Without Love Page #4

...and this man has been sent with them.

I'll get them and then come on back.

- Did you come about the job?

- Are you Mr. J. Rowan?

No, no, no. I'm sort of her secretary.

Mrs. Rowan is ill.

- What's the matter with...?

- Nothing.

- Just nerves.

- Just nerves?

Yes. You'd better stand over here.

Mrs. Rowan is s little fearful of burglars.

She has trap doors all over the place.

If you don't happen to know

where they are...

...you may make a hasty exit.

Careful. Don't break the vase.

The last man who held this position

broke the vase.

Poor fellow.

But you look very strong and able.

I'm sure you'll be very happy here.

Good day.

- Where did that dog come from?

- He was in the cellar.

- Is that your dog?

- She must have said something...

I did no such thing.

He attacked me the minute he saw me.

He's a wonderful little watch dog,

ma'am.

He eats lighted cigarettes too.

- I should like to see your references.

- Matter of fact, I have no references.

You'll just have to take us

on faith, Jamie.

Naturally, you can't expect me...

What did you say?

I said you'll just have to take us

on faith, Jamie.

Good afternoon.

Leave at once, please.

- I should have known better...

- Here you are.

Oh, there's that horrible dog.

I want to apologize though

for thinking you were a caretaker.

- But I am. That belongs to me, please.

- You're a highbrow scientist.

Want to read a fascinating article by

him on oxygen in relation to altitude?

Will you kindly explain to me?

He played nursemaid

to my dear little fianc last night.

- I'm grateful to you, of course.

- Part of a caretaker's duties.

There. Now are you sorry

you spoke so rudely to me?

- Not a bit. It did you good.

- You fiend.

- How do you spell your last name?

- He's a brain, my dear.

- Are you related to...?

- My father.

Hurry up, Quentin, I'm leaving.

- I'll come back later.

- That won't be necessary.

What about interviewing

caretakers for you?

I've already engaged a man.

- You have? Who?

- You.

- Me?

- Yes.

Better be careful.

The joke may be on you.

I may like it here. You'll want

to consult your husband, of course.

My husband is no longer living.

I met your father in this house.

My father admired him tremendously.

Well, about the job,

we were joking, weren't we?

Oh, no, we weren't joking.

You've hired me.

Oh, you've already met Mr. Jamieson.

He's a great guy, Jamie.

Hurry up, Quent. They're expecting us.

Oh, not me.

- But I told them.

- Well, telephone.

But what can I say...

Just tell them politely

that I'm drunk in a gutter someplace.

Quentin, this is the limit.

This is about all I can stand.

Why don't you all stay

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