The Lady Vanishes Page #2

The fellow's an ignoramus.

Mr Seltzer, at last your call's

come through to London.

Hello! Hello!

Thank you, waiter.

-What about a grilled steak?

-Good idea.

-Well done for me, please.

-On the red side for me.

These people have a passion

for repeating themselves.

l beg your pardon.

He's trying to explain that due to the

number of visitors, there's no food.

No food? What sort of a place is this?

They expect us to share a dog box...

with a servant on an empty stomach?

ls that hospitality and organisation?

Thank you.

-l'm hungry.

-No wonder they have revolutions.

You're welcome to the cheese. lt's

not steak but it's rich in vitamins.

Thank you.

We're not accustomed to

catering to so many people.

Bandrika is one of

Europe's undiscovered corners.

Perhaps there's nothing

to discover.

You may not know it as well as me.

Leaving makes me quite miserable.

-After you with that cheese, please!

-Certainly. You're going home?

Tomorrow. My charges are grown up.

l'm a governess and a music teacher.

ln the 6 years that l've lived here,

l've grown to love it.

Especially the mountains. l think that

they are like very friendly neighbours.

The father and mother mountains

with their white snow hats...

and their nephews and

nieces, with smaller hats.

Right down to their tiniest hillock

without any hat at all.

-Of course, that's just my fancy.

-Really?

l like to watch them from my bedroom

every night when there's a moon.

l'm so glad there's a moon tonight.

Do you hear that music?

Everyone sings here. The people are

just like happy children...

with laughter on their lips

and music in their hearts.

lt's not reflected in their politics.

You shouldn't judge

any country by its politics.

We English are quite honest by

nature. You'll excuse me if l run away?

-Good night, good night.

-Good night.

Queer sort of bird.

-Trifle whimsical, l thought.

-After 6 years, we'd be whimsical.

l don't think so. She was very decent

about that cheese.

l see she's finished

the pickles.

Good night, lris. Listen,

someone's serenading.

Let him. Nothing will keep me

awake tonight. Good night.

-What's happening? An earthquake?

-That wouldn't account for the music.

-What a noise. What can they be doing?

-l don't know but l'll soon find out.

Hello.

Musical country this.

l feel quite sorry for that poor singer

outside having to compete with this.

Boris?

Miss Henderson speaking.

Someone upstairs is playing

musical chairs with an elephant.

Move one of them out.

l need to sleep.

-That'll settle it.

-Thank you.

Some people have no consideration,

which makes life more difficult.

Don't you think?

Good night.

You'll be going back

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