That Hamilton Woman Page #2

The fewer the veils the greater the success.

But, alas, the police locked the place

just after the last veil fell.

The older I get,

the less I seem to know about women.

It's the penalty of your wicked youth,

Your Excellency.

Don't ask me what happened to her before.

The usual past, I suppose.

A poor little country girl wronged once

and then wronged again.

The old story.

Lower and lower, but always up and up.

And now she's the guest of an ambassador.

With a past like that.

Past?

Look at this statue.

Two hundred years in a Greek temple.

Then thrown into the mud

by some barbarian soldier.

2,000 years sinking lower and lower into the

mud, then dug up by the plough of a peasant,

changing hands every year until at last

it comes to its rightful place.

Into the hands of someone

who understands the glory of its beauty.

Because, my friend, it is still beautiful, isn't it,

despite its past?

Gavin.

I'll dine tonight with Miss Hart

Alone, at eight o'clock.

GAVlN:
Yes Your Excellency

Thank you, my man.

I'll ring for you later, if I want you.

Very good, madam.

Two ambassadors, Mum, two!

Well, what did you think of me?

Wasn't I wonderful?

You were all that, darling, and more.

So far, so good.

But, please, Mum, not another word about the

soap factory. Not till I've married Charlie.

Charlie said Sir William was very fussy

about that sort of thing.

Don't worry your pretty head

about Sir William.

You'll have him eating out of your hand

within three months.

Three months? Three days?

He'll be eating out of it tonight.

And in a month,

Charlie will be here to take us home.

How pleased he'll be with me.

He will indeed, but there's no great hurry.

It's very nice here just now

and it's not costing us a farthing.

It's all very well for you, but what about me?

''Yes, Your Excellency. No, Your Excellency.

Of course, Your Excellency.''

- Oh, how I miss my Charlie.

- Yes, he's a likely, young fellow.

Burt there's no-one good enough for my Emily,

though it's her own mother who says so.

But, Mother, I wouldn't exist without Charlie.

He's done everything for me, everything.

Well, he's... made me a lady.

I know, darling, I know.

Oh! Look at that mountain

with the smoke coming out of it.

The coachman said it went off a few years ago

and killed several people.

That would never happen in Liverpool.

Oh, Mother, you're hopeless. That's a famous

volcano. People come miles to see it.

What do they call it? Charles told me 100 times.

Smoking mountain. Vesuvius, that's it, Vesuvius.

If Sir William asks you what you think

of it, just say it's lovely.

- Yes, dear.

- It's mixed up with the history of Ancient Rome.

Nero set it on fire and said the Christians did it.

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