All language subtitles for The Last of Mrs Cheyney - 1929.eng

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Alright.

Some of those singers
had horrible voices.

A charity concert
without horrible voices

will not be
a charity concert, George.

By the way it's a small matter.

But there is an H in horrible.

Not where I come
from there ain't.

Gee, what a crowd of swells.

I've called everybody, milord

and ain't been
contradicted once.

'No?'

Who is the tall bloke
alongside the mistress?

The tall bloke is Lord Elton.

A rich, eligible bachelor.

'Seems to have an eye to her.'

He has two eyes to her.

Here comes the..

Oh, Charles?

May we have some tea, please.

It'll be here in a moment.

George, get the tea.

Thank you.

Oh, Charles.

Thank you, Charles.

Not a problem, milady.

Oh, Maria.

Isn't Charles divine?

Oh, every time I see him
I realize

how much our family needs
a drop of new blood.

Did you sneak in here too?

Hello, Madeline.

Thank heavens, this
comic concert is almost over.

Oh, now, Willie, don't grumble..

It's very sweet of Mrs. Cheyney
to have lent her house.

You might quite like, Willie.

What a darling Fay is.

Where did you meet
Mrs. Cheyney, Maria?

In the gambling rooms
of Monte Carlo

later we slept
at the same hotel in Paris.

Tea, Willie?

Uh, no thanks.

I think I'll dash myself

against a whiskey and soda.

Maria, who is Mrs. Cheyney?

She is the widow
of a rich Australian.

Do you think she'll marry
that idiot Elton?

Well, I rather sense that
he is in love with her.

I know another bloke
who isn't far of it, too.

Arthur Dilling? Hmm..

She doesn't appear to be

the slightest bit impressed
by him.

Hello, everybody.

- Oh.
- Hi, dear.

How are you, Willie?

All to the merry, ol' boy.
All to the merry.

I say, uh..
Have a little snifter.

Thank you.

Did you see Mrs. Cheyney?

I couldn't.

She was entirely
surrounded by Elton.

- Oh.
- Oh.

Why don't you marry her, Arthur?

She wouldn't have me!

Anyway by marrying I can make
only one woman miserable

by remaining single
I can make so many happy.

That's frank.

Ah!

Elton?

Well, there you are.

Uh, whiskey and soda?

Uh, thank you.

No.

Uh, how about a glass of milk?

Not at the moment.

Where is Mrs. Cheyney?

She'll be here presently.

She is uh..

She is rather
an attractive women

isn't she, Arthur?

Well, personally

I prefer the word "likeable",
to attractive.

I defer to accuse a beautiful
women of being likeable.

Is to suggest
that our underclothes

are made of linoleum.

'Angel.'

Ah-ha!

'Mrs. Cheyney.'

Oh, Lord Dilling.

I'm going to scold you all

for running away
from my concert this way.

- 'Oh, no.'
- No.

I'm afraid you hate it.

What's more to the point.

We all adore you.

Now, that's a settlement.

To which I heartily subscribe.

Thank you, milord.

After you've all had tea

you'd go back
into the drawing room.

Because Lord Elton is going
to make a little speech for us

about this charity.

Lord Elton,
would you just come here

and give me justice for..

Oh, Mrs. Webley,
have some tea, won't you?

Thank you, dear. Yes.

- How do you take it?
- Uh, sugar, please.

It's okay, please.

Yesterday, I called you up
five times.

And each time
I was told you were out.

What a shame.

Were you out?

No, each time I was in.

Twice, I answered it myself
and told you I was out.

Oh, really?

Pardon me. Shall I start
the collection, ma'am?

- Yes, Charles.
- Very well.

His face is very familiar.

My butler?

Yes. I don't know where
I've seen him before.

Does it bother you?

Uh, it interests me.

It interests me
to know why a gentlemen

should be your butler.

- 'Arthur.'
- Yes, aunty.

I've made Mrs. Cheyney promise
to come to me Friday week.

When you all come.

That'll be awfully jolly.

Splendid.
Then I'll take you down.

Oh, uh..

Lord Elton has kindly offered
to drive me from London.

Oh, great. Then I'll get
Elton to give me a lift.

Now, may I get you a cup of tea?

So sorry, but I promised
to give Lord Elton

some tea in the library.

- Excuse me.
- 'Certainly.'

- 'Oh, Arthur!'
- 'Poor darling.'

Oh, what the devil?

- Cream?
- Please.

- Sugar?
- Please.

No, no.
No, sugar, please.

Oh.

I'll take that.

You see, uh..

...I don't care much
for sweet things.

Oh, no.

Oh, but, of course.

That doesn't apply
to the fairer sex.

Oh.

But I heard differently.

May I ask, what you heard?

That you don't like women.

Oh, but I hope,
I'm the exception.

I should hate you
not to like me.

Well, uh...frankly I, uh

I have to confess

I know very little about women.

But, uh, I like you..

...very much.

Oh, I'm so glad.

Ad, uh, I hope..

...uh, you like me.

Oh, I do.

Very much.

I'm so pleased.

Very pleased.

I'm so glad you're pleased.

So am I.

- Uh-ah, uh.
- 'Excuse me.'

The audience are awaiting
your speech, milord.

Uh, thank you.

Well, back to duty.

Duty to you, perhaps.
But to me a pleasure.

Oh, charming are you.

Lord Dilling has asked me
to tell you, milord.

That no one is more eager
for you to begin than he is.

Oh.

Well, I have another idea.

Um, you must stay here and rest.

- Oh, but--
- Oh, yes.

You've had a tiring day.

But I wouldn't miss
your speech for world.

Really?

I have it.

I'll leave that door open
and speak loudly.

Then you can stay here
and enjoy.

Listen to me,
at your ease. Now..

May I?

A cushion?

- Thank you.
- Aah.

Here.

You will leave this door, open.

Yes, milord.

I'll be back.
I'll be back.

Well, isn't it delightful?

Aren't you grateful to me?

For what?

For ridding you
of that awful bore.

It isn't Lord Elton,
who bores me.

'Ladies and gentlemen.'

- Well, it won't be long now.
- Shh.

'Before I catch up
on this great cause..'

'A cause which must appeal
directly to the heart.'

'of every...uh, right minded
British man and woman..'

Would you mind,
removing your hand, please?

'A cause to which
we have devoted our time'

'our energy, our, uh..
Our energy and..'

'...and our time as it were..'

'In, uh, propa-propa..'

Ganda?

'...propaganda
and organization.'

'I wish to propose
a vote of thanks.'

'Uh, to the very charming lady.'

