In This Our Life Page #3

If you ask me, they're concerned only

with liberty for the wrong people.

Who are the wrong people, William?

The people who aren't worth a cent

and never will be, that's who.

Stanley, if this young man of yours doesn't

get rid of those half-baked radical ideas...

...he'll never be able

to build up a decent law practice.

On the other hand, if he's sensible...

...I might throw a few sizable fees

in his way myself.

- Perhaps he prefers his ideas to fees.

- What's that?

Craig has convictions. I like

that he wouldn't be Craig without them.

He has to earn a living. Don't forget that.

A pretty handsome living, if I know Stanley.

I needn't worry as long as I have you,

Uncle William.

You little flirt. Ha-ha.

If I were Craig, you bet I'd never let

a pretty girl like you out of my sight.

Ha-ha-ha. Why, Uncle William,

what a thing to say.

I wonder, darling,

if you realize just how lucky you are.

Does anyone ever know?

Yes, I do.

I declare, Peter, your wife still thinks

the sun rises and sets with you.

Excuse me.

We must go upstairs, too, William.

We haven't seen Lavinia.

How is Lavinia, Asa?

- When are you coming to see me?

- I'll come very soon.

Thanks again for the check, Uncle.

I wonder if you'd mind

trying on the dress.

I've got just about as far as I can

without a fitting.

Not now, Roy, please.

But we haven't much time.

I'll be back at the shop on Monday.

You go out every evening.

You want it to be right, don't you?

I don't care.

I don't care whether it's right or not.

Stanley.

Stanley, what is it, dear?

What's the matter?

Nothing.

You and I used to tell each other

everything.

It's different now.

What's happened to us?

Roy...

Oh, I don't know.

I don't either.

That's just the trouble.

Roy, I'll try on the dress.

Maybe tomorrow morning.

I've got a headache.

- Peter.

- Yes?

- Where are you going?

- Away.

What do you mean?

I'm going away. Out of town.

What do you think I mean?

I'm leaving for Lynchburg.

A doctor sent for me for a consultation.

Oh, Peter, why didn't you tell me?

I won't tell you the crazy thing

that went through my mind.

I'm terribly silly because I'm in love.

I guess you can't be so in love

without being silly about it.

What am I saying, Peter?

I'll try to be more sensible.

Just give me a moment.

It's my fault for being so clumsy,

about everything.

If you'd told me that you were going, I

would've had you packed like a good wife.

You'll want your dark-green tie

because it goes well with your gray suit.

And you like things to match.

Yes, I like things to match.

I like everything to match,

to come out right, to...

Oh, I guess I'm talking nonsense.

No, you're not talking nonsense, Peter.

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