Top Hat Page #2

What else have you got?

I'm sorry, sir,

but you've cleaned out the shop.

You better tell them

to plant some more for tomorrow.

They are all to go

to Miss Dale Tremont, sir?

That's right.

Her room number is 304.

What's that?

That's for the opening

of a butcher shop, sir.

- Send that up, too.

- But, sir, a horseshoe?

Why, yes, I may want to order

a peach orchard tomorrow.

What's the number of your room, sir?

Just charge it to Horace Hardwick,

room 404.

Yes, sir.

I wonder what Mr. Beddini

is going to say about this.

What can he say?

He's been sending her flowers daily

ever since they came here.

And entre nous...

the desk clerk has intimated...

that Mr. Beddini provides Miss Tremont

with all the niceties...

including her clothes.

Really?

And her niceties are very nice.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

- I do hope you slept well last night.

- I slept well enough, but not long enough.

I'm sorry. I was hoping...

there was something I could do

to square myself.

That's quite all right.

I thought perhaps I could drive you

to the stables.

No, thank you. I have a hansom cab

waiting for me outside.

With a horse in front of it?

Yes. You see,

the stable people always use them.

They feel the horse is coming back.

Where's he been?

We're leaving tonight.

Has Mr. Beddini made arrangements?

Yes, Miss Tremont.

He's ordered your baggage

to be picked up at 7:00.

Thank you.

- Driver.

- Yes, miss?

Can't you go any faster than this?

Lord love a duck, miss. I can,

but I'm not allowed to leave the horse.

I meant the horse, of course.

It's like this, miss.

You see, the horse is kind of tired today...

on account of having won

the Grand National on Friday.

Are you trying to tell me

that this is a racehorse?

Yes, miss, and I've got his pedigree, too.

As a matter of fact,

his sire was Man O'War.

Who was his dam?

- I beg your pardon, miss?

- I said, who was his dam?

I don't know, miss. He didn't give a...

Peekaboo.

Stop this cab at once.

I don't know how.

I've never handled anything

more complicated than a Duesenberg.

Take it easy, Mavis.

What are we going to do?

In dealing with a girl or horse,

one just lets nature take its course.

There we are, miss.

I told you the horse

would bring you to the right place.

What is this strange power

you have over horses?

Horsepower.

Don't I even get any thanks?

Buy yourself a new hat.

Cab, miss?

May I rescue you?

No, thank you, I prefer being in distress.

Charming little spot you have here.

When does the concert start?

Just as soon as you and the rain stop.

Now, please.

You wouldn't like to be

just a little bit more friendly, would you?

Why should I?

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