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in a place like this.

Good evening.

- Mrs. Shankland?

- Yes, that's right.

Good evening. I have your reservation.

Will you sign there, please?

- My American address or my English?

- English, please.

Could you tell me

if Mr. Malcolm is in?

Mr. John Malcolm?

He's out at present.

He'll be in for dinner.

- Was he expecting you?

- No.

No, I'd like to surprise him.

Well, I won't say a word.

Edgar?

- How long will you be staying?

- Well, I'm not quite certain as yet.

- Could I let you know later on?

- Yes, of course. Number 12.

I'll book you injust fortonight then.

Dinner's at 7:
00.

You'll hearthe gong.

- Edgar will show you to your room.

- Thank you.

- You're the new one, aren't you?

- Yes.

- You're overthere.

- Oh, thank you.

Hello, Miss Cooper.

Major, dinner's nearly over.

Aren't you going in?

No, no. Mea Culpa.

Mea Culpa.

I'm so late, I think

I'll give it a miss this evening.

Everything all right?

Everything's fine,

Everything's on the top line.

The fact is, I got to thinking

about those memoirs,

and time rather ran away,

I'm afraid.

I, ah... I found 1 or 2, ah,

portable typewriters.

- Oh, good, good.

- Yes.

I don't suppose the, ah, West Hampshire

Weekly News is much read, is it?

What?

Mrs. Railton-Bell takes it every week.

Does she?

Whateverfor?

Well, there's not a lot goes

on in the world.

Even in West Hampshire,

that she cares to miss.

And she can afford four pence

forthe information.

Yes, I suppose so.

It's funny, though, I've never actually

seen her reading it, have you?

There's a lot of stuff she has sent it

she doesn't read.

Most of it she leaves

on this table.

You mean, her copy's been

here all the rime?

No, Major, that will be sent

up with the evening papers.

Oh, well, dash it all.

I've gone and wasted four pence.

For nothing, what, what?

I mean, I could have borrowed hers, eh?

Oh, sorry, Miss Cooper, mustn't

keep you gossiping.

Well, thanks again.

- Cheery-bye.

- Major.

I thought you said we were

going upstairs.

Darling, we'vejust finished dinner.

Well, I don't see

what that has to do with it.

Hmm? Well, this is more important, dear.

That's terrible thing to say.

There, now.

You better wipe the lipstick off.

The old girls might notice.

Even the old girls knowthe facts of life.

They may knowthem,

but they don't like them.

You know,

if you would only marry me,

we wouldn't have to worry

about the old girls.

In fact, we wouldn't have

to worry about anything.

We could lead a nice, normal,

peaceful existence, and...

Oh, damn, here they come.

Not so much the pork as the stuffing.

Excuse me.

Good evening.

Look at them.

There's your normal, peaceful existence.

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