My Brilliant Career Page #4

She should be

an actress.

Are you suggesting my granddaughter

should be an actress?

She has a talent for it.

I could introduce her-

Go on the stage?

I'd rather see her with her hair shorn off

and shut up in a convent.

Don't ever mention

the subject again.

I enjoyed meself last night.

I thought we got on

jolly well together. Didn't you?

Miss Melvyn- Ahh!

Sybylla.

I've been thinking.

While looks aren't everything,

and, um-

Would you come

to the point, Frank?

Well, now that this-

this fellow Harry has gone,

you should pay some heed

to my attentions.

Do you mean your attentions

or your intentions?

At the conclusion of the coming year

I will be returning to England,

and I expect you

to return with me as my wife.

Well, what do you say?

Oh, let me go.

Not until I have your answer.

Well, there is this in your favor

- You don't say you're sorry when you are not.

Why should I pretend

about a person like Frank Hawden?

But you are not prepared

to apologize?

What for?

Your aunt and I thought that

you liked him. Liked him?

He appears to be

extremely fond of you.

Now listen to me, Sybylla.

In a few years he'll come into

quite a large fortune in England.

He comes of a very good family

and will make someone an excellent husband.

Well, it won't be me!

Oh, do be realistic, child.

Well, I am!

To begin with,

I don't love him.

That is not the point.

Well, it is to me.

Sybylla, do you want to be

a burden on your family forever...

with no status in decent society

or a home of your own?

I will not be married off

to someone I detest, by you or anybody!

At times I fear for you, my girl.

You are rude to your elders and betters

and often lack all gentility.

Very well.

Though you may not be prepared

to apologize to Frank,

I expect you to apologize to me...

when you have regained

your... humor...

and your manners.

You must learn not to shout

at your grandmother, Sybylla.

I didn't mean to.

It just surges up in me

when she starts on about marriage.

She just doesn't seem

to understand.

Sit down here next to me.

Come on.

Now, believe me, Sybylla,

the best kind of marriage...

is not love marriage

but friendship marriage.

Friendship?

Yes.

You see,

your mother married for love.

And...

I too...

married for love.

My husband isn't dead.

He- He left me

for someone else.

Left me to live

the rest of my life with the-

the shame of being

neither wife nor widow...

nor maid.

But why should you

be ashamed?

Marriage gives us respectability,

dear, as you'll learn.

No, that is just

what men want us to believe.

Stupid idiots like-

like Frank Hawden.

Well, I won't be caught up in it,

not by him or anyone.

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