Reginald Anson:
Um, I'm not sure that I can rely on Mr. Garrad. But, um, the thing is, I-I will need an assistant. I, uh - you wouldn't, um?
Betty:
Me?
Reginald Anson:
Well, why not?
Betty:
Well... I've never been to Abyssinia!
Reginald Anson:
Heh.
Betty:
Or Aden, or Sevastopol. And I can't speak with a posh accent for long.
Reginald Anson:
Well, I-I-I-I think we can get over that.
Betty:
I'm just a maidservant!
Reginald Anson:
Well, I-I don't think the word just could apply to you about anything.
Betty:
Was that a compliment?
Reginald Anson:
Yes. Yes. Now, n-now I'm going to blush, so, um, would you help me... please?
Betty:
Since you said please. And you're blushing!
Reginald Anson:
Ohh.
Betty:
Yes, I will.
Reginald Anson:
Good. Then, um, prepare the engineer's transit.
Betty:
What?
Reginald Anson:
I'll show you.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:04