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stainless steel

I'm going to show you a picture of you.

But if you don't put something else on your couch at Chillin, stay away from that window.

More decent than some of my facts back on.

You should have seen me.

A scandal, I won't.

I'd rather not hear about it.

No.

Where are you going today?

Um, some art gallery.

Hmm.

This would be nice for an art gallery.

Oh, you'd look pretty in that.

I'm part of that.

Oh, wouldn't fit them too plump?

Oh, you're this.

She liked me in this.

No, I think that's more for a big occasion.

This is the one.

Here we are now.

There.

What?

She's bossy, ain't she, Mrs. Totta?

I've focused her door, I'm a blump, but it's not on her.

She's famous for a bluntness.

You'll have to get used to it like the rest of us.

She doesn't always mean it.

Careful, you tear it.

Sorry.

Ann.

Would you call her a lady?

She's a lady.

She's made herself into a lady.

The way she dresses, and things like that.

But she's never forgotten where she's come from, but she's a poor part of London, and she's not ashamed of it.

That's why she speaks the way she does.

It's like me being Welsh and you Yorkshire.

You can lose the lid if you try, but some people prefer not to.

You don't know what you're about her.

You're a cock, weren't you?

Oh, the most famous cock in all of them.

She got for the King of England and he gave her a sovereign once.

That won't let Lord Azomear cook in in smart houses.

Lord Azomear?

I can't remember.

I can't remember, probably.

Come on now, the poor Major will be one to move.

You've got to.

That's the one with the Derby Major.

Grand Parade, 33 to a bit full on, isn't it?

Oh, look at the sire.

Oh, no, no.

Look, man, dominions are chosen.

That's stable. Smith up, 109.

The other one's just making up the numbers.

I can't say more, Major.

Well, I still have a hankering for the panther.

A pound to win.

Pancer?

You eat your money.

Oh, you're looking.

Oh, hmm.

Is she a spingsley?

Oh, well, we'll take a cab.

Come on.

Grandie, sir.

No.

Thank you, man.

Hey, take your sir.

Yeah.

Hey.

We're old survivors, you and I.

Hmm.

See, you've got many things in our time, won't you, Gabe?

I was seated, old chap.

Well, precisely.

Not easily fooled by the secrets of the human heart.

I mean, what we don't know, what we are not told, we, uh, guess.

Hmm.

And our experience usually proves us correct.

Hmm.

Now, take, for example, our friend, the Major, and that heavenly young vision from the Orchards hails on his arm.

You coals each day as you wear this.

Is the Major in funds?

Unlikely.

Is he enough?

Hmm.

I rarely had to notice, sir.

You wouldn't.

I'm surprised at your moment.

Oh, see you good, double tigs.

I don't necessarily notice, sir.

Comment on your failing powers.

Well, Cobbert, on the date of my business, sir.

It's my opinion.

Nobody leads an entirely blameless life.

We all have our little secrets, which are best left secret.

I'm sorry.

But not in the case of the Gallant Major.

He flaunts his treasure.

We suggest to me, is that he to hide?

Excuse me, sir.

Hmm.

That remains to be seen.

Right, Ethel.

Sam and for number six, put it out the way.

We'll need to fetch me that lamp from all the day.

Let's finish that pudding yet for number three.

Well, give us a chance.

Whoop.

She's got him.

What?

I think it's that girl that come back from Yorkshire, Mrs. Trotter.

Well, she's no right to be down here.

Get rid of her.

Excuse me, miss.

No, not loud.

Get me here.

And I've seen nothing like it.

Are you the cook?

Well, miss, I'm not the pulse, when am I?

Lovely food.

Best of ever having my life since I come here.

Oh, thank you very much, miss.

I'm from Mrs. Trotter, did you?

No, miss.

Certainly not.

I'd be very much obliged, miss, if you didn't touch the food.

I just wanted to watch.

She's not, doesn't that be watched when she's cooking this?

I just wanted to ask her favor.

And what might that be?

I wanted to ask if I could cook Mrs. Trotter's dinner tonight.

What, miss?

You come down here and cook dinner for Mrs. Trotter.

Hi, that's right.

But I was surprised like.

You mean, come into my kitchen.

Mrs. Trotter's kitchen by right.

Isn't it?

Ethel, finish that pudding.

I'm going to go to the kitchen.

Ethel, finish that pudding.

You actually want it.

You're in the soup, now miss.

Madam, I've got a very busy evening.

I've got four dinner parties, including the mayor in New York.

And there's a girl in my kitchen making a thorough nuisance of herself.

Would you kindly tell her to leave me alone?

I want answer for the consequences.

What are you doing in the kitchen?

Well, you can't go down there.

She wanted to cook your supper, it seems.

What?

I'm meant to be surprised, but she's gone and spoiled her dog by making a fuss.

I made a fuss.

Yeah, all right.

All right, Mrs. Cochran, I'll handle this.

You're going to put me timetable all out, she has all this other bean shorts.

All right, Mrs. Cochran.

Thank you, ma'am.

What's the matter?

What's the matter? You've upset her.

That's what the matter is.

That's all I need.

This is a hotel.

You can't get running around the place interfering with people.

I'm setting everybody.

Just wanted to cook yourself for that, so.

Did you?

What do you know about cooking?

I cooked it off, ma'am.

Where else you?

Your soggy pork cabbage and burnt sausages have no doubt.

No, it went that bad.

You can ask her.

No, you listen, my girl.

If you want to be a cook, you start from the bottom like I did scrubbing her vegetables.

Do you know how long it took me, before I was even allowed to touch a piece of meat?

Four years.

So, who you want for yourself now?

Is it?

I don't say I wanted to be a cook.

I just wanted to do something.

