... He is arriving by boat this
afternoon, by which time it is hoped
Her Majesty will be in a fit state to
consider riding out...
INT. OSBORNE HOUSE, PRIVATE SECRETARY'S ROOM - DAY
SIR HENRY PONSONBY, the Queen's Private Secretary, is
sitting at his writing desk, completing a letter.
... As to that decision, along with
all others, we remain, as ever,
prisoners of the Queen's grief.
Ever your devoted husband, Henry.
He folds the letter and slips it into an envelope. He is a
middle-aged man in a dark mourning suit; tall, Saturnine
and with a civil servant's stoop. As he looks up, we see a
white-stockinged FOOTMAN standing to attention by the door.
PONSONBY hands the letter to him.
"OSBORNE HOUSE, ISLE OF WIGHT"
INT. OSBORNE HOUSE, CORRIDOR AND QUEEN'S DINING ROOM - DAY
A series of windows are being slammed open by white
stockinged FOOTMEN as members of the ROYAL FAMILY and UPPER
HOUSEHOLD hurry by in silence, all dressed in mourning and
rushing to make the luncheon hour.
INT. OSBORNE HOUSE, QUEEN'S DRAWING ROOM - DAY
Queen VICTORIA heads down the empty corridor with two
ladies-in-waiting, LADY ELY and LADY CHURCHILL, hurrying
along a pace behind.
INT. OSBORNE HOUSE, QUEEN'S DINING ROOM - DAY
Members of the Royal family and upper household hurry into
the icy dining room and take their designated places at the
luncheon table. Everybody is dressed in mourning and
nobody speaks. Wind whistles through the open windows.
Among the diners we catch our first glimpse of BERTIE, the
Prince of Wales. He is in his mid-twenties, plump, stiff
dressed and balding. He stands next to his young wife,
PRINCESS ALEXANDRA, who fiddles nervously with her shawl,
trying to keep warm.