- Doesn't she look lovely?
- And a sense of humor too.
I loved the way she handled Vin
this afternoon.
I think she's coming over.
- Hello.
- Good evening, Miss Beldon.
- Please, sit down.
- Sit down, won't you?
Thank you.
- Enjoying it?
- Yes, such a wonderful band.
- How about a cordial?
- No, thanks.
- Cigarette?
- No, thanks.
- I was rather looking for your son.
- I'm sorry, Vin's not here.
No, he's suffering
from an acute case of maturity.
Yes. But it'll pass.
We give it a week or two, at the outside.
I wanted to tell him I was sorry
about this afternoon.
I rather think he wanted to say
the same thing himself. It's a pity...
I beg your pardon.
For you, Miss Beldon.
Thank you.
- May I?
- Of course.
- Secret?
- Well, I suppose it is.
- Do I scent romance?
- Well, it is intriguing.
Will you excuse me?
Please don't get up.
- I'll see you later.
- Is it that big Navy lad from Dartmouth?
You'd be surprised.
- Hello.
- Hello.
- You got my note?
- As you see.
Yes, of course.
Miss Beldon, I don't want you to think
I'm going back on anything I said.
Of course not.
But I did express myself
a bit emphatically.
I hope you'll excuse me.
My mode of expression, I mean.
There's really nothing to excuse.
Everyone's entitled to his
mode of expression.
Still, I had no right to lose my temper.
- I'm usually quite detached.
- I was pretty snippy myself, wasn't I?
And quite in the wrong, anyway.
I'm sorry.
It's nice of you to say so.
Well...
I'd better be getting back.
I promised this tango.
Oh, you couldn't.
Well, I mean, just for a moment.
You see, I've got so much I want to say,
to explain about myself.
- Of course, you want to dance.
- You don't dance?
Oh, yes. Yes, I do.
Matter of fact,
I'm considered a pretty good dancer.
But I've rather given up
that sort of thing.
Well...
I mean, frankly...
...is this a time for frivolity?
Is this a time
to lose one's sense of humor?
- Did you say give him a week or two?
- Maybe an hour or two will be enough.
And I used to see you go by...
...and you used to ride in a little
tub cart, then you had a pony.
- Oh, yes. He was a dear.
- He was very, very fat, and so were you.
- I was not fat.
- You were, very fat.
Why, you had legs
like overstuffed sausages.
You see, I've really known you
for years and years.
I used to think about you a lot.
Well, don't you believe me?
- Well, you know, you are a good talker.
- I wish I were.
- I'd like to tell you just how I feel.
- You've told me a lot for one day.
One day. Why, one day's ridiculous.
What's one day out of all the vast...?
Do you have any conception...?
Can't we arrange to meet again
sometime soon?
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow I'm leaving for Scotland.
- For long?
- Until the middle of September.
- We always go, every year.
- But that's months.
- May I write to you?
- Yes, Vin.
This has been a wonderful evening,
hasn't it?
Yes, Vin.
It's been a wonderful evening,
hasn't it?
- Have I said that before?
- It's been a wonderful evening.
- For you too?
- For me too, Vin.
Well, looks as though we've had
all that quarreling for nothing.
Don't look as if there'll be
a flower show after all.
What makes you say that?
Her ladyship's talking of postponing
the show on account of conditions.
Very right and proper.
They've marched into Poland,
haven't they?
That means war, if you ask me.
And if war comes...
...it's "Goodbye, roses."
- Don't talk silly.
You might as well say,
"Goodbye, England."
There will always be roses.
She's come back. She wasn't
to have returned for another week.
Dearly beloved brethren, the
scripture moveth us in sundry places...
...to acknowledge and confess
our manifold sins and wickedness.
And not dissemble nor cloak them
before almighty God, our heavenly father.
But confess them
with a humble, lowly...
Will everyone please be seated.
It has just been announced over the air
by the prime minister...
...that