Goodbye, Mr. Chips Page #4

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-Oh, so have I. We're on a walking tour.

-Really? We're bicycling.

-Bicycling? Through Austria?

-Mm-hm.

Good heavens, I didn't know ladies

rode those awful things.

I'm afraid so.

With one leg on each

side of the saddle?

Well, you don't imagine I ride

sidesaddle, do you?

What happens to your...

...dress?

Oh, they breed female bicycles now,

didn't you know?

Ladies riding bicycles.

I don't approve of this

rushing around on wheels.

The other day a man passed me

at 15 miles an hour!

You know, humans were never

intended to go that speed.

I suppose you think I'm old-fashioned.

I like men to be old-fashioned.

-Have another?

-You're sure?

Thank you.

We reserve these for emergencies.

It's chilly, isn't it?

Oh, I say, I should have thought of it.

I'm so sorry. Here.

-Do have this. I'm rather warm.

-I wouldn't think of it. Put it on.

You must have it. Really.

I insist. Please.

Why don't we share it?

It's big enough for both of us.

-No. Someone might see you.

-On this mountain? What if they did?

-But I don't need it. Really, I don't.

-I insist. Look, like this.

Take hold of it. There.

Don't worry. We'll find our friends.

If a search party's going,

I insist on coming.

-But I--

-That's final.

A penny for your thoughts.

Oh, as a matter of fact,

I was thinking of you.

Kindly, I hope.

I see very little of ladies at Brookfield.

I was rather realizing what I missed.

If I may say so, I think the ladies

have missed a great deal too.

It's very kind of you,

but I'm not a ladies' man.

-Afraid of them?

-Terrified.

-Not of me, I hope.

-No, not up here in the clouds.

Perhaps the altitude's gone to my head,

but at the inn--

Because I'm a strong-minded

female who rides a bicycle?

Oh, no. No, on the contrary.

-Because--

-Because?

Well, because you're so very

nice-looking, I think, and charming.

So are you, Mr. Chipping, frankly.

Good heavens,

no one has ever called me that!

What extraordinary ideas

come into one's head up here.

-It's the altitude.

-Do you experience a sort of exhilaration?

-Definitely.

-As though we owned the mountain?

-To put it mildly.

-We're pretty superior persons.

We're gods!

Up here there's no time...

...no growing old...

-...nothing lost.

-We're young.

-We believe in ourselves.

-We have faith in the future.

It must be the altitude.

Do you suppose a person in middle-age

could start life over again...

...and make a go of it?

I'm sure of it.

Quite sure.

It must be tremendously

interesting to be a schoolmaster.

I thought so once.

To watch boys grow up

and help them along...

...see their characters develop

and what they become...

...when they leave school

and the world gets hold of them.

I don't see how you could

ever get old...

...in a world that's always young.

I never really thought of it that way.

When you talk about it,

you make it sound exciting and heroic.

It is.

And the schoolmaster?

Is he exciting and heroic too?

I've met only one...

...a reckless person...

...who climbed the Giockner

in a mist to...

Oh, look!

The mist is lifting.

We can go down now.

Yes.

I'm almost sorry.

It was an adventure, wasn't it?

It was.

Well, back to reality!

I see them! They're together, look!

You are right!

Hello!

Hello!

Hello!

It is Kathy!

Oh, thank heaven! Come on!

And to the special health

of the hero of the mist.

Der hochwohlgeborene

Herr Von Chipping.

Herr Von Chipping!

Servus!

But I did nothing. Nothing at all.

Modest fellow. The minute I let him

out of my sight, he becomes a hero!

Oh, nonsense.

This is absurd. I merely--

You were wonderful,

I'm going to kiss you.

My dear young lady, really,

I'm at a loss.

Miss Ellis, good night.

I hope you'll be none the worse.

-Good night, why?

-Yes, I'm rather tired.

-I think I'll go to bed.

-To bed?

No, no, no, no. I have food for you.

A goulash, strudel.

Perhaps you can send it up to my room.

-Good night, you wonderful man.

-Good night.

Thank you again,

you were very kind.

Not at all.

-Good night.

-Good night.

-Good night, everybody.

-Good night!

Good night.

Let us have a song.

Something gay for the Fraulein.

Thank you. That's sweet of you.

Katherine, what are you doing?

Looking at my mountain

in the moonlight.

I should've thought

you'd seen enough of it.

It's going to be a rather thrilling memory

back in Bioomsbury.

It's a pity your knight errant

was such an old stick-in-the-mud.

-Fiora!

-He might have been young...

...and splendid-looking. Then you

would've known you'd met your fate.

He isn't at all old, darling.

And I think he's quite charming.

-Kathy!

-I mean it.

He's just shy, Fiora.

And a little difficult to know, perhaps.

I'm sorry for shy people.

They must be...

...awfully lonely sometimes.

Chipping, you should have stayed.

It was quite a party.

-I'm not much good at that sort of thing.

-A pity.

They wanted so much

to give you an evening.

They did?

I didn't understand.

I hope I wasn't rude.

Oh, no. They understood.

Miss Kathy asked me to say goodbye

and to thank you again.

-Goodbye?

-Yes. They're going away...

...early in the morning.

On their bicycles.

Well, I'm sleepy. Are you coming?

Yes.

You are so silent.

What are you thinking?

That was a very intelligent

young woman, Staefel.

She was a very pretty one, Chipping.

I wonder if we might run into them again

on our travels.

Well, we must look out for

two bright new bicycles.

English ladies, quite English.

It is them.

Mm-hm.

They're acquaintances of mine.

Will you give them my card, please?

-Tell them I'd like to have a word.

-Certainly, mein Herr.

Hardly dressed for ladies, are we?

-Shall we not ask them to lunch with us?

-I don't see any objection.

The ladies are here.

Is this the person?

-Well, you stated that you knew me.

-Madam, the fact is--

-You told the porter we were acquainted?

-No, not exactly.

Not exactly!

Did he or did he not?

-What is your purpose in accosting us?

-Madam, I had hoped--

You had hoped?

Well, this isn't the first time we've been

subjected to unwelcome attentions.

But I warn you, young man!

If I so much as set eyes on you again...

...I shall place myself and my friend

under the protection of the British Consul!

Why do they call it the Biue Danube?

It looks brown to me.

There's a legend, you know.

Yes. The Danube is only blue

to the eyes of...

-...well, to people in love, you know.

-How so.

You surprise me.

-Vienna's a pretty big city, isn't it?

-Pretty big.

-Lots of tourists go there, I suppose.

-Droves of them.

Chipping?

The Danube doesn't by any chance

look blue to you, does it?

What do you mean? Nonsense!

You do talk the most infernal rot

sometimes, really.

Only two weeks more.

It seems such a little while.

-Let's not think about the end till it comes.

-It has been fun.

And now Vienna.

Don't you hope it's gay and romantic?

Well, they say it is.

But then they said the Danube was blue.

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