Possession Page #3

Oh, yes, but I'd be careful | if I were you.

Why? What's she like? | Well, she thicks men's blood | with cold.

Oh, great. | Or if you prefer | the American vernacular...

she's a regular ballbreaker.

## [Headsets:
Jazz]

Mr. Michell?

What? I'm sorry. | Roland Michell.

Yes.

You're Maud. | Bailey. Dr. Bailey, yes.

There's nothing in my index. | No mention of Ash at all.

Well, Ash and LaMotte | definitely met.

Really? When? | June, 1859.

At a dinner party | given by Crabb-Robinson.

It's in his diary. | [Scoffs]

And you jumped | from that to the idea | that they corresponded.

I found an unfinished draft | of a letter in a book...

Addressed to LaMotte? | No, just " Dear Madame."

But there were three women | at Crabb-Robinson's | dinner party,

and out of the three | it's likeliest to be LaMotte.

[Roland] | So maybe there's something | in LaMotte's letters.

There aren't many | from the Richmond period... | the time you're interested in.

I'm descended | from Christabel, actually. | I'm her niece, thrice removed.

Three grades. | That's what "thrice" | usually means.

Oh, maybe | I shouldn't have come.

It does seem | rather pointless.

Well, I supposed since you're | here, you could have a look | through Blanche's diary.

Who's Blanche? | Blanche Glover.

Christabel's companion. | Her lover.

Oh, you look surprised.

I didn't know she was... | Didn't know | she was a lesbian.

No. I mean, | don't get me wrong, | I like lesbians.

Yes, well, unfortunately, | they didn't have | video cameras in those days,

so you're out of luck.

Now I see why you think | it's so unlikely.

Not from that point of view. | I mean, God, she could | have been bisexual.

There's no evidence she was, | but in theory...

Did you not do any reading | before you came?

Is this like an oral exam? | Yes, I suppose it is.

I mean, you don't know | the first thing about her, | and yet you make these leaps.

Hey, you're the one | who called her a lesbian, | not me.

[Blanche's Voice] | Letters, letters, letters.

Not for me.

Letters I am not meant | to know or see.

Thank you, Jane.

- You do not have to | hide them from me. | - I'm not hiding them.

You say they are not hidden, | but they are.

Tucked away... | as if they were | from Cupid himself.

What does he want?

To be my friend. | Friend.

They always try | and give what they want | a decent name.

Blanche, no. | No, Blanche, listen.

What we have... | is ours.

No one can change that.

'Tis already changed.

- Find anything? | - Maybe.

So what are | those bookmarks then?

Blanche writes about letters.

Letters, letters that Christabel | wrote and received.

And it nearly | drove Blanche crazy.

Where are they?

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