Peter Ibbetson Page #3

There's nothing

like a holiday.

Paris, and the ladies!

Uh, there were ladies,

Peter?

Yes, there... there was a lady.

A lady. Oh, dear, dear,

that sounds serious.

Was she beautiful?

She was very beautiful.

She was eight years old,

still wore

a little white dress

and I shall

never forget her.

Oh, bless me! Eight years old.

Oh, bless my soul.

Here in the country,

we don't get the fog

that London gets,

but I understand

it's been fine

in London, too.

Very fine.

And, l... I suppose

those are the stables.

Yes, sir.

Well, they've seen

their best day, all right.

Yes, sir, they have.

And a long day

it's been, too.

I'll go down

and have a look at them.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Ibbetson?

Yes.

I'm the Duchess of Towers.

How do you do?

How do you do?

I expected you this morning.

Well, I missed my train.

Oh.

Well, I'll tell you

what we want here.

You see, we need more room

in the stables,

so we want an addition

built onto that end there.

A new wing to match exactly

what you see down here.

Oh, You don't... you don't want

entirely new stables?

Certainly not.

Well, I'm... I'm sorry.

I... I had a fine idea, I think.

I was going to have

the stables sort of a,

well,

almost a new building,

uh, using part of

what's there, of course,

but, uh, with a new roof

to match your house

as if they'd been built

nearer the same time.

Understand?

Yes, I see what you mean.

But, oh, we wouldn't tear down

the old stables for anything,

Mr. Ibbetson.

Well, they're your stables.

Uh, you want this wing to...

To match the other exactly.

Well, this is just

a rough sketch.

An idea that will make them

all seem new again.

I don't want them

to seem new.

Well, uh, I don't mean new

the way you mean.

Uh, they'll look as old

as ever

but, well, the only chance

to have any beauty about them

and have them conform to

your own house is to, well...

Something like that.

There's really no use

wasting any time about it,

Mr. Ibbetson.

I've told you

just what we want.

All you have to do

is just go ahead and do it.

You want the wing

to match that?

Yes.

Well, I can't do it.

Why not?

Because I don't like it.

Oh, and just what has

that got to do with it?

Because I can't do

anything I don't like.

I see.

It hurts your artistic

temperament, perhaps.

Well, it, uh,

hurts something.

And if I were a horse,

I wouldn't even live in it.

I'll send Jenkins

up to pack your bag,

Mr. Ibbetson.

Thank you, Your Grace.

I've enjoyed

my visit very much.

You're impertinent.

And I intended to be

such a gentleman.

Come in.

I've brought you

some dinner, sir.

Really?

Well, well.

What time is it, Jenkins?

Uh, quarter past eight, sir.

And my train leaves?

Quarter past nine.

In exactly one hour, sir.

And, that singing,

is that the duchess, too?

Oh, no, sir.

That is a lady called Ginghi

from the opera.

Of course

you've heard of her.

Indeed.

Evidently a party.

No, sir. Just a few friends.

Will you require

anything else, sir?

No, thank you.

Oh, just one thing more.

Yes, sir.

Will you give

this to Her Grace

and tell her I repay her

for this lovely dinner.

Very good, sir. Thank you.

I beg pardon, Your Grace.

The young man upstairs

asked me to give you this

in order to repay you

for the lovely dinner,

he says.

Jenkins.

Your Grace.

Has Mr. Ibbetson left

for the station yet?

No, Your Grace.

I think possibly,

you'd better tell Mr. Ibbetson

that the night train

is a very poor one

and that he had

better wait over

until the morning.

And Jenkins, you might ask

Mr. Ibbetson if he'd care

to come down

and hear the music.

Very good, Your Grace.

My dear, what in the worid

has happened?

Look.

The young architect

with whom I quarreled,

he's drawn

a picture of the stables

as he would like to do them.

Evidently

the horses agree with him.

Rather impertinent,

I should say.

Yes.

A very impertinent young man.

Hello.

Hello.

I'd be so glad

to be there.

We might go down together.

Yes, we might.

It has been a long time

since you went.

You're smiling,

Mr. Ibbetson.

You saw something

in the garden, perhaps,

that made you smile.

I thought so, yes.

I thought I saw

the new stables.

Built my way

and they were very beautiful.

Have you always had

your own way?

Oh, since I was so high.

And I've always

had my own way

since I was so high.

Hmm, no one can remember

that far back.

Oh, I can.

Who are you,

Mr. Ibbetson?

Uh, an architect.

Oh, yes, and something

of an artist, too.

My dear, I've some news

for you, and good news, too.

Oh, really.

I just traded

Willets out of a horse.

I traded old Major

for his colt. He's a beauty.

Unbroken and with

plenty of spirit.

It'll be good sport

to break him.

Well, I'm very glad

if you are, dear.

Perhaps you've gathered,

Mr. Ibbetson,

that my husband is very much

interested in horses.

Possibly, Mr. Ibbetson isn't

quite so interested in them.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You're going

to build our stables?

Oh, yes, indeed he is.

And he's decided

to do them my way.

Haven't you?

Hmm, a slight difference

in opinion, I hear.

I hope you stand

by your convictions, sir.

Are you fond of horses?

Well, uh, I'm afraid

the way I was brought up

didn't give me any

great fondness for them.

Well, every man

to his choice, of course.

If you're not interested,

I warn you to change

the subject quickly,

because my husband

talks horses

quite as well

as he rides them.

And he's a very

fine horseman.

I'm sure he is.

It'll be all right?

Mmm-hmm.

That little colt's

my special favorite,

and he doesn't like

he rain a bit!

He doesn't either.

All he needs is a, uh, pipe,

slippers and a mug of ale.

Well, the work's

nearly finished, isn't it?

Odds and ends, nearly.

And very nice, too.

Thank you, sir.

I hope you can write Mr. Slade

I was, uh, a gentleman.

Oh yes, you've been

most patient with me

and with my stupidity.

Oh, I've enjoyed it

thoroughly.

I mean...

Put on the deeper curve,

I think.

Here they are.

Take him to the clearing

back of the paddock.

Yes, sir.

I'll ride him there.

I do wish you got Richards

to ride him first.

Oh, we'll get along famously.

We understand each other.

Or we will.

He's coming along.

He has sense, learns quickly.

It was a fine exhibition.

Oh, well,

he rides horses

almost as well

as he talks them.

Isn't that

what you said?

Everybody can do

something.

As for you,

Mr. Ibbetson,

you are to be

congratulated, too.

The stables are coming along

very nicely indeed.

Thank you very much.

I noticed that they were

finally built your way.

Oh, yes.

Yes. I can see now that I was

quite wrong about them.

Well, I'd better go up

and change.

He is a good horseman.

Are you a little envious?

Perhaps.

Well, we can all do something.

But what can I do?

Smile.

Oh.

And quite enough.

How gallant.

Well, I better get back

to what I can do.

You know, I think

it's going to rain after all.

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