I can't go trailing around with Major every day staring at blooming paintings and eating fat teas all up blooming places.

What's your language?

That just wants to do something for you.

Yeah, well, I appreciate what you was trying to do, Lottie, but you went the wrong way about it.

Your lord hazel me as daughter.

The kitchen is no place for you.

You want to do something?

That's very commendable.

I'd love to think of something.

I don't know what. Not suited for much, are you?

My fault, is it?

No, I never said it was.

It's difficult, I'm aware of that.

You've never seen him in his uniform before?

Hi.

My father.

Looks very handsome, don't he?

Oh, at village Lottie, Ransom, they were proud of him.

Yeah, so there should be.

You won the DSO.

I know.

Could I have a picture of him?

Keep it hidden under my pillow.

You'd squash it.

Put in a door with a moving fence.

I'll not get to see it, I promise.

Yeah, I'll look one hour for you.

I'll meet you.

He came back for his violin.

Walked in the door after seven months.

He looked terrible poor man.

He'd been employed, you see, like so many of them.

He was too proud to come see me without any prospects.

He was a lieutenant.

From the ranks.

Quite a hero, I think.

Though he doesn't like talking about it.

Anyway, he finally got a job, playing an orchestra and a teh dance song.

He's a marvelous violinist.

He's about to listen to him.

Sometimes I get asked to dance and I'll give you this quite jealous.

I always refuse, of course.

He must come and meet him and tell me of him of Morocco, will you?

Let it dance, huh?

No, there, uh, sort of a nice place, actually.

We'll have tea together for three of us on his afternoon off.

He'll make a nice out tea.

Good night.

Should I leave the light on?

Yeah.

Do, do what?

We do things every day.

Well, I'll find her an occupation.

That's what I meant.

Does she show any interest in anything?

We've been to the Tate twice.

She quite likes the Turner's.

But there's plenty of time, isn't there?

You try to, anyone else give I a big excuse?

I find all this running about rather exhausting.

You don't look too bad on it.

But rumors will start.

If not, you'll be fine.

But rumors will start, not already.

My reputation to consider.

Inbruth it, I should think.

What'd she talk about?

No, everything.

Everything.

She's a fountain of curiosity.

About Charlie.

Sometimes.

Questions slipped in.

She's rather cunning about that.

Building the jigsaw in her own time.

Go on blame, aren't you?

Mythson Legends.

The Confuser.

I'd do my best to tell her the truth.

I think she's handling it all rather well.

I should like to see more of you.

I'm sorry, madam.

I've got your winnings for the Derby, madam.

Oh, Grand Parade at 33 to 1.

You've never backed it.

Why should I have?

Thank you, style.

Major was on the favourite.

The Panther.

I tried to warn him.

Didn't do too well.

Did he major the Panther?

He threw his head up on the way to the post.

Then he broke the tapes before they started.

Then he threw his head up again at the off.

Lost a dozen links.

Thought he's jockey got him going in half way.

It happened.

Must you rub it in.

Oh, by the way, I've been given two tickets for the sign

that the lady's challenge round at Wimbledon on the 19th

is a gentleman number three.

One of the predators.

I was wondering if you'd like to have them, madam.

Oh, erm...

Take Lottie.

No, thank you, sir.

Don't much care for tennis.

Yeah.

Oh.

Thank you very much, madam.

Here.

Don't scoff them all.

Head brine, up one.

Sorry, he needs fattening up.

No, thank you.

Go on.

I said no.

You have it.

Thanks.

You smoke to many of those things.

And it's rude to smoke.

In front of the lady.

Oh, I don't mind.

No, go on.

I don't mind either.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

How's your room?

Did you get a window fixed?

Poor Brian.

He lives in this small attic room and topped this drafty out so the broken window pin

should land not simply refuse to mend, didn't he?

Remember that thunderstorm the other evening came right in on top of his head.

Did you come and live at Benton?

Oh, she could.

How would you pay in at the moment?

How long you stank the Benton?

I don't know.

Up to Mrs Trotter, I suppose.

Mrs Trotter invited her.

Don't you miss your family?

I've got none really.

My dad's passed on and they mamma.

She don't miss me.

Glad to be shut in here, Shumwunder.

Your dad killed in the war, was he?

No, died of fluid, didn't he?

Excuse me.

Sticky fingers.

Over there.

Over there.

Oh, she...

Just a guest.

Out with the house, maid.

Housekeeper, if you don't mind.

She was lonely.

She didn't have any friends, don't you?

So I thought it'd be nice if she met my friend.

Beginning to wonder now, the other way you've been looking at her?

She's pretty.

Oh, no, she is.

But I am too, aren't I?

At least that's what he told me.

Her dress must have cost her packet.

Yorkshire accent.

The daughter of a war profiteer from Bradford.

Don't ask me.

I don't know who she is.

Any more than you do.

That's better.

What?

Eat in instead of smoking.

I brought you something from the kitchen.

Half a cake and some nice patty made specially for French dupe, which you didn't finish.

Don't eat the waitressy.

I don't need you to bring me food.

I'm quite all right.

No, you're not.

Don't make a scene.

Take it quickly and put it under your mouth.

My max hanging up.

When you go out, Tiny?

Oh, look, I'll keep it so we get outside.

It's false pride not to take things when they're offered.

Do you know that?

Waitress.

Yes, you can have the bill, please.

Fine pain for this.

No, you're not.

You can't afford it.

It's my treat.

I asked you here.

All right.

Yeah, that's where we going.

You're built, sir.

Thank you.

Thank you, Rejus.

Heavens is rather a lot.

That's a pot of tea for three and nine cakes.

And to blame.

Yes, thank you.

Keep the change.

Thank you, Matt.

You're welcome.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Well, we're going to be here.

Thank you.

