The Innocents Page #2

Really, I'm glad.

Oh, do please come in.

Thank you.

You're very kind.

- Oh!

- Now, I expect you'd like a cup of tea.

- Thank you.

- But not you, Miss Flora.

Now, you know you're not allowed

in the house with that toad or turtle...

or whatever it is.

- Go on. Run along. Off you go.

- Oh, all right.

I had no idea.

I never imagined-

Oh, I'm so sorry.

That's all right, miss.

It's always happening.

I never imagined

it would be so beautiful.

Well, we do our best.

Though half the rooms are empty now-

locked and empty.

All the same, it's too big,

a job to keep clean.

But what I always say is,

it's a heaven for children.

Oh, yes, a heaven!

And what an enchanting child

she is.

There's not another like her.

Though, mind you, she has her ways.

You have your work cut out.

I don't doubt.

But she seems-

Well, she certainly looks angelic.

Well, she is too.

But she does like to wander,

to go off by herself.

- We're always hunting her.

- Oh, yes. I heard you.

Just now, as I was coming through the garden,

I heard you call her name.

Oh, not me, miss.

Perhaps it was Anna or Cook.

Well, someone.

Sit down, miss,

and have your tea.

Mmm, it'll be dark in here soon.

I'll get Anna

to bring some lamps.

Miss Giddens?

[ Whispers ]

Miss Giddens! Has she gone?

Yes, for the moment.

You don't mind Rupert sharing a bit

of your cake, now, do you?

Watch out.

He'll grow too fat to fit your pocket.

- I have a pony too.

- Oh.

He isn't really mine.

He belongs to Miles.

Miles is my brother, you know.

He's away at school.

You must miss him very much.

Well, he'll be coming home soon.

Not, I should think,

until the holidays.

Time you went upstairs and got ready

for your bath, Miss Flora.

Promise, now, you won't go away.

I expect to be here

for a very long time.

And to think what qualms I had.

I was so afraid.

- Afraid, miss?

- I couldn't make up my mind.

Should I accept this post,

or shouldn't I?

Well, miss, I'm sure

I'm very glad you did.

After all,

I didn't have much choice.

Their uncle is most persuasive.

[ Laughing ]

And don't I know it.

Many's the time

he's worked his magic on me.

Even when he was a boy

he could twist you around his finger...

and the children

are the same way.

He doesn't come down here

very often?

Well, he likes the town life.

He always was

a very popular gentleman.

And what's the good

of being popular down here...

with only the children

and the pigeons and me?

- Mrs. Grose?

- Yes, miss?

- What was she like?

- Who, miss?

The other governess.

The one who died.

Who, Miss Jessel?

Oh, she was a young woman.

Some thought her pretty,

and, well, I suppose she was.

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