.

It's a bad business.

I know that all right.

We're very wrong to run off carrying trails like that.

Maybe I was, maybe I wasn't.

But I'm not going to get a little bit of a problem.

You don't have to run off carrying trails like that.

Maybe I was, maybe I wasn't.

But I've seen where you look at her.

Look at who.

Lottie! Lottie!

But you're a... You know.

What are you talking about?

You know well enough what I mean.

You can be a debarishly nosy suspicious old woman, can't you?

Maybe I can't, maybe I can't.

But that girl will be far better off away from here.

But you don't like the idea of Mrs. Trotter taking away to London?

I never did like that woman.

Ah-ha, so you do remember her?

Sometimes I do and sometimes I don't.

By the way, what about the keys?

What about the keys?

Did you give them to Mr. Enfield?

I'll give him the big, bolder chair.

I suppose you mean there's a small bunch you still have.

No.

But a key.

One key?

The front door?

Side door.

I never thought time would come when I couldn't be trusted with them keys.

You know, it's not a question of that, Nanny.

Have you noticed her?

Everything in this room is so old.

There's nothing young,

or fresh or even new.

Oh, you've been here a long time now, haven't you, sir?

And no woman to look after things?

No.

What about this Mrs.

What's her name?

I thought you liked her.

Oh, I do.

She's a splendid woman.

But she's a young girl's guardian.

You're not suggesting I should solve it all by Maddie and the lady, I hope?

I don't suppose she'd love you, would she, sir?

Oh.

They can't.

Oh, good gracious woman.

They can't find Lottie.

Let's go to the truth, I can't.

She went to bed all right last night, but when I got up this morning, she'd gone.

Would she be with a friend with little Liz perhaps?

I have to know, with that woman more like, coming here, making trouble.

I should have the last time.

Oh, come here, see.

I'd call around the village after the service.

But Lottie should never have been told.

I know, I know.

It was Mrs. Hord came spilling it all out.

With Lottie lying there, it works, still.

But I should have been told, shouldn't I?

How do she think I am?

Only one more has brought that child up all these years, loved her and cared for it.

What have she ever done for Lottie except drop her little pup?

Don't distress yourself, sir, my dear.

Of course we'll find out.

She must be about somewhere.

Else you must stop drinking.

I only take a drop of stuff now and then.

No, Lottie always were a little devil and she'll be hiding away somewhere out of spite.

Don't you worry about it.

I have your eye, Mrs. Hord.

Of course I am, love.

Oh, sure, I didn't put that box back in that desk.

Whatever did I do, wait.

What did I do, wait?

Well, it certainly isn't here, Mrs. Hord.

Wait a minute. I've remembered.

Well, you stop here.

I don't like for talking about an ear, behind Lord Ethel Meers back.

I thoroughly approve of your pants for Lottie, Mrs. Trotter.

I'm glad of that.

Now, to have your approval.

I thought it might help.

To know someone's on your side.

I don't know where my plans for Lottie are anyway.

Oh, come, Mrs. Trotter, everyone, but everyone knows.

Oh, don't live in a bloody village.

So you think I look like I need help, do you?

Yes, anyway.

To be more exact, you look like a woman who's grown too self-reliant.

It shows after a while.

Well, you may be right.

You're remarkably honest.

Do you have time now for anyone other than Lottie?

You have to mean money, Mr. Enfield.

Perhaps.

You should have more confidence in yourself.

I've got more than enough confidence in my judgment of character, Mr. Enfield.

It is.

I've put my hand right on it.

There you are, Mrs. Trotter.

You are at last.

Then, come on, Mr. Stansfield.

I'm sure you want to be alone, Mrs. Trotter.

Come on, Mr. Stansfield.

Come on, have a couple of coffee, Mrs. Enfield.

Okay.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Where are the L of you, Bean?

Upstairs.

I think, Nastwie.

Oh, yeah.

I know he was always up there.

Maybe that rock in us.

Yeah.

Get me the frat in me life.

Sorry.

