Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day Page #3

producer's modus operandi.

It does, doesn't it?

You know the business, what?

Not that you're in the least bit

interested in Charlotte Warren.

No. No. Darling, you're the

one for me. You know that.

And I don't just

mean on the stage.

I say.

What?

- Delysia?

Clean it up.

- Delysia.

I can't go yet. I have

something important to say.

Just... Right now?

Delysia...

- Yes, my sweets?

I love you.

Fiddlesticks,

working relationships.

You and me.

How about it, old girl?

Don't let any rabbits

under your fence.

Bye.

Delysia?

Lift up the spout?

I rather think so, yes.

Delysia? Is that you?

He saw the gown,

damn it.

I believe we

have made it.

You're a bona fide

genius, Guinevere!

Miss Lafosse,

it has been a most exciting, one might

say exhilarating experience, meeting you,

though I can't help feeling one

fraught with moral complexity.

But now that the crisis has been

averted, I simply must take my leave.

What? Oh, you can't go. Please

don't go. The crisis is ongoing.

Goodness.

Guinevere...

Miss Pettigrew...

I don't know what I'd do

if you went. I beg you.

It's Nick.

I need saving.

- Saving?

Mmm-hmm. Have you ever been

hypnotized by a snake, Guinevere?

I don't believe so, no.

Well, it's what they do

to small furry animals.

The snake fixes the animal with

its eyes, so it has no will.

It stays when it

should be running.

It wants to stay,

even if it means death.

And I am that

small furry animal.

And Nick Calderelli, coming up the

stairs this very minute, is that snake.

When he's here, I just... I can't

resist him. And he's bad for me.

So bad. And when I waver,

and I will waver,

I need you

to be strong for me.

Please. Stay.

I can see I have no choice.

You're clearly in danger.

Oh, thank you!

But I'm afraid it is you

who must be strong.

You're right. I must.

The time has come

to break it off.

And with you beside me,

I feel strong,

confident, firm.

There is something so sensual about fur

next to the skin, don't you think? Mmm!

Miss Lafosse,

you're slipping already.

Strong, confident, firm.

I know! But I can't help it.

But I must.

Nick!

I feel like I've just climbed bloody

Everest. The lift's on the blink.

Darling.

It's you!

That wasn't you, was it?

- Me?

In the lift?

- The lift?

Lift? Oh, you mean elevator.

- That's exactly what I...

I didn't know

you had company.

But, Nick, I get so

lonely when you're away.

This is...

Pettigrew.

Guinevere Pettigrew.

A pleasure, Miss

Pettigrew, I'm sure.

And you are,

what, a friend?

I am Miss Lafosse's new

governess... Social secretary.

Social secretary.

Really?

Isn't it a little early

for camouflage?

I beg your pardon?

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