:48:03
- How many today, Jessie?
- Only nine, alas!
:48:07
"Oh, alas!"
:48:10
I have received none today.
:48:13
I'm utterly neglected.
:48:15
Have these, you poor soul!
:48:17
I don't want your scraps, Jessie Bond.
:48:21
Too vigorous, Emily. Apply the bandage.
:48:25
Beg your pardon, Miss Bond.
:48:29
- Shall I ever find anybody again?
- Don't be so gloomy, Leonora.
:48:33
Sadly, I seem to appeal
only to elderly gentlemen.
:48:38
Where are my young bucks and blades?
Quel dommage!
:48:41
I've told you what you must do.
:48:43
The last thing a girl wants
after an evening's performance...
:48:47
...is to have to go and sing
all night for London society.
:48:51
Idle ladies and their odious husbands.
:48:54
One has to sing for one's supper.
:48:56
It's damned exhausting. I detest it.
:48:58
Anyway, they're not all married.
:49:00
And some of them
are rather cute and courteous.
:49:03
You have them dangling
on a leash, Jessie.
:49:05
One must keep oneself amused,
don't you know?
:49:12
So terribly trying.
:49:15
When I meet a gentleman,
he invites me to supper.
:49:18
I mention my little... secret...
:49:20
...and then he's off, quick smart.
:49:23
C'est impossible!
:49:25
You shouldn't reveal your secret...
:49:27
...until he's fallen in love
with you and has proposed!
:49:29
Oh, Jessie, for goodness' sake!
:49:31
By the by, "monsieur",
you do realise I have a little boy?
:49:34
I couldn't possibly pretend
that Stanton doesn't exist. No.
:49:38
No, he's my precious little bundle.
:49:41
- How's his toothache?
- Earache.
:49:44
He suffers terribly, poor mite.
:49:46
- Shall I lace you up now, Miss Bond?
- Of course, Emily.
:49:50
Surely your Mr Barnes would be willing?
:49:53
Mr Baker. Jessie, please!
:49:56
I do not intend
to become a widow again before I'm 50.
:49:59
No. Neither do I.