Alex & Emma Page #4

If you could type and I could write,

that would be really terrific.

I thought that's what we were doing.

Adam found himself seated

next to a man named John Shaw.

A man who had the uncanny ability to

make a two-hour train ride seem like 10.

I've been summering in Saint Charles

since I was a boy.

It would be my second home

if I didn't own three others.

Shaw was a short, round man in his 50s.

The word "second"

was said with a whistle...

as his breath escaped between the space

separating his two front teeth.

I hate it when they do that.

- Who? What?

- You. Authors.

You use a name like John Shaw,

and I picture in my mind thin...

with a stylish mustache.

When you finally describe him, he's this

fat old fart with a hole in his teeth.

You remember the part

about you type and I write?

We really have to adhere to that,

Miss Dinsmore.

You're the author. You're God.

You can create

whatever comes into your head.

Characters we like

or characters who make us...

want to shut the book

and never open it again.

Shaw was a slight man

with a thick blond...

- Thin black.

- Thin, black moustache.

Who's this family you're to tutor?

Saint Charles is a small island.

I'm sure I know them.

They're from Paris.

A divorcee and her two children...

an 8-year-old boy, Andre,

and a 6-year-old girl, Michele.

- The mother's name is...

- Polina Delacroix?

Why, yes.

Would you care to join me for some tea

in the dining car?

All right.

Madame Delacroix seemed very charming

in her correspondence.

She is. And quite the little trooper, too...

putting on such a brave face

under the circumstances.

The circumstances?

The family is in desperate financial straits.

If it weren't for a wealthy grandmother

in Paris...

who's dying, they'd have no hope at all.

Are you certain? Because from

their correspondence they seemed like...

It's a facade. It's all a facade.

But don't worry,

she has enough to pay you.

How can you be so sure?

Because I am returning just now with

a bank draft from my personal account...

which will provide her with enough to

cover her expenses through the summer.

She asked you for a loan?

We're calling it a loan,

but it really doesn't matter.

I intend to ask her to marry me

by summer's end.

Why did you do that?

- What? Why did I do what?

- Don't you think it's kind of coincidental...

that Adam just happens to plop down

next to his employer's fiance?

If it makes you feel any better...

I didn't know Shaw was the fiance

when Adam plopped.

What do you mean you didn't know?

How could you not know?

I wanted Adam to learn from Shaw...

that the Delacroix family

was almost broke...

and desperately waiting

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