The Young in Heart Page #3

Well, nobody asked you

to chase me about.

You're a daft

and undependable female.

Don't you dare judge me

that way, Duncan Macrae.

Stand still and listen to me.

We're going to be married

to each other.

We're not going to be

married to each other.

I don't care if your father

does cheat at cards.

- I forgive you.

- You forgive me?

Your brother's

a worthless fortune hunter,

but I forgive you because you're

only daft, and I can cure you.

You can't cure me. I mean...

I'm just as worthless as they are.

You're not. You're a good girl,

and you promised to marry me.

- Yes. And you know why?

- Why?

Because if Richard married Adela,

we would've had $3 million, and we all

could've lived on it. That's why.

- You're hysterical, woman.

- I'm not hysterical. L...

l... I'm just hungry.

Oh, I'm... I'm very sorry.

Come along. I'll get you some dinner.

All right. I'll go get

Marmy and Sahib and Richard...

What?!

Dine with that family?

I wouldn't be seen dead with them.

And I wouldn't be seen

dead with you,

even if I were starving.

All right, you don't have to.

All right. Well,

don't follow me about.

- Just go away and leave me alone.

- Aye, once and for all.

Won't you come in?

It's... it's Ionely at night,

isn't it?

Yes.

I don't like

to see night come. Do you?

Well, I don't think I ever notice.

You're so young.

When you're old,

night comes too soon.

Always.

You seem troubled.

- It's my mother.

- Oh.

She had to have an operation.

Oh, my dear. Tell me.

Well, she's so tired,

and the train's so crowded,

there's no room for her to lie down.

You see, we're second class.

And here I am alone

in this whole compartment.

Oh, you must bring her here.

- Could I?

- Of course.

It's all been rather difficult.

I mean, with the Sahib too.

That's my father.

He can't help much. He was gassed,

you know, in the War.

Oh, you must bring him too.

- Oh, may I really?

- Of course.

It's awfully good of you.

Oh, it's good of you

to trust me.

It's so rarely we have the privilege

of helping one another.

You try to look hungry, Rick.

She may take the hint.

You mean to say

I don't look hungry?

Oh, dear, what kind of

an operation did I have?

Any kind you like,

but don't offer to show the scar.

Don't you think Marmy ought to

lean on me? It makes me nicer.

All right. And you were gassed

in the War, you know, Sahib.

I imagine I sort of wheeze.

Here we are.

Now, don't overplay

your hands, any of you.

Trust me, my dear.

Oh... oh, how kind you are.

I don't know you, do I?

I'm a new friend.

My name is Fortune...

Miss Ellen Fortune.

Miss Fortune?

Silly name, isn't it?

Everybody makes jokes

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