Suspicion

- (TRAIN WHEELS RUMBLING) - (WHISTLE BLOWING)

I beg your pardon. Was that your leg? I had no idea we were going into a tunnel.

I thought the compartment was empty.

I'm so sorry. I hope I didn't hurt you.

Awful man in the next compartment smoking a vile cigar.

I had to come in here. You don't smoke, do you?

- No, I don't. - Oh, thank heavens for that.

After last night, my head couldn't stand it.

You understand...

May I see your tickets, please?

Thank you, miss.

I'm afraid you're in the wrong compartment, sir.

- It's a first-class compartment, isn't it? - Yes, sir.

- Well, then I'm all right. - This is a third-class ticket, sir.

Hmm?

What sort of line is this,

selling third-class tickets at first-class prices?

I am very sorry, sir.

That will be five and fourpence extra, sir.

- You haven't change for a fiver, have you? - Yes, sir.

Don't bother, because I haven't got one.

That's the best I can do.

There.

Do you suppose the line would settle for five and tuppence ha'penny?

No, I don't suppose they would.

I hate to presume on our short acquaintance,

but have you any change?

Well, I'm afraid that I...

Oh, there you are. That'll do. That stamp.

Thank you very much.

Here we are, five and tuppence ha'penny and three ha'pence. Five and fourpence.

It's legal tender, old boy. Legal tender.

Write to your mother.

That man.

- (BUGLE BLOWING) - (DOGS BARKING)

Mr. Aysgarth, may I?

Would you mind stepping forward

a little bit, Mrs. Fitzpatrick? Thank you very much.

Now, Mr. Aysgarth, please.

I wonder if I could have just a little bit more of your smile?

Oh, not at this hour of the morning.

- There he is. Good morning, Johnnie. - How are you?

- We've been looking for you everywhere. - Simply everywhere.

Excuse me. If it's possible at all, would you mind?

Oh, of course. I'm so sorry. See you later, Johnnie. Goodbye.

- Come, Alice. Come, Jessie. - Thank you very much.

Aren't they bright this morning? Now.

That's very good. That's very good.

Now could I have a little bit of a smile? You remember.

I can hardly believe it. It can't be the same girl.

What's her name? Do you know her?

Yes, but lay off, Johnnie. You've enough on your hands for one day.

Besides, she's not up your alley.

To tell you the truth,

I'm a little bored with people in my alley.

- Introduce me to her, will you? - Certainly not.

She's a very carefully brought up young lady.

If you won't do it, I'll have to do it myself.

Come on, they're going.

- Lina, may we come in? - Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see you.

- How are you, Lina? - Oh, splendid.

May I introduce Mr. Aysgarth?

- How do you do? - How do you do?

We were just passing by and we saw you in the window.

- And Johnnie insisted on meeting you. - Why?

Oh, I'm told the sight of a really eligible male

is a rare treat

- in this part of the country. - (ALL LAUGH)

- Isn't Johnnie terrible? - He's simply too fantastic for words.

Aren't you, Johnnie?

- Hadn't you better hurry? - Hurry for what?

You don't want to be late for church, do you?

- Did you all come to take me to church? - No, but that is...

- If you want to come. - Naturally, we'd love to have you.

That's very kind of you. I think I will come.

Good. And put on that saucy little hat you wore on the train the other day, huh?

I will. Excuse me. I'll be down in a moment.

Well. We'd better sit down, girls.

- Where are you rushing to? - To church, Mother.

- But I thought... - I've changed my mind.

- I see. Shall I go with you? - No, thanks. I'm going with the Barhams.

The Barhams? I thought you didn't like them.

I loathe them.

Really, it's most extraordinary.

You're not really going to church, are you?

Certainly, I am.

No you're not, you're coming for a walk with me.

Don't be ridiculous.

Tell you what I'll do, I'll toss you for it.

Heads you do, tails you don't.

Mother.

Now what did you think I was trying to do, kill you?

Nothing less than murder could justify such violent self-defense.

- Look at you. - (SIGHING) Let me go.

I'm just beginning to understand.

You thought I was going to kiss you, didn't you?

- Weren't you? - Of course not.

