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(Přepsáno pomocí TurboScribe.ai. Upgradovat na Neomezený pro odstranění této zprávy.) Mr. and Mrs. Harrington Seymour.

Mr. and Mrs. MacLean.

Oh, my dears, what a delightful present you

sent us.

Oh, did you like our poor little toaster?

I adored it.

So did Gaston.

And he's a judge of toaster eggs, aren't

you, Gaston?

I'm becoming one.

I'll see you in a moment.

Oh!

Duke, this is an honour.

When you're so busy with your committees and

things.

Oh, delighted, my dear.

I'm afraid I'm very late with my little

present.

Oh, you haven't brought us a present.

Look, Gaston.

What can it be?

A toast, right?

Oh, isn't that charming?

It's George III.

Wendy III.

Thank you so much.

See you later.

Don't look so dreadfully bored.

Oh, they are so dull.

Don't try to be one of them for

the moment.

I try, but...

I warn you...

Hello, Joanna.

Hello.

All prepared for the wedding tomorrow?

How are you, my dear?

Quite perfect.

Let's have a look at her.

Good man, that tailor of mine.

But I'm afraid we shall never make an

Englishman of him.

Oh, he's full of promise.

Gaston, don't be so rude.

No, no, no.

He's quite right.

After all, if it hadn't been for a

bit of luck, I wouldn't be here myself.

A bit of luck for France.

Yes.

Do you want anything?

Excuse me, sir.

There's a person down below who wishes to

see you.

A person?

What sort of a person?

A lady.

A most peculiar young person.

She often shakes hands with me.

Shake hands?

Joanna, here are my children.

How do you do?

My best wishes for tomorrow, then.

Thank you, Master.

And this is the gentleman who is going

to be your stepfather.

Delighted.

Don't you think it would be a good

idea if we...

No, perhaps not.

Master, can I show you your wedding present?

Oh, yes, yes.

Oh, Ferastico, this is magnificent.

We must give it the place of honour.

Oh, but that's Mona.

Dear old Mona, do you remember?

Remember?

Why, we took 23 francs in one evening.

And a goose.

Oh, what a night.

Gaston, haven't you forgotten where you are?

Oh, yes, I really have.

Could I speak to you for a moment,

Gaston?

I'll be back in a minute, children.

How long have you known him?

Who?

This, uh, Mr. Denera.

Oh, I've known him after a year.

Oh, we know him very well.

We slept at the same headsack very often.

How romantic.

Very French.

One never knows where one is with these

foreigners.

You'll be my child.

Is it true that when you first met

him, he was wandering around the public streets

in squares playing the accordion?

I don't see what you're laughing at.

What's blunted and so funny?

Oh, excuse me.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Oh, my poor children, you must be very,

very tired.

I'll show you where you can get some

tea.

Excuse me.

Well?

Don't get up.

Are they looking after you?

Yes, ma'am.

I'm sure you'll be much happier down here,

won't you?

Much.

Yes, much.

You see, upstairs, there's really just the family,

and we shot them.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

Why not?

It's true.

So, they put you in the kitchen.

Whose brilliant idea was this, Joanna?

Please don't be angry, monsieur.

We like it so much better down here.

Really.

So would anybody, but that's not the point.

Joanna, did you do this?

Hadn't we better discuss it outside?

With pleasure.

I see.

They're not going to have a row, are

they?

I don't know.

But I wish we hadn't come.

Astiko is my adopted son, and Blanquet means

more to me than I can say.

I should think they're very probable.

Do you mean that she and I?

Of course I do.

But she's only a child, an innocent child.

Can't you understand?

I forbid you to talk like that.

Blanquet!

Blanquet, have I ever kissed you?

Kiss me?

Why, you've never even thought of it.

You don't want real people.

Only women like her, all dressed up like

a shop window.

And when you look inside, nothing worth having.

Blanquet!

What did she do when she was supposed

to be in love with you?

Marry someone else because of a lot of

nonsense on a piece of paper?

And you let her do it?

Love?

What do you know about love?

It'll serve you both right if you do

marry each other.

Well, do you still think she's...

No.

But anyone can see she's in love with

you.

In love with me?

Of course.

Oh, don't talk such nonsense.

What's the matter, Blanquet?

Has anything happened?

We're going back home at once.

Is the master coming with us?

You're a rascal.

Go on.

And if Blanquet is not fit for the

drawing room, I'm not either.

Well, you must allow her.

I allow nothing.

Look at the way you behaved upstairs, dancing

about like a clown.

Oh, yes, yes.

For a moment, I was natural.

That's a crime here, eh?

How do you do?

No, not at all.

But why can't you be like other people?

Like your uncle Augustus, for instance, eh?

But I don't know anything about India or

going at a tiger in Puga.

Well, at least he doesn't wear a socked

shirt with evening dress.

Oh, that means the end of the world,

I suppose.

Or that fretful tie you insist on putting

on.

Oh, please, Joanna, hands off my tie.

And eating chicken bones in your fingers.

Much the nicer way.

How do you do?

Now, listen to me, Joanna.

Am I never to get a word in?

Listen to me.

You didn't shout.

I'm not shouting.

You are shouting.

I'm not shouting.

You are.

Hello, hello.

Shh.

Something gone wrong?

Gaston's behaving abominably.

Joanna's impossible.

Oh.

Shh.

You mustn't make a scene here.

It simply isn't Gandhi.

Come, come, come, come, come.

Now be good.

Both of you.

Kiss and be friends.

But what's it all about?

My tie, for one thing.

Oh, well, of course that is pretty serious.

You see?

Ah, for heaven's sake.

Is my future happiness going to depend on

a tie?

Certainly.

Because either you've chosen the wrong tie to

go with the wife, or the wrong wife

to go with the tie.

I don't suppose you know it, but you

said something quite sensible.

Oh, I know fully enough.

He's right, Joanna.

Yes, Gaston.

I'm afraid he is.

Don't be upset, darling.

It's all my fault.

But one day, we'll meet the man who

does wear the right.

Best wishes.

Claquette, Asti.

Where are they, do you know?

Those young persons?

Yes.

They've left, sir.

Left?

Where did they go?

To the station, I think, sir.

Charles got them a cab.

Perhaps he can tell you, sir.

Oh.

My coat.

They were catching the seven o'clock train

to Dover, sir.

You mean my coat.

Quick.

Quick, my coat.

I've got to catch that train.

Too late.

I'm afraid, sir.

It's gone.

Excuse me, Joanna.

You've got to help me.

Yes, but I said that's all I mean.

Come along, man.

Good luck, Joanna.

Yes, I say.

What on earth?

You've got one of those things outside.

Goes by itself.

Oh, you mean my new water?

Yes.

You've got to get me to Dover tonight.

Come on.

I'll get you.

That's easy.

It's a very delicate engine, this.

It's going to have a good time, of

course.

Confound it, or I've got to get you

to Dover tonight at any price.

Goddamn it.

She won't stop now.

Well, not yet.

Aren't you going to say good evening to

me?

What are you doing here?

Isn't your wife with you?

There she is.

Is it so difficult to understand?

You don't mean it.

Oh, my God.