Cavalcade Page #4

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And behave yourselves.

(ORGAN CONTINUES)

There's no escape

from that tune anywhere.

- Well, shall I throw him something?

- Yes, you could throw it at him.

Oh, Jane dear.

Hi! Hi! Will you go away?

Further down the street.

Jane dear, do sit down.

You've been standing about

all the afternoon.

- I don't believe I shall ever see them again.

- Nonsense.

Mafeking's bound to be relieved

in the next few days.

- All the papers say so.

- Everyone's been saying that for months.

My brother's still out there,

dying by inches,

starvation, disease and horror.

And Robert...

I can't bear to think of it

and I can't stop thinking.

Oh, no news yet, Ellen.

Have a nice cup of tea, ma'am.

Don't fret about the master, ma'am.

He's all right.

You see, he's got my Alfred with him.

And we'd be bound to hear

if anything happened.

Poor Ellen. It must be just as bad for you.

Well, no news is good news,

and what must be, must be.

That's what I say. You'd never

believe how that cheers you up.

(SOBBING)

Now, come, darling. Drink this tea.

Extra! All about the war!

Extra! Special, all about the war!

- Hi! Hi!

- Latest from the front! Thank you, ma'am.

Thank you, lady.

Extra! All about the war!

- Extra! All about the war!

- What is it, Ellen?

What is it?

- Nothing, ma'am.

- Paper! All about the war!

Extra! Paper!

(STREET ORGAN IN DISTANCE)

"No news is good news

and what must be, must be."

Now, look here, Jane dear.

I'm going now,

and I'm coming back at a quarter to 7:00.

Quarter to 7:
00. Why?

We're going out to dine at a restaurant

and we're going to a theater.

Restaurant? Theater? By ourselves?

Oh, Margaret.

Well, why not?

Now, there's no sense

in sitting at home fretting.

And it doesn't do any good.

We'll get Ronnie James to take us.

And if he can't, then we'll go by ourselves.

I don't care what people say.

It's sweet of you, Margaret,

but I simply can't.

Now, Jane dear...

I'm going home to have a bath

and to put on my new Redfern model,

- and I shall be back at a quarter to 7:00.

- But, Margaret, I...

Now, don't argue.

Do just what you're told.

Robert and Jim would hate to think of you

sitting at home weeping and wailing.

They're being gallant enough.

We must be gallant, too.

We'll dine at the Caf Royal.

- Margaret, honestly, I...

- Now!

We'll dine at the Caf Royal.

- (STREET ORGAN CONTINUES)

- (DOOR CLOSES)

(STREET ORGAN CONTINUES)

Play louder! Play louder!

Soldiers of the Queen, wounded and dying,

suffering for their Queen.

(ANGUISHED CRY)

Play louder!

(SOBBING) Play louder!

(U P-TEMPO ORCHESTRAL INTRO)

(SINGING)

(SINGING CONTINUES)

(SINGING ENDS)

- Heeey! Hey!

- (GIGGLING)

- Tell me something, Ada.

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