Peter Ibbetson Page #4

Rather!

I knew you was English,

I've been watching you

sittin' over there.

Look, I'll be through

my turn here, in a bit.

Wait for me?

Why not?

Really?

That wouldn't be

half nice.

Oh.

Well, that's funny.

What's the matter with them?

Oh, I don't know.

Nothing I suppose.

They're just not like...

Well, like you.

Oh, like me.

There never was anybody

quite like me.

Oh, now,

you don't pull my leg.

All right, I won't.

No. I know you won't.

You don't even know

if I have any.

No legs?

You're an odd one.

You don't care if

I have any, do you?

Oh, yes.

Oh, no, you don't.

Do you?

Oh, yes, l... I do.

Who is she?

Who is who?

The lady.

There is no lady.

Oh, come off it, now.

A young man like you

wouldn't be feeling

the way you do,

if there wasn't a lady

mixed up in it.

There is no lady.

I... I wish there were.

What then?

Nothing.

You want some wine?

Yes.

Why does everyone

ask that question?

Oh, you know,

you don't need to grouse

over it.

All I asked was...

Now I really...

I'm not grousing.

It's all right.

Forget it, please.

All right.

What do you see?

Crick!

Wait a minute!

Monsieur Gogo.

Crick!

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

Come on, finish your wine.

Why?

We're going down the street.

Garcon!

Where?

The house where

I used to live.

Come on, let's go

and see if it's still there.

All right.

You're a queer one.

All the places to go in Paris,

and you hustle me out

into the country.

Come on. Here it is.

Are you sure?

Sure?

Is this where you lived?

Yes, here.

Oh, it's a bit run down,

isn't it?

And she lived there.

Who's she?

Oh, look.

The kid I played...

Peter, a swing! Oh!

Come on, Peter, swing me.

I haven't had a swing since...

Hey, look.

Whee!

It was... it was right here.

The wagon.

Hmm. I wish I could

show you that wagon.

Maybe you think

you've seen wagons, but...

Whee!

I want to tell you

it was the craziest...

Oh, Peter, swing me.

You should have seen

the boards.

They were...

well, they were boards,

I suppose, and...

and it had some wheels.

Yes, it certainly had wheels.

They went round

and the thing moved.

Peter, come on.

The bench.

We crawled under there.

Yes, we certainly did.

Hello.

There he is, sir.

Peter!

How do you do, Mr. Slade?

Peter, I'm sorry to write

and break into your holiday,

but I knew

you wouldn't fail me.

No, sir.

And, I hope you're rested

for you've some more

traveling to do.

Yes?

To Yorkshire.

Oh, you've heard, no doubt,

of the Duke of Towers?

Oh, yes.

Yes.

At the Duke's

place in Yorkshire,

he has decided to tear down

the old stables

and replace them

with new ones.

So you must go on

the train at once.

Very well,

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