You're welcome, Ma.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

Thank you, uh, keep the change.

Thank you, Matt.

You must get married to bring into the Tade-Don song some afternoon.

No, uh, it's not a very nice place, Mr. Miss Richards.

Can't dance any road.

Well, I'll see you again, I hope, before you leave.

Thanks, sir.

Why don't you walk us to our bus?

Of course.

He's my father.

I know.

Wait a show if you did.

Not sure who knows what.

Just Mr. Starr and Mr. Mary-Man.

I'm the major, of course.

They won't give it away.

I don't think I'm mine if you did.

It's not something to be ashamed on, is it?

No.

But these other people to consider.

Remember that.

Oh.

Oh, Mrs. Trotter for one.

We thought of her as a mother.

Well, it's time you did.

It's not easy for her, you know.

She's giving you all this.

She's been more than generous and you seem to take it all for granted.

I don't know.

But you don't seem very grateful.

She don't want me.

No, that's just silly.

She don't.

She don't know what to do with me.

Hey, Donal.

They detect me places.

They want to just left me.

What do you mean?

Mrs. Trotter's a busy.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

What do you mean?

Mrs. Trotter's a busy woman.

She hasn't got time to...

He lived here, didn't he?

Wait for him to die.

Doesn't matter.

It does, I won't say it.

You can't.

It's occupied.

Which number?

If you don't tell us somebody else.

It was number three if you must know.

Are you satisfied now?

He died there, didn't he?

We must have died somewhere in this hotel, won't he?

Did he die in her arms?

It's what I said in village.

Is it true?

Tell me.

I think she was with him, yes.

What did I from?

We were killed on battle field, but he's on war memorial.

He's an arrow.

So what?

Why don't you ask Mrs. Trotter?

I'm sure she'll tell you.

She went.

She tells me now.

You're the only one who can tell me.

You're my friend.

He was a brave man.

And he died of his wounds that he got out in France.

And perhaps that was for the best.

Why?

What do you mean?

He was going blind.

Blind?

My father.

There, you see, it's best not to be a friend.

My father.

There, you see, it's best not to know too much.

You only upset yourself.

Cheesus.

Good moment.

Good night.

Thank you.

Can I help you, sir?

I'd like to see Miss Richards, please.

Miss Richards?

Yes.

Out, I'm afraid.

Oh, do you know she'll be long?

Oh, couldn't say so.

I got for a walk with the dog.

All four of his dogs and made us with Bartlett.

It's raining.

Well, if you'd cared, called back, sir.

No, I think I'll wait.

Thanks.

Hey, could I have your back in touch, sir?

You'll make the chair wait.

Sorry.

Can I get your subject, sir?

Um...

Could I have a cup of tea, please?

A bathroom, tea, cakes, sandwiches?

Just a cup of tea, thank you.

A cup of tea, but it's not.

A cup of tea, very good, sir.

There's your man, New York.

What's a cup of tea?

No, he's got a windboard in with Mr. Star.

I know she has.

Lovely weather for it.

What's he got?

Tea.

No, what's he come to see here for?

Time to propose, I see.

To find time for it when she's up, Sky and I'll come with another man.

What do you mean Mr. Star?

He don't care.

It's been a fact he hasn't come to see Barry at all.

Who hasn't?

Barry's young Barry.

He's come to see his riches.

A tough little braid, aren't they?

Hello, I know you, don't I?

Spading, sir.

You brought me here from hospital last August.

That's right, how are you?

Excuse me, a damn footwear.

Hello, Brian. Do you want to marry yourself?

Yes, I know. It's too hard to come to see you. Can we talk somewhere?

Yeah.

No, not here. Somewhere private.

It's about.

Well, it's about Mary in a way. Can we go to your room?

I don't know.

Anyway, please, it won't take long.

Oh, if it's really important.

It is, believe me.

All right, look, go through that door and up back stairs.

Number 16, not second floor. Don't get caught.

Bloody thing.

Hello, Saffron. Go, Penn, on your way, my husband, Bass.

Yes, allow me. Tell him, hear.

Tell him, hear me.

Take a peer, wait a minute.

No, I've got all the time in the world.

Hey, we're going to play to the Blum and Towers.

Got all the whole new city.

Oh, no, never happened in old days.

No, people who've lost all city, some of relative nowadays.

One finds it in all areas of life for general lawring of standards everywhere.

You may be right, sir.

Well, you may be right, sir.

Well, you and me, in Shudat, have got some personal miserable deaths.

Well, you should know that if anyone does.

Time was when a small in discussion could be saved at a delicate floor.

Now, it's gobbled and spat out like a laborer's breakfast. No taste anymore.

Oh, yeah.

Take, for example, your little Yorkshire wife,

whom you so generously tucked under your wing.

Astonishing rumours circulating about her, as you probably heard.

No, never listen, I've got to see.

According to one informed source, she's the love child of two notable personages,

not unconnected with this hotel.

What?

Of course one does one's list.

A stifle, such rumours, of course, but in the face of increasing it.

What evidence?

Bishop's daughter of a groom, was it, on the Master's estate?

I know what you're talking about.

You wardrobe supplied by someone, and the midges kill this role as watchdog and the similarity of look.

All right, you old ratbag, spit it out.

Spit it out.

You're poisoned. Get over it, get out of my sight.

If I stumbled on something by accident...

Don't you, Jiffon, get off out of here.

If anyone could, stop the mischief, but it's so far advanced.

Now listen, miss you and I'll get one thing straight, Saffron.

If I find you've been telling tales to your dad, your dutchets,

I'll tell them what you get up to with your lover, boys.

And that'd be your meal, Tricky, gone, I'm on ya.

Now, come on, out of here.

Oh, and down the weasel, and come on yourself.

Yes!

Which way will it spin?

