Joe That scarf, if I may say, looks perfect on you.
Well, thank you. It was a present. You know, I think it's the most beautiful thing I've ever worn.
Joe The flatterer has been out-flattered.
Joe It's one of mine, the design. Last year, for Mimi Coture.
[pleasantly surprised]
My goodness!
Joe [surprised and charmed]
You really didn't know? Well that is a compliment indeed, madam, thank you.
Joe [Whilst dancing]
Are you all right?
Yes. Well, to take another woman's escort.
Joe Blumfield You didn't take me. I took you. I'm sure Edythe can cope. What happened to that particularly beautiful scarf you were wearing at the fashion show?
What are you talking about?
Joe Despite your most elegant transformation, the body is still the same.
Joe As are the eyes. Most fetching if I may say.
[flattered but prim]
I'm not sure you should say.
Joe I'm sorry; an occupational habit. A bad one. I have to remember you're not like these people.
Am I terribly old fashioned?
Joe Indeed you are. And all the better for it.
[Watching air-raid spotlights being tested; regarding the oncoming war and the previous one]
I don't think I can bear it again.
Joe Did you lose many?
Joe Almost every school friend I had. One tries to forget.
Joe You know, I've distracted myself with ridiculous things; youth, parties, lingerie. I mean, I trained in socks for goodness sake.
Joe [mock affront]
There's a great deal of engineering in a gentlemen's sock, I'll have you know. In the stitching of the heel. By comparison, designing a brassiere is a piece of cake. Not that there aren't compensations.
None of them over 20, I imagine.
Joe And all very easy on the eyes. But you know what? I'm done with it. I'm going back to gentlemen's hosiery. You know where you are with an honest pair of socks.
Joe [After Joe and Guinevere are reunited]
Am I right in thinking you're no longer employed, Miss Pettigrew?
Joe So you're free?
Quite free. Might you be looking for a social secretary?
Joe No, absolutely not.
Joe I'm looking for you. I've been looking for you all night, and I believe, all of my life. If you'll have me. [Guinevere is stunned into silence] A nod of the head will do me fine. [Guinevere nods] And I am, at a stroke, the happiest man in London.
E Edythe
[coming out the back door of the club]
Told you about Gerry, has she? Didn't take you long to move on, hmm Joe?
Joe Hello Edythe.
E Edythe
Did she also tell you that she hangs around the soup kitchen at the station? A tramp masquerading as some sort of social secretary, my God.
[slightly embarassed]
Goodbye Mr. Blumfield. [goes back inside]
Joe [standing, buttoning his jacket]
No, actually, she didn't. Neither about that, nor about you and Gerry. But I'm grateful for the truth for a change.