I was merely reaching around you, trying to fix your hair.

- What's wrong with my hair? - Well, I'm glad you asked me that.

It would have been extremely discourteous for me to bring the subject up.

- Are you serious? - Of course I'm serious.

I may seem provincial, but frankly, I can't understand men like you.

You always give me the feeling that you're laughing at me.

No, I give you my word.

But your hair's all wrong.

It has such wonderful possibilities that I got excited.

For the moment, I became a passionate hairdresser.

- What's wrong with it? - Let me show you.

Let me see...

- Don't do that. - Why not?

Because your ucipital mapilary is quite beautiful.

What's an ucipital mapilary?

- That. - You don't need to touch it.

Let's see.

Mmm, that's good.

I must be quite a novelty by contrast with the women

that you're photographed with.

What do you think of me by contrast to your horse?

If I ever got the bit between your teeth,

I'd have no trouble in handling you at all.

Suppose just as you thought you had me under control,

I turned around, neighed, and kissed you?

I think you've done enough fooling with my hair.

You don't look very good like that.

You look more like a monkey with a bit of mirror.

What does your family call you? Monkeyface?

I still think my way was best.

I must go now or I'll be late to luncheon.

Anyway, if my father saw me come in both late and beautiful,

he might have a stroke.

- Please don't bother to come any further. - Oh, I'll be back for you at 3:00.

No, no, really, I can't come out this afternoon.

Yes, you can.

No, really, I have to make calls with my mother.

- Liar. - Really.

Don't forget, 3:00.

MR. McLAIDLAW: Lina will never marry. She's not the marrying sort.

She has no need to worry.

There's enough to care for her for the rest of her life.

I suppose you're right, dear. I'm afraid she's rather spinsterish.

What's wrong with that? The old maid's a respectable institution.

All women are not alike.

Lina has intellect and a fine solid character.

Come on, I'm hungry.

Sorry I'm late.

Could I have some well-done, please, Burton?

Yes, miss.

What kept you so long at church, dear?

I didn't go to church. I went for a walk. Thank you, Burton.

- With a man. - A man?

Yes. His name's John Aysgarth.

- John Aysgarth? - Is that Tom Aysgarth's boy?

How'd you meet him?

Pity he's turned out so wild. Rough luck on Tom.

What's this, horseradish? Didn't know horseradish was in season now.

- It's not out of a bottle, is it? - MRS. McLAIDLAW: Of course not, dear.

MR. McLAIDLAW: Oh, that's real stuff.

I can tell the difference at once. I can't stand things out of bottles.

They never taste the same.

MRS. McLAIDLAW: Never, dear.

Why did you say that John Aysgarth was wild, Father?

He was turned out of some club for cheating at cards, wasn't he?

I don't know. I didn't ask him.

Or ought to have been. Something unpleasant anyway.

- What's he doing down here? - Staying at Penshaze.

Shouldn't have thought that Lord Middleham would have had him there

if he had been turned out of a club for cheating.

Maybe it wasn't cards. May have been a woman.

He was correspondent or something, I believe.

Or ought to have been correspondent.

Good heavens, you can't expect me

to remember every detail about everybody, can you?

Anyway, I'm going to see him again.

He's calling for me this afternoon at 3:00.

You're wanted on the telephone, miss.

Hello?

Hello, Johnnie.

You can't?

Of course, I understand.

Thank you for calling.

I'd love to, next time you come down again.

Hello?

Is Mr. John Aysgarth there, please?

Oh, he isn't?

I, uh, thought perhaps...

Uh, are you expecting him for the Hunt Ball?

This is... It doesn't matter. I'll ring again.

- Nothing, Miss McLaidlaw. - Are you sure?

- Positive. - I don't want to be a nuisance,

but couldn't it accidentally have been put into somebody else's letter box?

I'm sorry, miss. I'm sure it would have been returned if that had happened.

Well, thank you.

Regent 0021, please.

No reply?

Thank you.

- (KNOCKING ON DOOR) - MRS. McLAIDLAW: Lina.

Lina.

- Lina. - Hello, Mother.

It's 7:00.

Aren't you going to wear your new dress?