:56:00
A heap of old stones
without any paint on.
:56:02
We shall know what it is
if you fall over this time, Mr. Durham.
:56:07
Your health... and the health of all the ladies.
:56:10
Maurice, come.
The ladies.
:56:14
Oh. The ladies.
:56:17
The ladies.
:56:56
Dear Clive...
:56:59
Still no word from you,
so here is my news.
:57:02
I am practicing a regimen
of severe self-discipline.
:57:06
Our Wednesdays and our weekends
I spend in the darkest reaches of Bermondsey...
:57:11
with the dockers lads at the mission.
:57:14
It's a far cry
from our metropolitan pleasures.
:57:17
I am supposed to be teaching them
the gentle art ofboxing.
:57:21
More often than not,
I get the pummeling.
:57:24
Preferable to the pummeling you gave me
at the Wigmore Hall. Ha, ha.
:57:30
Most of the other evenings I spend working
through that reading list you once gave me.
:57:34
Clive, I'm so worried
at not hearing from you.
:57:38
I get no sleep worrying...
:57:40
for fear that you've
fallen ill again.
:57:43
I've looked out your connections
and would expect you back by Tuesday week.
:57:47
Wire, if you can, on reaching Dover.
:57:50
I don't have to tell you
how much I miss you.
:57:53
Mr. Durham.
Oh, Maurice is away tonight on business.
:57:57
- Oh, no, where's he gone?
- Don't ask me.
:57:59
We know even less about him than when
you were last here, if you think that's possible.