Sharpe

Sharpe:
Miss Nugent?

Ellie Nugent:
Yes?

Sharpe:
Major Richard Sharpe. Are these your rifles? We've had them cleaned for you.

Ellie Nugent:
Oh, there was no need.

Sharpe:
[smiling a little] I think there was, miss.

Ellie Nugent:
I mean, no hurry. Unless to put a bullet through Cousin Arthur, the General. He's kicking us out.

Sharpe:
You traveled here alone?

Ellie Nugent:
Just a guide, and a servant.

Sharpe:
Glad you had these. [indicates rifles]

Ellie Nugent:
They're American. Made in Pennsylvania.

Sharpe:
None better.

Ellie Nugent:
Speaking as a Rifleman?

Sharpe:
Yes, miss.

Ellie Nugent:
I'll see you tonight? At me cousin's party.

Sharpe:
Doubt it miss.

Ellie Nugent:
Are you on duty?

Sharpe:
I'm ... not exactly in his favour at the moment.

Ellie Nugent:
Ah, well. You like me...you could come as my escort, Major Sharpe, will ye?

Sharpe:
I, uh.

Ellie Nugent:
We could talk about guns!

[They both laugh.]