Pop:(slaps him on the shoulder ; He recoils in considerable distasted) Having a good time Sir George? Enjoying the gymkhana? What about the Donkey Derby old man? Bit of a lark. Livened things up. Perfick. I always say these gymkhanas want livening up a bit.
Pop too much solemn eye about a lot of it. Fond mammas gnashing teeth because little Trixie didn't win the trot and canter-by the way where's your daughter tonight. Not here?
- Lives in London now.
Gone over to art.
Pop: Art? Who's he?
- Wants to be a painter.
- Dreadful affair.
Pop: Oh! I get you. By the way.......(Mariette and Mr Charlton break in to conversation) .......... Mariette: Oh! my lord. Charly, where are you? Charley.
- Who is that young man?
- He seems unusually excited.
Pop: Young friend of ours. Staying with us on sick leave. Here did he call me sir?
Rather fancy he did.
Pop: Can't feel well. Too much champagne, I expect.
Probably want's to borrow some money.
Pop: Think so? Well as long as it's nothing serious. Cigar?
- Given up smoking.
- Can't afford it.
- Iniquitous price.
- Either that or whisky.
- Couldn't give up both. t
Pop: don't mind if I do? (lights up and taps Sir George on shoulder addressing him fraternally) ...Sir George, what about that little suggestion I made the other day? You know, about selling Gore Court?
Pop: Cash, Ready Freddy. Tax free.
- Unthinkable I tell you.
- Out of the question.
Pop: But you don't live in the dame thing.
That, Larkin, is hardly the point.
Like having a television set you never look at.
- (With acid severity)
- I have no television set.
Pop: Tell you what I'll go up £500.
Pop: I'll make it £9000. At present rate of tax that's equal to about-well I douno_about hundred thousand.
- setting aside the fact that I do not wish,
- have no intention of and am not considering selling Gore Hall
- at any price,
- what may I ask would you do with it if you had it?
Pop: Pull the ruddy thing down.
- (he remains speechless for some seconds)
- I was born in that house.
- I think I will have that cigar after all. Thank you.
Pop: Corse. Have a couple.
- (With fidgid dignity he selects a cigar then puts it to his nose)
- Havana eh? (He savers the fragrance as Mariette and Charley head towards the woods)
- Larking, do you know what I think?
- I think that young man is trying to elope with your daughter.
Pop: I would not put that past him.
Pop: Couldn't say boo to a goose when he first came here. That reminds me. Can I send you up a couple of geese on Sunday, old man? Got some nice young fat ones. No trouble. Ready plucked...
Mss Pilchester: Oh! there you are, I have been trying to get near you all evening.
(With her arrival, Sir George obligations are over and he departs.)
Later: Lady Blurr-Gore: On the contrary. I've so often wanted to pull the bloody thing down.
(Walks across the yard with the Brigadier)
Brigadier: I've nothing to invest. Not a bean. I'm out of touch.
Brigadier: .....I've given up. I've surrounded.
(They walk into the house.)