The Heiress Page #3

Erm...

Are you going to remain

in New York now, Mr. Townsend?

What a delightful question.

Well, I haven't been at all sure

what I was going to do.

But right now, I've decided.

Yes, Miss Sloper,

I am going to remain in New York now.

Are you warm?

- Let me get you some claret cup.

- Oh, no!

Are you a member

of the Temperance League?

- Er, yes, I believe I am.

- Oh.

Well, I'm not.

Will you excuse me for a moment?

Oh, Mr. Abeel,

I can't keep this up any longer!

I must rest.

Catherine, dear,

your old aunty is exhausted.

Finish this delightful polka, dear.

- Mr. Abeel is an accomplished dancer.

- Well, I...

It would be a pleasure,

Miss Sloper.

Mr. Townsend,

are you looking for my niece?

Yes. She must have been ambushed.

- Will you console me?

- She'll be back in a moment.

This is the sixth dance in a row.

Now, he just can't keep it up.

You know, I can dance most of these

young whippersnappers off their feet.

Lavinia.

Austin, may I present

Mr. Morris Townsend?

- Mr. Townsend, my brother, Dr. Sloper.

- I've looked forward to meeting you.

- I'm honored.

- Thank you.

- Have you had a nice time?

- I've had a most wonderful evening.

And we had difficulty persuading her

to come.

The gentlemen here all owe you

a vote of thanks, Doctor.

I'll be ready very soon.

Will you tell Catherine?

- It's the best part of the evening.

- It really is, Austin.

Ah, but you're used to those

gay nights at the parsonage.

I, alas, must be an early riser.

- Good night, Mr. Townsend.

- Good night, sir.

Oh, Catherine, I have bad news.

We're leaving.

Yes, Aunt.

- Where is Mr. Abeel?

- He's having a nosebleed.

Oh, dear!

- Good night, Mr. Townsend.

- Good night, Mrs. Penniman.

I wish to apologize, sir.

You should, Miss Sloper.

Had Mr. Abeel kept his health,

I should've invited him out

with sabers.

Well, I...

I must get my wrap.

- I, er, I've just met your father.

- Yes, I saw.

He left before I could ask him

when I might call.

His office hours are in the morning.

Are you not well, Mr. Townsend?

I'm in the best of health.

I wish to call on you.

Oh!

Oh.

- Good morning, Mr. Townsend.

- Good morning.

- Miss Sloper's not at home, sir.

- She isn't?

Why, Mr. Townsend!

- Good morning, Miss Penniman.

- Do come in.

I stopped by because Miss Sloper

told me she'd be home this morning.

- Is she really out?

- Oh, yes.

She has taken flight

at your third visit this week.

- I wonder why.

- Ooh, I cannot betray a confidence.

- You must ask her that.

- When?

Well...

- I know she won't be long.

- Thank you, ma'am.

The parsonage

was a veritable beehive

with our spelling matches,

taffy pulls.

Oh, and in the winter, the sleigh

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