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I know, I know what we like. You must sing for me. No. Oh no, not that. Why not? Not that. Not in good voice? No, it isn’t that sir but… Oh, but it’s such a pretty song. Oh please, not tonight. Oh yes, sing it gaily. I can’t, truly I can’t. Sing it with deep compassion then. Please I don’t… Or loving kindness even. Sing it moodily, sing it with… I can’t, I can’t. You hear me? Sing it, sing it. You should see me dance the Polka You should see me cover the ground You should see my coat-tails flying When I were in what… Smile when you sing, be happy, be . When the band commences playing That’s it. My feet begin to go That’s it. That’s it. That’s it. For a rollicking romping Polka is the jolliest fun I know. Bravo, a prima Donna is born. Let’s shower her with orchids. The world is yours my darling, the moment is mine. And I said to the wife, I said, look here my girl, if you think the world… Good morning sir. How about a nice hot cup of tea sir? No, no, thanks Poole. Would you consider a telegram from foreign parts sir? And a nice cup of tea as well sir, eh? I know it’s good news, Hobson told me last night that they were expected home today sir. This is a great day for us sir, if you forgive me saying so. Soon be back to our regular meals, regular hours, regular ways sir. Your breakfast will be ready in a few minutes sir. Poole? Sir? I want you to put on your hat coat and, and… take an envelope to the district messenger office to be delivered by hand. Very good sir. Ivy, Ivy dear, it’s me. Oh Marcia, hello. Hello Ivy. I didn’t hear you, hello, Fred. You get yourself a drink Fred. I’ll make some tea. We don’t want anything. Yes, but… Don’t bother about us Ivy dear. Oh Marcia. Oh. For Miss Ivy Peterson. Thanks guvnor. Look. Fifty pounds. There ain’t no letter with it, you don’t suppose it’s from him? Yes, the rotten must’ve sent it for what he’s done. No, not him, he’s too mean, he is. Oh, I don’t know. I wouldn’t put it past him. Yes. Yes, that’s it. Hopes I’ll use it to try and run away. Oh, I can see him thinking it up, I can. And then, then he’ll follow me. And just when I think that I got free, he’ll… I can’t stand it anymore, I can’t stand it. Oh, if I could only do it… I’d go down to the river. Oh, Ivy. It’s her nerves, that’s what. She ought to see a doctor. Oh now, there’s a copy of the Winged Victory, the real one is in the Louvre in Paris. I know because I saw it there. What’s the sense of being victorious if you haven’t a head? And what’s the sense of my taking a trip… acquiring art and culture if you’re not going to pay attention? Look, you’re back here. That’s the only victory that counts. That’s why I was deluged with all those letters. Bea, now look… Oh, I know. But if I ever go away again and you don’t write just because you’re ill… Oh, don’t you see how much more worried that would make me? It all amounts to this, doesn’t it? But February is still a long way away, and your father will simply have to listen to… In the minute you stop looking at me, I won’t be responsible for what happens. Aren’t public places awful sometimes? Awful. May I interrupt this loud conversation? Oh, here you are. Sir Charles, I’m glad to see you sir. Sorry you weren’t when I call you, you look fine. It’s nice to be back. You’re looking well yourself Harry. Thank you. Sorry to be late my dear, in an argument at the club. Well, what’s on the program? If I don’t know I’d go to Stewart’s and have tea if that’s agreeable for everybody. Excellent, but… while it’s on my mind Harry, there’s something we must straighten out immediately. I’ve gone through a lot of times with Beatrix over this matter. Possible I’m getting old and crotchety, but I won’t put up with it any longer. I’m afraid you must take her off my hands as soon as possible. Oh father. Well, Sir Charles, that’s a… Of course, I shall insist on all the trimmings… Wedding at St. Margaret’s, Bishop Manners, reception and all that. Yes sir, yes Sir Charles. I’d, I… Well, show her you’re happy about it, do something, man. Just another work of art madam, it’s not in your catalog.