'Who has offered such gracious
hospitality today'

'on to so many unhappy women.'

Here, here. Here, here.

'Or rather to us'

'who are so keenly interested
in protecting unhappy women.'

Would you pardon me.

'I mean the society'

for the protection
of unhappy women.

Please, don't.
I want to hear Lord Elton.

You'd much rather listen to me.

- Well, really?
- Oh, please.

You will be pleased to hear..

...that this charming lady

'likes us all so much.'

'And we like her all so much.'

'Uh, vise-versa as it were..'

'Uh, that I hope..
I mean, uh, we hope'

'uh, she will remain
among us, permanently.'

Here, here. Here, here.

'In my small way I have
endeavored..'

Are you rude to everyone?

Oh, why didn't you answer me,
when I called you up, yesterday?

I don't care to be alone
with you even on a telephone.

You're not going to
embarrass me by telling me

that you're nervous of me.

Oof, you happen to be one

of the few men in the world

I'm not nervous of.

And I feel I ought to be..

Modestly, may I ask why?

I'm told that you've kept
more married men at home

than any other man
of modern time.

And still I don't attract you?

Isn't it odd?

Yes, it-it-it's
very disappointing.

Yes, I feel that too.

My dear, Lord Dilling.

If I allow you to call me Fay.

May I call you Arthur?

I've always wanted to.

- Fay.
- Thank you, Arthur.

May I ask
why I don't attract you?

I realize you should.

Well, you're not actually plain

exquisitely indifferent

even rude to people.

Great sense of humor.

Brilliant and, uh..

Uh, what else?

That's the trouble.

Nothing else.

Oh.

I, I gather you formed
a rather low opinion on me.

Oh, it might be more civil of me
to put it an other way.

I haven't
a very high one of you.

Really?

Have you heard yourself?

Uh. Uh, well.

Uh, not at the moment.

Then, there's hope.

Uh, thank you.

Tell me why were you so anxious

to get me
on the telephone, yesterday?

I wanted to tell you again

that you were
the most attractive women

I have ever known.

Am I?

I hadn't consider whether you
were or not.

Oh, splendid.

And then?

If that went well.

I propose to suggest
a little supper in my flat.

And if that went well?

Then, I'm experienced enough
not to have said another word

until, after the dessert.

Divine!

And now?

The supper invitation..

...still stands.

How disappointing?

I thought you were clever.

But you're really rather stupid.

What you mean?

Oh, to attempt with me

what I suppose have succeeded
with so many women.

Oh..

I see your point.

When actually if a women
comes all the way from Australia

to England with a deliberate
intention of marrying--

Arthur?

- Ring the bell, will you?
- What for?

Charles knows where your hat is.

May I say in conclusion,
how glad I..

Well, swallow that one, Arthur.

And that.

You wished for your
hat and stick, milord.

So, I've been
given to understand.

I can't remember, can you?

What, milord?

Where we met?

We have never met, milord.

I assure you we have.

I was educated at Oxford.

I once passed through Oxford
on the train, milord.

You're manner of speech suggests
that you might have

got out and stayed there
for a few years.

I had no idea that Oxford had
a school for butlers, milord.

Oh, thank you.

Where you with
Mrs. Cheyney in Australia?

Oh, has Mrs. Cheyney ever been
to Australia, milord?

Didn't you know she had?

Well, Mrs. Cheyney would never
think of discussing it

herself with servants.

I accept for a Duke.

There was none meant, milord.

Well, I shall remember
one of these days.

My lady..
Goodbye.

And, oh, my dear.

No matter
what engagement you may have

you won't forget my weekend
party Friday week.

Whatever else I may forget

I shall certainly
not forget that, Mrs. Webley..

Oh, thank you.

Uh, Charles? Will you see
Mrs. Webleyto her car, please.

- Goodbye, my dear.
- Goodbye, Mrs. Webley.

So sweet of you.

Just lovely to have you.

- Goodbye.
- 'Goodbye, Fay, darling.'

Goodbye, Maria.

'Darling, you won't forget
our luncheon, will you?'

Oh, I should be
looking forward to it.

- 'Bye, sweetheart.'
- Goodnight.

'Bye-bye, darling'

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

'Tired?'

Oh, you're still here?

I couldn't leave
without saying, goodbye

to my charming hostess.

Oh.

Goodbye.

And I want to apologize..

...to ask your pardon.

- What?
- Really?

I shall never dream
of asking you

to have supper with me again.

Except in the company
of at least two bishops.

Am I forgiven?

I'm not sure.

Oh, then I must argue the point.

May I stay?

I beg your pardon, milord.

Your chauffeur has been
waiting for sometime.

Well, it's a lovely afternoon

tell him to wait
a little longer.

Very good, milord.

You know, I like that fellow.

My butler?

Yes, I like his insolence.

- He was rude to you?
- The reverse.

I've often been told
to go places.

But never so pleasantly
as he told me a moment ago.

- I shall dismiss him for that.
- Oh, no, don't.

He should have known
that you'd already gone.

But I haven't,
who told you I had?

Oh, some of the women that
went part of the way with you.

I'd go the whole way for a women

who said a thing like that.

What a pity it is, I've chosen
the other direction.

With Elton for your companion?

At least he would know the way.

Tell me.

Did you learn
the art of rebuking people

so charmingly from your butler?

Or did he learn it from you?

Neither.

I expect Charles feels very much

the way I do about it.

If there are to be insults..

...let us get them in first.

I wonder, if you tell me
what you mean by that.

I'd like to.

During the short time you've
know me, Arthur

You made me practically
every proposal

a man can make a women.

With one exception, marriage.

You have treated me as a..

Well, there are various names
for attractive women.

I haven't given you
the slightest encouragement.

And I want you to know
I resent it very much.

Do I make myself clear?

Painfully so.

May I, uh..

May I get myself a drink?

- Why, certainly.
- Thank you.

May I offer you one?

No, thanks.

I'm afraid,
I'm not at all modern.

I don't smoke, I don't drink,
I don't swear.

I'm so sorry.
I forgot.

You know, you depress me.

I don't feel half the fellow,
I thought I was.

And it's rather a blow.

You don't drink alcohol,
with your meals, do you?

I do.
Why do you ask?

Because, you seem to drink
so much between them.

Oh, do I?

I suppose
you despised me even more

if I were to finish this.

- Why not at all.
- Thank you.

'I should like you more
if you didn't at all.'

Angry with me?

I don't know.

I'm something with you,
but I don't know what it is.

Do you know I believe,
you're going to reform me?

As I can see myself joining
one of Elton's purity leagues.

