Kitty Foyle Page #2

Darling, we sail at midnight.

I'll be at the pier with everything arranged.

- Meet me there?

- You know I will.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- Don't be late.

- I won't.

Wyn, Wyn!

You didn't say what boat, what pier.

When I'm with you,

I forget about everything else.

It's Pier 48.

I'll be there waiting for you.

You're making a mistake, you know.

Am I?

You're that little girl on the sleigh ride.

Trouble is, you're no longer a little girl.

You're a grown woman now.

I'm only 24.

You're 26. Don't try to kid me.

Well, I'm not old, anyway.

No, and maybe

you aren't very smart either.

I know what I'm doing.

It's a pretty unsatisfactory role

you're preparing to play...

...even under the best of circumstances.

This is the only chance we have,

and we've got to take it.

How do you imagine you'll be described?

As Wyn's girlfriend?

That's the delicate one.

And in about 10 years,

when your figure gets out of control...

...it'll sound like a comedy line.

His woman? That's getting warmer.

As "that woman Wyn's mixed up with"?

Oh, you have no idea how often

you're going to get that one.

We'll just have to face it.

Correction, you'll have to face it.

Married people face things together,

but you won't be married.

Did you ever think of it that way?

No time to think.

Well, you'd better take a little time,

sister...

...because forever is a long, long time.

Never hurts to check

with the conductor...

...to see if you're on the right train.

Marriage isn't everything.

What is it, anyway?

It's just a piece of paper

like any other legal document.

I don't need a piece of paper

to prove that I love Wyn...

...or that he loves me.

You'd be a lot happier with Mark

and that little piece of paper...

...than you ever could with Wyn

and a snug little apartment...

...with a key for him

and a key for you.

You know what I think?

I think you're wrong.

I remember you using

those same words before.

Remember?

Way back when you lived

on Griscom Street in Philadelphia.

That's where Pop brought you up,

and what a grand guy he was.

It was the night of

the Philadelphia Assembly, remember?

You should have been home,

but you weren't.

You were about 15 then.

That's P. Seward Berwynn.

There's Mrs. Rosy Fittenhouse.

Judas Priest, what a clock.

Always slow.

Philadelphia blood, I suppose.

Kitty.

- I was just...

- Come here.

- I was just...

- Oh, I know what you were just doing.

The assembly's tonight,

and you were downtown...

...gawking at rich mainliners

parading into the Bellevue-Stratford...

...and getting silly ideas.

No, I wasn't, Pop.

I was watching, yes, but...

Kitty, you've got to get this trash

out of your mind.

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