1:36:18
This was the kind of fighting...
1:36:24
...in which the Germans
busied themselves.
1:36:29
You see?
1:36:30
These dead languages do come
to life sometimes, don't they?
1:36:42
They were going at it,
hammer and tongs.
1:36:45
Game as a pair of fighting cocks.
1:36:47
One of young Colley's eyes was closing.
"Keep your guard up," I said.
1:36:51
- Yes, I can hear you.
- Oh, dear.
1:36:54
No, thank you. I always eat too much
when I come here, you know.
1:36:57
Well, young Colley,
that's a fine mess you've made.
1:37:01
This fellow must come
to Brookfield, Helen.
1:37:03
Of course. The Colleys have gone
to Brookfield since Queen Anne died.
1:37:07
Here, little pig. You precious little pig.
1:37:11
- Peter always asks after you in his letter.
- We're even then.
1:37:14
His letters to me are full of you.
1:37:16
Well, I must be off if I'm
to catch that bus.
1:37:19
- Oh, I'm afraid so. I'll get your coat.
- Thank you.
1:37:22
Well, goodbye, young fellow. Goodbye.
1:37:24
And don't choke yourself. Bye-bye.
1:37:27
Aren't the colors marvelous this autumn?
1:37:31
I like to think he'll be back
before the leaves fall.
1:37:33
There's every hope, Helen.
Hope of peace.
1:37:37
Beats me how any fight could last
so long with a Colley in it.
1:37:44
Think of living without fear again.
1:37:47
Without trembling at the sight
of a letter or telegram.
1:37:50
I know.
1:37:52
I try to imagine him
about the place again...
1:37:54
...doing some commonplace thing.
1:37:57
Working in the garden, perhaps,
or washing the dog.