The Keys of the Kingdom Page #2

First thing you know, we'll be standing

here talking, and you'll miss the train.

And so it's good-bye again.

But it'll be Christmas

before we know it, and I'll be here.

- And go away again.

- For the last time ever.

I'll be graduated in June.

Angus is going on from Holywell

to the seminary.

I'll wish him the best of luck

and come home to you.

- And then-

- And then?

- What is it?

- Nothing.

Tell me.

- You won't come home to me.

- Nora!

If you do, you'll go away again

to the seminary with Angus.

- Please.

- You're going to become a priest, Francis.

Why won't you get that

out of your mind?

- I can't, any more than you can.

- I love you.

- And you love Polly too.

- Of course I do, but-

She just lives for the day

you become a priest.

It's all she talks about

and dreams about and prays for.

It's the reason you went to school

with Angus instead of Willie...

because Holywell

is a Catholic college.

I'm sure Aunt Polly would be very happy

if I were to become a priest.

In fact, I know she would.

But there isn't a chance of it.

How could there be when I feel

about you the way I do?

How strong will your feelings be when they come

up against what Polly wants more than anything?

She's had her way with you. She's wrapped

you around her finger since I can remember.

You're not being

very fair to her, are you?

No, I suppose not.

Well, why don't you

just wait and see?

I'll try.

But sometimes I get so afraid...

and so lonely.

- [Train Whistle Blows]

- [Polly] Francis!

Francie.

Francis, how could you wait until

the last second to say good-bye to me...

when there's so much

I had to say to you?

I'm sorry, Aunt Polly, but there

was a lot I had to say to Nora too.

- It's been wonderful to be home.

- Take care of yourself.

- Write to me often and study hard.

- Of course I will.

- Francis! You've got the tickets. Come on.

- Be right with you, Angus.

Good-bye, Ned. Thanks for everything.

Take good care of Aunt Polly.

- I'll do that.

- Good-bye, Willie.

Good luck on your med studies,

and write to me.

Francie, you'll get the next heart

I dissect as a valentine.

- [Whistle Blows]

- Good-bye, dear.

Well, now, I'm not going off

to the salt mines in Siberia.

[Whistle Blows]

- Good-bye, Nora.

- Good-bye, Francis.

- Come on. The train will be

starting in just a minute.

- You'll miss the train.

- Is everything there, Angus?

- Yes.

Let me know if you want

anything, Francis! Good-bye!

Bye, Nora. Bye, Aunt Polly.

Bye, Ned.

Bye. Have a nice trip.

- Bye!

- Wait a minute. I forgot my present for Angus.

Something for those cold nights

at Holywell.

Are you sure

you can part with it?

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