Now,
dears, a toast.
Be prepared.
To ourselves, the closely
united family,
and to the dear strangers
who have joined us,
I allude to you, Jane, darling,
and Edward,
and my dear Charles.
Does that mean that we
three may not drink?
Certainly not.
Drink to yourselves, to each other,
and to the happiness of us all. Good.
Oh, do be quiet, Charles.
Where was I?
Where was I?
Where was I?
To the happiness of us all, my love.
Thank you, Jane.
Here's a toast to each of us
and all of us together.
Here's a toast to happiness
and reasonable pride.
May our touch on life
be lighter than a seabird's
feather.
May all sorrows as we pass...
politely step aside.
A commonplace sentiment,
my dear Jasper.
Were there neither of you nor of
the moment?
Moments fly so swiftly, my love.
I thought what Jasper said was beautiful.
Hush, Emily.
Jane's chiding merely means
that she would have liked
to have thought of it herself.
Get on with the toast, Jasper.
Where was I?
Where was I?
Where was I?
Gasping in the deeps
of your own imagination, my
love. Thank you.
Now I drink to those of us who
happily united,
ornament our family
and share our joy and pain.
Charles, my friend,
and Edward, too, connubially plighted.
Last, my dears, but always best.
My own beloved Jane.
Charmingly put, my dear Jasper.
If a trifle pedantic.
I do my best, my love.
But my best is obviously
unworthy.
Oh, do stop sparring, you two.
Sparring, what a vulgar expression.
Where was I?
Where was I?
In command, my love.
As ordered.
Harriet married a soldier,
a man of pleasant birth,
a man of noble worth
and timely tempered steel.
Ready to die for the empire,
the sun must nev er set
upon this brave but yet
ambiguous ideal.
So now, dear Charles, I am
saluting you.
That never -set ting sun
shall call you blessed.
If far -off natives take to shooting you,
you will at least have done
your level best.
Harry had married a soldier,
may life be bright for him,
may night be right for him
forever and foray.
Harry had married a soldier,
and in the matrimony of Harry had
married a soldier.
Despite his horrors in the field,
you'll have to honour and obey.
And be defeated till
judgement day.
Oh, but how unfair of you all.
I'm as meek as a mouse.
Charles rules me with a rod of iron.
Oh, dear Harriet,
we salute your strategy
that makes him believe it.
Now we come to Emily,
whose progress has been steady.
Only married two short years
and three fat sons already.
You make me blush, Jasper.
We count the twins as one.
Nevertheless, my love,
they are normal babies
with a mouth each to feed.
Emily married a doc tor,
a sentimental man.
A mild and gentle man of scientific mind.
Doing his best for the nation,
forever beautiful.
A really beautiful example to the rest of us.
A challenge to the zest of us,
the noblest and the best of us combined.
I accept your tribute, Jasper,
while doubting its complete
sincerity.
But the surface value
is warming enough.
I thank you, Jasper. Edward.
It played another tune.
I remember distinctly
it played another tune.
We mustn't ask too much of it.
It was a waltz!
Yes, yes, of course it was a waltz.
Don't you remember?
We danced to it years later at a ball,
before we were married.
It was this. It was this.
Hearts and flowers, dreamy hours,
under skies of blue.
Tunes from hearts so sweetly
beat in tune.
that was their love song.
When Cupid's dart discloses the
secret of the roses,
hearts and flowers and you.
The man who wrote those words
certainly had a sweet tune.
I remember Annie singing that tune
when she was doing the stairs.
I remember Nanny singing
it
when she was bathing Emma.
I remember Father humming
it between his teeth
when he was whacking me with a slipper.
An excellent example
of two hearts beating to the tune.
A crude joke, Charles.
Back to the barracuda.
We found it in spiring enough,
did we not, my love?
Olympian,
the loveliest song in the world.
Pots and flowers, bygone hours,
how the time has flown.
You wore white camel
lias in your hair.
All you did was hold my hand and stare.
Have we altered,
have our footsteps faltered
through the years we've known?
When all our days are gone, love,
there'll still be only one love.
You an d you alone.
Forever, my heart.
Till death do us part.
You rang, Mr. Jasper?
Yes, Burrows.
Would you like a little Madeira?
I should be honored, Mr. Jasper.
Here.
At your service, always.
Thank you.
Have I your permission
for a moment?
Certainly, Burroughs.
What is it?
The musical box.
There should be a little tune.
A little tune from the years that are dead.
Allow me. I drink to you all.
And to you, sir.
And mine.
This house was happy
when there were children in it.
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