Now, Voyager Page #2

Behind the books?

Cigarettes and books

my mother won't let me read?

A secret life hidden

behind a locked door?

- It was the box that reminded me.

- How very perceiving you are.

How very right you are.

I was about to hide this album.

You should read it.

It's a shame to miss your amusement.

The intimate journal

of Miss Vale, spinster.

Can I convince you

I don't wish to pry?

You must pry. I insist you do.

Nothing to frighten you.

A few snapshots, a memento.

A record of my trip up the coast

of Africa with my mother.

There's a picture of our ship.

You wouldn't have known me then.

I was 20.

Oh, I say.

That was a scorcher.

Leslie, you act so funny.

Do I?

- I thought men didn't like prudes.

- You're gorgeous, Charlotte.

Give us another.

There's the first mate.

There's always lots of work

before we dock.

- Are you going ashore?

- Are we, pet?

If I can't go, you won't, will you?

- Even if that girl from New York does?

- Not likely.

There's nothing like you in Africa.

There he is again. I'd better go.

- Leslie.

- Yes?

Come here.

Darling. Dearest darling.

I had read that in novels.

About men not liking prudes.

That's all I had to go by, novels.

Leslie said he'd rather have me...

...than any girl. I was so responsive.

The others were like schoolgirls

compared to my lovemaking.

Where are your glasses?

They're in my bag.

They're so unattractive.

- Other girls don't...

- Put them on.

What's that book?

Marconi. Wireless. I'm studying it.

- From whom are you learning this?

- Mr. Trotter lent me the book.

- You mean the wireless officer?

- Yes.

Are we taking the shore trip tonight?

I think not.

Then could I go alone?

I don't mean really alone.

The hostess is organizing groups.

I said I'd ask you.

Remember, we're not

commercial travelers.

It's bad enough to associate

with these tourists onboard.

You have the vigor of a typical tourist.

Sit down and write something

to someone.

You've behaved

like an excited servant girl.

That night I left her in her room.

I would go read in the library.

When she looked for me,

I wasn't there.

She knew I hadn't gone ashore.

She'd checked on that.

Leslie and I always

had to be discreet.

Because of Mother,

and also his position.

Our favorite trysting place

was on the freight deck...

...among canvas-covered automobiles.

There was a particular limousine.

- Come out at once.

- Trotter.

I don't care. I'm glad.

- Go to your cabin.

- I want to marry her.

We're engaged.

Do officers address

a passenger in that manner?

Report to my quarters at once.

Go to your cabin.

I had said I was glad,

and I was glad.

He defied my mother

and put me on a throne.

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