Come here. I'm going to show you something.

Honey, eh?

You're in a civil propaganda, getcha?

You told an lady I saw me.

They were like so much in the fairy story to me when I were a kid.

Then were lady Asil Mayor Garrel.

I remember you coming.

I remember lady Asil Mayor Dyan and all.

I thought it were your fault.

Why could it have been my fault?

They're looking young lady.

You and me don't know nothing about each other.

Before all that, we're a mother and daughter.

Flesh and blood.

Now, if you want a decent start in life, I'm willing to give it to you.

Why?

I want you to have a better chance than what I did.

You managed to, right?

Yeah, I managed.

You're right, I managed, but it was hard.

Too hard, I should have wondered.

Now, I want you to come back to London with me.

I think that's what your father would have wanted.

I've lived here all my life.

He said, I can own a woman.

I knew you was here all the time, didn't you?

When I were little, I thought Lord Asil Mayor was the nicest man in the world.

He never told me I'd see.

Even when he knew I'd been up there in his old playroom.

Not rocking us.

Oh, go away!

You've spoiled everything, everything's spoiled.

I'll be at the hotel in Harrogate if you want me.

I'll be at the hotel in Harrogate if you want me.

It were a dream, see.

But so real, I thought I were awake.

I went nursery last night at all, and I saw Mrs. Trotter come in.

She looked so sad.

And her face were white as chalk.

She came and named Olney looking at me so queer like.

I'm just here.

Between her eyebrows.

We're a black moth.

I reached up to try and brush it away, but...

I couldn't seem to touch it.

Mrs. Trotter just went on looking at me like that for a bit, but she didn't say nothing.

I think she just got up and went away.

Well, you've certainly given us all one devil of a nightmare the last few days.

Oh, thank you, madam.

Didn't you go to bed last night?

No.

Wow.

Bless you.

Don't look so disgustingly paced with yourself.

No.

I'm miserable.

I don't know what to do.

I keep thinking of my dad.

Well, I thought you were my dad and I loved him.

I can talk to him.

I'm not with you, you know.

If your mother will be taken care of, this will be an every day.

I don't want to go away.

Lottie, you always said, the first times I get I'm off.

I don't want to know.

Well, no one's planning to force you.

But tell me, if you stay, how do you see yourself in five years?

Ten years?

Twenty.

What a nice and welcoming piece.

A little spoiled, no?

Why is it spoiled?

You could be proud of your parents, can't you?

And you were fond of your real father without knowing who he was?

Yes, do it so.

It can't be easy for them to part with you.

Anyway, one thing's certain.

Whatever you have here wouldn't last forever.

It would change.

You would change.

You'd soon start to say,

you'd say,

when I was a girl, I used to imagine that I'd run away to London

and all sorts of mad exciting things and you'd laugh.

Yes?

I noticed the way people laugh at what they used to be.

Pretending they don't regret.

Still?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Still?

Before you decide, young lady, there's one thing I want you to do.

Yeah?

Make me a couple of strong, fresh coffee.

What you worried about me last night?

Yes.

Of course I was worrying about you.

I'll keep asking you, sir.

The only of you gone and done, Louisa.

I want with a girl her age.

I've given off a challenge to take over my whole life.

It seems that my well-not-get-rena-well is a wonder or not.

I'm going to go to the house.

Someone to see you.

Oh, not now.

She asked me to clear that out.

I don't know what she wants to keep.

Who is it?

There's his name, Spedding.

I think he stayed here in the war last summer.

Spedding?

I'll tell him to call back later then.

No, no, show him in, will you?

I'll get the decorators out of the hall.

Mrs Trot turned me back in an hour, bringing a guest to the YSS.

All right.

Would you go in then?

Brian.

Good memory.

Well, of course.

How nice to see you.

Please, won't you sit down?

You in charge, huh?

No. No, I don't, thank you.

No, I've been made housekeeper.

Mrs Trot is still the boss.

She's been up in Yorkshire for memorial service.

Blauté is L'Mere.

You were, tended me?

