The Lady Vanishes Page #3

That's all right.

I'm just waiting for the waiter.

- If I see him, shall I send him back?

- Thank you. Thank you so much.

What a handsome couple.

She reminds me of an actress.

There are more English people on this

train than there are in Piccadilly Circus.

Darling, I do think you're developing

a persecution complex.

The last day in the hotel

was a nightmare.

Skulking in the corridors,

- dinner in our room...

- Well, I am not exactly unknown.

We missed all the fun. Apparently, that

American girl did an imitation of Hitler.

- Really? How lovely(!)

- I wish we'd been there.

I could have done my Mussolini.

I do a splendid Mussolini.

Oh, darling.

Do stop worrying.

I promise you, that poor lady

has no idea who you are.

- Well, it is better to be safe than sorry.

- Mm, yes.

Anyway, isn't it rather nicer to be alone?

Wollen Sie hier Platz nehmen?

They're very friendly, Germans, once you

know them. I've spent four years here.

- Guten Tag.

- I think I'll have a nice cup of tea.

Would you like tea

or some nice warm Bovril?

Whisky. Large whisky and soda, please.

- Whisky and soda?

- Large.

- And a pot of tea?

- Yes. Oh, just one moment.

Er... Would you mind using this?

Harriman's Herbal,

as drunk by a million Mexicans.

"A soothing compound to settle

the stomach and soothe the nerves."

- Are you sure you won't try some?

- I've never been more sure of anything.

It's your tummy,

you know what to put into it.

Just one moment...

Ginger snaps. Would you pop these

onto a plate, please?

And be sure that the water

is really boiling for the tea.

- Certainly, madam.

- Yes.

I don't suppose it's really drunk

by a million Mexicans

but it does make a lovely cup of tea.

- By the way, my name is Froy.

- Did you say Freud?

- (Train roars past)

- Not Freud, Froy.

I'm sorry, I can't hear you.

Froy. Rhymes with "joy"!

Oh, Froy. Froy!

I'm a children's governess

and music teacher.

I've just spent an unforgettable

four years in Bavaria.

Now I'm going back to England.

To Brighton, that's where my home is.

Well, Hove actually,

it's just down the coast a bit.

I work for General von Reider.

Mm, very attractive.

He's such a fine man

and such dear children.

- Ahh.

- I hated leaving them.

But with things the way they are

it seemed best for me to be off home.

Shame. We had such lovely times

together at the castle.

Twenty four in service,

plus five gardeners.

- Really?

- I had a lovely room.

- Like to see a picture?

- Love to.

There it is. There I am,

right up in the north tower.

The ceiling was all painted blue -

like peacock feathers, lined with gold.

And mirrors in the most unusual places.

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