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with pleasure to that extent.

How beautiful English.

They keep that distinction, darling,

even in France.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, God, I look awful.

You look absolutely ravishing.

No, I know how I look,

and it's how I feel. Awful.

So tired.

Well, maybe it's time

you had a little holiday.

Holiday?

Yes.

Do you really mean that?

Yes, of course.

It might be a good idea.

This place and the London house

and Baldarney do rather wear me out.

In the autumn, could you

make do with a housekeeper, Charles?

But I've already got three.

I mean one very superior one.

I will find you

someone magnificently efficient.

I'm sure.

But it's rather a large cold bed to sleep

with only a hot water bottle for too long.

It won't be too long. Just a few weeks.

That's too long.

- Still, I haven't refused you much.

- No, you haven't.

You should refuse me more, darling.

What do you mean by that?

That I love you, I suppose.

Darling, I do adore you.

Oh, you'll be late.

I've missed you for days.

Days?

We never see each other in the days.

Nights, I admit,

are a more significant loss.

But tonight, thank heavens, won't be.

Oh, by the way, I talked to your doctor.

- What did he say?

- Absolutely nothing wrong.

- He says you've been making it up.

- Making it up?

Lmagining it. Lots of women do.

There's no trouble at all.

Believe me.

I've still got that splitting headache,

and I couldn't sleep last night.

Tonight, I was going to slip away

directly after dinner.

Good.

And I'll slip with you.

But surely, someone has got

to look after our guests.

Why?

Let me taste that.

Different year.

They'll never notice.

I'll back your horse at the odds, Therese.

With you, if you like.

Six thousand-to-four?

You're tempting providence.

We all know it is a great ambition

of your life to win the Gold Cup.

But just to teach you a lesson...

...yes, I will take the bet.

- Good.

Eloise, your husband and my wife

are having a very intimate little talk.

Yes, I can see they are.

Do you think

we can guess what it's about?

Could it possibly be about...?

Horses.

Do you like horses, ambassador?

I think what Lady St. Simeon was asking

was whether you'll be coming racing...

...horse racing, with us tomorrow?

Racing.

Charles, the prime minister

told me the story himself.

I don't believe it.

It must be true.

And besides that...

Oh, my dear fellow. How good of you.

Norwood, in my room, please.

- Now, let's see. Do you know my wife?

- We have met.

Yes, of course you have. Come along.

Darling.

You remember Mr. Fane

of the foreign office?

Take care of him.

- He's had dinner on the train.

- Come over here, Mr. Fane.

Can you give us another chair,

please, Henry?

- You don't mind, Jean-Louis, do you?

- Certainly.

- You met Duc d'Angouleme, of course.

- How do you do?

And I'm sure you know

the Albanian ambassador.

Oh, Lady St. Simeon.

Yes, Mr. Fane and I do know each other.

Would you like some champagne?

Thank you so much.

You know, Duc,

I'm terribly unlucky in love.

And you never win on horses.

You brought down

some papers for Charles?

Yes, a rather important state document.

Thank you.

How very kind.

You could have let me know.

I couldn't. I only managed to arrange it

at the last second.

Thank you, anyway.

You get a quite good dinner on the 6:45.

I'm afraid I didn't. Boiled halibut.

And pink sauce.

I don't think

it's going to be possible tonight.

It has to be. I'm leaving tomorrow.

Tomorrow? But you said Saturday.

That horrible pink sauce.

That has such an exquisite color...

...and an abominable taste.

I think they call it anchovy sauce.

Why isn't it possible tonight?

Anchovy sauce. Yes, of course.

- Because I think he's onto it.

- To me?

I don't think so,

but he's onto something.

Really, Eloise is extraordinarily good

at putting people at their ease.

Yes, Charles,

she is an extraordinary woman.

Oh, do you think so?

I never thought of her as extraordinary.

Just ideal.

But I suppose to be ideal

is to be extraordinary.

Yes.

We can try a walk in the garden.

The summer house by the lake at 10?

I'll try. It won't be easy.

I'll be there.

Just wait there half an hour.

Only half an hour.

Forgive me, my lord.

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A yellow Rolls-Royce.

Now, listen, everybody. Please.

I want you to come outside.

Wanna show you something.

We'll come back for our port and brandy.

Darling, I know I'm showing off

and you'll be ashamed of me...

...but your anniversary present

has arrived.

Anniversary present?

- June the 10th. But that was days ago.

- I know, and I forgot it.

Oh, I hadn't even noticed it, Charles.

She always pretends

she never notices when I forget.

The ideal wife. Didn't I tell you, Therese?

Oh, but darling, it's beautiful.

It's the most beautiful car

in the whole world.

But the telephone.

- It's being seen to.

- Yes, sir. Thank you.

Take us for a spin, would you?

- A spin?

- It means a drive.

Thank you.

Oh, forgive us, Therese, everybody.

It's rather an important occasion.

Our 10th anniversary last Monday.

We'll join you as soon as we can.

Osborn, drive to the lodge...

...and perhaps we might test this

revolutionary engine on the Oxford road.

- Thank you.

- My lord.

My lord. Excuse, please, pardon.

When do we talk about my crisis?

My dear ambassador, when I get back.

Why, John,

what ages it seems since we last met.

Yes, ages indeed.

Since February, I think.

- You might at least have written.

- I did write.

In February.

And how many times

have I written since?

Far too many.

- All right, Osborn, warm her up.

- Right, my lord.

Osborn, try it flat out now.

Isn't that gorgeous?

Charles, we're already

a long way from home.

They'll be wondering

what has become of us.

Only a few more miles.

When we got to Nettlebed,

we'll turn off and come back.

But our guests will be wondering.

Let them wonder.

MAN:

Eloise, what about this new car?

I adore it.

Oh, darling, I'm a little tired.

Maybe the excitement

of my marvelous anniversary present.

I think I'll go to bed.

I must desert you all, I'm afraid.

Good night, dear. And thank you.

Good night, everyone.

See you tomorrow.

Charles will look after you.

- Good night.

- Good night.

I'm not sure I won't come with you.

- Oh, no.

- No, but please forgive me.

But I had rather a tiring day

at the foreign office.

You must all stay up

till 4 or 5:
00 in the morning.

The young ones, Fane, for one,

must lark about in the billiard room...

...and break all the windows.

Those are Norwood's explicit orders.

- Good night.

- Lord.

Lord.

Lord.

- Dear lord.

- Dear ambassador.

You and I have so much to discuss.

I just heard the crisis

on our Macedonian border...

...grows hourly more grave.

Oh, does it?

Well, perhaps we'd better sleep on it.

Things always seem so much less grave

in the morning, don't you think?

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