:49:00
Time, always time.
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Now is the time, Charles! Now!
:49:12
And that's our boy.
:49:14
God rot all royals.
:49:16
Give us the wisdom of America.
:49:21
But he will recover
in time, surely.
:49:23
What good is that?
Once he's made regent,
:49:26
the prince will have him locked
away in some Windsor hell-hole.
:49:30
Mad or sane,
no one will know.
:49:33
You've been reading
too many novels.
:49:35
He has to recover soon,
or we're done for.
:49:40
Mr Pitt.
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Lady Pembroke.
:49:52
Her Majesty understands
:49:53
that you are dissatisfied
with His Majesty's doctors.
:49:56
The king is no better.
:49:59
Mr Pitt, my mother-in-law
lost her wits,
:50:02
and a succession of physicians
failed to recover them for her.
:50:05
But one doctor was confident
of her return to health.
:50:09
Accordingly,
she was placed in his care.
:50:11
And is she recovered?
:50:13
Entirely.
:50:14
Rides to hounds,
founded some almshouses,
:50:18
embroiders around the clock.
:50:20
I've written down his name.
:50:26
Sir!
:50:35
Thank you, Mrs Cordwell.
:50:36
Look! Look! Look!
:50:51
At last! At last!
:50:56
- Mrs Cordwell...
- This is my husband,
:50:58
come post-haste from Portsmouth.