Island in the Sun

- Is that you, darling?
- Yes.

We'll have to hurry.
What time did the invitation say?

5:30. Do we have to go?
- I'd rather stay out here at Belfontaine.
- We can't very well not go.

After all, it's protocol.
Besides, it's a party to welcome
Lord Templeton's only son and heir.

- What's his name?
- Who?

- The governor's son.
- Euan, I think.

I saw his picture
in the Tatler.

Pass me a tissue,
would you, darling?

He's been stationed in the Middle East
for the last 18 months.

This will be a holiday for him.
He's going up to Oxford in the autumn.

You seem to know
a great deal about him.

Well, you know the island.
A male-young, white, unmarried,
titled and comparatively rich-

Good heavens. What else
do you think the girls would talk about?

- Darling, you're not jealous, are you?
- A bit.

- Whatever of?
- Anybody with all those virtues.

That's the penalty
for being so much in love with you.

That's sweet.
Anybody out
at the house today?

- Out at the house?
- While I was in town.

No, not that I know of.
- Why?
- I just wondered.

Darling, you must get dressed.
We'll never get to the party.

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Mrs. De Voeux.
Mrs. De Voeux is matron
of our hospital.

Her son also captains our best cricket team.
My son, Euan.