Anne of Green Gables: The Continuing Story Page #2

face to face.

I have something to ask you.

I do.

Let's go take a walk

down the Lane.

If Diana has her way, we'll be

married by the end of the week.

We've been

engaged so long,

figure people

'round here

think we got

married years ago.

Yeah.

What were you

going to ask me?

I have a decision to make that

may turn our plans upside down.

What?

Bellevue hospital has asked me

to remain on staff for the year.

But we agreed

that at the end...

Yeah, Anne I realize that...

This is a remarkable

opportunity.

I know you've resisted coming

to New York in the past...

You're asking me to go with you?

I couldn't bear

another year without you.

I want to be with you too, Gil.

Then come with me,

right now and

we'll go immediately.

I... I couldn't be happy

living anywhere else but here.

This is where I want to be.

So many memories locked up here.

I can't leave it alone.

I wish I could have

done something.

This place is in

both our souls, Gil.

I wish we could

grow old together here.

Come on.

We still got a few

years ahead of us.

I'll go.

What?

To New York, I'll go.

Just to see if I like it first.

But promise me we'll come back

to raise our family.

I promise.

New York is an exciting place

for a writer.

All the best

publishing houses

in the world

are there.

Are you sure?

I'm only sure of one thing...

That I'm scandalously

in love with you.

Come on, we better

tell Diana and Fred,

before they start sending off

all the invitations.

Well, this is it,

Winfield Publishing.

Don't be nervous.

You'll be fine.

It's unbearable to

have insignificance

ingrained into

your very soul.

No... Mr. Winfield,

he's likely

to reject

my manuscript

like every

other publisher

I've been to

this week.

This is a much smaller company,

and I doubt that he'd have

brought you in for a meeting

just to say no... 'morning, sir.

I've made up my mind to go

to my grave unwept,

unhonored and unsung.

But not

unpublished.

I'd like you

to meet

my fiancee

Anne Shirley.

This is

Dr. Powell.

An honor,

miss Shirley.

I very much appreciate

the opportunity here, sir.

Your book

is marvelous.

I've just seen old Winfield.

He assures me he'll consider it.

It's the least I can do

for the fiancee of our most

important young surgeon, uh?

Don't settle for

anything less than

10% royalty from the old tyrant.

Excuse me.

I have an appointment

to see a Mr. Palmer Winfield.

Name?

Miss Anne Shirley.

There's a miss Shirley

to see Mr. Winfield.

THOSE STAIRS TO THE 6th.

Thank you.

Ah, miss Shirley.

Hello.

Sit down...

If you will.

It's a lot of stairs.

How do you do, sir?

Oh, miserably.

Book sales are in

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