You stayed in his room so they're two friends.

He died soon after he went back to France.

Very sudden.

I thought you'd been killed.

I mean, you were so certain you would be, weren't you?

I might be a ghost.

Don't rule it out.

I thought of you to be an all right.

You might have written.

Do I ask you a violin back?

Is that what you've come for?

I've kept it safe.

It might be a bit dusty.

I'll fetch it, shall I?

I won't be a minute.

Couldn't throw in a cup of tea, could you?

Yes, of course.

What about Simon this way?

Mr Starr, we've come Mr Mereman to bring a pot of tea and some biscuits to the parlour, please.

All right.

Oh, I be.

See the number 16 is near ready.

Mrs Starr just bring her guests back with her.

He's finished the biscuits.

Want some sandwiches now?

Well, I can't do it.

I mean, you'll have to put on yourself.

Your last time he looks this sandwich is this.

Not her, she's busy.

Is that why he wants his violin back so he can train the streets and let the tin came?

Ethel.

I'm sorry, but I've seen him.

Well, I hope Mary doesn't encourage him.

We'll have more around here, cured up at the back door.

We'll have to feel sorry for him.

I've heard there's mages with DSOs working his waiters in some places.

It should not be a good profession.

Oh, give it to me, Mr Mereman, I'll do it.

Better?

When did you last of a decent meal?

What have you been doing since you got back?

All right, don't tell me if you don't want to see a banker.

What have you been doing?

Listen that.

Did it have a hard time finding work?

Yes.

But I've got a job now playing the violin.

That's good. Where? On an orchestra?

Hardly. It's a band, a Tade Donsong.

Come and listen to you.

No, you won't. It's no place for a young woman.

Don't be silly. I can look after myself. Tell me where it is.

Victoria, behind the station, I'll be playing to the accompaniment of trains.

It's a start, anyway. Nothing to be ashamed of.

You played beautifully when I heard you. Real talent.

You'll end up playing in the albatol.

Could you have a bad time when you got back to France?

I heard the papers every day. Looked for your name.

Just one of thousands I was.

Remember that road you told me about? The one you thought would be killed on? Did you ever see it?

Yes.

What you wrong, weren't you? You're here.

So you can't tell the future as well as you thought you could.

Two miles out of St Quentin.

Daybreak.

Drizzling. Quiet.

We weren't expecting much. We were winning.

I saw the curve on the road, just as I'd imagined it.

H. Rose. Cornfield on the other side.

I was with Reynolds.

The Welshman, the one who stayed here with you.

Yes.

We started to walk up the road.

I saw a rabbit lying in a ditch.

It was hurt. I stopped to look at it.

Reynolds went on.

There was a bang and I was flying forward.

I broke a tooth.

I looked round for Reynolds.

There was nothing left of him.

Booby trap.

The rabbit was dead too.

Short, I suppose.

Right spot.

Wrong man.

After that, that didn't seem much point in anything, really.

But you're alive. That's what matters.

By a fluke.

I won't eat rabbit pie again.

My good friend, the rabbit.

You have to forget about it, Brian.

You must. I'll help you if you want me to.

Stop!

I better be going.

Let me decorate this to lay your palms tight.

This is Lieutenant's bed, do you remember?

He's just come to get his violin.

He's just going.

Tell me where I'll do it. Yes.

Goodbye.

It's all about saying.

I'm sorry I didn't have time to finish it.

Come here a minute.

Welcome to the bending.

Lieutenant, shy.

Lieutenant!

Very.

This is Miss Lottie Richards.

Miss Phillips.

Yes.

Got her own for every?

Number 16.

Oh yeah, they'll do.

Oh there you are.

She's away with tea party, would you?

Fisher's a bottle of wine.

Get on with it.

Oh no, this is Star, whole porter.

Oh no, I'm a dog.

She's quite friendly, is.

Go with Miss Phillips now and she'll give your hand.

This way?

I love him.

Oh my gurn, this is tea, what a relief to have you back.

Excuse me.

