The October Man Page #2

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Parsons, Mr Pope. Mr Ackland.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

- Do you play bridge?

- Well, I have.

Couldn't have come at a better time.

Just the man we need for a fourth.

- You and me against the ladies, eh?

- I'm agreeable.

It's very kind of you, but

I only came in for a book.

Surely you'll play one rubber?

We have so few players here.

Mr Ackland is just out of

hospital. He's been there a year.

- Do excuse me.

- What was the trouble?

- Internal?

- A fractured skull.

- Ah, get headaches, I expect.

- You need taking out of yourself.

That's the idea. Cheer you up, a game would.

- I expect Mr Ackland's tired.

- Well, I was going to bed.

With a book? Now that is

bad for you, reading in bed.

Tire yourself out thoroughly

first, then go to bed and sleep.

That's what you need.

Shall he just take Miss Selby's

place or shall we cut for partners?

I'm sorry, I really would

rather go to bed now.

You won't play?

That's very unsociable.

I'm sorry, but not tonight if you don't mind.

Oh, well. Too bad. Another night perhaps, eh?

- Yes, another night.

- These invalids!

Self-pity, that's what it

is mostly, pure selfishness.

I think he heard.

What if he did? I know

his kind, I married one.

Mr Ackland?

Yes?

What time would you like

to be called in the morning?

Seven thirty, please.

Would you like early morning tea?

We charge sixpence a day extra.

Yes, please.

Are you all right, Mr Ackland?

Yes, thank you, good night.

Good night.

- Sure you're not cold?

- No, darling, I'm as warm as toast.

Good. Hello there.

Good evening, Mr Wilcox.

- See you next week, dear.

- Yes. Bye-bye, darling.

Bye-bye, old thing.

Who was that?

Mr Ackland, he arrived today. Number eight.

Oh. I say, I'm awfully sorry I didn't

let you know I wouldn't be in for dinner,

but Mr Wilcox was in

town and wanted to see me,

and I couldn't get to a telephone.

- It doesn't matter.

- Yes, it does.

But he's trying to get me a job with

Kitskas, the big wholesale people.

It's lingerie, and you know I don't

model underwear in the ordinary way,

but, well, the money's good. Oh, any mail?

Your bill, Miss Newman.

Do try and pay some of it. You

know I'm only the manageress.

If people get behind with

their bills, I get into trouble.

I know, dear, and I'll pay it this

week without fail, don't you worry.

You've been very sweet about

it and I love you very much,

- but then you're June.

- June?

- Your horoscope.

- Oh.

Good-natured, easy-going and

generous to a fault, that's June.

I'm June too. I'll lend you my book.

Will you really, Miss

Newman? Thank you very much.

Of course I will, dear. Remind me.

Da-da-da-dee,

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