I'm pointing you out.

As a good women
who showed me the way.

It almost makes one resolve
to be a good woman.

Resolve?

Aren't you a good woman?

Not very.

Then..

Then what do you mean by
talking to be as you have?

There's more then one-way
of being a good woman.

There is more..

Are you a good woman
or are you not?

Why do you want to know?

Because, I shall feel
such a fool, if you're not.

I am.

Could anything be more
respectable than that.

Nothing.

And it's the one thing in my
life

that I've never done before.

Goodbye.

You ought to assume that
I've blown you..

...an honorable kiss.

Fay, you were great.

You're cautioned.

Darn this dickey!

Bloomin' thing's choking me.

You the regular knockout,
you are.

- Boys, let's have a drink, aye?
- Yeah.

Let's do that right.

One for you..

Don't tell him
that you're George.

Cheyney, good luck, old girl.

You must be mad.

Even the curtain's not drawn.

Well, Fay dear.

Had the charity concert
born fruit?

Yes, I have the invitation.

I've been asked to stay
with Mrs. Webley

as the honored guest.

- By the weekend.
- Great!

- Isn't it?
- Yeah.

Charlie boy. That was
the great idea of yours.

You know, them there bird's eggs
of old lady Webley's

struck me as being
worth, say, 30,000 pounds!

And then some.

But she's got
better ones at home.

Blimey!

If we could pull this off

we could retire.

- And live like swell.
- Yeah.

I should have added

I haven't definitely
accepted the invitation.

Any more of that,
Charles will decide

me positively not to do it.

Pretty lot of little pets
you have, Charles.

May I ask, my love?

Why you were in doubt?

Certainly.

I happened to like these people
all very much, Charles

and the idea of taking
Mrs. Webley's pearls

from her is...very distasteful.

- I understand.
- Oh, for heaven's sake.

Let's string in 355
and then done with it.

Know your foreign police well,
have you?

Perhaps you have ideas of
becoming Lady Helpner.

Who can say?

You know, the other man
is harder than any kind.

So they tell me.

Uh, and don't forget
one thing, my sweet.

The pearls we want
from Mrs. Webley

were taken by that lady
from the wives of the men

who gave 'em to her.

That's true.

You're right, Charles.

- You're always right.
- 'Aw.'

Will, oh, dear,
what was the name

of the tune you want me to play?

- Carefree and happy!
- Carefree and happy!

Carefree and happy, alright!

All together, boys.

* Carefree and happy *

* Some good times are coming *

* I won't have trouble no more *

* I'm happy and carefree
be happy *

* Where hard luck
can't find me *

* And a horse showed
over my door *

* I found a piece of rainbow *

* It's my lucky day *

* No wonder
I'm shouting hurray *

* Carefree and happy
for good times are coming *

* I won't have
trouble no more **

Is anything a miss?

Why? Uh, no.

You seem thoughtful tonight.

Oh, it is nothing.

Ooh, what a divine night!

I would love to be out
in the exquisite garden.

'Being told by someone
that I'm the most'

'beautiful thing
he'd ever seen.'

Who would you like to be told

that by in particular?

Shouldn't give a hang, darling.

So long as it was a man
and I was told it.

Doing anything
for a few minutes, Arthur?

I am but Willie isn't.

Come and make love to me
in the garden, Willie.

Not tonight, Joan.
It's too windy.

'Scared?'

My worth.
How I hate my face!

Supposing you have to live
with it like your poor wife has.

I never thought of that.

I'll give you a little present.

Thank you, Willie.
I deserve it.

Allow me.

Oh, that's very civil
of you, Arthur.

Not at all.

I just don't want you
to look over my hand.

Am I to assume that you
think I would cheat?

You are to assume that
I'm sure you would cheat.

Why are you making
those curious noises?

I was only laughing.

Those two appear
to be getting along famously.

Beautiful! Beautiful! Really.

'You never hear
the charming little thing.'

Uh, I used to sing it
myself in my younger days.

Oh, really?

'My call.'

- Isn't she charming?
- Adorable.

You know, I'm getting rather
a sneaky liking for her myself.

Really?

Oh!

Gracious heaven!

Sounds like bath water
running away.

Please!

Stop making this silly noise.

Are you speaking to me
or to Elton?

- To you.
- Oh.

I'm afraid our little concert
is hardly being appreciated.

Doubtless,
they would prefer jazz.

Do listen. Do listen.

'The nightingale!'

Oh, that's charming, that's so
romantic. You should go out--

There it is again.

Feels rather hot in here.

I think I'll take
a stroll in the garden.

Fay!

May I escort you?

I know a great deal about
the geography of the garden.

Too much.

Charles.

Charles.

Fay.

I-I got your message.
Is anything wrong?

Are you losing your nerve?

No. It's not that but..

...oh, it's all so distasteful.

You see, Charles,
during my adopted career

I've never before
persuaded people

to invite me to their homes

for the purpose of robbing them.

Mrs. Webley is so sweet to me.

To take her pearls,
when I like her.

I like them all.
They're so charming to me and..

And whom do you find
particularly charming?

Lord Elton?

Or Lord Dilling?

Of course, you do.

If you think
you can find happiness

why I shan't stand in your way?

You make it sound so selfish.

I hadn't meant to, my dear.

But William and the others..

They'll think
you're letting them down.

But don't let that persuade you?

I didn't like these people
so much, Charles.

- Don't you understand?
- Perfectly.

In my time,
I've been a sentimental.

A pity you-you have gifts.

But perhaps
it's not your bookies.

Okay, dear, this...it ends
a delightful partnership.

Oh, Charles, I'm sorry,
I wish I could.

I shall miss you.

Wait, Charles.

Charles! Charles!

What-what is it, Fay?

You're right.
I am letting you down.

And I can't do that, I-I can't.

Why...surely--

I know it wouldn't be fair.

Not after what
you've done for me.

Taking me for the drudgery
of that dreadful London shop.

Giving me the only comfort..

...the only glimpse of beauty
that I've ever had.

Besides, I've just realized,
our money is almost gone.

What would you do?

Oh, I shall fall on my feet.

- I always do.
- No, no.

I've got to go through with it.

After all, you
and the others should be bought

to even these people.

But are we?

Yes, yes.

And afterwards..

...whatever George said...
we'll live like swells.

That's my sweet.

I knew you wouldn't fail me.

'Mrs. Cheyney.'

Mrs. Cheyney!

Now remember our signal.

Courage, my sweet.

Oh, there you are!

Oh!

I've been hunting for you
all over the garden.

Oh, really?

I, uh..