The place has been in town without you paint pots, ladies and gentlemen.

Sorry, come stop now, Seppen.

Carving creature.

Anything to do with yours, Major.

What?

Good Lord now, just a girl from Bishop's Land.

I've been your child.

Major?

Good man.

Come in.

All right, Phil?

All this for me.

Bathroom is just on the passage.

First time I've ever had to remember me on.

Oh, is it?

Where did you live before?

Women, Mum and Dad.

Cottage and Billy.

Oh, I come from a small village.

In Wales.

Some place, London, Ente.

Buildings and folks.

We're all fields in shape where I come from.

Took me a long time to get used to it.

When I came, I didn't even know there were trees in London.

Murt, cars and buses.

Nice, fair, bus me, hairdrums.

Buses were all drawn by horses in my day.

Shows are times have changed.

Oh no, I can do it.

I'm not much any roped.

Oh, I can't put my pictures up.

No, I'm not really.

I expect we'll find somewhere.

That's pretty.

Did you draw it?

Yeah, I did.

Oh.

Thank you, Maryman.

Decorate was done the job, haven't they?

Oh, yes, Mum, always finished.

Just the dispense left.

Oh, that's good.

Hey, nice to have kept a pre-war, Mum.

All speakers, pad, but the same old feeling in the place.

Yeah, you can do with the liquor paint yourself.

Oh, let me be aware of that suit.

Oh, good few years, Dad, Mum.

Tell me I'm the new one.

What do you think, Major?

What?

Oh, yes.

Not sure I could afford it, Mum.

Oh, I'll pay for it.

Thank you, Maryman.

Thank you, Mum.

Very kind of you.

Oh.

We're over the first fence.

Cricket course, though.

Cricket course, though.

Erm, what do you make of it?

It was tear, isn't it?

Not of you, I'm at the petition.

Hey.

Well, she's about 17 years of age.

What was happening here 18 years ago?

What is it?

Hey, Mrs. Trotter.

There's a bit of clume in here.

Er, sped up.

Not a bad little room, this.

Max Beibern marks this room.

He likes to sit and watch the courtyard.

You can see what's going on without being seen.

Max Beibern is a cartoon, nist and a man-o-meters.

It's been a bit of a witch, I think.

It'd be a nice idea if you wrote your mother, don't you?

Let her know you've arrived safely.

You and the Mum?

Well, too else, you then, if you prefer.

There's the pen and paper.

Come on.

What's your callie in front of folks?

Well, most people call Mrs. Trotter to be face.

What they call me, the army backs their business.

I can't call you, Mrs. Trotter, it ain't right.

Right?

Well, you and me mother?

Yeah, well, up to a couple of days ago, Mrs. Richards was your mother.

Mr. Richards was your father.

That's right, isn't it?

Now, they took care of you and brought you up.

All your early love belongs to them.

Don't want to spoil that, now, do we?

They're not here anymore.

And you are.

What's different now?

They don't want to.

I know all this is very strange for you.

Strange for both of us.

We don't know what to rush it now, do we?

I think we should just sort it out quietly together, eh?

Now, this isn't a private house, you know.

A lot of people here knew you were your father.

There's a lot of interest stirred up, just with you being here.

So, I think we should stick to what we decided on the train with the Major.

See how it goes.

All right.

If you've got any better ideas, let's hear them.

Right.

Oh, Blahner, I think we'll have to get rid of this lot.

We'll have a bum far.

Go and buy some nice new things in the morning, eh?

Lottie, I'm talking to you.

Sorry.

Now, would you like some supper?

Get Miss Phillips to bring you up, some, shall I?

You know what, Miss Phillips, didn't you?

Yeah.

Right, now, well, I'm all right, you're less, or there's a good girl.

Yeah, now, don't want to know this now, do we?

Oh, she's upstairs with...

Such a...

Yes, oh, Lamy.

Thanks.

Could I drink?

No, uh, a better not, Mrs. Trotter.

Sure, the housekeeper, now you've got responsibilities.

