:16:02
Darling, you look very beautiful.
:16:10
Chaps, this is my wife.
:16:12
- Gordon Gregory.
- How do you do?
:16:14
- Charles MacDougal.
- John Ralphs.
:16:15
- James Strawson.
- John Longworth.
:16:17
- Charles Beresford.
- Peter Ainsworth.
:16:18
- Robbie Norbet.
- Bobbie Chisholm.
:16:20
- Sit down, darling.
- So sorry we didn't have time to change.
:16:25
I've so been looking forward
to meeting all of you.
:16:29
I was rather nervous of this meeting,
but none of you seem very frightening.
:16:33
Wait till you know them better.
:16:36
- Where's everybody else?
- Who else, darling?
:16:39
The wives, of course.
:16:40
These blighters married? Hardly.
Look at them.
:16:43
We're not all as fortunate as John.
:16:46
As a matter of fact, I haven't seen
a white woman around this district since...
:16:50
When was the last time
the Judge's wife was here?
:16:53
Two years, anyhow.
:16:56
Don't worry, darling.
You'll never be lonely here.
:16:59
No. Elephant Walk
is like a hotel, Mrs. Wiley.
:17:03
Why, it's better than living in a club...
:17:05
so don't you go thinking
there's no social activity.
:17:08
- There's more social activity that goes on...
- All right, Peter.
:17:11
I was only trying to welcome
a new member.
:17:14
Thank you very much.
:17:15
It's the finest club in the world,
founded by John's father...
:17:18
old Tom Wiley, the Governor.
God bless him.
:17:25
I'd like to hear more about the Governor.
:17:26
He was the biggest-hearted man
that ever trod this earth.
:17:29
All his good fortune
he shared with his friends.
:17:32
You could talk for a month
and never come to the end of the stories...
:17:35
about the Governor. He was a legend.
:17:37
He's been dead for many years, Mrs. Wiley,
but that's a legend, too.
:17:41
The truth is he's much more alive today
than ever he was.
:17:44
Let's drink to the Governor!
:17:45
- To the Governor!
- To the Governor!
:17:51
Let's go in to dinner. It's no use
waiting for Carver. He's always late.
:17:56
- You've met Dick Carver?
- No, I haven't.
:17:58
Not a bad type. A bit unsociable.
Not one of us, eh, John?