- Tristan, if you were thinking to borrow the Rover tonight, you'll need to fill her up.
- I will.
- Because you did say you'd chip in with some of your petrol ration.
- There was at least quarter of a tank last time I looked.
Besides, I don't have any plans this evening.
Thought you might be driving out to Miss Grantley's, to discuss the book.
- Miss Grantley is away, and the tank is in fact almost empty.
But don't worry, I'll just do it myself like everything else.
- No, no, it's fine.
I'll fill her up.
(pensive gentle music) (cutlery clanging) You know, if you did need an extra pair of hands tomorrow, I'm sure I could find some time.
- I wouldn't want to put you out.
- That'd be very good of you, Tris.
- No, it's no trouble.
- Well, yes, if you're sure.
Thank you.
- But I don't want you breathing down my neck the whole time.
I'm an experienced vet, you know, not some bag-carrying lackey.
- I shall try to remember.
(glasses clink) (dish clanks) - Here we go.
(gentle music)
