Darling Page #4

Her name's Margaret Robins.

I've got the photograph on me.

Everyone these days

wants something for nothing.

They don't want to put anything out

for what they're striving to get out of this.

Talking as a Londoner, I think...

how rife homosexuality has become,

in London itself.

I would say again, in retrospect,

that a few years back...

Again, two or three years ago...

that you were very blatantly approached

by different people in different places.

Really?

It does, sort of, still...

- You say it's worse?

- It has become worse over a period of time...

- but you have to live with it.

- I suppose so.

- Try that London number again?

- What was that number again, sir?

- Flaxman-2249.

- One moment, please.

Morphy Richards refrigerator,

gift of Mr. Charles Glass...

Number 81.

- Here.

- Mr. David Rodney Barlow.

Holiday for two in the Bahamas,

gift of Mr. Samuel Goldstone...

Number 68.

Yes, me. But I've just come back.

Normally I never did charity work.

It's usually terribly draggy.

But Robert was away, and Miles Brand

happened to phone the same day.

After all, he had chosen me

for the Honeyglow girl.

Miles didn't mean a thing in my private life.

I didn't attach any importance to it.

- Still admire yourself as much as ever?

- Carlotta.

How lucky it is

you're a man after your own heart.

I thought I could smell prussic acid.

I put it down to the weather.

Must make a change

from putting it down to expenses.

How savage we are tonight.

Somebody's husband

gone back to his wife?

If he had,

you'd have been there to greet him.

- Leftovers aren't exactly my diet, darling.

- I thought you were always in the market.

That remark was young when you were.

- Miles, Mr. Glass.

- Excuse me.

I suppose the main attraction

was Charles Glass.

Mr. Honeyglow, himself.

He's a terrible sweetie.

Do you know Charles?

Eighty-two.

Sean, my dear fellow,

I hear you're making a new movie.

How the hell do you know that?

I take a great interest

in your squalid career. I have to.

If you're shooting full-length epics...

you won't want to do commercials

for the Glass Group.

Says who?

After all, a lie can be shot with integrity

just like anything else. Who's the crumpet?

You've been most kind. Thank you so much.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, a few words...

from the president of the charity

we've all been assisting tonight.

Pray, silence for

the Right Honorable Basil Willet, MP.

A man of few words,

and all of them long ones.

You were splendid, Diana.

I want you to meet Sean Martin.

This is Miss Diana Scott.

- Hello.

- How do you do?

Would Mr. Glass say a few words?

I doubt it, but I'll ask him.

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