The Rains Came Page #2

He's going to the party.

Oho.

Better hurry up, Tom.

Mrs. Simon will be

Climbing that hedge

After you.

Here I go.

So glad you could come.

It's my last tea this season.

We'll be leaving for simla

Before the rains.

You'll be going too,

Of course?

Naturally.

No one stays in Ranchipur

During the monsoon.

No? Only about

Five million people.

Oh, you know what I mean.

Proper people--

The kind of people one knows.

It's so seldom out here

One meets anyone...

From one of the real

County families.

Of course, you've heard

The Eskeths have just arrived?

The Eskeths?

Lord Esketh.

Thelord Esketh.

Oh, fern! Fern!

I'm coming.

Oh, there you are.

Fern, Mr. Ransome's here.

Put some powder

On your nose.

It keeps melting off.

If you think he'd marry me,

You're on the wrong track.

Why, how dare you

Insinuate that I--

All right, all right.

Let's not argue.

Okeydoke. I'm ready.

"okeydoke."

I don't know where you pick up

All this american slang.

Mr. Ransome.

Mr. Ransome, this is

Our little girl.

Our little daughter,

Fern.

How do you do?

I've wanted so much

For you two to know

Each other.

May I get you a drink?

Oh, you're very kind.

I'll send one of the boys.

You know what mother

Means by a drink,

Don't you?

I beg your pardon?

Lemonade.

Oh.

Wouldn't you like something,

Uh, a little stronger?

I see that my reputation

Has preceded me.

Father keeps a little brandy

In case of snake bites

And things.

Mmm. The snakes

Have been a bit trying

This afternoon.

I'll get some for you.

You think your mother

Would mind very much

If we--

Mother? She wouldn't mind.

Thanks.

A little water, please.

Thank you.

Oh, I hope I'm not

Keeping you from your guests.

Oh, they're not my guests.

That's mother's idea

Of high society.

They're all excited

Because you're here.

Really?

Should I be flattered?

They say dreadful things

About you.

What sort of things?

That you're a drunkard

And a bounder

And a remittance man.

They'll hang around you

Just the same...

Because your father

Was an earl.

I suppose I shouldn't

Be talking like this.

Why not?

I don't mind.

I don't care

What they say about you,

Because I know

What you're really like.

I've watched you from my window

Every time you've come

To the smileys'.

Sometimes I think

You're the only person

In Ranchipur I don't hate.

You see, Mr. Ransome,

I've wanted to know you

For a long time,

But not this way.

Not with mother throwing me

At your head.

Oh, my dear child--

Oh, I'm not a child.

I'm over 18.

I'm a woman.

I--

I need your help.

I'm-- I'm in trouble.

Trouble?

Yes, I--

Oh, it's so hard

To tell you.

Well, it needn't be.

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