Cheerful Weather for the Wedding

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Here you go, miss.

Annie!

Millman!

L'll go.

Hold on, Miss Kitty.

- Hello, Evelyn. Come in.

- Kitty, darling.

- Ready for the big day?

- Can't wait!

- Well, good heavens, Mr Patten!

- Hello, Millman.

Or is it Professor now?

We weren't expecting you today, sir.

Well, Dolly asked me to come,

and you know how hard

it is to say no to her.

We haven't seen you

since you went off to Greece.

Or since Dolly went rushing off to Albania.

Yes, a lot has happened.

L have missed your custard.

- That'd be the drawing room!

- Thank you, Mrs Whitstable.

- ls Dolly down yet?

- Not yet, sir.

- Would you like me to tell her you've arrived?

- Yes.

No, no.

- Annie!

- Really, Kitty, my poor head can't bear it.

Don't you think you could go upstairs

and talk to them?

Ooh! lt's freezing. l'm

more dead than alive.

You are like a dear, elegant little fly.

You must think me a kind of

great, clumsy rhinoceros in this frock.

Don't be silly.

No naval officer will show any interest in

a girl who looks like a giant cheesecake.

Nonsense. Everybody will be looking

at the bride anyway.

Millman?

L wore my blue satin wedding shoes

down to dinner last night,

and now the toes are all grey and dirty.

Dreadful of me, l know,

and completely typical, l'm afraid.

You ought not to have done that, miss.

We'll see what we can do with them.

L do know one or two little tricks.

Hello, Joseph.

Lt's Professor Joseph to you, boy.

What's that?

They are homemade,

so the strength may vary.

One every two hours,

preferably at mealtimes.

- ls it true Joseph's coming?

- Dolly invited him. Lord knows if he'll come.

- l predict a drama if he does.

- L do hope so.

Where is Doll?

Ls the bride-to-be

moving slowly this morning?

Like a snail.

- Here.

- L don't want one.

You're not going to enjoy

this afternoon without it. l can tell you.

L'm not going to

enjoy this afternoon, full stop.

Tom, hello.

The women go crazy at weddings.

They become totally uncontrollable.

Trust me, it's what they live for.

Just watch Aunt Hettie.

Good God, man,

what on Earth are those socks?

- They are pure cat sick.

- Leave me alone, Tom.

Robert, it is not at all fair

to hold the family's reputation to ransom

by your vulgar choice of socks.

L only wish this family had

a reputation worth protecting.

My toes are like icicles.

Trust me, Evie, this works like a charm.

Golly, Tom, it's a bit early for that.

This will put hairs on your chest.

Here goes nothing.

Ooh.

What'll it be like

standing in that draughty church,

holding a sopping wet bunch of flowers?

One of these days you too will be married,

and then you won't talk like that.

Not if l have anything to do with it.

Evie, in spite of all the things you say,

l think you'll make

the most wonderful mother.

Some mothers eat their young.

1 2:
30 already.

- Goodness!

- Hello, Evelyn, dear. Don't you look pretty?

Mum, do you think l look

too exceptionally stupid in this getup?

Hardly anyone here, and

the wedding at 2:00.

Robert dear, can you reach

the top of the tree for the angel?

You're just tall enough, l think.

Kitty, l thought you were going to wear

your lovely glass brooch?

Annie! l need that brooch!

- Speak up.

- Here's the Prof!

- Joseph.

- Evie.

- Hello.

- Hello, Joseph.

Dolly didn't mention

you'd be coming to luncheon.

Then l must apologise

on behalf of your daughter, Mrs Thatcham.

- She wrote personally...

- Lt's quite all right.

Lt's Millman who'll be put out

to the change in arrangements.

She's preparing a cold luncheon

in the nursery just for the family.

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