Cheerful Weather for the Wedding Page #4

Well, for goodness sake,

what would you do?

You do want to marry Owen, don't you?

Of course l do.

Lt's just...

All is well.

He does not care for me,

and therefore will not miss me.

La di da.

Cheer up, darling.

Soon you will be bathing under blue skies

and resting in the shade of palm trees.

L'm just talking nonsense, aren't l?

You will faithfully promise to come out

and stay with us, won't you?

- Of course.

- Owen insists on paying for your passage,

and he can afford it, l assure you.

L couldn't possibly exist there

for long without you.

And Owen says he couldn't either.

L wouldn't miss it for the world.

He is lovely, your husband-to-be.

L know.

Perhaps when you come,

you'll bring a husband with you.

- Whose?

Ready, darling?

Evelyn dear, you had better go downstairs.

Courage, chrie.

Your father would be so proud of you.

And so am l.

Do go down, Mother.

L can do that.

L have one or two last

things to finish off.

Ln spite of this heat, summer is over.

L can tell.

Ls Kitty back yet?

Not yet.

You'll get a crick in your neck

if you sit like that.

L'm fine.

What are you reading?

"lf only l could go with him

to the edge of a precipice and say,

"'One more step, and l shall be over, '

"and then pale with fear,

he would catch me in his arms

"and hold me over the edge

until my blood froze,

"and carry me off wither he pleased."

- You gave me this book.

- Did l?

Lt was your father's, l think.

Ls it about adventure?

That was what he looked for in a book.

Joseph was reading it.

- lsn't he leaving any day now?

- L believe so.

L hear Owen Bigham is off to Europe

with the Diplomatic Service.

You should have an adventure.

You've talked about travel so often.

L think you should do it.

How about ltaly or Albania?

Heavens.

The washing's only just been hung.

- l'll think about it.

- That thunder sounds close.

L've come to say goodbye.

- Where on Earth's Tom?

- No idea, Dad.

- Tell the vicar we're on our way.

- Yeah.

The door jammed!

Didn't anyone hear my knocking?

Of course. We all did.

Dolly, only five more minutes.

All going smoothly, l hope.

Are you ready, my dear?

For God's sake, Dolly.

Let us dance.

Whoo!

Stop! You stood on my foot.

Tom. Tom, you can hear me.

You really hurt my foot.

Tom.

- Always best to steer clear of the cider.

- That stuff'd kill a horse.

Two ales, please.

Two ciders, please.

L could swear my toe is broken.

The way you go on,

one would think dancing was all about feet.

Kitty, l'm not sure

you had the perfect partner.

L know. l've got the bruises to prove it.

Waltzing time, ladies and gentlemen.

Waltzing time.

Come on.

- No, no, no...

- Come on, come on!

God.

- Come on.

- Really?

- Have you waltzed before?

- No.

Okay, do that with your right foot.

- All right.

- Are you ready?

- Very good. You're a natural.

- Am l doing well?

Very good at that.

What was all that about?

Dolly.

Dolly?

The car's waiting for us, my dear.

There you are, miss.

Excuse me, miss, could you spare time

to step into the kitchen

and let my old mother see you

afore the ceremony?

Of course l will.

She's got her heart set on seeing you

on your wedding day.

Dolly?

Betty.

Hello, Mrs Whitstable.

Don't get up. Please, please.

L remember you when you come back to me

bringing your little doggie in your arms

after that motor car accident.

That was Kitty, Mrs Whitstable.

Her memory ain't quite what it used to be.

And now you have growed up

into a fine, handsome woman,

and your husband will be

a fine, handsome man.

And you be proud of him,

and he'll be proud of you,

and you be proud of one another.

Dolly, l...

You look very beautiful

in your wedding dress. Like a picture.

Very pretty indeed.

Of course, l lost my eyesight.

You must have a piece of wedding cake

later on, Mrs Whitstable.

L couldn't fancy nothing to eat now, dear.

- All right, Mother.

- Yes.

You looked so very happy last summer.

L knew it, l did.

Whatever you do,

just enjoy yourself

as hard and sure as ever you can.

And you'd better do it

while you're young and pretty.

That's what they call happiness, my girl.

L always thought happiness was

something quite different, Mrs Whitstable.

But whichever of us is right, thank you.

Thank you ever so much.

Your car is waiting for you outside,

Miss Dolly.

Goodbye, Mrs Whitstable.

Christ!

- God.

- God.

What am l going to do?

L can't go into church with a rum stain.

- For God's sake. Listen, Dolly...

- Help me.

Suggest something. Suggest something.

- Dolly...

- Please, Joseph,

run upstairs and get mother's scarf

out of the bottom drawer.

The chest in my dressing room.

- Please!

- Dolly, dearest Dolly...

Quickly, Joseph. A white lace scarf.

Quickly!

- Dolly?

- Coming.

Put it through there.

For God's sake, tell me one thing.

L'll tell you anything in the

world you like, but afterwards.

Here, just here.

- All right.

- Against the stain.

- ln front of the stain.

- L'm doing it.

For God's sake, hurry!

What are you doing drinking rum anyway?

You of all people should know a little

fortifying rum never did anyone any harm.

L don't remember it being part of

traditional bridal preparation.

What are you doing galloping around

the house frightening brides?

Dolly, we've really got to go now!

Dolly...

Time and tide wait for no man.

Joseph.

Joseph, it's your go again.

Right-o.

Ha-ha!

Great.

Destroy your cousin for me, will you?

L thought we could row down the river

and see the others.

Millman has made us

the most delicious picnic.

What a lovely idea.

Where are you off to, my dear?

Joseph wants to row me

down the river to see the others.

Really?

L guess you could help me

dead-head the roses later.

Don't tell me you're leaving me here

with this lot?

Thank you for the tea, Mrs Thatcham.

- Let's go!

Let's go!

Catching up!

No, you're not!

- Go on, Dolly.

- l'll never...

- Whoo-hoo!

Whoo!

- Whoo!

- Are you ready?

- Yes.

- Steady?

- Let's go.

Remember that strange man...

The one with the moustache?

- l guess it was.

- Very hot.

- Good day.

- Hello.

Welcome to the picnic.

Hello.

Evie, hello.

- That's how it is.

- L absolutely love cooking.

- They're lovely.

- Pass me a bun.

Come on.

This is one of those days

in the middle of winter,

it is impossible to believe can exist.

L'm not at all sure it exists even now.

Lsn't it beautiful?

Yes. Very beautiful.

Yes, please.

Do you feel less happy

if you know you are happy?

Usually, by the time you know,

it's already too late.

So when do you know

if you will be going on the expedition?

August.

- You should come with me.

L mean it.

And l meant it when l laughed.

L wish you'd show me one good reason

why l should come with you.

You should be careful what you wish for.

You sound like my mother.

Lmagine how long it took to die.

We should get back to the others.

Why are you in such a

hurry all of a sudden?

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