Madonna of the Seven Moons Page #3

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the dirty trick Millie played on me?

She got stuck on a man and ditched us.

Evelyn and I had to come alone.

We stopped the night in Florence and spent

an hour in the art gallery before coming here.

Oh, but of course!

You don't know Evelyn.

Wait while I give him a shout.

He's wrestling with the suitcases.

Oh, Lyn!

Did she say "he"?

- She.

- Sounded like he.

- Drops her Ss, I should think.

- He's coming.

What's wrong?

Oh, my shorts.

Couldn't wear anything else in this weather.

Modest of you not to wear a bathing costume.

Here he is. Evelyn Penshurst.

Come and shake hands

like a nice little gentleman.

Reading from left to right,

Daddy, Mummy, and er...

A gentleman with a smile.

- Dr Charles Ackroyd, my dear.

- Doctor of music, I hope!

- Hot music.

- Angela!

- How are you, Doctor?

- I refuse to tell you.

Quite right. She doesn't deserve it.

Tessa! Aren't you going to give me a kiss?

Bless her little heart. She hasn't forgotten.

Come on, Evelyn, don't stand there gaping.

I Madame Labardi I'm afraid our

coming alone, you'll think...

We think nothing ofthe kind.

Let's go and have a drink.

Now it's your turn to do some talking.

I'm so glad to have you with me,

I can think of nothing to say.

Anyway, you must be very tired.

Why don't you go up to your room

and rest for a while?

- I'll bring you up some milk...

- Milk? Rest?

Darling! I'm not still in the nursery, you know.

- This is more our line, isn't it?

- Angela!

- That's a cocktail.

- I should hope so too,

with a father in the wine trade.

Mother doesn't like me to drink anything

stronger than cough mixture.

- Young man, tell us about yourself.

- Well, he's very...

I should like to, sir, ifAngela

would let me get a word in edgeways.

He's fairly civilised.

He's kind to animals and old people.

He's a rising light in the Diplomatic Service.

For the Lord's sake, put a sock in it.

It must seem unconventional,

Angela and I finishing our journey alone.

But quite honestly, we had no choice.

That doesn't excuse you locking my room

and sleeping with the key under your pillow!

- An absolute lie!

- For my part, I applaud the action.

She ought to be permanently

under lock and key.

If you'll excuse me, I'll get along.

- Where are you staying?

- Embassy.

- Why not dine with us?

- I've promised to feed with some old friends.

- The Logans. Perhaps you know them?

- No.

Well, if I haven't made

too ghastly an impression,

perhaps you'll let Angela dine with me

some night.

Hey!

What are you talking about?

I don't have to ask permission.

Well, goodbye. And thanks for the buggy ride.

You'd better see him off, my dear.

- Suppose I'd better.

- Goodbye, Madame Labardi.

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