Mrs Brown Page #3

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The same people who refused to grant

my husband the title of "King"...

because he was deemed

of insufficient rank.

I have some letters in my saddlebag.

I'd like to read them.

I cannot read them

like that.

You will hand them to me

as I require.

[Chattering]

[Chattering Stops]

Mr Carter, the head butler,

sits there.

Not any more he doesn't.

This is my place.

- By whose authority?

- My own.

The order of seating

at the upper servants' table...

is arranged personally

by the Queen herself.

Now that's a tautology, lad.

If you say the Queen

has arranged something,

there's no need to say

she's done it personally.

It's understood.

- [Murmuring]

- [Man] Thank you.

And you're the Queen's dresser,

I believe.

Assistant, sir. Yes.

- What's your name?

- Mary Taylor, sir.

Have I seen you

up at Balmoral, Mary?

I hope to go up next year.

Tell me, Mary. What is the Queen

reading for recreation these days?

Lord Tennyson, sir.

[Murmuring Stops]

Ah!

Am I the only one eating?

Lord Clarendon arrives

by invitation at 11:00,

followed at 12:
00 by a picnic

on the grounds to celebrate

Princess Alice's birthday.

The chancellor writes to say

that by happy coincidence,

he will be in Cowes

this weekend,

and he asks if Your Majesty

might grant him an audience.

Why?

He thought, perhaps, Your Majesty

might wish to be informed...

of the latest developments

in government.

No, I shall be out walking.

Then, perhaps, Your Majesty

might consider it opportune...

if the Prince of Wales

were to meet him on your behalf.

On no account.

Mama, I really do think it's time

we made ourselves a little more...

[Clears Throat]

available.

I think

we must accept...

that our position in the country

is not entirely unrelated...

to the continued absence

of the monarchy from public life.

I thought, perhaps, we might consider

a small gesture of some kind.

- Gesture?

- I thought a dinner

for our ambassadors, perhaps.

No dinners, Bertie.

Why are you dressed for outdoors?

- It's so infernally cold in here.

- Cold is good.

Is that not so,

Dr Jenner?

[Gasping]

Uh, I'm sorry, ma'am.

- Cold is good!

- Oh, excellent, ma'am. Excellent.

But perhaps if Her Majesty...

were to consider accompanying

her newfound physical vigour...

with the benefits

of mental activity.

Why am I being lectured

in this way?

- Oh, forgive me, Your Majesty.

- I will not tolerate

anybody lecturing me...

- about the responsibility of monarchy.

- Mother.

Least of all my son!

It was his irresponsibility

that drove my husband to his grave!

If it is inconvenient

to Her Majesty,

then perhaps she might consider

allowing the Prince of Wales...

Would you believe they sent me

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