First Great Train Robbery, The Page #3

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Where is Elizabeth?

I have passed many pleasant hours here

watching the workmen

fit each piece into its precise slot.

Such skill.

They screw it together?

No, bolt it, actually, with long bolts.

Fitted tightly.

Yes. Long bolts, fitted tightly.

I've just returned from America,

a country of many prominent erections.

It is exciting to see things come together.

So long as the quality does not suffer.

Tight-fitting joints. That's the secret.

It is so rare these days.

It depends on the skill of the workman,

of course.

And he must have the proper tools.

My darling daughter.

Now may I present Mr Edward Pierce?

My daughter Elizabeth.

Miss Trent,

you've taken me completely by surprise.

I cannot tell if that's to my advantage.

I can assure you it is, wholly.

- Would you try one of these, Mr Pierce?

- With gratitude.

We are just discussing the ruins,

Elizabeth.

- It's coming along so nicely.

- That dreadful ruin. I can't bear it.

They've taken away so many flowers.

You're fond of flowers?

- More tea, Mr Pierce?

- Ah, yes.

Yes, I supervise the planting

of all the flowers in the garden.

What there is left of it.

I'm especially fond of the primroses.

Ah, yes.

Perhaps you'd like to see them?

I'd be delighted.

Will you excuse us?

It's quite rare

for a man to take an interest in flowers.

The best of them are just over here.

Let me show you.

I don't know that he's suitable for her.

- Oh, he seems nice enough.

- He has far too much to say.

We also have many daffodils.

They've just come up.

It gives me such pleasure to see beautiful

things spring forth. Don't you agree?

Yes, I do agree. But tell me...

He has his charm.

You don't care who she marries, do you?

Is she really plain?

That she is.

- And you find her tedious?

- Unbearably tedious.

- How does she wear her hair?

- On her head.

Really, I never noticed.

You're in a hurry.

I am a relentless suitor.

Besides, she still hasn't told me

what I need to know.

Where did you learn to ride?

- A lady never asks such a question.

- I'm serious.

France.

On an estate in France.

Not in America?

No, I've never been to America.

When were you in France?

It's been some time now.

Do you ever tell anyone the truth?

The truth?

No.

I worry about him so.

- He was fearfully nervous this morning.

- Really?

Father's always nervous

when he sends the gold to Crimea.

He's a different man on those days.

He bears a heavy responsibility.

He acts so strangely!

He's entirely opposed to the consumption

of any alcohol before nightfall.

- Very sensible.

- I suspect he breaks his own regulation.

For each morning of the shipments

he goes alone to the wine cellars.

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