...I sneaked away
from the drawing room.

Oh.

The fact is, I was
very anxious to see you alone.

Oh, really?

About something I've..

...I've been wanting to tell you
for a quite a time.

Yes?

About, uh, I know
so little about women.

Yes. So you told me before.

Eh? Oh, yes, to be sure, yes.

Well, I, I hardly know
how to say it.

Well, uh, perhaps
you better not say it then.

Oh, possibly.

Oh, I-I-I have better idea.

Uh, tonight, when you are alone,
in your quiet little room.

- Lord Elton!
- Eh!

Oh, my dear lady, I-I-I don't
mean what you mean. I, uh..

- I should hope not.
- Oh, dear!

Oh, dear, I'm making
a mess of it, aren't?

Slightly.

But-but I only meant
to send you a little note.

Oh.

However, we'll, uh..

...we'll say no more about it

uh, for the moment. Yes.

Well, now, uh...yes, well, now,
tell me about your country.

- Uh, my country?
- Yes.

Uh, tell me about Australia.

Oh, uh...yes, to be sure..

...you've been there, of course.

Why? No. No, unfortunately.

Well..

You see, whenever
we having winter there

you're having summer here.

- Jolly out there, huh?
- Yes.

And the, uh,
the, uh, flora and fauna?

Um, well, yes

we have trees and flowers and..

...uh, kangaroos.

You know, hopping all about.

- Amusing..
- Yes.

Careful of their, uh, the young
and old and all that, huh?

Yes.

Romantic, aye!

What? Kangaroos?

Oh, no, no, no.

- I meant the garden.
- Oh!

The night. Oh, my dear lady,
I-I feel that I shouldn't wait.

I really don't know
why I play this silly game.

You know, it bores me
frightfully.

I want this played there, dear.

Well I haven't gotten it here.
I just throw it away there.

He's worried.

Mrs. Cheyney is been out
with Elton for a long time.

- Hours.
- He may well be.

They'll probably
come back engaged.

Fancy waking up in the morning

and finding Elton
along side one.

You think Arthur
is in love with Mrs. Cheyney?

Shh.

Arthur darling,
may I ask you a question?

"Am I in love
with Mrs. Cheyney?"

How clever of you to guess?

Yes, are you?

I think I am.

He does.

You know, I'm so excited,
I called the parents.

You think Mrs. Cheyney
is coming back

into this room as
the future Lady Elton?

Does it follow because two
people go out into the garden

alone for a few moments that
they should return

engaged to be married?

Well..

No two people ever stayed alone
in a beautiful garden

on a beautiful night like this,
without something happening.

And as it's Elton,
I say that it is marriage.

I disagree.

Unless he's altered very much,

I suggest that he is describing

to her, in detail,
of the history of England.

Oh-ho!

Well, if he is,
I hope she tells him

she's not that sort of woman
and slap his face.

Oh! Hush.
My dear, here they come now.

Why she didn't continue?

They're coming from the garden..

[indistinct chattering

Oh my dear, I played twice.
I'm awfully sorry.

I knew I would make a mistake
before the evening is out.

Really, you're so annoying.

I can't help it, my dear.
I don't care for the--

Oh, there you are.

Yeah...Mrs. Cheyney and..

'Yes?'

...has contracted
a little headache.

Who shall blame her?

My dear, I'm so sorry
you have a headache.

- Let me get you something.
- Oh, no. Thank you.

Mrs. Webley,
please don't bother.

But I think if you'll excuse me,
I'll...just go to bed.

- Well, goodnight, dear.
- Goodnight.

- 'You'll excuse me, won't you?'
- 'Why, with pleasure.'

'Goodnight, Fay darling.
Might I help you?'

'No. It's nothing at all.'

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, Fay dear.

So sorry, you have a headache.

Hope you'll feel
much better in the morning.

Now, we got to continue again.
Haven't we?

I trust you'll have
recovered by the morning.

Don't forget. I'll send
the letter to your room.

Oh, yes. Thank you.

Goodnight, Mrs. Cheyney.

Goodnight, Lord Elton.

Well, pardon me, madam, but
you're wanted on the telephone.

Oh, thank you.

Hello?

Hello, who is it?
Are you there?

'Yes, here I am.'

Oh.

I thought it was you
who called me.

Yes.

- Yes. I hope you don't mind.
- Well, really--

You've been so occupied tonight.

I wanted to talk to you.

- I'm sorry, but--
- Oh, please.

Won't you?

Very well then.

But I warn you,
you'll have to be very amusing.

Uh, did you accept Elton?

What makes you think
I had the opportunity to?

- Did you refuse him?
- I did not.

- In the end, you will.
- Oh. Why?

Because his wealth and his
position will in no way

compensate you for his,
uh, his dullness.

His stupidity.

Well, assuming
all that to be true..

...the love of a good man
surely stands for something.

Not at all.

That is proved by the fact

that it always the bad man

'who is the correspondent.'

Oh.

Tell me why are you so against
my marrying Lord Elton?

Obvious. I'm in love
with you myself.

Oh, maybe what else that would
suggest for a love marriage.

If you like.

Don't look at me
like that, Arthur.

- I should believe you.
- You can.

You seriously need to tell me
you want to marry me?

- No, no, I wouldn't say that.
- Oh.

Uh, don't misunderstand me.

To me, the idea of marriage
has always been

the death and burial
of all romance.

But since I know you
don't agree with me..

...rather than lose you,
I'm prepared to be at any church

you like to name,
at 11 o'clock tomorrow morning.

I must attract you
very much, Arthur.

More than I care to acknowledge.
Even to myself.

For the first time in my life
I don't understand myself.

I'm unhappy when I'm not with
you and I'm unhappy when I am.

I see nothing but you
when you're present

and nothing but you
when you're not.

Your voice,
is the only one I ever hear.

In fact, let us face it.

I've got it worse than any
of God's creature

ever had it before.

There are three reasons
why I should like

to marry you, Arthur.

Being?

One, I like you terribly.

Are the other two important?

Two, it would be such fun
to got to tea

with all the women
that you haven't married.

And the third?

I should be some sort of
a widow again within a year.

Yes. It's a risk I agree.

But I think it's worth it.

You don't agree? No? Why?

I know too much about you.

And you know
too little about me.

Is there anything more to know
about you than I do?

Three volumes.
Closely printed.

What do you mean?

Aren't you all that
I think of you as a woman?

In what way do you think
of me as a woman?

All those things
that a man demand

of the woman
he's going to marry.

I am every one
of those things you mean.

I know you are.
You're an angel.

