Madeleine Page #3

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- It would.

- Then it shall be our secret.

Thank you. You're very kind.

It's not very difficult, Miss Madeleine.

Shall we ride home?

- Mrs. Jenkins?

MRS JENKINS:
Is that you, Mr. L'Angelier?

- Is there a letter for me?

- Uh-huh.

- Where?

- Mr. Thuau took it upstairs.

MAN:
Come in.

- Ou est ma lettre?

- Ah-ha! Bonsoir.

- Mon ami, ou est ma lettre?

- Dans votre chambre.

- Merci. Bonsoir.

- Bonsoir.

Hm.

- Ah.

- Look.

Mm, she's very attractive.

(Knock on door)

- Come in.

Did Mr. L'Angelier get it?

Oh, I see he did.

I've got your chitterlings, Mr. Thuau.

Ah, delicious. Emile? Chitterlings.

- Mr. L'Angelier?

- Yes?

You haven't forgotten

that it's the end of the week again?

Oh... no.

- You know, that'll make three weeks

altogether. - Yes.

- I don't like mentioning these things.

- I will pay you tomorrow.

Thank you.

(Door closes)

- Do you mean it?

Why shouldn't I mean it?

I seem to remember a little item

of a new suit to be paid for.

There is such a thing

as keeping up appearances.

There is such a thing as paying

the rent too.

Rent.

Is all well at Blythswood Square?

The family have moved

to their house in the country.

That, if I may say so,

is the best thing that could happen.

Why?

Why? Because if the enchantress is out of town,

you might conceivably come to your senses.

Mrs. Jenkins might even get the rent.

If you think it makes a difference

whether Madeleine is here or in the country,

you're mistaken.

We love each other.

We are going to be married.

Hm. Does Mr. Smith know that?

No, but he will be acquainted with the fact

as soon as I can be formally introduced.

And when will that be?

Very soon.

In fact, I'm taking the steamer

for Rhu this evening.

"This, then, was the melancholy state

in which Sir Marcus found himself:

alone, bereft both of the kindly sights

and sounds of nature

and of the cheering company

of a fellow human being,

he was near to abandoning himself

to complete despair... "

(Ship's horn in distance)

JANET:
Well, it's only the steamer. Go on.

MOTHER:

I hope Mr. Minnoch reached his home safely.

He went by rail, my dear, not steamer.

How stupid of me.

Continue, Madeleine.

I'm sorry I interrupted.

Hey, what time is the last boat from here

back to the city tonight?

17 minutes after ten, sir.

- The last one?

- Aye.

- And the first in the morning?

- Half-past five, sir.

Thank you.

"So saying, he gazed long and earnestly

into the old man's eyes

and then turned and strode away.

He crossed the bridge

without a backward glance

and vanished in the conifers

of the forest."

- That is the end of the chapter, Papa.

- Thank you, Madeleine.

- You read well.

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