A Free Soul Page #4

He may say anything.

You're right.

Jan, I'm practically

one of the family now.

Don't worry about me.

Dinner over?

Yes, sir.

Oh, that's too bad.

- Now, I'm sorry. I've made it.

- Dad, where have you been?

Bad thing.

He's disgraced this family for 20 years.

Now, now, now.

There's nothing you can do.

Hello, everybody.

Hello.

Well, you'd think the Ashes

had all blown away.

I want to introduce

my distinguished young friend...

...Mr. Ace Wilfong.

How do you do?

We wanted to congratulate you, Stephen.

- Good work.

- Well, congratulate him. He's alive.

Aha!

Now I'm sorry.

Don't you be cross, now. I

know I'm late, but I'm sorry.

Time got whizzing by, and well, now...

Happy birthday.

It's good to see you again.

I didn't got much of a chance after court.

Won't you come

and meet some of these people?

This is my grandmother.

Mrs. Ashe, Mr. Ace Wilfong.

- My Aunt Helen.

- How do you do?

Mr. Roland.

Oh, yes. We've met before. Howdy.

Oh, yes. So we have, haven't we?

How do you do?

And this is Mr. Winthrop.

Mr. Dwight Winthrop.

Glad everything turned out so well.

Well, can I drop you somewhere?

No, thanks.

- Miss Ashe, I'll run along.

- No, you won't do anything of the kind.

Why, this is absurd.

What's the matter

with all you snobs anyway?

Why, here's a man

who'd be on his way to death...

...if it wasn't for my father.

I think that's a pretty big thing.

We should be grateful

that somebody can do it...

...instead of insulting both of them.

After all, Mr. Wilfong didn't drop in.

Father brought him.

Jan, I don't think

Mr. Wilfong finds this very amusing.

Why not let him float along

if he wants to?

You've had no dinner, have you?

- Not a bite.

- Should we find someplace?

Jan.

Oh, that'll be fine.

Mother, I've met plenty of people in this

room who couldn't even get into my place.

Plenty.

Stephen, don't let your daughter

leave here with this gambler person.

My daughter does as she pleases.

She's free of your picayune blindfold.

Young man, I'm sorry. It's not your fault.

Yours neither, ma'am. A lot of people don't

believe that gag about being born equal.

- Jan, you're not really going.

- And why not?

Jan, I'll tell you why not.

Sorry, my sweet, but you won't. I couldn't

think of standing for anything like this.

When your father's himself, he

realizes notoriety doesn't open my doors.

You're here quite by accident.

Why don't you go?

I've never found out, ma'am,

how to take it on the run.

That makes two of us.

Come on, let's go.

- Good night, Sampson.

Good night, miss.

- Good night, sir.

Good night.

Well, you look like a comic strip.

What's the matter with you? The man

was presented at court, wasn't he? Huh?

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