The Clouded Yellow Page #2

I'm sure I shall.

If you don't mind my saying so...

you hardly seem to be the sort of man that would...

Want to catalogue butterflies?

Well, yes.

Of course you made it quite clear in your letter

that you're not interested in butterflies...

But I can't help wondering

what attracted you to the job.

Your references were really excellent.

They did make it clear to you

that it was only temporary, didn't they?

Yes, they did, Sir.

Well, it's simply that I got rather tired

of people and cities, and...

The thought of 2 or 3 months doing something

quiet and peaceful in the country...

...seemed to me just what I wanted.

Oh yes...I understand.

A convalescence of the mind.

Peace... that's what we all strive for,

don't we?

I well understand.

I hope you'll be happy.

Thank you, Sir.

We're very quiet here...

there's just my wife and myself...

...and my wife's niece.

I feel there's something

I ought to tell you about Sophie.

Your wife's niece?

Yes... we're her guardians.

She's not had a very happy life...

...and you may find her

a little strange in certain respects.

I thought I'd just tell you that...

She's a sweet child,

but she's very highly strung...

...and she isn't always quite reasonable

in the things she says...

But Jess, my wife, understands her.

Now, please don't think too much about it

but I thought I'd let you know.

I'll remember, Sir.

Well, that's that!

Tea will be a little late today...

My wife always goes down to Tapgrove

on Tuesdays and Fridays...

So it'll be 5 o'clock instead of 4.30.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

If there's anything you want...

you will ring, won't you?

I can't promise that Addie will answer the bell,

but it's always worth trying.

5 o'clock downstairs...

I'll see you then.

Fine!..Thank you, Sir.

I'm sorry!

I'm very sorry...I thought

you'd gone down to the village.

I don't...

Who are you?

My name's Somers.

David Somers.

Are you the one who's going to do

the butterflies for Nicholas?

That's right.

You must be Mrs Fenton'd niece.

Yes.

How do you do?

How do you do?

You play very well, Miss Sophie.

Do I?

Jess hates me to play.

I thought you were Jess,

when you came in.

I see.

Are you a doctor?

Oh, no...I'm not a doctor.

Then you haven't come here

to explain to me...

...that I get things muddled

and wrong?

No... I've come to help

with the butterflies.

That's what Jess said.

Well, it's true.

There WAS a doctor who came here

once before.

Oh, yes?

You think I'm very foolish, don't you?

No! I don't.

They asked me down to tea...

Can you tell me where they have it?

On the terrace.

Thank you.

I'm sorry I disturbed your playing.

Jess is back...

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