My Brilliant Career Page #2

# Maggie Piggins had the coo

Brown and white within the brew #

# Open the gate

and let him through #

# Maggie Piggins in tr- ##

Do you, um, need a hand?

No, thank you.

You're, uh, new here, aren't you?

Do you work in the kitchen?

I'd be obliged to you, sir,

if you'd take yourself out of the way,

unless you want me foot

in your big, fat face.

How about, um, a reward?

Let me go.

You should be ashamed.

A gentleman like yourself...

peepin' and pryin'

on innocent girls.

You'll have me sacked,

you will.

What's your name?

Wouldn't you like to know!

Ah, it's a picture, you are!

Can't I look now?

What do you think,

Biddy?

Well, ma'am, I don't think

the glass'll break.

Biddy!

I hope you can say something

to your Uncle Julius.

Uncle J.J.?

He's not here!

Thank you, Aunt Helen.

It's beautiful.

Oh, Sybylla!

There she is!

Uncle J.J.!

Here.

By George,

you're a good-looking young lady!

Ah. You've changed,

no doubt about that.

You haven't. Your kisses

still smell ofwhiskey and cigars.

That's what makes 'em irresistible.

Ah, come in, gentlemen!

Hello, Harry.

Hello, Mrs. Bossier. I'm delighted

you could join us this evening.

Well, for goodness' sake, Frank,

get him a drink!

Sybylla, this is our dear friend,

Harry Beecham.

Harry, you remember

my granddaughter.

Uh, y-yes, Miss Melvyn.

I...

never would have

recognized you.

No, nor I, Mr. Beecham.

I believe I have to thank you for the apples

you sent to me when I was ill.

And Frank's very good at giving me flowers.

Aren't you, Frank?

Y- Yes.

Well, the drought up country's

not broken yet, Harry.

Saw a lot of unfortunate fellows

on the road heading south.

Yes, we've noticed more

calling in here for food recently.

Very bad. Very bad.

Yes, I was approached

by one of them today.

A very ill-mannered sort.

While I was picking blossom.

Goodness, dear!

He was very forward.

He wanted to kiss me.

You should have called me.

I'd have taken care of him.

I'm sure you would.

But I can look after myself, Frank.

Good girl!

That's the sort we want.

Eh, Harry?

Absolutely.

Thank you, Ethel.

I fear Mrs. Hickey's decided that now is

an appropriate time to have her baby.

I promised to help.

Excuse me.

Mother, can't I go?

No, no, dear. No.

Enjoy yourselves.

Good night.

Good night, Mother.

Good night.

Sybylla.

Thank you.

Are you finished?

Would you like some more, Helen?

Yes. Thanks, Julius.

There you are, Harry.

Help yourself.

Ah, your turn for a song,

Harry.

I don't know any.

Oh, I can give you

a song.

# There were

three drunken maidens #

# Down the Isle ofWight #

# They drunk from Sunday morning #

# Nor stopped for Saturday night #

# Then Saturday night

did come around #

# The girls

they wouldn't go home #

# And those three drunken maidens

pushed the jug about #

- Where on earth did you learn that?

- In the pub, of course.

# Then where are

all your feathered hats #

# Your clothes so rich and fine #

# They've all been swallowed up, boys

in tankards of good wine #

# And where are

all your maidenheads #

# Your maidens rich and fine ## Our

Sybylla appears to have hidden talents.

The only trouble is,

you don't know what she'll do next.

I seem to recall

she was always like this.

Sorry, Frank.

I loved it.

From what I hear, Julius, last night

was little short of a bacchanalian debauch.

What? Oh, who told you

that, Mother? Ask Helen.

She has one of her sick headaches.

Sybylla.

Good morning, Grandma.

Good morning, Uncle J.J.

Morning.

- Harry?

- He left early.

I gather your behavior last night,

young lady, left a lot to be desired.

I'd have said Harry enjoyed himself.

That's not what I heard.

Excuse me.

Anyway, Syb solved

one problem last night.

Indeed.

Her future.

She should be

an actress.

Are you suggesting my granddaughter

should be an actress?

She has a talent for it.

I could introduce her-

Go on the stage?

I'd rather see her with her hair shorn off

and shut up in a convent.

Don't ever mention

the subject again.

I enjoyed meself last night.

I thought we got on

jolly well together. Didn't you?

Miss Melvyn- Ahh!

Sybylla.

I've been thinking.

While looks aren't everything,

and, um-

Would you come

to the point, Frank?

Well, now that this-

this fellow Harry has gone,

you should pay some heed

to my attentions.

Do you mean your attentions

or your intentions?

At the conclusion of the coming year

I will be returning to England,

and I expect you

to return with me as my wife.

Well, what do you say?

Oh, let me go.

Not until I have your answer.

Well, there is this in your favor

- You don't say you're sorry when you are not.

Why should I pretend

about a person like Frank Hawden?

But you are not prepared

to apologize?

What for?

Your aunt and I thought that

you liked him. Liked him?

He appears to be

extremely fond of you.

Now listen to me, Sybylla.

In a few years he'll come into

quite a large fortune in England.

He comes of a very good family

and will make someone an excellent husband.

Well, it won't be me!

Oh, do be realistic, child.

Well, I am!

To begin with,

I don't love him.

That is not the point.

Well, it is to me.

Sybylla, do you want to be

a burden on your family forever...

with no status in decent society

or a home of your own?

I will not be married off

to someone I detest, by you or anybody!

At times I fear for you, my girl.

You are rude to your elders and betters

and often lack all gentility.

Very well.

Though you may not be prepared

to apologize to Frank,

I expect you to apologize to me...

when you have regained

your... humor...

and your manners.

You must learn not to shout

at your grandmother, Sybylla.

I didn't mean to.

It just surges up in me

when she starts on about marriage.

She just doesn't seem

to understand.

Sit down here next to me.

Come on.

Now, believe me, Sybylla,

the best kind of marriage...

is not love marriage

but friendship marriage.

Friendship?

Yes.

You see,

your mother married for love.

And...

I too...

married for love.

My husband isn't dead.

He- He left me

for someone else.

Left me to live

the rest of my life with the-

the shame of being

neither wife nor widow...

nor maid.

But why should you

be ashamed?

Marriage gives us respectability,

dear, as you'll learn.

No, that is just

what men want us to believe.

Stupid idiots like-

like Frank Hawden.

Well, I won't be caught up in it,

not by him or anyone.

Aunt Helen, please.

Please stop trying

to marry me off.

Well, I suppose I should...

tear up this invitation, then,

from Miss Augusta...

for you to stay a few days

at Five Bob.

Shall I?

No!

I hear you've made a lot of changes

at Five Bob, Mr. Beecham.

Oh, yes, we have.

Must have been hard for you

when your father died.

Can I drive?

Whoa, boy, whoa.

Dear Lucy's daughter.

There's little resemblance.

No. I'm sorry.

A pity.

Well, come in.

Come along, child.

I'm not going to eat you.

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