Castle of Blood Page #3

- Look.

- What?

- The painting.

Once again the candlelight

has played tricks with me.

Tricks?

A simple optical illusion.

The portrait of your ancestor

looked to me

like a living image.

Julia doesn't belong

to the Blackwood family.

And what's more, she's my age.

Forgive me, I keep saying

stupid things.

Please offer my excuses

to Lady Julia,

though I don't have the honour

of knowing her.

I'm sure you'll know her soon.

I found it on the ground

in the stable.

- I brought it up, thinking that...

I've been looking for it for a long time.

I had lost it.

Strange! I was expecting

to spend a terrifying night

and I find myself

in such charming company.

If you're referring to me,

you won't be disappointed.

I don't disappoint

people I like...

And I like you.

But Julia is very mistrustful,

especially toward men.

Here we are.

Here things are a little more in order.

I have no servants anymore,

and I've neglected the ground floor.

But these rooms are still pleasant.

Come close to me, Alan.

Tell me about the world outside,

and tell me about yourself.

There's nothing new in London.

Fog, boredom,

and eternal traditions.

You see, London hasn't changed.

You haven't missed anything

by staying in this castle.

It's we Londoners who have been deprived

of the pleasure of admiring your charm

and your beauty.

You are very nice,

and you have the an

of making yourself agreeable

in a woman's eyes.

I say what I think.

It's not a compliment.

It's been a long time

since I felt myself so much a woman.

You wanted me

to speak of myself, too.

I am poor, a bachelor,

and without family.

I'm thirty years old, I'm a journalist,

and I feel terribly alone.

I'm desperately alone, too.

May I join you?

Happy to make your acquaintance.

Elisabeth has told you about me?

She only satisfied my curiosity,

because your portrait interested me.

But you are even more beautiful.

You flatter me.

What did she tell you?

Your name. Only your name.

Should I be grateful,

and thank you for your discretion?

No. It would have been better

if you hadn't come.

Why? Perhaps I'm bothering you?

Not at all. We were talking about London

and about me, before going to bed.

Together, of course.

What are you saying?

Excuse me, I didn't mean to

refer to what Elisabeth was imagining.

I meant at the same time,

- and not in the same bed.

- Stop it!

I, too, wish you a good night

even if it's without her.

I don't understand you.

Don't lie, Alan.

You don't know how to lie.

Who told you my first name?

No one. I heard Elisabeth

say it when I came in.

I'm telling you

for the last time:

stop insulting me, humiliating me,

persecuting me.

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