s over 80
and takes such pride...
-...in winning year after year.
-Of course.
But please forget
I said anything about it.
Anyhow, I'm glad we met at last.
-So am l. I hope we see more of each other.
-I hope so too.
-You'll be at the sailing club dance tonight?
-Oh, yes.
-Good. I'll see you there, then.
-Goodbye.
To hear people, you'd think
Mr. Ballard committed a crime.
I don't hold with people getting
ideas above their station.
Who's he to think he can
enter his rose in the show?
-And who's to say he can't?
-Nobody's ever entered a rose...
...against Lady Beldon since she started 30
years ago, and keep a civil tongue...
...or I'll be doing my shopping
in Meekham after this!
My opinion has got nothing to do with the
quality of my merchandise, Mrs. Huggins.
If you'd called your rose a "Lady Beldon,"
I'd have said quite right and proper.
-But who's Mrs. Miniver?
-The nicest lady in the neighborhood...
...Mr. Huggins, that's who.
-Yeah, maybe, but a newcomer.
No, Mr. Ballard, you stick to the railway
and leave roses alone.
Why should I? Why should I?
They're my hobby, the roses are.
And the railway can go to--
-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