My Brilliant Career Page #5

Aunt Helen, please.

Please stop trying

to marry me off.

Well, I suppose I should...

tear up this invitation, then,

from Miss Augusta...

for you to stay a few days

at Five Bob.

Shall I?

No!

I hear you've made a lot of changes

at Five Bob, Mr. Beecham.

Oh, yes, we have.

Must have been hard for you

when your father died.

Can I drive?

Whoa, boy, whoa.

Dear Lucy's daughter.

There's little resemblance.

No. I'm sorry.

A pity.

Well, come in.

Come along, child.

I'm not going to eat you.

Well, I think I'll turn in.

Early start tomorrow.

Good night, Aunt Gussie.

Good night, dear.

Good night, Miss Melvyn.

Good night, Mr. Beecham.

He always seems so quiet

and composed.

You don't have to live with him.

This must be the most

beautiful house in the world.

Too big.

Too many corners to dust.

Fancy living in it, do you?

No. I'd get lost.

I wouldn't know what to do

with all those servants.

I wouldn't even know

what groceries to order.

I think another glass of port

won't harm us.

Beautiful creatures.

They're fortunate, aren't they?

Every day they get their food.

As long as I remember.

They never have to look for water

in a dried-up creek,

scratch for a living...

like all our countrymen.

Forced on the road to beg.

Perhaps they are meant to

counterbalance the ugly things of life.

Do you read the Australian poets,

Miss Gussie?

You know, I think ugly girls should be

strangled at birth by their parents.

It's bad enough being born a girl,

but being born ugly and clever-

Oh. Clever, are you?

Well, I hope so.

I'm done for if I'm not.

Has to be something

I'm good at.

There's sure to be.

Cool breezes ripples

at the river below...

as fleecy clouds float high...

and I mark how

the dark green gum trees match...

the bright blue vault of the sky.

We wouldn't be out of place

on the Thames in England.

I haven't done this for years.

Oh!

Sybylla!

Race you home!

You didn't stay long

at the river.

You washed your hair.

That will never dry by dinner.

Perhaps I should cut it

all off. Well, no, dear.

It'd be a pity to lose

your finest asset.

My only asset,

more like.

Oh, I wouldn't go

quite as far as that.

It must be contagious.

What's that?

Washing one's hair.

Or did you, by chance,

have an accident at the river?

No, no. I don't wish

to hear the details.

Well, as you both seem able

to entertain yourselves,

I'll see to dinner.

I was worried when I couldn't see you

when I came to the surface.

I thought

you might have drowned.

What a terrible loss to the world.

Yes, it would have been.

Good night, Miss Melvyn.

Good night, Mr. Beecham.

Thank you.

Coffee?

Well?

She was

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