The Four Feathers Page #2

I had the sense to be born in March.

Father's going to be terrific.

He's given four speeches already,

and he's been rehearsing them in the bathroom.

"My lords, ladies and gentlemen

and officers of my old regiment...

this is an occasion

for double rejoicing.

I am proud to announce

not only my daughter's coming of age...

but also her engagement to the son

of my old comrade in arms...

Mr. Harry Faversham

of the Royal North Surrey Regiment. "

What, him?

- Our own Harry Faversham.

- Oh, I say, this is very sudden.

They've been signaling for it

for months.

- Good luck, Harry.

- Thanks.

Good luck, Harry.

Thanks, John.

What about this Egypt business?

You can't take her with you, you know.

When the Dervishes catch a white man,

they cut his nose off...

and hang him up by the toes.

Ooh, disgusting business.

All the money falling out of your pockets.

I'll see you at dinner.

Ooh.

Did I frighten the poor lad?

Shouldn't be surprised.

I don't know what's come over the lad.

Can't take a joke.

Never takes a drink.

Moons about all day.

Reads poetry all night.

If that's love, give me indigestion.

Oh. Uh, time to get changed.

- So long.

- So long.

I'm sorry, John. I was a fool

to make a joke of it like that.

- I know how you feel about her.

- That's all right, Peter.

It was for her to decide.

I wish it had been you, all the same.

See you at mess.

After all, there are plenty of other girls.

Plenty?

For other men.

Um, uh, many years ago...

I fought in the Crimea...

beside that very gallant soldier

General Faversham...

whose death last year

was, uh, such a loss to us.

Hear! Hear!

Tonight I am proud to announce

the engagement of my daughter...

to Harry Faversham...

my dear old friend's only son.

Bravo!

- Good old Harry!

- Good luck, Harry!

Ten years ago,

when Harry was a boy...

I raised my glass in his honor...

with the toast, "May he prove

the bravest of all the Favershams. "

Harry Faversham...

coupled with the name

of my daughter Ethne.

Harry!

- Good luck!

- Good luck, Harry.

The company is now dismissed.

The business of dancing

will now commence.

Well, Colonel, you're off

on this Egyptian affair, eh?

Of course it's only a minor campaign.

It'll do you a world of good.

The army's too soft nowadays.

- You mean not hard enough?

- Of course!

Now, the Crimea - Ah!

War was war in those days...

and men were men.

Let me tell you

what happened at Balaclava.

Uh, you remember the positions,

Doctor, don't you?

Only too well.

I was over there, on the extreme left.

Here were the Russian batteries,

behind the nuts.

Guns, guns, guns, guns.

On the right, the British infantry.

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