Hilary and Jackie Page #3

footsteps, are you?

Are you any good?

Hello!

Kiffer Finzi. Very

pleased to meet you.

You don't mind

if I start, do you?

Exams really do give

you an appetite.

Your exam!

How did it go?

Oh.

Famously. She's been offered

professional bookings.

5 quid to do the Bach b-minor

next week in Newbury.

Isn't that right?

Yeah.

You must be very proud of her.

Yes, I am.

Mmm. These are delicious.

Absolutely throwing it

there outside.

I got soaked.

Shall I be mum?

Oh, a nice cup of tea.

I just screamed.

It was so embarrassing.

So, have you

been with him?

No.

Of course not.

No.

Why? Have you been

with somebody?

I'm thinking my answer,

and you're going to have

to read my mind.

All right.

Oh, my lord, you have.

You study in scarlet!

What about you,

Hils?

Been with anyone?

Now you'll have

to read my mind.

Oh, poor Hils.

Maybe one day.

Then again, maybe not.

"Hilary Du Pr is a flautist

of immense expressive

"as well as technical ability.

She obviously has

a great future ahead of her."

Does it mention

Jackie?

Why? She wasn't playing.

I wonder if I might ask you

to keep your voice down.

Jackie's asleep.

What, she's here?

Yes. You've met.

She should get up,

read the review!

No, you mustn't wake her.

Kiffer.

Where's he going?

Come on!

Up, out of that bed!

Your friend is making

rather a lot of noise.

Up, up!

Look. Read.

Oh, we're off

to the pictures.

Can I come?

No, you can't come.

It's a date.

We're going to see

Jules et Jim.

Sounds French.

Where's it playing?

In France.

It's by Franois Truffaut.

It's playing at the Scala

on Wardour street.

That's in Soho.

Yes. I thought we could

go to Maison Bertaux,

seeing as we're

in a French mood.

You do realize there

are white slavers

working

in that area?

Hmm?

No self-respecting man

would ask a woman

to go to such a place.

It's out

of the question.

I'm sorry.

It's completely

out of the question.

Well...

no chance of a lift, then?

Come on.

Jacks.

Jacks.

Kiffer's asked me

to marry him.

What?

Kiffer's asked me

to marry him.

Well, what do you think?

Well, that's just silly.

Look, Hils. You don't

have to marry him.

Do you know

what that is?

That, my dear,

is a Dutch cap.

It's a contraceptive.

Is it really?

Hmm.

Where did you get it?

Doc fitted me up.

Oh, come on, Hils.

Let's get a flat

together and go bonkers.

We could have all

the men we wanted to.

I'm going to Marry Kiffer.

I love him.

He loves me.

He does not love you.

He just wants to get

into your knickers.

You don't have

to get married

every time

you fancy a screw.

That's what these

are for.

I want to get married.

Well,

you can't marry him.

You can't just leave me.

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