Ah, well, I take it that
my first and only offer

of marriage is rejected.

Have you been laughing
at me by any chance?

What makes you think so?

I don't know.

You look so strange.

I should be angry with you,
if you were.

Are you laughing at me?

The reverse.

It's the first time
in my life that I..

...remember not
laughing at myself.

Oh, Fay!

Really.

I have a headache.

I'm so sorry.

Let me get you some aspirin.

No thanks.
I'll just got to bed.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Fay.

Perhaps in time?

Just friends.

Just friends.

Oh, there you are, Arthur!

What a fool I've been!

What a fool!

What's the matter
with you, Arthur?

What are you talking about?

I've been trying to place
a fellow for days.

Just remembered when I saw him.

At hotel at Monte Carlo.

A crook..

...caught in the act.

It amuse me,
they help him get away.

Funny.

I see. What on earth
are you raving about?

I thought you
chucked drinking, Arthur.

Yes. Well, here's how.

I think I'll toddle.

Cheerio old squirt.

Oh! I beg your pardon,
Mrs. Webley.

- Really?
- Ohh!

I-I didn't mean you,
Mrs. Webley.

Oh! Goodnight, Willie.

Uh, nighty-night, Mrs. Webley.

Oh! Arthur?

I thought you've gone to bed.

Why, what's the trouble?

You look worried.

Oh, no. Not all.
I'm a little tired..

These are rather good
if I may say so, my dear aunt?

These are more than rather good.

- If I may say so, Arthur dear.
- Insured?

To be vulgar for 50,000 pounds.

What do you do
with them at night?

Nothing.

Just leave them
alongside my bed.

- Goodnight, Arthur dear.
- Goodnight.

'Don't stay up too late.'

No.

Are you there?

Who's there?

Arthur!

Oh.

Beautiful, aren't they?

But they hardly become you.

So, this is the immaculate
Mrs. Cheyney.

Who fooled me so completely
that I asked her to be my wife.

My wife!

Well, that of course,
is impossible now.

And nevertheless, my dear,
I still adore you.

What are you doing?

How dare you?
Give me that key.

Ah!

- Leave this room at once.
- Champagne, figures it.

I ask you, could anyone
be more thoughtful?

You leave this room at once,
do you hear me?

Or I'll call for help.

There's a night bell over there.

Ring it.
Bring the whole house here.

If you want them
to know who you really are.

But believe me,
when they do, they will have

less sympathy
for you than I have.

And I do hope
you'll believe me when I say..

...that I sympathize
with you very much.

- Please go.
- No. No, no, no.

I like you too much.

A glass of champagne?

Mmm. A little later, perhaps.

I drink to you, Fay darling.

To your beauty.

'And to my good fortune.'

Will you have a cigarette?

Fags?

I don't mind.

Ah.

How disappointing you look
in that dressing gown!

Oh, and I wore the one
that suits me best.

How depressing!

It must be me.

How did you find it out, Arthur?

I recognized your..

Oh, what is Charles
to you by the way?

My butler.

Yes, I mean in his spare time.

Still, my butler.

Oh.

How did you, uh, recognize him?

I saved him from jail once.

Couldn't see a way
to making a habit of it?

I have a heart of doing
the same thing twice.

I sympathize.

You matter to him?

I am nothing to him.

We're just doing
business together.

'Just friends.'

Intimate friends.

Are you suggesting
Charles is anything to me?

I am suggesting that Charles
and I have one thing in common..

...we are both very human

and you're
a very beautiful woman.

Possibly.

But Charles has the intelligence

to know the woman
he can be human with.

You should see more of him.

I expect to.

What terribly nice cigarette!

I'll send you some.

That's sweet of you.

I'll give you
my address tomorrow..

...when I know it.

Are you thinking of changing it?

I have an idea you might make it
difficult for me to keep it.

I? Oh, certainly not.

But I'm right,
am I not in saying

I can't keep it
at the same price?

Well, one always expects
to pay a little more

for the thing one wants enough.

Quite.

But I don't think I want it..

...at your term.

Oh, very well.

Arthur!

If you want to be
really generous, please go.

No, no, no. Not for
anything in the world.

You see, I've always wanted
to spend an evening

alone with you like this.

Ever since I've known you.

I see.

Then do I
understand you rightly?

If I allow you to stay
you'll say nothing?

Nothing.

And if I don't?

I shall still say nothing.

But we shall be found here
to get by in the morning.

You understand?

Quiet.

No, no, no, my dear.

I'm sorry but I shall have
to detain you a little longer.

'Oh, that's better.'

A glass of champagne?

Thank you.

I adore you, Fay.

Thank you.

Arthur?

Yes, darling.

I wonder if it would
interest you to know

that all I've done
nearly everything else

there is to do in this world..

...being locked
in a room with a man

is the experience
that I've never had.

You don't believe me?

Oh, what a fool
you'd think me if I did.

But then why should I say it?

Merely a trick

to make me sentimental
and open that door

so that you may make
a fool of me again.

Surely to accuse to be your wife
wasn't making a fool of you?

Well, obviously, you couldn't

very well accept that,
could you?

No, I suppose not.

I'm sorry, Fay.

Oh, you don't know
how wrong you're about me.

I only know..

...that you look
so innocent, so adorable

that if I were without
knowledge of the world

I should open that door
and never even hear you

laughing at me as I went out.

But if I were not
laughing at you--

Oh, you think this is just
a usual thing in my life.

'And why not?'

"Why not?"

I can quite understand you're
not believing me. But I'm sorry.

Because you happen to be
the one person in the world

I should like to have
believe in me.

But as you won't..

...I'll do the next best thing.

And what does that mean?

That means that if you
don't believe I've never

done a thing of this sort before

you will to believe

I'm not going to do it now.

You'll leave this room
or I'll ring that bell.

You don't think you can
remain in this room, do you?

- I certainly intend to.
- Oh, do you?

Well, I prefer a million times
that everyone here should know

what is true about me than
you should believe what isn't.

I'll give you one more chance
to leave this room.

Nothing would induce me to.

For the last time,
leave this room.

For the last time,
I will do nothing of the sort.

You're much to sensible to take
the risk of being the guest

to King George
for probably five years

rather than mine for one night.

Five years with King George
wouldn't be nearly as long

as one night with you.

Are you going?

Very well then,
I'm overwhelmed with royalty.

God save the king!

In heavens name,
do you realize what you've done?

Perfectly.

Don't you understand,
in a few minutes they will all

come rushing into here?

I do.

You fool.

Evidently, I had to be
in some form or other.

I prefer this one.

Go into bed bathroom and hide.

