The Charge of the Light Brigade Page #6

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Why, of course.

Some beautiful lady is waiting, no doubt.

Yes, no doubt. Excuse me, Sir.

My good friend, the gallant Captain

Vickers, once saved my life.

And as you know,

in my country, Sir Charles...

...friendship can be claimed

by friendly actions alone.

Yes, in this treacherous life, it's difficult

to know which is friend and which is foe.

But in the end, one finds out,

and the wise man acts accordingly.

-Yes.

-Yes.

Are you staying long in Calcutta,

Your Highness?

A few days, I fancy.

Unless of course, say...

Unless what, Your Highness?

I sometimes think, Sir Charles...

...that a great government

resembles a beautiful woman...

...who, intoxicated with

her own beauty...

...is apt to withdraw from a sincere suitor

the favors she's always granted.

And when she finds her suitor

console himself with another beauty...

...regrets her coldness.

Interesting. And what does she do then?

She claims the privilege of any

beautiful woman and changes her mind...

...before she's lost her suitor forever.

Do you not agree?

The only great government l'm

acquainted with is singularly masculine.

It makes up its mind.

And once having reached a decision,

adheres to it.

I'm afraid we're losing ourselves

in a flight of fantasy.

Yes, perhaps, yes.

-Oh, Geoff.

-Perry, have you seen Elsa?

-Lady Warrenton, my brother, Geoffrey.

-How do you do?

You're the fianc

of that exquisite child, am I right?

-You are right.

-Capital, I congratulate you.

Keep an eye on this attractive

brother of yours.

I saw Miss Campbell

and him dancing tonight.

The look in his eye

was anything but diplomatic.

Benjy.

Mr. Vickers, never marry a man

with an Indian liver.

Lady Warrenton, I won't.

Benjy!

Thank heavens.

There's something I want to talk to you--

Oh, there's Elsa now,

wait a minute, old boy.

Elsa, darling,

I'm sorry I missed so many dances.

You know how

these diplomatic affairs are.

-Shall we dance now?

-I'd love to.

-Do you mind, Sir?

-Not at all.

Look around you.

Why?

Here in this one room, you can see

everything that makes the world go round.

Riches, intrigue and all the seeds

of mutiny, war and hatred.

-You know what it all means to me?

-What?

Nothing. Just nothing.

You're the only thing that's real here.

All I know is that I'm holding you

in my arms again.

And that you're so lovely.

Oh, Geoffrey.

Elsa, I love you.

-Hello, lad. Glad you came in and waited.

-I had to.

Might have missed you.

I'm off again tomorrow.

-Going with the Campbells to Chukoti?

-No, worse luck.

I'm going up on the Arabian frontier

to buy a pack of horses.

We need plenty of them, good ones.

-Sounds like trouble on the Balkans.

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