The History of Mr. Polly Page #3

I went, clinging to his vulnerable 'ead.

(Laughter)

(Coughing)

Well, what happened then?

We sat amongst the debris

and had an argument.

I said he oughtn't to wear a dangerous

hat. He ought to leave it at home.

- You never run into anything.

- Never. So help me.

- Never, he says!

- Don't be so silly.

Ooh! Steady, old nag!

Whoa, my friskiacious palfry!

(Laughter)

The things he says!

You never know what he won't say next!

(Laughter)

- (Clock chimes)

- (Watch ticks)

- (Door opens)

- (Footsteps)

- Evening, old man.

- Not had an accident, Alfred?

Not much.

No, the pedal got a bit loose

in Stamton, old man. I couldn't ride it.

I looked up the cousins while I waited.

- Not the Larkins lot?

- Yes.

- See any shops?

- Shops?

- Yes, shops.

- Er... no. Nothing to speak of, old man.

Don't waste too much time.

We're happy to have you here...

You're right. I'll look into it

tomorrow, first thing.

Go off on my bicycle.

- Good night, Alfred.

- Good night, old man.

(Birdsong)

(Birdsong)

This is all right.

Business later.

(Footsteps)

(She sighs)

- Goodness!

- Can I... can I be of any assistance?

I don't know.

I didn't know anyone was here.

Sorry if I'm... intrudaceous.

It isn't that.

I oughtn't to get over the wall.

It's out of bounds, in term time.

- But this being holidays...

- Holidays is different.

I don't want to break the rules.

Well, leave them behind you,

where they're safe.

I think I'll stay on the wall.

So long as some of me's in bounds.

You bicycle? So do I.

- There's no harm in our talking.

- No, no, it's a kindness.

I was just sitting here

in melancholic rectrospectatiousness.

You know, you make me feel

like one of those old knights

who rode about the country looking

for dragons and beautiful maidens.

Oh, why?

- Beautiful maiden.

- Nonsense.

Oh, yes, you are. A beautiful maiden

imprisoned in an enchanted school.

- You wouldn't think it enchanted.

- And here am I clad in steel.

Well, at least my...

my fiery warhorse is.

Willing to absquatulate all the dragons

and rescue you.

You should see the dragons.

Fly with me.

(Laughs) You are funny.

I haven't known you five minutes.

We don't know each other's names.

Yours is the prettiest name

in the world.

- How do you know?

- Well, it must be.

It is rather pretty, yes. Christabel.

There you are. What did I tell you?

- And yours?

- Alfred.

- I can't call you Alfred.

- Well, um... well, Polly, then.

It's a girl's name.

I shan't forget it.

There is love at first sight.

I think I ought to get back over

the wall.

It needn't matter to you.

I'm just a nobody.

But I know that you're the best

and most beautiful thing

I've ever spoken to.

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