The Rains Came Page #4

How do you do?

Your highness, I've just

Been telling Mr. "bannager"--

Bannerjee.

Yes, yes.

When I first visited India,

I was amazed to find...

That you people had so many

Of the modern conveniences.

Really?

Yes, and the blessings

Of civilization.

Oh, thank you.

We flatter ourselves

To be jolly well abreast

Of the times.

Your highness,

Dinner is served.

Shall we go?

Now that you've met

One of your own kind,

I suppose you'll be

Grand for days.

Why do you always make a point

Of criticizing men

Like Tom Ransome?

Because he happens

To be a gentleman?

If he's a gentleman,

Why is he living here

In India?

He's got plenty

Of money.

I don't imagine Tom's

Ever thought of money,

One way or another,

In all his life.

Oh, one of those

Radicals, eh?

How do you like the maharani?

Tough egg, isn't she?

I call her the "last queen."

You know, nowadays when queens

Do everything in their power

To look like housewives,

She still dresses the queen

And acts it.

Here goes one of

The most expensive figures

In the british empire.

General, for years

I have been telling you...

Never to draw

To an inside straight.

Your highness, would you mind

If I showed lady Esketh

The palace?

Of course not.

Need a guide?

No, thanks.

I know my way about.

Good luck.

Your highness,

My apologies

For being late.

You received my message?

Was it cholera?

No, just old-fashioned

Colic.

Good. Get in the game.

I need some competition.

Now, look here,

Your highness.

Your highness, I'm willing

To pay 5,000-10,000-

For that chestnut stallion

And two mares.

It is a generous offer,

But asoka is not for sale.

Oh, come now.

Anything's for sale

If the offer's high enough.

I am afraid

You don't understand.

Your highness

Drives a hard bargain.

I mean to have that stallion.

Name your price

And I'll meet it,

Whatever it is.

It is not a question

Of price, lord Esketh.

You have seen other

Horses in my stables

Almost as perfect as asoka.

Now, please let me make you

A gift of a stallion

And two mares.

A gift?

Well, if your highness

Really means it, you're--

You're very kind.

You understand, of course,

I cannot ship them

During the heat.

Of course.

Thank you.

That's a rembrandt.

And that's a buddhist

Prayer wheel.

And that, I suspect,

Was bought...

From a street peddler

In naples.

And this--

This was bagged

By the old lady herself,

And on foot, too,

If that means anything

To you.

Frankly, it doesn't.

No.

I'd like some air.

Well, it's beginning

To look like rain

At last.

You haven't told me

What you're doing here.

I came out here seven years ago

To paint the maharajah's

Portrait.

Been here ever since.

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