Island in the Sun

How do you
expect him to feel?

How do you think I feel?
To believe that you belong
to one kind of a world, and then, suddenly-

When I asked you if there was any reason
why I shouldn't marry Euan, you said no.

I said there was
no good reason.

How can you say that?
Euan's heir to a title.

Can you picture a black man
sitting in the House of Lords if we had a son?

There's no need to exaggerate.
My mother was three-quarters white.
I've only 1/16 of colored blood.
The chances are your children
will be completely white!

Bradshaw was right.
All this whispering, all this secrecy.

How shall I face it here?
Will you listen to me,
quietly, for a minute?

At the start of any misfortune, one always
feels that the end of the world has come.

Well, the end of mine has.
Perhaps I ought to leave this island, take
Sylvia with me, make a fresh start somewhere.

- Do you think that'd be best?
- Do I have any other choice?

I can see myself
walking into the club.

Anybody for tennis?
There's Fleury.

He's perfect for mixed-doubles.
His grandmother's a bit on the dark side, you know.

Your roots are here.
Your life is here.

Oh, it's easy to talk about making a fresh start.
But what would you do?

Where would you go?
What do the Fleurys know
except how to run a plantation?

Think it over.
Talk to Sylvia.

Think it over.
Talk to Sylvia.

Now, above all,
we must keep our heads.

The great thing is
to do nothing hasty.

Behave as though nothing
extraordinary has happened.

Otherwise people will say,
"Oh, look at the Fleurys.

They daren't
hold their heads up in public."

Go to the club tonight.
Behave naturally.

Don't avoid people, and, uh,
don't send them too many drinks.