But you handled Miss Kamehbe.

If you feel like a drink, I'd say you were entitled to one, wouldn't you?

Well, she still likes to keep me under a thumb, and I don't mind.

Sups us more freely for the time being,

till some young man comes and sweeps me off.

I can't think what the delay has been in that area.

I've had my share of attention, but I'm hard to please.

That's my trouble.

Oh, I'll never mind about that.

What's been happening up in Yorkshire?

Everybody's been gossiping and asking me about it, and I don't know what to tell them.

As a matter of fact, I wrote your letter about that explaining everything, uh, more or less.

But before I could post it, we were suddenly on the train.

I have it here in my pocket.

Can't you tell me strict?

It's, uh, easier to put things in letters, often.

Oh, I see, I mean, you're not supposed to tell me.

Well, no strict instructions either way.

Then it's what I think it is?

Yeah, I'm afraid it probably is.

Afraid? I think it's wonderful.

Mrs. Trotters hasn't got anything to lose by it.

And a girl's got so much to gain.

Oh, I think she's a nice girl.

She hasn't looked at both of them, don't you think?

Good lord, has she?

Oh, definitely. I saw it at once.

And you can't keep a thing like that a secret.

Well, I think we ought to try.

Oh, take the four.

There's new feelings about that sort of thing nowadays.

Really?

The wars changed everything to when they...

They three!

They can do just what they want to do.

Which is what Mrs. Trotter always did anyway.

There's still society playing to the rules.

There's sort of people who come and stare at the bending.

Come here to break the rules, most of them.

And do what they shouldn't do after the time.

I don't think it'll harm business if that's what you say.

Mrs. Trotters are low unto herself.

So she might as well make a clean breast of it.

To the staff anyway.

Mr. Maryman's been doing his sums already and he won't be fucked off.

Not contaminating vagrant fiddlers to tee in my parlour.

She now uses as a market place for common tittle-tattle.

Vagrant fiddlers?

Who knows what I'm talking about?

Sorry.

Look, Louisa, you've got it all wrong.

No, you have to. Stay put.

You know then, the old bloody world knows I suppose.

No, they don't. And that's just the trouble they guess in, which is far worse, in my opinion.

What do you think, Major?

I agree with Mary that staff should know.

Oh, so that's why you're blabbed, is it?

Blab? Good Lord, no. Mary noticed the likeness, dammit.

What a likeness.

To you and Charlie.

His smile.

Balder, das.

It's absolutely true.

Now, Mary mentioned it.

Fitch, star in Maryman in here.

I'm Mrs. Cochran.

She's cooking dinner, aren't she?

Yes.

Star in Maryman, I said.

I'll stay.

No, you won't. I'll handle this.

Oh, fudge out!

To clear up any misunderstandings or rumours that might be flying around,

her name is Miss Lottie Richards.

She's the only daughter, Mr. Wilfred, and Mrs. Elsie Richards.

Head groom and housekeeper on Lord Hazel Mizzestate.

Her father died in the flu, and her mother...

Her mother is not in a pit state to look after.

So I've brought her down here on my little excursion to get a sight of London.

Got that fixed in your head?

Oh, yes, madam.

Did you believe it, do you?

Absolutely, madam.

You too, madam.

What are you, bub?

Well, your bloody rotten lies, the pair of you.

She's my daughter.

Lord Hazel, here was her father.

Right.

But the other store is the one you stick to if asked.

And you don't tell no one the real version.

But the kitchen, the red and bone man, your mother's all your mistresses on pain of death.

That understood?

Quite bad, madam.

You can rely on our discretion, madam.

Right.

Thank you.

Mary.

I rely on you and the major look after.

Good news where you do with her, but...

Keeper Ockipard, out of Holmes way, if you be so kind.

I won't ignore her.

Take me out to buy some new clothes tomorrow.

And I can't keep me on her and run the hotel as I'm sure you'll appreciate.

And now if you wouldn't mind, it's been a hard day and I've got a headache.

Are you smirking at Charlie?

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