My Forbidden Past Page #2

I wish I had a nice dress. I could

do with some new shoes, myself.

Oh, dear, what a lucky fellow he is.

Who? My cousin Philippe, of course.

It's a pity you haven't got money,

I'd marry you myself.

Oh, that's a very interesting idea!

They're coming ashore!

You're the most attractive woman I've ever

seen. You should make something out of it.

I'm sure you'll make sure that I do!

Here he is, right in front of you.

Hello, Philippe!

How extremely nice of you to come!

Barbara insisted. Welcome home, Philippe. My dear

beautiful cousin! Aunt Eulah wants you to dinner.

How extremely kind of her.

Oh, you want to get

through customs quickly.

Paul, help Philippe. I imagine you'll

find something to do till I get back.

Mark!

Darling, it's been so long! Has it? Two months

can be a lifetime. I never knew that before.

How is your dear family(?) Oh, Corinne,

this is Miss Beaurevel. My wife.

How do you do?

How do you do? I believe you're the first

native of New Orleans my wife has met.

It's like eating the core of the

apple before taking the first bite.

I'm glad we married before coming here

if they're all as pretty as you are.

They're not, and besides,

they're most undependable,

wouldn't you say so, Miss Beaurevel? Would

you, Dr Lucas? Possibly only the great beauties.

Delighted to have seen you,

Miss Beaurevel. Goodbye.

Hello, Dean Casley. I didn't expect to

be met. I'm anxious to get your reports.

Barbara, you must be practical.

You're well out of it the man

has neither family nor money.

I admit he might be famous some day but let other

people have the fame, luxury is much more pleasant.

I don't know what's going on

under that pretty hat,

but Mother is right when she talks

about a good name. Paul...

Hmm? Do you mind if I don't come in?

I'd like to take a drive. Alone.

Don't do any thinking, it's bad for

the complexion. All right, Pappy.

Where to, Miss Barbie?

I'll tell you on the way.

Is Mr Toplady registered here, sir?

Yes. Would you ask him to come to the ladies'

parlour, please? Yes, madam. This way, Miss Barbie.

Your name IS Barbara. Wait outside the door,

Pappy. I'll be in shouting distance, Miss Barbie.

Thank you, that's a great comfort.

Won't you sit down, Miss Beaurevel?

May I get you some coffee?

No, thank you.

Do you know

what Carrie Crandall was?

She was a sister of James McDougall who

has died leaving a bequest to her heirs.

I am Carrie Crandall's

granddaughter.

Well?

I'm delighted to find someone who admits Carrie

Crandall ever existed! My aunt has been deathly afraid

that it would come out

that my grandmother was...

Such a notorious woman.

They even point at her grave

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