Yes!

Look, I'm quite hard.

You're a long mess, there's a Bromen Wreckle snake.

Get out, keep your bloody mouth shut!

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

That's better.

Oh, you can't smoke here. What do you think?

Sorry.

It's a door there, if you don't mind.

You won't stay long, will ya?

I don't know what my man's sake, if she knew.

Oh, Mary, come to that.

Well, what do you want to say?

I'm going away.

We are too.

Anyway, it doesn't matter.

I'll leave in London.

How about your orchestra?

I packed it in, it was rotten anyway.

Oh, you can find another?

No.

Oh, yes, sometime maybe. Not the point.

Well, Mary's say.

She's the reason I'm going.

She loves you.

I know.

Don't you love her?

She won't leave me alone.

She's always organising, patting me like a stray dog.

I'm not a bloody stray dog. She smothers a life out of me.

You're upset.

I'm not upset.

Don't you start.

I just want to be left on my own.

She's a nice girl, Mary.

She means, well, she'll make somebody a wonderful wife, but it won't be me.

I don't want to settle down.

I'm playing the bloody ball, if you like.

I've had enough of responsibility, isn't I? I'm getting out.

Well, I'm going to have to tell her, aren't you?

I'm asking you to tell her.

Oh, no.

You're my friend, aren't you?

It has to be you.

If I try, she won't let go of me.

She'll probably get in her job here as a boot boy.

I'm sorry, but I can't face telling her.

The wrecker out.

No, I won't.

There are plenty of war heroes just begging.

I'm sorry.

Look, even if I did make something in my life, I wouldn't want to share it with her.

I want to share it with someone like you.

Don't be daft.

You're my ideal.

Thank you, Beggar.

Don't worry, I'm not going to make advances.

You're far out of my reach.

You're a lead for one thing, in spite of your accent.

Why'd you say that?

I know these things. I'm psychic.

They should tell you then.

Tell me what?

Oh, nothing. Don't matter.

Goodbye, Lottie.

You can't just go.

Saving your reputation.

Why'd I tell Mary?

You'll think of something.

I'm sorry.

It's Suzanne Langland versus Mrs. Lambert.

Chambers, matter of plumbing, sensory.

Didn't you say nothing?

We saw the king and queen.

They were a sort of beaver.

Oh, Mr. Style, would you mind not making puddles on my kitchen door?

Where else can we draw off with the painter still in the dispense?

Go on, Petter, Mark, will you?

I'd laugh straight to the referee's room,

way the tickets in his face called him a damn profiteer and asked me money back.

He did two hours with him?

Mr. Style, you'll never even pay for the tickets in the first place.

It's not the point Mrs. Cochran, it's the principal.

Tell him what answer you got.

Never mind that.

The referee looked him straight to the eye and said,

Cheerio, just that.

Cheerio, we said.

Can't you go and see him tomorrow?

We haven't got tickets for tomorrow.

What is it?

Oh, what a word with you, a judge.

It's not here upstairs.

And tell your blessitude with you.

Can I stop laughing and green anyway?

After all that rain?

You'll have a London mother mooning.

That old snake, Saffron Wollard, is not going to keep his man's shop for five minutes.

Hell have no fury like an old woman scorned.

It's outrageous, we've known him for years.

Never liked him, mind you.

Slippery like a number of your friends.

He pays his bills.

Most of them.

Anyway, that's the least of our worries.

One.

Well, it's not working out, is it?

Urban area.

You can't keep taking the places, said to yourself.

Mary.

Never see her these days.

I've done my duty by Charlie.

She can't stay here forever, that's certain.

Just till she finds her feet.

Yeah, but what's she going to do?

Tell me, what's she going to be?

She's going to be a working girl like a mother or a plumbing piers daughter.

Be herself, we can't mold her into anything.

Then we guide her.

Yeah, but which way?

The way she decides.

We'll leave her to her.

She's got a mind of her own.

She interests.

You know, she liked music.

Sing.

Shanting voice.

She's saying to me today, it's in James' park.

Well, the rain came.

Yeah, well, it's not what she decides, it's what I decide.

Look at these.

Finishing the schools.

Switzerland.

She can learn to sing.

She wants to.

And she can learn the King's English at the same time.

Oh, here's your supper.

It's lovely tonight.

Chicken Dan, Mrs. Cochran's special way.

You heard what happened to us in Wimbledon, I suppose?

Oh, so funny.

What have you been doing all day?

Not stuck indoors, I hope.

Took forever I want.

Oh, did you go with Lingley?

Always a bit fussy when I take her.

Red.

Red got sucked.

Oh dear.

That would be Mr. Starr either.

Did you give her a rub down?

Oh, it's fine tomorrow.

It's the victory parade in the morning.

We can't see it, Charlie.

Brian will want to see it.

He may even be marching.

Come on, eat up, it'll get cold.

Not very hungry.

Not a lie.

But you feel your fault.

No, I'm all right.

Something happened.

Something Mrs. Trotter.

What is it?

You can help me.

Brian.

What about Brian?

They came in this afternoon.

Do they hotel?

Not silly, they might all like the hotel.

What do you want?

He asked me to...

Not...

To tell you, he's going away.

Leave him his job.

Leave in London.

Oh, that's impossibly...

He can't do that.

Why should he?

Did he say why?

Just had to be on his own.

Get away for a bit.

That's what he said.

Why should he tell you that?

Why couldn't he tell me himself?

That it might try and stop him.

Of course I would.

Of course I'd try.

He doesn't know what he's doing.

Leave him.

Did he come up here and tell you?

This room?

Has he been up here?

Yeah.

He didn't do anything to you, did he?

Oh no, no, he's a perfect gentleman.

What did he say about me?

Nothing.

You're such a good person.

