The Winslow Boy Page #2

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Quick, let's go into the conservatory.

You've forgotten your bag.

What on earth is going on here?

We're leaving you alone with John.

When you're finished, cough or something.

What do you mean 'or something'?

I know. Knock on the floor three times

with your stick and then we'll come in..

Do not you think that

might look a trifle...

coincidental?

We'll be out here.

Captain Watherstone.

How are you, John?

Forgive me for not getting up. My arthritis

has been troubling me a lot lately.

- I'm sorry to hear that, sir.

- Sit down, won't you.

Well, I understand that...

Would you be so good as to ring that bell?

Thank you. Do you smoke?

Yes, sir. Thank you.

In moderation, of course.

Well now, I understand you...

wish to marry my daughter.

Yes sir, of course, Sir.

Why, of course? There are plenty of

people about who don't wish to marry her.

But we won't quibble about that.

I think we'll take the romantic

side of the project for granted.

As for the more practical

aspect, however...

she is not, in case you

might think otherwise...

- the daughter of a rich man.

- I didn't think otherwise, sir.

Apart from a small

pension, we have nothing.

Except what I managed to save

during my career at the bank.

I propose to settle on her one

sixth of my total capital.

That's very generous of you, sir.

Not as generous as I

would have liked to be.

Now, about your own income?

Are you able to live on it?

- No, sir. I'm in the regular army.

- Yes.

But my army pay is supplemented

with by allowance from my father.

You rang, sir?

Yes, Violet.

My compliments to Mr. Dickie...

and if he does not stop that

cacophonous hullaballoo at once...

I'll throw him and his infernal

machine into the street.

Yes, sir.

What was that word again?

Cac - something?

Never mind. Say what you like,

only stop it.

I'll do my best, sir.

- Excuse me.

- Where are you going, Violet?

I must tell Mr. Dickie to stop...

"caco" something.

Well, that all seems

perfectly satisfactory.

Perfectly satisfactory.

- I don't think I need to delay my congratulations

any longer. - Thank you very much, sir.

Pretty rotten weather, isn't it, sir?

Vile.

- Would you care for another cigarette?

- Thank you sir, but I'm still smoking.

Yes...

Well, well. My wife and

daughter here of all places.

Come in, Grace. Come in, Catherine.

John is here.

Why, John - how nice!

Well?

- Well what?

- How did your little talk go?

I understood that you were not supposed

to know that we were having a little talk.

You really are infuriating.

Is everything all right, John?

I'm so glad, I really am.

- Thank you, Mrs. Winslow..

- May I kiss you?

After all, I'm practically your mother now.

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