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Well, sometimes.

Of course, I don't suppose a

rolling boat bothers you much.

Oh no.

Miss Pommesby says she's

seen your Seahawk.

She's my guardian. She's been

with me ever since I left school.

You'll meet her later.

Will I?

By the way, do you swim?

Yes.

Like to? I was just going in.

Well, I ..

There's suits in the dressing room.

Right through that door there.

Oh.

Thanks.

Right across the passage.

Pommesby, I ..

What did he say?

Oh nothing much.

What?

Well, he hasn't had time yet.

I just came in to tell you that

I asked him to go for a swim.

Well, I thought the cold water might

knock the shyness out of him.

Well, I suppose it's alright.

Pommesby, who did you

say his people were?

His father was a banker, before

the crash. Back Bay, Boston.

They are as old as the Adams family,

Well, he's he first human

I have met in months.

Oh, really.

Cigarette?

Thank you.

Say, Miss Appleby is sort-of

nuts about boats, isn't she?

I couldn't say, sir.

Gee, I wish I knew more about

them. I could draw her out.

If I can be any help.

No, I doubt I can draw her out anyway.

Did you find something to fit you?

Yes.

Swell.

Let's duck, shall we.

Alright. If you think there is enough

room in there for both of us.

Just about.

Come on.

It's almost better than taking a bath.

Not quite. There is a slight difference.

Why not swim in the pool the boat is in?

Much more room and no sharks.

It's better here. Cold out there.

It won't be next month.

You here that long?

I hope so.

How about a little sun?

Okay,

You know.

I wish you'd been on

the Riviera when I was.

Well, I don't.

You know, I never had very much fun.

What, with a boat like this?

Oh this ..

You'd like a nice big battleship, huh?

You haven't an extra

rowboat have you?

Yes I have, and a couple of

oars and a great big ocean.

It's alright until somebody

rocks the boat.

The last time I pushed

a man into a pool.

I had to pull him out.

He was some funny little French Duke.

Oh, you don't push Dukes in the water.

You marry them.

Any American heiress knows that.

That's what he wanted me to do.

That's why I pushed him in.

Well, I'm not a duke and I

don't want to marry you.

You're just eccentric.

Well.

As long as I'm about to drown you.

I might as well prepare your epitaph.

What is your first name?

John as in Johnson.

Well Mr Johnny Cliff Horton-Jones.

You are about to get the worst ..

Hey.

Where do you get that

Cliff Horton-Jones stuff?

You brought it with you.

What do you mean?

You are fooling, aren't you?

No.

Aren't you Johnny Cliff Horton-Jones?

No .. just "Jones".

Well, didn't you come

here to sell a boat?

No.

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