I Know Where I'm Going! Page #4

speaking. Tobermory speaking.

Miss Webster's here to talk to

Sir Robert Bellinger. Stand by, please.

ln there, my dear.

(Coughs) Hello, Robert.

Er, Joan speaking.

l'm here in Tobermory.

l had a very good journey.

lsn't it a shame about the weather?

lf you want Sir Robert to answer,

say ''Over to you''.

Over to you.

(Loud) 'Hello, my dear. Robert speaking.

(Quieter) 'l'm glad to hear your voice.

'We're all ready here.

Ready and waiting, worse luck.

'Cartier delivered the ring, l hope.

l hope you like it.

'l take it Hunter saw you off. Over.'

Of course, Robert.

Everything was lovely.

ls there anything the matter with your

voice? Have you caught a cold? Over.

'Hello. No, no, l haven't got a cold.

Do l sound as if l had?

'Listen, Joan, have you got a pencil?

Write down a telephone number. Ready?

'Two three six, two thirty-six. You got it?

'lt's the Robinson's number,

they've rented the castle at Sorne.

'Robinson's done a lot of work for me,

he's one of the best, so's his wife.

'They're the only people

worth knowing around here.

'They'll be glad to put you up.

'l'll be over to fetch you

as soon as the gale blows out. Over.'

Hello, Robert, l've got the number

but l'd rather stay in a hotel.

You don't mind, do you? Over.

'All right, my treasure.

Do just as you like.

'l say, Joan, Major Foster,

MacNeil's factor's beside me

'waiting to talk to Mr MacNeil. ls he

there? l thought he was in the army.

'Over.'

Hello, Robert. He's here

and he's in the navy.

Well, goodbye, Robert.

l hope to see you tomorrow.

- Over.

- 'Cheerio, my pet.

'lt'll be a quiet wedding.

'(Laughs) But full of surprises,

l promise you.

'Chin up! You can always ring 236.

'This gale can't blow forever. Goodbye!'

'Goodbye. Go ahead, Foster.'

'Foster speaking. Hello, Kiloran.

'Good to hear you're back,

even though you're stuck in Tobermory.

'ls there anything you want done? Over.'

Hello, Foster! Tell Duncan that l expect

the trout to jump into the creel

and the game to perch

on the end of your gun.

l read your reports,

l'm longing to talk things over.

- '(Speaks Gaelic)'

- (Man) 'Goodbye, Tobermory. Over.'

Goodbye, Kiloran. Goodbye, Kiloran.

- How much is that, Mrs Beaton?

- Ninepence each, Kiloran.

- Thank you very much.

- Oh, l can't change that, Miss Webster.

- Here you are, Mrs Beaton.

- l'll pay you back at the hotel.

She wouldn't see a pound note

from one pensions day to another.

- People here are very poor, l suppose.

- No, they just haven't got money.

- lt's the same thing.

- Oh, no, it's something quite different.

- Any messages?

- No, Mr MacNeil.

- (Gong bongs)

- Shall we go in?

- Mr MacNeil.

- Yes?

- l want to ask you something.

- Anything.

Do you mind if we sit at separate tables

at lunch?

You do understand, don't you?

Course l don't mind. We are strangers,

not even properly introduced.

Yes, but you understand

why l'm asking you?

You're the most proper lady

l've ever met.

l take that as a compliment.

(Wind howling)

Please, God...

Please, let the gale drop.

l must get over to the island tomorrow.

You know that l must.

(Water thundering)

lt's blowing great guns!

The wind's shifting all the time!

lt's gone from southwest to northwest

since daylight!

Where is it now? Blowing from every

point on the compass at once!

Ruairidh says that if it settles

in the northwest... But you know all that.

Poor beggar, l bet you're fed up

to the gills.

That's all right, l'm a patient man.

Now, listen, Colonel,

you're going to get into trouble.

Eh?

Blast the waterfall.

Speak up, there's a good chap!

What?

Big bird, my foot! lt's my eagle!

That's what l'm trying to tell you -

they're after it with shotguns.

lgnorant clods!

lf they touch a feather

of old Torquil l'll gore 'em!

l've christened him Torquil, you don't

mind, do you? He reminds me of you.

Oh, thanks. What?

As to this outrageous accusation,

l shall refute it!

lf lambs are missing,

11-1 it's a fox or wildcat.

- l don't know anything about that.

- Every village bumpkin thinks

that eagles carry off schoolchildren,

bullocks, anything! Absolute poppycock!

Talk it over with Catriona,

don't do anything rash.

(Water thundering)

Hello, Peigi.

lt's an awful pretty day, Kiloran.

lt is. ls Miss Webster about?

- She's away.

- Away? Where?

She was away in lain Joseph's car

before eight o'clock.

She went to Erraig.

Then she came back here, she used

the telephone, then she was away again.

The family will be down

in a moment, madam.

Hello! What are your names?

- Good morning, Miss Cheril.

- Who's she?

Miss Webster has called

to see Mrs Robinson.

Would you like anything, Miss Webster?

No, thank you.

- Are you Joan Webster?

- Yes.

You're going to marry

Sir Robert Bellinger, aren't you?

- Yes. Do you mind?

- l don't mind.

He's rich, isn't he?

Well, l haven't counted his money.

Are you rich?

No.

Madam, can l have the afternoon off?

Martin, no,

l'm playing bridge with Mrs Crozier.

- l see, madam, then that's quite all right.

- What do you mean?

l'd intended to spend the evening

at Achnacroish myself.

Has Mrs Crozier asked you

to make a four?

No, madam, l'm invited by Mr Campbell,

Mrs Crozier's head gardener,

to a ceilidh for his diamond wedding.

Diamond wedding?

Fancy being married for 61 years.

- lf Mr Robinson doesn't mind, l don't.

- That's all right, Martin.

Adam! Surely you told me Robert was

having breakfast with us.

No, my dear, l said Robert's fiance

was coming.

This is wonderful!

My dear, we're going to be such friends!

That man mumbled something

this morning.

lf l'd known, l'd have been straight down!

What did Robert say your name was?

But you'll be Lady Bellinger soon.

Her name's Joan Webster.

Good morning, Cheril, darling!

You know everything!

lf only we'd known you were stranded.

You've brought your luggage?

You'll have the blue

guest chamber open, Hooper.

- Really, l do think...

- Say no more.

l'm one of Robert's oldest friends

and you're to be his wife.

Let's have a look at you.

Oh, yes, you'll pass - with honours.

Oh, we need a fourth at bridge.

We are going to old Rebecca Crozier's

at Achnacroish.

- Do you play?

- No.

Oh, this generation! Cheril plays

but we're not quite in her class.

Says we play a stingy game,

don't you, Cheril?

Ooh, fairy stories at breakfast. Are you

coming with us to see Auntie Crozier?

- lt depends.

- Now, that's too bad of you!

You promised. Daddy's a witness.

Well, how are you, my dears? Come in.

Rebecca, darling, you look wonderful!

Murdoch, will you go and light the lamp?

Sorry to have kept you all

standing in the wind.

Cheril.

- Who is this charming young lady?

- (Adam) Joan Webster,

who's marrying Robert Bellinger.

- So l congratulate him.

- How do you do?

Put down your things, everybody.

Anywhere.

How on earth can you manage? Three

people in a house like Achnacroish.

- l always have guests.

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