You tried to tell him you're much better than me.

Bit won't listen.

It's not me a thing, can't it?

He's muddled about war on that.

Oh Mary, please don't cry.

Don't cry.

You find somebody else and know you will.

No I won't.

When I was up there.

About 20 minutes, Rob.

Did you hear what they said?

Hello, Rob.

The voices are too low.

We wasn't originally going to trouble you with it, but...

He was Mary's young man and she seems very upset about it.

Is she?

See, right. Thank you.

Probably a greater harmless encounter.

Harmless, eh?

Nothing's about time out of work with that young lady.

Lottie?

Lottie?

Lottie?

Excuse me, Miss.

Hey, I wanted to talk to you.

I'm sorry, Miss. I have a lot of work to do.

And this guest is expected in this room.

Oh, Mary.

You see, Lottie?

What's she doing in there?

Oh, Mary, you see, Lottie.

What's she doing in there?

Lottie?

What's this idea about you having young men in your room?

I can explain.

Well, I hope you can.

We're nothing at all, really.

We just came to say goodbye, honest.

Well, you don't have young men alone in your room again.

Not ever. Not without asking me first.

Is that understood?

Yes, sir.

What do you think you're doing in here?

A room's empty.

A room's empty?

Well, you can't go around all the rooms taking bacon position.

Not all rooms, just this one.

Come on.

Hurry me in.

No.

You do as your told, young lady.

No, I'm doing no harm.

He want me to see us from me, won't mind.

It isn't his room anymore.

A little longer space room.

I don't know. You can have strangers coming here.

Well, I can't warn it up. Can I have got to earn a living?

I don't believe in shrines.

And he wouldn't either.

What's the special about it anyway?

I came from it.

Didn't I?

And he died in it from his wounds.

And if he'd left it, it'd been blind.

Mary told me.

I wish you had.

Now listen, Lottie.

I've only best by you, haven't I?

Oh, dear.

You want me to start mothering, did you?

Sorry, but I can't do that. It's not me nature.

And we found you a good home.

He kept you, aren't you?

And I'll do the same.

But you can't ask for anything else.

I remember once.

I ran my way home from quite a practice.

They passed me on his horse.

It asked me if I wanted to ride only him.

We're railing and mupoons, we're letting water.

He picked me up.

And I'll meet Ty.

And we rode off like a night-nest story.

Weren't you a short way?

Next day, my dad gave me a new pair of boop.

Now it was said, brand new where they come from.

After that he all had smiled at me.

He didn't mind me up up big house.

But they always said I shouldn't.

I couldn't tell them he wanted me there, because I was.

Somehow, I knew I was.

Ah, Foos.

Brian Malay, Brian Spedden said a lot.

He didn't know, but he could tell.

Spide me a voice and everything.

Do you want to be a lady?

Yeah.

Oh, you'd have to learn then.

Can you teach me?

Oh, yes, I could, I suppose.

Second name.

That'd be better if you went to school, didn't it proper?

School?

Yeah, this one in Switzerland, that's very good.

I'm told.

But young girls are turned into ladies.

They gave you over that.

But leave here.

Well, come home in the holidays, of course.

Be out of your own then, won't I?

Now, that isn't the reason, Lottie.

I'm trying to think what's best for you.

London's no place for you, not yet.

Feel better yourself, don't you?

No, right.

No, it's for me, sir.

Never will be.

No, that's nonsense.

No.

Major were telling me about society and how it works.

There's some funny rules.

Looks like me don't seem to be part of it.

Now, listen, my girl.

All my life.

Lottie's used me, and I've used it.

To my advantage, I'll admit that.

But I've never been part of it because I was just a plain ordinary cook.

Well, I was the best as it happens.

But I've never pretended I was anything else.

Now, you, on the other hand, you can be part of it.

Because your lord hasled me as daughter.

Now, you can go to this school.

Learn the rules and join the game.

If you put your mind to it,

you can still be true to yourself.

Do you have the same one I'm getting at?

No.

Oh, well, I may need your father for this.

Here, I'll tell you what.

We'll have a glass of wine.

Just the two of us, you and me,

can drink to his memory.

What?

Right?

There's something I can do for you.

Your first glass of wine in his presence.

It is your first, I hope.

Yeah.

Now, this, he would definitely approve of.

Hey, you're steady on.

This is good stuff, you know.

It's lovely.

This is my girl.

You talk about him.

What do you want to know?

Just, oh, it were.

At the beginning.

At the beginning.

And I attended.

I've got right to know, and I...

Yes, here's the idea of your crime, right?

You'll have to wait a bit.

You'll hear about it someday, I promise you.

Lovely.

You can have a little nap.

We're now interruptions.

I'm not so ill, my boy.

Very good idea, madam.

No, no, no, no, no, don't need it.

Hello.

Come off in the ains. I'll try putting it back.

Made them. Made them? We want gone.

You stand bright. The explorer. Can't get out.

Well don't come to me. Get started do it.

You won't. He says he's too busy.

Oh. Just arrived.

Where themselves?

Cap Driver said there was two ladies, but it seems they disappeared.

Miss Olive Bradford. Who's she?

Lo Sam. Miss Lottie must have brought the friend back.

You mentioned in a letter?

Look, I've told you Pearl.

She says you have to or she'll knock your bloody block off.

What?

That's what she said. Come on I'll do it.

The truth is it. Now the ride.

Hey, what? Come on, come on. Give me ains.

Ains.

Ains.

Wild. She's asleep. We'll sneak past. Come on.

Whatever you say, my dear.

What a quaint old bill would be.

You can try to sit back to Charles the first.

Son of it. Can you? Good. Happens.

So they say.

Hello. We don't want to disturb you.

I'll be recognized here.

Nice to see you.