I'll get rid of them.

Thanks, but like
many other women

a great deal of my life
has been devoted

to not being discovered
in bathroom.

- Get in there, I tell you.
- No, Arthur darling.

If either of us is to be
discovered in that bathroom

believe me,
it's going to be you.

- 'What are you going to do?'
- Get out of here, of course.

Where the devil is that key?

'It's Robert, ma'am.
Anything wrong?'

I can not be seen in here,
don't you understand?

I understand perfectly.

Open the door.

Why do you hesitate?

Think how it would add
to your reputation.

The man who caught me.

'Fay.'

If you're afraid,
give me the key.

- Ma'am.
- Robert, what's the matter?

Well, I don't know, ma'am.
I heard the bell.

- And I came upstairs, I cant--
- Lord Elton.

I thought I heard
the commotion. What is it?

Well, Robert says
they rang the bell.

Rang the bell?

Come quickly.

What's the matter, Elton?

Just a moment.

Lord Dilling will open the door.

- Oh!
- Really!

What in the hell is he
doing in there?

I hope you're satisfied.

- Arthur!
- Dilling!

Arthur what is
the meaning of this?

Lord Dilling has something
to tell you, Mrs. Webley.

Well, what is it, Arthur?

What is it that you're here?

What is it, Arthur?

Would you prefer
that I tell them?

No.

I tricked Mrs. Cheyney into
letting me into this room.

In the presence of you all
I humbly tell her

that I have behaved like a cad.

Cad?

You're the lowest thing
I've ever known.

I don't know what to say
to you, Arthur.

I could have never
believed you're capable

'of a foul thing like this.'

I was perfectly aware of it.

I knew the psycho man he was.

'Dilling, I hope every
decent person will cut you.'

'Aye! Such as they shall.'

'Your conducts sure
has been outrageous.'

'Absolutely outrageous.'

My pearls!

There are your pearls,
Mrs. Webley.

You see, I like them
as well as you do.

Lord Dilling can tell you why
I took them from your room..

...half an hour ago.

A thief.

Good Heavens!

Do you mean you meant to?

But there's some mistake.
There must be.

None.

But this is incredible.

Ah, she, uh..

Now, there is some mistake.

Oh, this is too terrible,
too horrible, too awful.

'And to think I made a friend
of a woman like you..'

Ghastly.

And I've asked her
to be my wife.

Pardon me.

'Charles!'

I do hope you'll excuse
the intrusion.

But I found
the front door locked.

Courage, partner.

But we're entirely
at your disposal.

Why should we not send them
over to the police?

I could never sleep at peace
with those people in the house.

Oh, no, no, no.
Think of the scandal.

- Let us talk it over, first.
- You're quite right, Elton.

I suggest that you all
return to your rooms.

It will be much wiser
to discuss the matter

quietly in the morning.

...with those dreadful people?

Don't worry,
I'll keep an eye on them.

We can decide what
is to be done in the morning.

Yeah, I'm sure--

I think, I'll stick
along with you, today.

'Willie, you'll do
nothing of that sort.'

'Come back to bed.'

Uh, take this,
take this anyhow, man.

I'm afraid, I'm no credit
to you Charles.

But you mustn't scold me.

It hadn't occurred to me.

You, um, met our distinguished
jailor, haven't you?

Thanks. Yes, I have.
I've had that pleasure.

Oh, there you...
you must be tired.

Why don't you lie down?

Come.

Forget it all, dear.

Get some sleep.

Would you...would you like
anything else?

No, thanks.

Sit down.

Thank you.

- Cream, Willie?
- 'No.'

'Black, pitch black.'

Hello, everybody.
Isn't this a lovely morning?

'Oh, don't be
so horribly cheerful?'

'Oh, Willie.'

- 'Good morning, Lord Elton.'
- 'Morning.'

'How did you sleep?'

- 'I didn't.'
- 'And who cares.'

What did I do?

I didn't sleep a week.

That dreadful woman..

And when I think how she
trapped me into taking her up..

And the ridiculous
fuss I made about her.

Introducing her to all
my friends with pride.

Taking her everywhere.

What a fool I shall look?

Oh, it's a dreadful business.

A dreadful business.

- 'For heavens sake, Elton.'
- Elton, please. My nerves.

When I think of her, the most
smartest, the most simple

the, uh, the innocence of all
knowledge of the world..

No, no, I can't believe it.

Where are the eggs?

- Over there.
- Ah.

You know Elton's driving me mad.

Oh, he's abhor, Maria.

Let him rave on.

'Grumpy old thing?'

Think of my position,
in this matter?

President of a hospital.

President of
the lifeboat institution.

Chairman of various societies

for the protection
of unhappy women.

Director of a bank.

He's spilling the eggs
all over the place.

Do you realize those
are only a few of

the public appointments I hold?

- I do, I do.
- Yes.

But the question is what are we
going to do with this woman?

I am so angry, I can only
think of jail for her.

What do you all say?

Yes, certainly, I agree.

Well, what my wife says, go.

- Good.
- 'Jail, how exciting!'

When you're finished,
go and telephone to the police.

I've done it.

What?

That's a wonderful idea, Willie.

You see, I knew
if she saw a policeman

it will show her that we are not
people to be trifled with.

Oh, this is frightful.

Think of my position if it
became known that I had asked

this woman to be my wife.

You can deny that
you ever asked her.

Well of course. It's only
her word against yours.

'Who would credit her, anyway?'

Well, the-the revolting
thing is I-I can not.

'Why not?'

Oh, you see..

Uh, being inexperienced

and, um, unacquainted
with the manner in which one

makes the proposal
of marriage to a lady

I, uh, wrote a letter.

And what a letter.

Mrs. Cheyney,
has just been reading this.

There's some spicy extract.

You messed too bad, Elton.

- Poor, dear, it's likely to be.
- It's so terrible for you.

How exciting!

You know, I don't think
we should allow

poor, dear, Elton's misstep
to influence our decision.

- Quiet right.
- Yeah, I agree.

I think Elton, that you
should acquaint them

with the contents of the letter.

It was a letter

that took me hours to write.

A letter scheming with
affection and sentiments.

It certainly was.

The moving picture rights
would alone worth

about ten thousand pounds.

But that is not all.

No?

It pains me as such
to tell you this

as it will pain you to hear it.

Yes.

In that letter

I wrote my private opinion

of you all.

You wrote?
You dare--

Am I to understand
that you have put on paper

anything that might sound
in the least desperating to be?

I told her that
I only entered your house

because she was going
to be there..

Enough.

Am I to sit here
and be insulted like this?

