Restoration Page #5

[ King Laughing ]

- [ Ornaments Jingling ]

- [ Moaning ]

[ Moaning Continues ]

[ Moaning lntensifies ]

[ Merivel Narrating ]

Pearce, this will make no sense to you,

as it makes no sense to me,

but the moment l saw Lady Celia

l was captivated by her.

When l think of her,

l feel faint, my heart aches...

and l fear

there is no cure for me,

for l cannot stop thinking

of her, even in my sleep.

[ Bell Chiming ]

[ Man Shouting Commands ]

Sir Robert !

Welcome to Bidnold.

Ah, Will Gates

at your service.

You are alone, sir ?

Yes. Lady Merivel desired

that l act as a vanguard...

and see the lay of the land.

l trust that the wedding

went off as planned.

Yes, most well.

Um, l shall now retire.

[ Clears Throat ]

Oh, could you send up

some strong liquor ?

Yes, sir.

[ Bell Chiming ]

Good morning, Sir Robert.

Mr. Gates, l find

the house induces in me...

a most melancholy

frame of mind.

And exceeding dark.

The King confiscated it

from a Puritan.

Oh.

Mr. Gates.

l must be straight

with you.

We shall not expect

Lady Merivel's arrival for some time.

Well...

one cannot stay in bed

indefinitely.

What one needs

is a diversion.

The King told me to make

something of the house.

Oh ! And you

are monarch here.

[ Merivel ]

We shall have color and light !

With purples and golds

and crimsons and scarlets and carmines.

- What, all together in one place, sir ?

- Yes, Mr. Gates.

We will make this house

so beautiful that if Lady Celia

were to pay us a visit,

she would never want to leave.

Ah, the Dutchman.

Yes !

All of it !

Yes !

[ Chattering ]

[ Merivel's Voice ]

Mr. Gates, to divert myself further...

and to display

our lavish decoration,

l feel the urge for company.

Perhaps a visit

from the neighbors...

will restore my old

uncontainable nature.

A pox on wisdom !

Let us all be

mares and stallions.

[ Guests Laughing, Chattering ]

Sir Robert,

someone at the door.

What ? At the door ? Another man come

to whinny in our festivities !

Why do you not have

a turban ?

Guy, supply Mr. Gates

with a turban !

[ Laughing, Chattering Continue ]

Sir Robert Merivel.

- [ Merriment Continues ]

- [ Woman Laughing ]

Oh, Lady--

Would you show me

immediately to my rooms ?

Yes, of course,

and without delay.

- Without delay.

- [ Crash ]

[ Quiet Chattering ]

[ Snoring ]

[ Clears Throat ]

Where am l ?

l attempted to take you back

to your room last night, sir,

but you were most

insistent to sleep here.

What--

What's the bird ?

A gift from Lady Violet.

[ Groans ]

Oh, Mr. Gates, l've just had

a most extraordinary dream.

l dreamed that Lady Celia did arrive

at Bidnold in the most foul humor.

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