The Vampire Lovers Page #2

- Yeah.

- Anyone hurt?

- Steady. Steady, boy.

My niece.

My house is nearby.

You must rest awhile.

No, my journey is imperative.

- Quick, quick. Fool.

- Father.

She's very shocked.

We must take her home with us.

I cannot. My brother is dying.

I cannot delay.

My name is Morton.

If I may be allowed to suggest

your niece...

Carmilla.

Carmilla would be

welcome to stay with us

- while you continue your journey.

- No, it is impossible!

My daughter

would be grateful for the company.

You are too kind.

You're to stay with us!

I can't say it.

The eyebrow.

German is so difficult.

- But you must try.

- I'll try tomorrow.

All right. Get ready for dinner.

- Your father will be home soon.

- Yes.

- Who is it?

- It's me, Emma.

Oh, do come in!

Those dresses, aren't they beautiful!

- You may wear one if you want to.

- May I really?

Emma, hand me

that towel over there please.

Yes.

Thank you.

Your dress is very pretty

but it's for a country girl.

In town you must be more sophisticated.

You must take everything off!

Try it once.

- All right.

- You can't put it over a bodice,

it ruins the shape.

I've never worn anything like this.

I feel so daring.

What would my father say?

He will appreciate it, like all men.

- But I think it will be too big.

- It's not, I'm sure it's not.

I'll show you.

Look, Carmilla.

What did I tell you?

- Take the other dress I have.

- No!

It's too small for me.

Yes, you must.

Take the other dress!

- I want you to.

- No!

- I say, take the other dress!

- No!

- Yes!

- No!

- Good evening, Mr. Morton.

- Good evening.

You look quite lovely.

Thank you.

- Red or white, miss?

- Red, please.

Emma, dear, what is it?

What's the matter?

- I must have dreamed.

- Dreamed what?

A great cat, it was there.

It was a nightmare.

No! My eyes were open,

I swear I saw it.

It was gray and big as a wolf.

It had enormous eyes.

All the better to see you with.

Don't laugh at me.

I'm sorry.

I was only joking to make you feel better.

But you must be rational.

Either you had a nightmare

or you were awake and saw a cat.

A big cat! Gray!

It's all right. Look, it's only Gustav.

You're very bad, Gustav.

Emma was terrified of you.

But Mademoiselle Perrodot,

it wasn't Gustav.

It was a big cat! Gray!

Shall I make Gustav

big and gray for you?

There you are. You see?

Don't let your imagination

get the better of you.

I'm sorry.

- Will you sleep now?

- I'll try.

Good.

Trouble with this part of the world is

they have too many fairy tales.

I've let Emma sleep on.

She had a bad nightmare again.

It's beginning to worry me.

She has them every night now.

She's so pale and listless.

I think she must be fretting over Laura.

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