- Can I do nothing?
- Oh, no, no! No sugar, please.

Oh.

And where's the spoon--

Here's the spoon.

May I ask what you wrote
in that letter about me?

Yeah, well, fortunately,
uh, being a business man

I, um..

...kept a copy.

It will pain you but uh..

...yeah you had better read it.

Um, um, there.

There is the unhappy
paragraph I wrote of you.

Oh, the heavens,
I am a fallen woman.

Oh, no, no, no, you exaggerate.

I only said that..

'You only said
I am in every way'

an undesirable person
for her to know.

That I-I, uh..

If this is ever seen,
I'm ruined.

- Help. I'm starting a stroke.
- Oh, no. I..

- Oh, please. Mayn't I see.
- What's this?

What's this you say
about my wife?

I only said that
it was evident to me

that she preferred always
to be with some other man

but her husband.

And though I could understand it

I could not condone it.

That is all I said.

Oh!

That is all you said?

Uh! That's all he said.

It's a lie.

My wife would rather be
with me than any man.

Uh, no doubt she would.

I merely mentioned
that she never was.

Huh. I'll tell you what.

You shouldn't be
President of a hospital..

...you should be in one.

I agree.

Do you realize that

if that woman shows this letter

my position in society
is at an end?

- And mine.
- 'And what about me?'

The question is
what are we going to do

with this woman?

Let us be accurate.

What is this woman
going to do with us?

'What?'

There are two
alternatives facing us.

One, hand her and Charles
over to justice.

No, no, no.

No? Carried unanimously.

And the other,
throw ourselves upon her mercy

and buy the letter back.

And Elton pays for it.

- All those in favor.
- Yes, yes, yes.

- 'Yes.'
- Carried unanimously.

One moment, please.

Uh, my view is this.

We should not for a moment

let her think
that letter, important.

We should offer her
her passage back to Australia

and in consideration of her
returning the letter..

...what matters is an end!

Otherwise, she goes to jail.

'Quite right. I agree.'

Arthur, you handle this affair.

That ass has made messing
of a things already.

'Steady, steady.'

Never slay an ass who may have
to lay a golden egg.

Well, now..

...are we all ready
for the prisoners?

Yeah.

Hush, here they come.

Let us pray.

Courage, my sweet.

Oh, won't you sit down?

Thank you.

As Charles was born a gentleman

uh, may he sit too?

- Uh--
- No, thanks.

I will be brief. Mrs. Cheyney,
the position is as follows.

You have acknowledged frankly

that your acceptance
of Mrs. Webley's

invitation to stay here was

for the purpose
of taking her pearls?

That is very frank of you.

The penalty for such things
is considerable.

Very considerable.

Uh, Charles and I think of
it was the Charm of Manner

we may get off with three years.

Well, I never..

Exactly. Uh, now we have no wish
that this should happen to you.

Uh, Lord Elton feels
very strongly

that if you have once asked
a woman to be your wife

it would be ungenerous
to treat her so drastically.

Uh, thank you, Lord Elton.

U-U-Uh, not at all, uh.

So, this is what
we have decided.

If you will accept
your ticket and a small sum..

You did mention
the amount, Elton.

Uh, 100 pounds.

A hundred pounds, yes.

In return for the letter
he wrote you

we are prepared to consider
the matter closed.

Is it, uh, my turn now?

Oh, please.

I'm very sorry that I cannot
accept Lord Elton's kind offer.

But Charles and I have decided
we must go to jail.

We have.

Come, come, after all you didn't

succeed in getting the pearl.

Precisely. We failed.

That's why we should go to jail.

If we got them
we should have succeeded.

A crime for which
no one ever goes to jail.

You put it charmingly, Fay dear.

Thank you, my sweet.

But you didn't understand me.

We don't want you to go to jail.

Then equally you don't
understand us.

Uh, we do.

- 'Quiet.'
- Come, come, young woman.

You can't be serious
when you say

you want to go to jail.

Isn't it fair, Charles?

But they don't understand us.

Tragic.

It makes me blush for them.

Uh, Charles and I
in our humble way

have tried to live up
to the highest tradition

of our profession.

A profession in
some form or other

we're all members off.

And that tradition is,
never to be found out.

But if you are..

...I say if you are

be prepared to pay the price.

'I understand.'

I beg your pardon.

The police inspector
is here, madam

and says you want to see him.

'Tell him to wait.'

Yes, madam.

You see, Mrs. Cheyney,
we are terribly serious.

It is your duty
to be, Mrs. Webley.

Well, you're very stupid
not to accept a good offer

rather than be taken away
by that horrid policeman.

Why, not at all.

He maybe charming.

Uh, are you ready, Charles?

Yes, my sweet.

As I shall never see
any of you again

I want you to know how much
I've enjoyed knowing you all.

And how sorry I am
to lose such nice friends.

- Goodbye, Lord Elton.
- Uh-huh.

It was sweet of you to
ask me to be your wife.

- Charles.
- No, no, no.

Please, don't bother.
We'll find the policeman.

Goodbye.

Oh but Mrs. Cheyney, please.

I have something to say to you.

I'm afraid I can't just
do a thing you have to say

with the policeman waiting.

Oh, send that infernal
fellow away. Willie.

Won't you sit down?

Well, obviously
the bluff is over.

Have you been bluffing, Arthur?

You know perfectly well he has.

Uh, do you know
what they mean, Charles?

I'm so young in crime.

I must be forgiven, I don't.

In a moment of impulse,
prompted by affection for you

Lord Elton wrote you a letter
asking you to be his wife.

Which I will always
treasure very much.

I am authorized by Lord Elton
to ask your charge

for the return of that letter.

My charge? Uh, please forgive me
but I don't know what you mean?

Uh, well, the suggestion
is that we give you

five hundred pounds
and your passage to Australia.

Which I call very generous.

Five hundred? Australia?

But I don't know
that I should like Australia.

Uh but you came from Australia.

No. Uh, Bloomsbury.

Bloomsbury.

Come, come, what will you take?

I prize the letter so very much.

I don't think that
I could part with it

for any money
you could offer me.

A thousand?

But this is amazing.

Come, come, young woman.

What is your usual charge

for the return of letters?

Well, speaking as
one fallen woman to another.

Ah!

There never have been
any letters..

...but if there had been..

...my charge
would depend entirely

on the position
and the manners..

...of the people
mentioned in them.

And as I don't propose
to sit here and be insulted

I will with your kind
permission say goodbye.

You're perfectly right,
Fay darling.

And if I had known, they were
the type of people they are

I'd never have allowed you
to come and sup with them.

