Rebecca Page #3

where I was born...

and have lived in all my life.

But now, I don't suppose

I shall ever see it again.

We're lucky not to be home

during the bad weather, aren't we?

Hmm.

I can't ever remember enjoying swimming

in England untilJune, can you?

The water's so warm here

that I could stay in all day.

There's a dangerous undertow, and

there was a man drowned here last year.

I never have any fear

of drowning, have you?

Come, I'll take you home.

Oh, yes. I know Mr. De Winter well.

I knew his wife too.

Before she married, she was the

beautiful Rebecca Hildreth, you know.

She was drowned, poor dear,

while she was sailing near Manderley.

He never talks about it,

of course, but he's a broken man.

I suppose I'd better have it.

Wretched stuff!

Give me a chocolate, quick!

Oh, there you are.

It's about time.

Hurry up.

I want to play some rummy.

She was the beautiful Rebecca Hildreth,

you know.

They say he simply adored her.

She was the beautiful

Rebecca Hildreth, you know.

I suppose he just can't

get over his wife's death.

She was the beautiful

Rebecca Hildreth, you know.

But he's a broken man.

- Bonjour.

- Well, where are you going?

- Oh, I thought I'd take a tennis lesson.

- I see.

I suppose you've had a look at the pro,

and he's desperately handsome...

and you've conceived

a schoolgirl crush on him.

All right, go ahead.

Make the most of it.

- Off duty?

- Oh, yes.

Mrs. Van Hopper's cold has turned

into flu, so she's got a trained nurse.

- I'm sorry for the nurse.

You keen on tennis?

- No, not particularly.

That's good.

We'll go for a drive.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Van Hopper.

How are you feeling?

You got on rather well with him,

didn't you?

That pro must have been

teaching you other things than tennis.

Hurry up.

I want you to make some calls.

I wonder if Mr. De Winter

is still in the hotel.

May I go now?

For the number of lessons you've had,

you ought to be ready for Wimbledon.

But this will be your last,

so make the most of it.

The trouble is, with me laid up

like this, you haven't had enough to do.

But I'm getting rid of that nurse today,

and from now on

you'll stick to your job.

Yes, Mrs. Van Hopper.

- Nurse!

- Yes, Mrs. Van Hopper?

Are you absolutely sure you left

those messages for Mr. De Winter?

- Why, yes, madame.

- I simply can't believe it.

He would most certainly

have called me back.

Oh, well. Poor boy.

I simply hate to see him so alone.

You know, I, I wish there

could be an invention...

that bottled up the memory

like perfume.

And it never faded,

never got stale.

Then whenever I wanted to,

I could uncork the bottle...

and live the memory

all over again.

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