The Corn Is Green Page #7
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Books, for instance.
Norwood's History of Kings.
How do you find it, Morgan?
- That is my business.
- Morgan,
you must come back to the school.
- Miss Moffat...
- Why must I?
Because the Almighty God
has given you a brain
and you must make the most of it.
- I am all right the way I am.
- Yes, but you are not happy, boy.
Anyone can see that.
I don't need Miss Moffat.
I don't need to read no books.
I can hold my own head up.
Now get out!
But remember this, Morgan.
A full year of corn will bend its head.
But an empty one stands upright.
A king's duty is to govern
his people well.
He must see
that only good laws is made.
And he must also take care
that the people obeys them.
Continue, Mr. Tom.
And the Bishop's duty is
to pray and preach
and to see that all the clergymen
who are under his...
I would like to try for Oxford.
You will find the first lesson marked,
and the second.
Watch your verbs.
- And watch your English Hist...
- I've read it 20 times.
I know it by heart.
We will begin in the morning.
Very well. Now I should like you
to conjugate the verb "pimpai".
To set. Just the present.
- Pimpo, pimpas...
- Pimpo, pimpas, pimpai, pimpomen...
- Pmpomen...
- Pmpomen, pimpoti, pimposi.
You should always stress
the first syllable, Evans. Try it again.
Pimpo, pimpas, pimai
Pimpomen, pimpoti, pimposi.
Na NO3
LAO 1564, 1642.
Hey, Morgan!
Morgan!
Run down, boy. It's time to come out.
We've come to take you
to the examination.
No, Morgan, no. Now you must
always speak in English.
In English!
The same like you will
when you have won the examination.
When you are at Oxford.
English, Morgan, English.
All right then.
Like it might be at Oxford.
May I say first I am delighted
you have come for me.
I shan't be more than a moment.
But remember. Even if I am lucky enough
to pass the examination today,
I will still be a long way from Oxford.
It will only allow me
to take the talking examination
with the professors.
You'll win the examination today.
And when the time comes,
you'll win the talking.
You're all my good friends, Robert.
And if I am lucky enough to win
the examination
and then the scholarship,
I know I shall learn nothing
of friendship at Oxford.
Well, come along. Standing here
will not get us there on time.
I am saved, I am
I am saved, I am...
I am S-A-V-E-D.
- What might the armchair be for, Miss?
- The Squire is coming.
- He is invitulating.
- What was that, please, Miss?
The Oxford people have appointed him
and Miss Moffat to watch Morgan Evans
while he's sitting the scholarship.
- Why?
- So that he cannot cheat.
What a shame!
- What time is it?
- It's nearly 9 o'clock, Miss.
Terrible if Morgan couldn't get through.
Counting sheep all night I was.
She didn't get a wink neither.
I could hear her thinking.
This is a very important
day for her, Watty.
The post's here, Miss.
Looks like this one's from Bessie.
- Would you mind, Miss?
- To think I taught her to write.
"Dear Mum, I don't like being
in service at all.
Cheltenham is terrible.
I do the steps.
Madam is terrible.
Can I have a shilling?
Your obedient girl. "
Obedient?
I like that.
She's been away 3 months now.
She ought to be getting used to it.
- Do you not miss her?
- No. I don't like her, you know.
- Never have.
- Why, Mrs. Watty, your own daughter?
I know. But I've never been
able to take to her.
First time I saw her I said "No"!
Do you think he will get
through the rain all right?
He'd get through anything this morning.
I am so glad.
Wouldn't it be splendid if he won?
It's not very likely, I'm afraid.
They have some pretty strong public
school candidates against him.
But wouldn't it be exciting?
Yes, it would. But more than that,
it would be a wonderful for rural
education all over the country.
Most of all, it would be
a wonderful thing for you.
I suppose so.
It's odd to have spent so many hours
in closest intellectual communion
And it has been that.
I know every trick and
twist of that brain of his.
Exactly where it will falter,
exactly where it will gallop ahead of me.
And yet not to know him at all.
I woke up in the middle
of the night thinking of Henry VIII.
I have a feeling they'll ask a question
about the old boy and the Papacy.
I'll cram one or two facts
into him at the last minute.
Oh, dear God, he must win. He must.
A cup of tea, mam.
Now, mam, don't get in a pucker!
Six more Saturday mornin's like this
in the next 'alf-year, remember!
Suppose the Squire doesn't come.
He will. He's gotten to the point
of looking at the boy as a racehorse.
There's the Squire now.
- Bessie, it can't be you, your letter...
- I left the same day I posted it.
- This is unexpected.
- Isn't it just?
I've been travelling all night.
I woke Mr. Jones up and
he got the stationmaster
to drive us home
in the truck in the rain.
Nice wasn't it?
You arrived at the most
inconvenient time.
- Fancy.
- Have you come to see your mother?
No.
- Then why are you here?
- Questions and answers.
Just like school again.
Mr. Jones, why have you brought
that girl here this morning?
I did not bring her, Miss Moffat.
She brought me.
Whom have you come to see?
You.
I can give you exactly
one minute of my time.
Is it money?
Would you mind waiting in the study?
Quickly!
- One minute.
- Why?
Morgan Evans is sitting here for his
Oxford examinations this morning.
- Well, he needn't.
- What do you mean?
Because he won't ever
be going to Oxford.
Why not?
Because there's going
to be a little stranger.
- I'm going to have a little stranger.
- You're lying.
Dr. Brett, living in Cheltenham.
And if you don't believe
it's Morgan Evans,
you ask him about
that night you locked me up.
The night you had the words with him.
I see.
- Does he know?
- I come to tell him.
I was ever so upset, of course.
Now I've lost my place I shall have
to have some help
in taking care of the little stranger.
Oh, stop saying little stranger.
If you must have a baby, call it a baby.
- Have you told anybody?
- Mr. Jones, that's all.
Morgan Evans must not be
disturbed for 3 hours.
- You are not going to see him.
- You can't bully me.
Hasn't sunk in yet, has it?
I'm teaching you something, am I?
You couldn't see what was going on
under your nose 'cause
you were so busy managing everything.
You can't manage him any longer because
he's got to manage me now.
some managing right now.
You are going into the kitchen where
your mother will prepare your breakfast.
You will then lie down.
After the session is over,
we will go upstairs
and talk it all over.
When we are a little calm.
He's here. I got to see him.
If you try and disobey me I shall not
answer for the consequences.
You wouldn't dare lay a finger on me.
Oh yes I would.
If you stay in this room,
or if you blab about this to anybody
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