Fanny by Gaslight Page #2

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come home to look after you.

We've got a lovely

supper waiting for you.

Oh, happy birthday.

Dear me, with all the

excitement I forgot.

Many happy returns of the day, darling.

- Thank you, mama.

- Come on.

Sir John's compliments, sir. Will

you take a glass of sherry with him?

- Delighted. Sir John.

- Hopwood.

Miss Fanny's arrived, sir.

- Good. I'll come straight up.

- Right, sir.

Ah, Hopwood.

I want to take a friend

down to The Shades.

Is he safe, my lord?

As a church.

I'll take you down.

- My word.

- Thank you.

Cancan

My word!

Hello, darling.

- Good evening, Hopwood.

- An honour to have you with us.

- Won't you join us? - My regret, sir.

I've a family celebration tonight.

- My daughter's come home from school.

- Daughter, eh?

I didn't know you had one.

I'll wager Hopwood doesn't put his

precious daughter in the business.

17, 18, 19 candles.

Isn't that wonderful?

I'm only 18, and I'm going to stay

18 for years and years and years.

- Oh, Papa.

- Sorry, my dear.

I was kept downstairs.

- Very pretty. - It's my

first really grown-up gown.

- And my hair's up too. Look.

- My hair's been up for years.

Very nice.

How does it feel to be let loose

from Miss Kennedy's seminary?

Wonderful. It's lovely to be home.

I never want to leave it again.

- Happy birthday, my

Happy birthday.

- Many of them, I say.

- Thank you, Chunks.

- I'll get back to work.

- Thank you, Chunks.

My love?

- What are you going to do now you're home?

- I haven't really thought yet.

I'm not good at anything

really, only sewing.

Are you still going on the stage?

Yes. Papa's tried to stop me but

I talked him round. I always can.

I quite agree with your father.

It's not nice for a young lady to

parade herself before a gaping audience.

Oh, he squeezed me in the hansom

cab as we trotted round the park

Oh, that naughty man from Delhi

By his manner we could tell he...

Was out for a real good lark

Tra la la

And he kissed me in the Argyle Rooms

In the corner, in the dark

He was quite the wicked pasha

Oh, my goodness! What a masher

And out for a real good lark

Tra la la

And out for a real good lark

Please kindly keep your voice down, will you?

What's going on out there?

I will not stand for this.

- Come on.

- Fetch Mr Hopwood, James.

- Get out of my way.

- Sorry, my lord. Mr Hopwood's orders.

Are you going to get out

of my way or aren't you?

Sorry, my lord.

Stop that! You're breaking my arm!

Aargh!

I had to keep on telling

him to leave go of my hand

Oh, that dirty lad from Delhi

By his manner we could tell he...

Was out for a real good lark

Tra la la

Was out for a real good lark

- Fetch a doctor.

- I tried to stop him, sir.

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