:12:01
Well, thank you, sir.
:12:04
Yes, Mrs. Lane's feature is...
:12:10
But... But I'm not sure
I could do that, Mr. Yardley.
:12:14
Mrs. Lane's farm and her home life are
something we have no right to intrude on...
:12:18
I only ask two things of my editors.
:12:20
Print the truth and obey my orders.
:12:22
I expect Mrs. Lane at 4.
:12:34
Elizabeth? This is Dudley.
:12:36
I think I'd better have lunch with you.
It's important.
:12:40
Well, then I'll come over now
and see you.
:12:48
From my living room window
as I write...
:12:51
...I can look out across the broad
front lawns of our farm...
:12:54
...like a lovely picture postcard
of wintry New England.
:12:57
In my fireplace, the good cedar logs
are burning and crackling.
:13:05
I just stopped to go
into my gleaming kitchen...
:13:07
...to test the crumbly brown goodness
of the toasted veal cutlets in my oven.
:13:11
Cook these slowly.
:13:16
Come in.
:13:18
- Miss Lane?
- Yes.
:13:22
Thank you very much.
:13:23
- Merry Christmas.
- Same to you, miss.
:13:47
- Felix.
- Hello. Your breakfast.
:13:49
Felix, you shouldn't.
Not in this weather.
:13:51
All the way from the restaurant
with no hat or coat. You'll catch cold.
:13:54
Pishy-poshy.
In Budapest, this was summer.
:13:57
Anyway, it's just around the corner...
:13:59
...and anyway, if it wasn't for you,
I wouldn't got no restaurant.