Gaslight Page #3

- Oh... No, I'm all right.

Oh, you can't possibly tell if you're hurt

until you've had time to think it over.

It doesn't matter much when you've

soft bones like those little rascals.

- I should complain to their nurses.

- It wasn't their fault. It was...

- Oh, thank you. That is kind of you.

- Fond of children, I see.

- Got any of your own?

- No.

- I must go.

- You haven't counted all your bones yet.

Don't worry about me.

I'm old enough to be your father.

They're not what they used to be.

- Who aren't?

- Children.

I'd be ashamed if I couldn't

bowl a better hoop than that.

I never bothered about hoops.

I was brought up in the country.

- So was I. Whereabouts?

- Devonshire.

Devonshire? What part?

- I lived with some cousins near Exmouth.

- I know Exmouth very well.

- I wonder if I've met them.

- Their name was Ullswater.

Don't go yet.

I was just getting interested.

Stop it! Stop it, you rude little boys!

It's disgraceful!

How dare they!

Hmm... Poor little devils. I'd like

to give them a taste of Devonshire.

Yes, a grass bank to roll down

and some nice, clean mud.

Well, thank you for being so kind.

- Toy shop!

- I beg your pardon?

Something for those little objects

to play with.

There is a toy shop across the road.

Oh, what a lovely idea.

They do look so miserable.

Well, you'll have to come along, too.

I mean, that's the whole idea.

Must have a woman about

where brats are concerned, you know?

I mean, they'd run a mile

if I were to so much as call to them.

- I'd love to see them enjoy themselves...

- What's to stop you?

My husband is out

and he won't be back till teatime.

Then you'll be in time

to have it with him.

I don't want to be silly,

but I don't know you.

Oh, this is charity, ma'am.

That blows convention out of the window.

Hey!

I mean you children

out there in the street.

Come along. Don't be afraid.

I've got something for you.

Would you like some toys

to play with?

It is such a shame

you can't go into the square.

- This gentleman thought...

- There's a toy shop over there.

- Tops, if you like, or hoops.

- Do let's go across, shall we?

Good afternoon.

We've come to the wrong shop.

- Buns and ice cream are what they want.

- Do you think we should?

Nonsense! Make them all sick.

Do them a world of good.

You know what you want, don't you?

Come on in.

Here we are. Help yourselves.

- Blimey, look at them lovely tarts!

- There's plenty more.

Anything you like, in reason.

That's right.

- And what exactly can we do for you?

- Knock his block off.

You, who cannot control yourself

in your own home,

to risk such a thing

with a complete stranger!

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