You too.

Miss Olive Bradford, my art teacher.

Mrs. Trotter.

How'd you do?

Hello.

Poor Ollie. She was going to spend the holes in the Camarg with her brother, but he broke his leg.

So I invited her to stay with us. Is that all right?

Well, I should think we could manage it.

Thank you.

Oh, Mom.

Oh.

I am potty about this garden.

It's so close to Jenny Wild and...

No, dear. That's one thing. It's not.

Yes, for a little show, Mr. Ollie.

Ollie inside. Would you now start a final room?

I'll have a little rest now. If you'll excuse me.

Come on, Ollie. Let's go find Star.

I think he's got a hard bag and I'll show you.

Oh, more others.

No, no, Pearl.

Only three of us. Mrs. Trotter, Mrs. Richards, and myself.

You four, I was told.

Oh, well, that's right, Major. Miss Lottie's brought a fin-back with her.

Mrs. Trotter told you would mind accommodating extra person.

Oh.

No, that's better.

Oh, yes, that's perfect. Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, oh, blow me.

Come in.

Hello.

Welcome home. Darling Mary.

Oh, no, I can't kiss you. I'll smudge.

How are you?

I'm very well. Thank you.

Did you have a nice term?

Oh, it's all right, you know. Rather boring, really.

Now, what do you think of my dress?

Well, I think it's lovely.

We spent a day in Paris on the way back to the house.

I thought it for me as a present.

Don't tell mother, though. She might not approve.

I haven't met Ollie yet.

I know.

Oh, you'll love her. She's such fun. She's my best friend.

And she also bought me this. Isn't it divine?

Put some on. Go on.

Oh, no, I'll stink the police, don't.

Oh, I just a dab. I don't know what the staff will say.

Oh, you and mother come to that when she sniffes her.

Fitter compil. What? It's French, meaning too bad.

Mary, we are still friends, aren't we?

Of course we are. It's just that I've never forgiven myself

for that wretched time we had over...

Heavens, I can't remember his name. Brian. Brian, yes.

Have you found someone else?

No. And to tell you the truth, I haven't really learned anything.

There's other things in life besides all that I've decided.

Is there? I think of nothing else. Is that normal?

Brian? I think of it sometimes. I'm not quite an old maid.

Yes, but when you were my age, did you think about sex?

Well, I suppose so. Yes, but I didn't let it worry me too much.

The girl I share with at school is me. Both of us are determined to get engaged this holiday.

Oh, anyone in particular? Well, he has to be a gentleman.

Of course. Can you pass me my lap?

Thank you. Okay?

I'm not sure. I'm not sure.

I'm not sure. I'm not sure.

I'm not sure. I'm not sure.

Thank you. Okay?

A picture off to the jolly old maid, I'll be.

Hardly recognise you with a new posh voice.

Don't chill over. That's what the paint brass for.

This is jolly decent of you, Major. Not so delighted.

Oh, as Jim German's a breadboard.

Oh, do call me olive. I so hate formality.

Thank you.

Oh, do you teach? Yes. Oh, yeah.

Oh, please. Amen.

Oh, God, are you all right? Yes, quite right. Thank you.

No.

It's a French, going along.

Oh, French.

It's a French.

It's a French.

I'm not sure, but I'm sure there are big words.

It's not a word.

Lottie did splendidly last term in art anyway.

She drew me an orchid which I had framed and hung in my room.

One of my most engaging pupils.

Flutters.

Oh, thank you.

Are you giving up your singing?

Promo! Yes.

We're the encouragement of Annotor.

Yes, a fussy from Playman's.

Annotor?

That's E-instructor and a troubadour of some merit.

Divine Annotor?

He used to serenade the girls under their windows in the moonlight.

Until my band stepped in.

Esme actually climbed out and had to be dragged back by her hair.

For Esme, she got blisters from the sun

and had to spend all Christmas propped up in bed missing the geology.

A lot of them geology, is that?

Oh, yes, since Ollie came.

We break all the stuffy rules with Ollie.

Annotty, don't shame me.

Shall I tell about William Tell?

No!

Oh, please.

Um, Tell?

Well, Ollie introduced archery into the school briefly.

And nearly shot an apple off Pamela de Kletney's head.

The stupid girl went and wrote home about it.

There was a merry old fast-thru.

Archery was suspended.

So was I for a week.

We all protested and threatened to run away, so my darm had to relent.

That's an 18.

Nice to hear mountain climbing in Switzerland.

What a modest height, Sir.

I remember climbing the doe.

Oh, sweetie, not there.

I adore mountains.

I find themselves aluminous, so potent.

Do you, Mrs. Trotter?

No, I can't say I've seen him quite in that light before.

I'm very fond of mountains, do I?

Everyone's in Africa.

Kilimanjaro.

You've been up, Kilimanjaro.

Well, not all the way.

Preflus.

Is there was, rather?

It's Ollie wonderful.

She's led the most amazing life.

She ran away to Paris when she was 19 and was an artist's model.

Oh, yes.

Tell about the Polish sculptor.

Oh, no, no, no.

Go on.

Godje Brześka, do you know his work?

Vorticism.

Pound, Windom Lewis.

Just before the war.

Modern abstract, I think.

Oh, no.

Yes, that's right.

Art expressing a seething whirl of ideas.

His heads are flat, smooth, almost featureless, but sensual.

I'll track some down in London, if you're interested.

Yes, I am, most interested.

Must have been rather gay, Paris, before the war.

Oh, yes, it's my spiritual home, Paris.

La Rievge-gos.

Where's your earthly home?

I'm sorry?

Oh.

Well, actually, I come from Tewkesbury.

My father was a colonel in the Indian army.

Really?

But I was out there.

Yes, so I can see.

Redford, redford.

