The Winslow Boy Page #2

would be about L420 a year?

Again, exactly the figure.

It seems perfectly satisfactory.

I needn't delay my congratulations.

Thank you, sir.

-Do you smoke?

-I do.

I propose to settle on my daughter

one-sixth of my total capital.

Which, to the final fraction, is

L833, six shillings and eight pence.

But let's deal in round figures,

shall we, and call it L850.

I call that very generous, sir.

It's not as generous as I'd have

liked, but if it seems agreeable...

...l don't think we have

any more to discuss.

-No, sir.

-Splendid.

Pretty rotten weather, isn't it, sir?

Yes, vile.

Cigarette?

No, thank you, sir.

I'm still smoking.

Well?

Well, what?

How was your little chat?

You weren't supposed to know

we were having a chat.

You're infuriating.

Is everything all right, John?

-I'm glad. I really am.

-Thank you, Mrs. Winslow.

-Can I kiss you?

-Yes.

Well, I'm practically your mother now.

I'm practically your father,

but if you'll forgive me....

He's gone and left

the garden gate open.

Could someone close

the garden gate for us?

I don't suppose you'd mind

if we left you alone?

I think we might allow ourselves

a modest celebration at lunch.

Would you get me the cellar key?

Violet, would you have someone

see to the gate, please?

Was it an ordeal?

-Scared to death.

-My poor darling.

I had a lot of neatly turned phrases,

but he wouldn't let me use them.

-I'm sure they were good.

-I thought they were.

Want to do your speech for me?

Love to. What is it?

Ronnie, what is it?

Where did Father go? ls he gone?

I'll go and get him.

No, don't go and get him.

No! Cate, please don't.

-Please, Cate, don't.

-What's the trouble, Ronnie?

You'd better go

and change, hadn't you?

What's the trouble?

You can tell me.

You know John Watherstone.

You met him last holidays.

I'll disappear.

Now, darling, what is it?

You can tell me. Have you run away?

What is it then?

Oh, God!

I didn't do it.

Really, I didn't.

No, darling.

This letter's addressed to Father.

Did you open it?

You shouldn't have.

I was going to tear it up.

We could tell Father term

had ended two days sooner.

-I'm back for Christmas holidays--

-No, darling.

I didn't do it. Really, I didn't.

Ronnie, old lad, how's everything?

Back early?

-Take him upstairs. I'll get Mother.

-All right.

What's up then, old chap?

Nothing.

Have you been sacked?

Bad luck. What for?

-I didn't do it.

-Of course not. I know.

-Honestly. I didn't.

-That's all right.

I believe you.

No need to go on.

I say, you're a bit damp.

-I've been in the rain.

-You're shivering too.

Ought you to change?

Don't want you catching pneumonia.

I'm all right.

-Mother.

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