Howards End Page #3

Oh, not again. Helen. She is

an incorrigible thief. I am so sorry.

- I say, do stay for tea. Mr.

- Bast.

- Mr. Bast. won't you stay for tea?

- Yes, do stay, Mr. Bast.

It's the least we can do

having made you all wet.

Our brother's upstairs.

so you'll have a chaperon.

-Look, he's soaked. Meg. Please come up.

-Helen. put him upstairs.

What did you think ofthe lecture?

I don't agree about the goblins.

But I do about

the heroes and shipwreck.

You see, I'd always imagined a trio

of elephants dancing at that point.

Well, he obviously didn't.

- "Music and Meaning," Margaret.

- Oh. "Music and Meaning."

Does music have meaning?

Ofthe literary kind. I mean.

- That's pure slush.

- A guest.

-Mr. Bast. won't you take offyour coat?

-And trust us with your umbrella?

- And sit down.

- Have some tea, won't you?

How boring it would be

if it were only the score.

- China tea?

- Do you take sugar?

"Only the score"?

What an insidious "only."

We do have the other

kind oftea. ifyou prefer.

- Thank you, but. uh

- Don't you want that?

Here are some scones that

Tibby hasn't yet consumed.

We are so very sorry to have

put you to this inconvenience.

I hope you will

come another day.

Would you?

We should be so glad.

Do take our card.

Thank you. Ifyou'll excuse me.

I really must be going.

I'll see you out. Are you sure you

don't want a scone for the journey?

No. No, thankyou.

I must be going. Good-bye.

Why didn't you make that

young man welcome, Tibby? Hmm?

You must do the host

a little, you know.

You could've coaxed him

into stopping...

instead of letting him

be swamped by screaming women.

[ Chattering ]

[ Whistling ]

Get your hot soup here.

Hot soup. lovely and warm.

[ Continues Whistling ]

[ Train Rumbling ]

[ Woman ]

That you, Len ?

Where have you been?

- I'm off my head with worrying.

- About what?

- About you.

- Let go, Jacky.

Every ti me I 'm five mi n utes late,

you see me lyi n g dead i n the road...

crushed and killed

in a gruesome accident.

Well, people do get killed in accidents

and don't come home no more.

Anymore, Jacky.

I told you I was going

to a lecture on "Music and Meaning."

I lost my u m brel la.

It's all right. I got it back.

Have you had your tea?

I've kept you a bit of tongue in jelly.

- No.

- Sure?

I'll have it. then.

Funny, isn't it?

Every time I worry,

I get starving hungry.

The thoughts that go through

my head. You'd laugh.

You listening. Len?

Not only accidents.

That you'll get wet in the rain.

- Didyou?

- No.

You said you lost your umbrella.

I'll think, "Lord, he'll catch cold."

"It'll go to his chest."

"And where's the money

to come from for the doctor?"

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