Irene

# There's a castle in our dreams

# Where we pin our hopes

# And all our fancies

# Where the light of romance beams

# And sweethearts come a-wooing

# Under your window cooing... #

I tell you we ought to be around the tradesman's entrance.

SHE LAUGHS Don't make me laugh.

Can you imagine Mrs Herman Vincent in the kitchen?

This has to be delivered to her personally.

One family tree, and don't pick any plums off it, Irene.

I suppose you mean lemons.

Good morning.

Madam.

I've called from Dixon's about your upholstery.

It's customary in these matters to use the tradesman's entrance.

Oh, I beg your pardon, sir.

Uh, but I have also to deliver this parcel to

Mrs Herman Vincent personally.

Mrs Vincent is not in the habit

of receiving tradespersons in her boudoir.

I have my instructions.

I'm the accredited representative of Mrs Herman Vincent.

I'll undertake to deliver this parcel personally.

I was told that I...

Kindly take a seat over there.

Hey, what's the idea?

You're supposed to be around at the trademans' entrance.

Don't tell me. Tell Miss O'Dare.

She knows everything.

I can't think what it can be...

a map...

Oh, it's my tree!

Oh, isn't it beautiful, Mary?

But, madam,

a tree that bears little white fruit with names on it?

What kind of a tree is that?

A family tree, Mary, that shows that Mr Vincent's family

were founded by Nevin Devansant.

Devansant sounds French, madam.

"Norman," Betherton, "Norman."

He came over with William The Conqueror, you know.

It's a beautiful tree. Hang it up in the mural room.

Where everyone can see it.

What should I do with the young person from Dixon's, madam?

Well, you don't expect me to see her, do you?

Tell her that the cushions are all wrong -

that they're not broad enough.

"Broad enough," madam?

Yes, broad enough - where you sit down.

In the beam?

Yes, in the beam.

Now, listen, Don. I met Madame Lucy in Paris last summer.

You don't say?

Oh, no. Nothing like that. No, I told her if she ever opened up in New York,

she'd have no trouble in finding capital here.

In fact, I almost guaranteed it.

That's kind of you, Bob, as long as it isn't my capital.

What in the world is that?

Your family tree, sir.

Mother's certainly going places.

Would it disturb you, sir, if I allowed a young person from Dixon's

to come in and examine the upholstery?

Not a bit.

Now, listen, Don, how would you like...

How about a game of ping-pong?

All right.

Psst. Psst.

You see, these cushions don't come out far enough.

Mrs Vincent wants them broader in the beam.

Oh, sure, they'll flatten out when they're sat on.

We always make them like that.

Yes, but Mrs Vincent wants them broader

in the beam.

What is this, a marathon?

HE CHUCKLES LIGHTLY

Did you order my breakfast, Bob?

Oh, sorry.

...Then if Mrs Vincent isn't satisfied,

we'll do them over entirely.

I'm afraid you'll do them over entirely.

You see, Mrs Vincent wants them broader in the beam.

Betherton.

Yes, sir.

Oh, er, Miss Worth will have her breakfast on the veranda.

Mrs Vincent was not satisfied with the cushion, sir.

Betherton, you surprise me.

Quite, sir.

You have a nice swim?

Mmm. I'm hungry as a wolf.

MUSIC PLAYS

If you please, would you be so kind

as to sit in that chair for me?

Delighted.

Now, would you get up, please?

Ah, as I thought.

I suppose you wouldn't care to

tell me what this is all about, would you?

Oh, the shop sent me down about the fit of the cushions.

Mrs Vincent was not satisfied.

Oh, I see. Course the customer's always right.

Well, that's our stock joke at the shop, sir.

Yeah.

Oh, can I do anymore sitting down for you?

There's another chair here.

Oh, no, thanks. I just needed someone heavy

to prove a point to myself.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, sure, I didn't mean you were too heavy.

I'm glad of that.

Would you like a cigarette?

I should look fine smoking

if Mrs Vincent came in.

I don't think there's much chance of that.

I don't think she's even had her breakfast yet.

She's not had her breakfast?

Here am I starving for my lunch.

Excuse me, please, sir.

This is for Miss Worth, sir.

I shall see that she gets it, Betherton.

Luncheon is served.

For you.

For me?

Said you were hungry, didn't you?

Oh, sure.

Well, dive into it.

Do you think it would be all right?

I'll give you my personal guarantee.

Well, that's mighty kind of you.

I think I will.

You're very quiet.

I guess I just want my breakfast.

Let's dance. It's fun dancing with you, Bob.

You're Irish, aren't you?

How ever did you guess that?

Well, I don't know.

I think it must be something about the way you talk.

Ah, you should have heard me when I first came over.

I did have quite a brogue then.

You still have a little.

Sure. This is a little different from my usual lunch.

Oh, and what is your usual lunch?

Mostly ham sandwich, glass of milk -

at the cafe next to the shop.

I was measuring the chairs, and I looked up,

and there standing before me was the most...

Don't look now, but it's himself.

Don't look around. He'll know we're talking about him.

Ask him to sit here.

He's coming this way.

If he sits down here, we'll beat it.

Well, fancy meeting you here.

Well, fancy.

Oh, er, won't you sit down?

No, I won't intrude, thank you.

Oh, you're not intruding.

Helen and I, we just finished.

Why, yes.

See you tonight, Irene.

Yes.

Come on, Jane.

Won't you sit down?

Well, yes, thank you.

Pleasant surprise.

Three ham sandwiches.

Friends of yours?

Uh, yes, my best friends.

Oh, isn't he handsome?

He's too handsome for me.

I like them tougher.

Well, can't they be both?

You know, they say it's the hottest April in 31 years.

Do they?

They do.

I suppose in Ireland, you'd call my being here

a strange coincidence.

Yes, we would.

Well, it isn't.

I came here especially to see you.

To see me?

Mm-hmm. Did you ever hear of

a dressmaker called Madame Lucy?

You mean the one from Paris that

all the society-people are going to?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, sure, I've heard of her.

Well, how would you like a job modelling dresses

for Madame Lucy?

How would you like a job shovelling up gold in the streets.

HE CHUCKLES But I'm serious.

Yes, so am I. Modelling dresses(!)

Why, I couldn't get a job like that,

not unless I had a pull.

Well, I have a certain amount of pull.

But with Madame Lucy?

Mm-hmm, with Madame Lucy.

Now, look here, you take this card and present it,

and I think I can promise that you'll get a job.

No fooling.

No fooling.