A Bill of Divorcement Page #4

I really think I'll go

and meet your mother.

- No. You're to stay here.

- Very well.

- I'll do as I like about that.

- I'll not let you right now!

- I'll frighten her?

- You will realise what a

shock would do to her.

I never knew anyone

will die of joy.

Father you don't understand.

- You and mother are...

- This is nothing to do with you.

- But you mustn't!

- I tell you I won't be hecked !

I can't stand it!

I've had enough of it!

- I had enough of it!

- Don't you talk to mother like that!

Meg understands!

So do I understand.

I believe you do.

You got wild.

All in a moment.

Thats my way too.

I means nothing

Meg can't see with

it means nothing.

But it makes a man

wild you know

to be browbeat when he is sane...

I am sane!

Thats all over, isn't it?

-I am sane, daughter.

- Father.

Don't let me get the

way I was just now.

Its bad.

Help me go slow

I am as well as you are,

you know...

but its new.

It happened today.

Like a curtain lifting.

- I was standing in the garden...

- I can't just see how you got away.

I was led like Peter

out of prison.

I went through the gates, open.

Their eyes were blinded.

It was sheer luck.

There were some visitors leaving,

and I left along with them,

talking.

Nobody ever spotted me,

heap service,

of them I mean I tried.

But you had no money!

I took the first taxi I saw

and promised him double.

He's at the lower gate

now waiting to be paid.

- Father!

- Your mother will see to it.

- Thats him.

I expect he got tired waiting.

- No. That will be mother.

- You stay here. You must let me...

- Daughter! Is that your mother?

Give me a minute.

Give me a minute!

Whose taxi?

- Hilary!

- Meg!

Eres Meg?

Is it Meg.

Meg I've come home

- Sydney!

- Its all right mother.

Meg, I'm well.

I'm well, Meg!

It came over me

like a lantern fly,

like a face turning to you.

I was in the garden, lost.

I'll never make

anyone understand.

I was never really like the rest of them.

I was always really sane.

But face was turned away.

- What face?

- The face of God.

- Sydney, is he...?

- Its all right mother.

He's come to himself.

So...

- What am I to do?

- Whats that?

I...

I...

You don't say a word.

Aren't you glad to see me.

Ofcourse.

I'm glad...

Your poor Hilary!

If you only knew what it

was like to say to myself:

"I'm home!"

That place...

Forbid that was a bit comfort.

It was hell.

- Hell.

- They were good to you?

- Good enough.

- They didn't...

- ill treat you?

- Mother you know you

did the very best.

I fit had been heaven,

Wwhat difference does it make?

I was a dead man.

Do you know what the

dead do in heaven?

They sit on their golden

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