A dry old stick, much loathed by his men, I hear.

Was he ever in Armaudnaga?

The giant emperor.

It's printed mosques.

And pottery.

No, I don't think he was.

I've remembered the Bangalore.

I was there as a child.

Really?

I was there in 92.

I had an unfortunate accident.

I was a silver rogue.

I was a silver rogue.

A lot of art.

And had a nice sense.

I was separated from the herd.

I am mad at poor children.

What did you do?

Are you sure he saved?

Because he took down some steps.

Slowed him out in a way.

Well, you're not lucky.

There is a mask.

There's painting of an adjective in the Bible.

You know, I just don't know how I'm eating.

Red not.

It must be some of the end of an order.

I'll find it for you.

She had a breakdown.

The tapes, my happy husband.

Oh, no, no, no.

It won't be there.

But we'll go there, too.

We'll have an art binge.

You can go steady on that with her.

Oh, it's all right.

We drink wine at school all the time.

I'm sorry.

I don't eat meat.

Oh.

I'm so sorry.

Good morning.

Oh.

What a lovely one.

A day, I mean.

Yes.

I didn't believe I had the pleasure, have I?

My name's Howard Lenkaren.

Love to you, Richards.

How do you do?

How do you do?

How do you do?

Would you care to do that?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

What do you care to join me in a glass of champagne?

No.

Oh, no, thank you.

I've got rather a headache this morning.

Forgive me for asking.

It's most ungallant of me, but it's not a hangover, is it?

Yes, I think it is.

Look, what you need is one of Mr. Heppels' marvelous potions.

Oh, merriman!

Well, will you join me?

Quite shaded at my table.

Thank you.

Sure.

Oh, merriman.

Uh, one Heppels breakfast.

Soon, would you write?

Well, at the double, huh?

Very good, sure.

Ah!

I'm expecting some friends.

Well, no, not friends.

Actually, he's a cousin.

He's just got himself engaged, poor fool to Angela Westbury,

whom I expect you to know.

No, I don't.

Really?

I thought everyone knew Angela.

She knows everyone.

She's finally sunk her talents into poor trouble.

Actually, I'd been away for quite a while in Switzerland.

So I've been rather out of touch.

She?

Yes.

It's a bit late in May.

Where have you been?

I'm from Avalanche.

I was out there myself in February, St. Morris.

I'm surprised we didn't bump into each other.

Well, I've been at school, actually.

School?

Finishing school at Los Am.

Good lord.

I thought you were old.

I thought you were old.

I thought you were old.

I thought you were old.

I thought you were old.

I mean that as a compliment.

I'm 19.

Oh, darling.

Sorry, we're late.

Angie.

Very shopping for the past birthday.

You know who wants his family life and scryver on a piece of parchment of all these?

I can't one point.

Anyone to do it?

How rude would Terrible Detche?

Apparently he's a little man in the old Kenroger.

Angela, I'd like you to meet Miss Lottie Richards, Lady Angela Westbury,

and my cousin Patrick Mello.

Hello.

I'm a little bit of a woman.

I'm a little bit of a woman.

I'm a little bit of a woman.

I'm a little bit of a woman.

I'm a little bit of a woman.

I'm a little bit of a woman.

I'm a little bit of a woman.

I'm Patrick Mello.

Hello.

How do you do?

How do you do?

You're not Cubby's daughter, are you?

Cubby?

It's a cut, but Richards.

Oh, no, no, no.

Her name's Dorothy.

She must be at least 35.

Angela's a walking to Brett, but occasionally some of her pages are missing.

No, no.

Miss Richards is at school in Switzerland, Angie.

Oh, you haven't even come out yet?

No, I haven't.

Look, yeah, I'm afraid I started on the champagne because I couldn't wait.

All right, long.

All right, take your time.

Well, I suppose I ought to offer some formal taste to one of this occasion.

No, please darling, no speeches.

Oh, dear.

Well, to the happy couple.

Yes.

Aren't you joining us?

It's remedial.

Oh, I see a party last night, what?

No, don't touch it.

I had it once.

It killed me.

Well, you're still here, old baby.

Absolutely nonsense.

You drink it in one.

One, two, three.

Down you go.

Well done.

That's it.

Don't you?

Oh, how do you feel now?

Much better, thanks.

I have a gas, but a chase of darlin'.

Thanks, sir.

There we are.

All right.

You've come from Yorkshire.

I knew it.

The moment you put on that silly accent.

Tell me, what are you doing living in this den of an equity?

Well, actually, my father is a friend of Mrs. Trotters while he was killed in the war.

And she's sort of looking after me.

Oh, how nice.

I can think of nothing nicer than to be looked after by Mrs. Trotter.

There, or me.

You will live here, there.

We just come here for the entertainment, are you?

There's been none over there, then.

Couldn't see, but Mr. Blake courage just ordered a pepper's breakfast.

Oh, has he?

That's no more than she deserves.

Have you all come?

That's no one any.

Oh, that's...

Oh.

Excuse me.

I'm afraid I shall have to go now.

Oh, dear.

What a shame.

Well, I hope we meet again.

Yes.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Bye.

I'm drinking oil.

Awfully, pretty.

Great, smasher.

What?

Uh, come in.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

Come in.

Am I too early?

Oh, no.

Please, come in.

I'd rather not stupid than to slay my shoes.

And I left my cigars behind last night.

They're in a small, gold case.

Did you come across them?

No.

But please, look around.

It's rather untidy, I'm afraid.

Oh, no.

I love your room.

A treasure trove.

A man's life spread out.

What?

Oh, well, one collects things, isn't it?

What's this?

Your appendix?

No, present to Mr. Zulu Chief.

Parting gift, I think.

Something of his.

I didn't inquire till closely.