No, no, please. Please.

I agree Lady Frinton
was very hasty

and I'm sorry.
Please, sit down.

When she has apologized, I will.

Now, will you say at once
that you're sorry.

I will do nothing of the sort.

Very well then, we leave.

'No, no, please.'

I insist, you understand.

Will you say at once
that you are sorry?

Heaven, give me strength.

I'm sorry.

Granted.

Where were we?

Uh, we've reached the point

where a thousand pounds
was bid for the letter.

Uh, which was refused.

Uh, Mrs. Cheyney

what will you take for it?

- I offer 5000.
- 'Oh, be quiet.'

I'll do nothing of the sort.

My money is as good as yours.

Will you please,
answer my question?

Uh, if I sell the letter

I will do so, uh,
not in the sense of blackmail

but, uh, more in the spirit
of breach of promise.

For 10,000 pounds.

- What?
- Good heavens, Fay.

It's giving it away
that's what it is.

Ten thousand..

No, no, no.
I refuse.

I'm so glad, because I
so much rather keep the letter.

Oh, it's terrible, terrible.

Terrible be blown.
I'll give 11 for it.

Ah! Oh!

Ten thousand pounds.

How much do you charge for
a course of 12 lessons, Charles?

I never charge, my lady.

I'm a man who just
loves his work.

Um, the, uh..

Oh, the letter, please.

Thank you.

There is your letter,
Lord Elton.

I hope you find all the pieces.

Oh, yes.

Do you mean to say
that you destroyed the letter?

Yes. I tore it up.

Like this.

'Fay.'

Ten thousand pounds
gone down the drain.

And I've tried so hard
to make her a crook.

Why did you tear it up?

I was born with plenty
of courage.

I had my share
of dishonest inclinations.

But I've, uh,
what shall I say, decency?

I'm afraid I was given too much.

I don't know
if you'll understand.

You're a grand woman, Fay.

- A grand woman.
- I second that.

And the verdict, Your Honor.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury

have you arrived at a decision?

- Not guilty.
- Yeah.

- Yes.
- She's a darling.

- She's a gentleman.
- I agree.

The case is dismissed.

Silence in the court.

The judge wishes to speak
with the defendant.

Alone.

- Clear the court.
- 'I'll jolly glad to.'

You have behaved
most generously.

And in appreciation,
I shall be most happy

if you will allow me
to start you

in some business of your own.

That's kind of you, Lord Elton.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Fay darling.

- You are a sport.
- Goodbye.

- I'll be your first customer.
- Promise?

- Goodbye, Fay, dear.
- Goodbye.

- Goodbye. I'm so glad.
- Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Mrs. Webley.
- Meet me before you go?

Alright.

I wonder

I wonder if an introduction

to the President of a bank
would be of service to you?

Uh, well, well,
we'll see you. Goodbye.

I say, Mrs. Cheyney

when you open that shop

Elton and I will promise you
on our word of honor

never to wear anything
but woman's underclothes.

Frankly, up to this minute,
I always believed he did.

- Ta-ta.
- Goodbye.

- 'Willie!'
- I'm coming, dear.

Nice people,
aren't they, Charles?

Most of us are, Fay darling.

Well, goodbye, my sweets.

Goodbye?

What do you mean by goodbye?

What it means..

...whenever you come
in to a person's life

come in to it instantaneously.

When you go out of it..

...go out of it even quicker.

Goodbye, my love.

Charles, I'm going to cry.

Don't do that, my sweets.

But, I'd be terribly sorry
if you didn't want to.

Charles, don't go.

Stay and be the manager
of my shop.

No use. I'd have to be honest
and it would bore me.

Uh, you, you should have
fallen in love.

It, it might have saved me.

But I've never been able
to manage it.

What are you going
to do, Charles?

Why? I contemplate a little trip
around the world.

By the way, Dilling.

I hate parting with it because
it's the first I ever took.

But here's your gold watch
I took from you

on Derby Day, five years ago.

My dear, Charles.

I've always wanted to meet
the man who took it.

I hope you'll do me a favor.

- Keep it.
- May I?

I should like you to.

Oh, that's very nice of you.

Thanks. I will.

- Well, so long, Dilling.
- Goodbye.

'Oh, Charles.'

Are you going around
the world for pleasure?

Mixed with..

...business, milord.

Next to going around the world
with a one loves..

...I can't think of nothing
more attractive

than going around it
with Charles.

You'd enjoy it.

You have so much in common.

I agree.

You liked him?

I adored him.

How much is that?

As much as a woman
can ever like a man

she's not in love with.

'Like to go with him?'

I'd hate it.

I'm going to ask you a question.

But you needn't answer it
if you don't want to.

I'll answer it with pleasure.

If you hadn't come
in to my room last night..

...I would have
taken the pearls.

- You mean that?
- Yes.

But of all the women
that you've ever known..

...none has ever been
so glad to see you

in a bedroom,
as I was last night.

- 'Thank you, Fay.'
- Not at all.

You made an honest woman
out of me.

I've always believed that
most of the good things

done in this life
were done unintentionally.

I wonder.

It's an extraordinary thing.

But the most difficult question

in the world to ask a woman..

...is a nice one.

Uh, what sort of a question
were you going to ask me?

I was about to, uh..

...I was about to describe my..

...hopeful contribution
to your future.

Please do.

I'm interested.

Quite early this morning

I went to see a friend of mine.
A bishop.

How surprised he must
have been to see you?

Delightful old soul
So sympathetic.

I told him of
a little trouble I was in.

He said if you would her here
at 11 o'clock this morning

I'll fix the it for you.

Uh, what was he to fix for you?

That I could have breakfast
with you tomorrow morning.

But I never eat any.

Oh, I told him there
was a possibility of that.

Tell him anything else?

That I loved you.

Tell him anything about me?

Everything.

He said, "Get her. You'll never
get another like her."

What a darling he sounds!

I should rather
like to meet him.

He asked us to be punctual.

Oh, does he think I'll come?

He's more certain of it
than I am.

- He says you love me.
- Oh, really?

Uh, I wonder
what makes him think that?

I don't know.

He has some sort of idea
that you'd never have

rung that bell last night
if you hadn't.

Oh, I'm sure I shall like him.

Do you think he'll like me?

He'll adore you.

Do you?

Terribly.

What's more
important is, do you?

Much more than terribly.

I wish though..

What's that?

That's the last of Mrs. Cheyney.

I'm so glad.

And that?

That's the beginning
of Lady Dilling.

Beast.

You're never happy

unless you make me cry.

Oh.