Beat the Devil Page #7

in honor of?

Oh...just wanted to have

a little talk with you.

Okay, but make it fast.

Fast. Heh.

I give you my word, Billy. I-

I give you my word.

I'll feel to you like, uh-

Like an older brother.

Oh, it's not so much

the difference of age.

It's, uh-

It's probably-

Yes, the reason is because-

'Cause I come from a culture

which is so much older

than yours.

In my country a child,

is older in his heart

than you will be at-

At- At 60.

It smokes. It drinks.

It philosophizes.

At this rate, I'll be 60

before you get to the point.

The point-

The point is that-

That Peterson,

Ravello and myself,

we are the principals

in this case.

We are in with the money.

We cannot switch around

and turn and-

But an agent,

it's easy to imagine

that he could conceivably-

Doesn't feel himself quite

as irrevocably committed as-

As, uh, Peterson or...

We're fellow passengers,

I believe.

Not quite yet,

would you say?

Too sadly true.

By any chance you-

You don't happen to have seen

your Mr. Dannreuther about?

I don't think

Billy's up yet.

It's not 11.

He's rather a late riser.

But he said- He said-

Well, anyway...

I shouldn't put too much stock

in what Billy says,

particularly

when he's had a few drinks.

Not that he means

to break his word,

he just forgets

that he's given it.

Charm and dependability

so seldom go in one package.

There are exceptions,

of course.

Your husband, I imagine,

from his manner

and behavior, is one.

Oh, yes, very-

Well, quite, I mean.

I'm looking forward

to meeting your husband

and having a chat

about Africa.

By all means.

I understand

he's in coffee.

You make it sound

like a total immersion.

The part of Africa

we're going to

is due for some

pretty important changes.

In my opinion, things

will be booming out there

before you can say

"Jack Robinson."

I do hope there won't be

too many changes.

It's completely unspoiled,

I hear,

with some of the loveliest

scenery in the world.

I can't imagine anything more

lovely in the way of scenery

than to have

a few acres of gold

and diamonds cropping up

on a piece of land

I'd bought for a song.

Heaven forbid.

The next thing there'd be

big ugly holes everywhere

and great horrid machines

instead of, uh, lovely scenery.

Anyway, I- I don't think

my husband worries much

about money and business,

that sort of thing.

Really?

I mean, to appreciate

my husband's point of view,

one has to understand

his background.

Those lawns,

hundreds of years in the making.

Those immemorial elms.

Those walls hung

with family portraits,

generations of them.

Those great echoing galleries

where so much of English history

has been made.

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