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when I get stinko- blind stinko?

I'll be delighted, madam.

- Don't feel anything yet.

- You will. Don't worry.

No, really. I feel quite clear.

It just makes me want to talk.

That's all.

I may not look it, but I'm tough.

I can take it.

You know, last Christmas I had three glasses

of port, and then I won a Ping-Pong match.

You know, I- I didn't

tell the truth just then.

I... do feel stinko.

Quite stinko, in fact.

Don't look at me like that.

Kiss me.

Squad, halt!

Left turn!

Stand at ease!

The bus will be here

in five minutes.

You can put your kit bags over by the gate

and stand nearby. Attention!

Dismissl

Prue. Prue.

- Somebody's asking for you over by the stile.

- For me?

- Yes. Go on. I'll look after your bag.

- Thanks.

- Hello.

- Hello. I hear you're leaving today.

- Yes, we're going to Boxgrove.

- You look so beautiful.

- I haven't changed.

- You're so honest, so real.

Well, here's the bus. I must go.

- How long will you be away?

- Three weeks.

- Three weeks?

- Is that such a long time?

- Well, no, it's just-

- You'll be gone?

No, I'll be here, Prue.

I promise I will.

You know, Clive, when I get back,

I'll be due for leave.

You will? Let's go away then. I know a

good hotel on the seacoast of Leaford.

Oh, I'm afraid I can't.

I have to go home. I promised to.

- Clive, come home with me.

- Me? To the ancestral home of the Cathaways?

It's not so far from here to Walsham.

We'll take the Tunbridge train.

The pride of the family bringing home

the man she found in the dark.

- You're not funny.

- I've never been more serious.

- Prue? Prue, quick.

- I must go. Good-bye.

Good-bye, Prue. And remember,

you're coming with me to Leaford.

I'll drop you a card when I get back

with the time of the train to Tunbridge.

- You mean Leaford.

- Tunbridge. Good-bye.

Leaford train.

And Leafordl

Oh, could you tell me what platform

does the train for Tunbridge leave from?

Number three, sir. Four twenty-seven.

Five minutes' time.

Thank you. Would you keep an eye

on my bag, please?

Certainly, sir.

Take your seats, please. Tunbridge train.

Porter. Porter, could you tell me

where the Leaford train goes from?

Number five, miss, over the bridge.

You better hurry, miss.

We'll be leaving in five minutes.

Take your seats, please. Tunbridge train-

- Here's an empty one, miss.

- No, thank you.

Come along now. Take your seats

for Tunbridge. Take your seats, please.

- Prue.

- Clive!

- I've been looking for you.

Where are you going? - Well-

- I was going to Tunbridge.

- You mean Leaford.

We'd better hurry

or we'll miss the other one too.

Well, I suppose some people

would call this fate.

Think of them at home.

My first leave.

There they are, running up the flags,

rolling out the red carpet...

and here am I going in the opposite

direction with a tall, dark stranger.

You've made that stranger

very happy though, and very proud.

- That's a comfort.

- I'm not joking.

I'm sorry.

I've never seen you

with your cap off before.

Honey top.

- Whoopl I beg pardon.

- Oh, that's all right. Come in.

Sorry, sir, but I have to punch the tickets,

come what may.

- There we are.

- Thank you, sir.

- Thank you.

- You're on the wrong train, miss.

- Right train, wrong ticket.

- Well, there was a mistake.

- How far are you going?

- How far are we going?

- Leaford.

- Pay the difference at the junction.

Oh, just a moment.

Could we be alone in here?

- Eh?

- I say, could we be alone in here?

Well, it's against the rules,

but well, I was in the last war meself.

Thank you.

Don't forget, miss,

you still have to pay the difference.

There are still some human beings

left in the world.

He's quite a character, isn't he?

You know, it's hot in here.

- Would you do me a favor?

- Anything you ask, sir.

Could you change into

something less official?

That is, if you have

anything else in that bag.

Yes, if you want me to.

But what's wrong with the uniform?

Isn't it rather warlike for a holiday?

Can't we forget the war

and everything about the war for six days?

Seven days, really.

Six nights and seven days.

All Sunday, all Monday,

all Tues-

Mm-mmm. Now you can

look out of the window.

Country's beautiful, isn't it?

Oh, superb.

We're just passing a watercress farm.

Did you know you can grow mustard

and cress on old bits of flannel?

One of our gardeners used to do it.

One of your gardeners?

How many gardeners, precisely, do you have?

- We had five.

- Five?

And I suppose when you were a child

you had six nurses and 10 rocking horses.

What on earth do you want

five gardeners for?

We didn't want them.

Our garden did.

Five! Well, I suppose that's

one of the privileges of the idle rich.

You talk like one of those Hyde Park

tub-thumpers who goes in for class hatred.

If a man owns a chain of tea shops

and employs a hundred girls...

oh, that's fine-

That's enterprise.

But if he owns a country place

and employs five gardeners to grow food...

that's the aristocracy

grinding the faces of the poor.

We're always reading

about this blessed land- this England.

But who do you suppose keeps

this blessed land in decent condition...

if it isn't the poor,

tax-bled landowners?

Oh, I hear the voice

of England-

the good, old England that loves its horses

and its cows and sheep because-

because they never ask

for a raise in pay.

I'm not going to argue with you.

Mmm, here.

Hold this a minute, will you?

You talk about the idle rich.

My goodness.

You just try being rich and idle

at the same time with taxes to the sky.

Oh, I wish I had some better things.

I left them all behind to be Spartan

and businesslike till the war's over.

You should feel honored, sir. I'm wearing one

of my last pairs of silk stockings for you.

Sorry I'm taking such a long time.

I suppose you're getting tired

of looking at all those cows and sheep...

that never ask for a raise in pay.

All right, you needn't admire

the countryside any longer.

Throw me that belt, will you?

Thank you. Well?

Well?

You're very pretty. Taller...

- slimmer, cooler.

- What's the matter?

And a stranger.

I met WAAF in the dark,

and I haven't a gardener to my name.

Why do you punish yourself, Clive?

You worry about how big is our house,

how much land we've got.

And when I tell you, you look as though a

fireproof curtain had come down between us.

What does it matter?

Nothing matters.

We're on a holiday for six long,

wonderful days, and you're very beautiful.

Oh, that's better.

Just a moment ago, I was only pretty.

Now I'm beautiful.

We're getting on

very nicely, aren't we?

Pay the taxi, please.

Those two bags.

- Clive.

- Yes?

I just want to say that I haven't been

so happy for a long time. Come on.

Hold that taxi.

Party for the station.

Good afternoon. I have a reservation.

Mr. Clive Briggs.

Just a moment. Briggs. Briggs.

We've reserved a nice double room

on the first floor, sir.

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