He was rather a fierce fellow.

What's this for?

Oh, nothing.

Jinkana, quetta, and I to do.

First prize?

A marvelous pony called Wellington.

Must take some of the credit.

Oh, look, I say.

Is that really you?

Yeah.

I say.

That is impressive.

And, uh, you're standing on him.

What?

Oh.

Oh, look.

Only one eye.

That's where I got him, I'm afraid.

I would love you to tell me about it.

Well, dear.

Well, if you have the time.

Well, it was my...

Oh, look.

I have found your shoes.

I had to have to finish up there.

Yeah.

Boodoo.

What a varied life you must have led.

As you have by your account of things last night.

Oh, God.

What did I say?

Oh, nothing, uh, untoward.

I'll show you.

Well, one is act to exaggerate.

A little.

For the girls, poor darlings.

Ah!

Here are my cigars.

Can I tempt you?

Oh, why not?

Would you like some coffee?

Can it become jut up?

In the twinkling of an eye.

Oh, it's beautiful.

I'll fetch a vase for it.

He's asked me to go to the theater with him.

On Thursday.

Should I accept?

Well, of course you should.

Why not?

He's a lovely man, Mr. Blington.

Quite fancy myself.

But you'd better ask your mother just to make sure.

You wanted to see me?

I did.

Show the dope.

Oh, yes.

Sit down.

Now then.

Miss Richards.

What are you up to?

Nothing yet.

Now, look here, blinkers.

I've known you since your father used to bring you here when you were still in your knickerbockers.

I'm not saying I didn't take you.

Well, a little charmer even in those days.

But from my observation, you're all so fickle, feckless, lazy and fip for nothing much.

So for hanging around here, see him, won't you then pick up?

Oh, look here.

Hold your horses, Mrs. T. I mean to say.

Well, your assessment of me as I grant you fella near the mark.

In fact, you sound exactly like my mother.

But I'm not all villain.

I met Miss Richards in the garden.

I found a charming and I thought she was fair game.

Fair game?

No, no, I mean I...

Do you know how old she is?

I believe she's 19, isn't she?

I know. All are you next birthday.

Me? I'm 28. But good lord.

I know. I'd behave and I wouldn't dream of her.

Anyway, why are you grilling me like this?

I mean, she's not...

No, you're taking her.

To the theatre.

To see a play called Love Among the Paint Pots with Owen Nares.

Quite suitable from what I've heard.

Well, she must've got her at the Ralsk once in her life.

So she'll know what to avoid in future.

All right. But I want her back here straight after.

What? No supper.

No. No supper. Back here. I've passed ten on the dot.

Is that understood?

Upon my honour, Mum.

Are my dismissed?

Yeah, off you go.

Here goes, Jim other.

Seriously?

When I was a girl,

I ate cheeks for me.

I knew a woman who filled her garden with statues of boys just like these.

She was quite young about my age.

She used to talk to them, even feed them, I think.

My naughty children, she called them.

One day I caught her kissing one and crying.

Don't grow up, she said.

Don't grow up and leave me.

Trushing.

Tuts, do you mean, very fay?

What a way to live.

She was probably quite happy, wouldn't she?

Happy!

Life isn't talking to stones.

It's flesh and blood and sinews and feelings.

Life's a rather hazardous affair and I'm always fine.

Oh yes, for you an adventurer, it must be.

If you had a thousand pounds, where would you go, tonight?

Up the Amazon.

Would you?

Really?

Would you take me?

Out of the place for a woman, isn't it?

Well, I'm quite fearless, I could do the cooking.

Yeah.

I've always longed to be first on the scene somewhere.

Do you know what I mean?

To see something that no man has ever seen before.

The Lost World?

Yes.

To see and conquer.

I'll put down a tiny flag in a way.

The steak one's clean.

Is that an absurd ambition, do you think?

No.

Well, why should it be?

One feels so, small in the face of the universe.

Did Columbus, Marco Polo, did Alexander the Great?

Would it be awful if I'm a dickissian?

No.

Thank you, it was a lovely play.

Not too gloomy, I hope.

Oh, no, it's so real.

Hello, Star.

I'm in love with Owen Lairs.

Oh, you miss?

I had a funny story about him the other day.

Apparently, after a performance, he has a habit of sitting in his dressing room, completely nude with his feet in the wash space and giving a charming smile to all his visitors.

LAUGHTER

I'm sorry, miss.

Well, here we are, all safe and sound.

Have a good time.

Marvelous.

Owen Nares is simply divine and stars just told us that he hasn't.

I think I should say goodnight now.

Won't you stay for coffee?

Um, no, I won't, thanks.

Howard has very sweetly asked me to go on the river with him next week.

May I?

It should be rather pleasant if the weather stays fine.

Well, I don't see no detection.

Oh, thank you. You're a rip.

Good night, Lottie.

Good night, Howard.

And thank you again for a lovely evening.

Good night, Mrs. Trotter.

Good night.

So tired.

Straight to bed.

Good night.

All right.

There!

Scary gnome!

Shh!

We've got your shot being here. I'll get the set!

Hey, you, kid.

Go behind the screen.

Take that off and put this on.

No, I can't, please!

Do as you're told.

Please, I'll make it worth your while.

I'm coming.

Get kicked out on the lower wheel.

I'll be on the streets.

Straight to bed. What a weapon.

You're going to row, don't you, mate?

Be quiet and please do hurry.

Oh, you look beautiful. A princess.

Now, I'll tell you this one.

Right. I'll hop into bed.

Come on.

If anyone comes in, don't say a word.

Keep your head well hidden under the bed close.

I'll be back before morning.

You're a real sport pal.

Well done.

I've got a camera waiting outside the back.

I'm not listening to you.

I'll be back.

Let's go.