The Old Dark House Page #2

There are stables behind the house. Morgan chaperone.

Thank you very much.

I'm going to go out and bring the suitcases. Well.

No beds! They can not have beds!

-Vaya Storm! -Of Good we got rid.

Hope you're right, this house gives me the creeps, not to mention its inhabitants.

It's still better than driving by invisible roads.

At least there is a roof and a bonfire.

And now, Mr. Penderel, will accompany me with a drink?

Mr. Femm obviously I'll join you.

Is gin alone, you know? Only gin. I like gin.

Miss. Waverton?

Thank you very much.

Mr. Penderel, drink to something that does not appreciate you. Still so young.

I drink to the illusion!

Illusion? Oh! I'm at the best age to drink to that, Mr. Femm.

I guess you are one of those gentlemen, shall we say, hardened by war?

Right, Mr. Femm. War generation, dirty, bitter, forgotten,

and this, Mr. Femm, is an excellent gin.

A horrible night. Looks set to worsen.

Yes, it is fascinating and bad. But certainly not in any danger here.

His sister left him quite clear.

But assuming that we stay in solitary confinement, locked up here ...

Well, it would be a hassle for you. Having stayed.

But it's terrible. How can you be so calm? Seems not to understand.

We may be incommunicado. Enclosed in this house!

I'm afraid I'm a little nervous. I am a very nervous man.

But the fact is that Morgan is an animal. Sometimes he drinks too much.

A night like this could induce him to drink,

and once you're drunk, it's really dangerous.

I do not want to alarm you, Miss. Waverton, but do not know what we should do.

Well I know what I'll do. That if Mrs. Femm let me.

What?

I am very wet and would be very grateful if you could change clothes.

What?

I was wondering if I could change.

Appears wet. You better go. To change.

Thank you. Good idea. Is there any room or something?

A dreadful night.

What?

I mean making a dreadful night.

Yes, an old house. Very old.

Very kind of you to let us stay. 'What?

I say it's you. Really friendly!

Yes, it makes a dreadful night. I'm a little deaf.

I understand.

Yes. No beds!

Not have these electric lights. Neither have.

Thank you very much. Now I can fix myself.

My sister Rachel had once this room. He died at age 21.

She was a naughty.

Graceful and wild as a hawk. All young people were after him.

With her red lips, her eyes wide and her white neck. But that did not save her.

He fell from his horse during a hunt. Spine was damaged.

He remained in this bed ... month after month.

I spent a lot of time sitting here and listening to screaming.

What horror.

I used to beg ... to kill her. He had said that out to the Lord.

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