Dark Victory Page #4

Yes, yes, of course.

But you have to face it sooner or later.

Suppose we just don't

talk about it anymore.

- What?

- Another headache, Miss Judith?

No, not another headache.

Yes, a big headache!

And I'll have

a bottle of champagne for it.

I said no, and I mean no.

Excuse me, please.

She's very nervous. I can't do anything

with her. She wants to see you.

Did she take the medication?

All right, let's get her to sleep.

- It's still not too late to go home.

- May I come in?

- This is your doctor speaking.

- Yes.

- Hello.

- Well, how is everything?

- Everything's awful.

- Is it?

- Look what you make me wear.

- They are pretty dowdy, aren't they?

I suppose you brought some nice things

of your own to wear?

Yes, I did. Some lovely nighties.

In fact, I bought two new ones

especially for...

- For this.

- Miss Dodd, I don't see any reason...

why Miss Traherne shouldn't wear

her own things if she wants to.

Martha, bring that over here.

- See?

- Oh, it's lovely.

- You better turn your back.

- No, I think like this.

See, that's much better.

There. Very pretty.

Oh, thanks.

- Here's a present for you.

- What's that?

Something to make you sleep.

Come on.

There.

Thank you.

But I don't want to sleep. Anyway,

how could I in a 2-by-4 like this?

I have a bed big enough for six.

Why, I can't even move.

Now just a moment. Let me show you

something about this bed.

Watch this.

See that? Rest your legs.

Now the back.

There. That's for your back.

Make you feel much more comfortable.

Before you're through here,

you'll wanna take it home with you.

That is much better.

You know, I can't understand about me.

I've never given in a fraction

to anyone before...

and here I am letting you bounce

me up and bounce me down.

Exactly where...?

Where does it happen?

- Here, or...?

- Now, now. That's my worry.

How do you do it? What do you do?

Chatterbox, aren't you?

It is a distasteful subject, isn't it?

Well, I don't care.

I don't care about anything.

This is a nice bed.

It's a nice room too.

Ann, you're miles away over there.

Come here.

I love you, Ann.

I don't know what I'd do without you.

I love you.

Do you two like each other?

- Of course.

- Sure.

Well, I want you to.

Because I love everybody.

- Will they cut off my hair?

- Just a little.

- I don't want my hair cut off.

- It'll grow back.

Of course it will. Silly of me.

- You know something?

- What?

I feel so good.

Nothing to think about.

You're going to sleep now.

That's right.

I must do everything you say.

I put myself in your hands.

They're rather nice hands.

Good, strong hands.

- Doctor?

- Yes?

- Will you do something for me?

- Yes.

When you get inside my head,

see if you can find any sense in it.

Dr. Steele?

Yes, Dr. Steele is all through

in Surgery 7.

- Good morning.

- It's all clear.

How are you, doctor?

- Wednesday afternoon for right now.

- All right, Wednesday afternoon.

Dr. Driscoll, was that

the laboratory's last word?

I'm afraid so.

- There's no hope?

- No.

Those are the pathological findings.

She's bound to get a recurrence.

And that means?

About 10 months.

- Invalidism, I suppose.

- No. I think it's a rare case.

She'd apparently be as well

as any of us. That is, until...

Well, her sight may fail her

near the end.

- Amblyopia.

- Yes.

There'd only be a few hours after that.

And I brought her into the world.

Hang it all, Steele.

Don't stand there saying nothing.

It's a rotten business, doctoring.

What's the matter, Steele?

Glioma.

Malignant?

A girl like that. So alive...

so entitled to live.

Then this thing, this growth,

comes along and puts a period to it.

Makes you almost wish

it happened on the table.

Are you going to tell her?

Do you want her to know?

No.

Then there's your answer.

Watch her temperature.

I'll be back later.

- I brought that little girl into the world.

- Did you?

Doctor?

She'll be all right.

- How long?

- Oh, a few weeks' convalescence.

Will she really be all right,

just as she was before?

I think I can promise

a complete surgical recovery.

You think so? What does that mean?

Will she be well?

Yes.

- Martha, it fits beautifully, doesn't it?

- Yes, ma'am.

Couldn't tell a thing, could you?

Thank you. That's very good.

Behold. A new woman from top to toe.

Don't get up, Alec. New shoes,

new stockings, new dress, new head.

- And a new disposition.

- What was the matter with my old one?

- Like it?

- Oh, it's very nice.

- Good.

- Move your feet.

Alec, behave.

What was wrong with my old disposition?

Never mind, darling. I've always

loved you, despite your faults.

- I gotta get another drink.

- I have to go down too. Come on.

- What's the matter?

- Michael. He's taken to whistling for us.

Whistling for us?

Oh, Ann. It's Challenger.

- Good afternoon, Michael.

- Good afternoon, Miss Judith.

How nice of you to bring him.

- Oh, you have got him in good shape.

- Yes, your little horse is in fine shape.

Turn him around so she can see him.

But he'll still never be a steeplechaser.

We're teaching him to crochet.

He's working on a set of doilies.

You'll take that back

when he wins the National.

- Everyone here is glad you're back.

- Are they? How nice.

Yes, indeed they are.

The boys at the stables, even the horses.

Take your hat off

when I'm talking to a lady.

I'm very glad. Thanks for bringing him.

Anything for you, Miss Judith. Anytime.

All right, take him on.

Doesn't the world smell nice?

I wonder where

our New England friend is.

- Isn't that him coming through the gate?

- Well, come on, then.

Ann, do I look all right?

Think I ought to change my dress again?

Used to be six dresses on the floor,

now it's 12. You used to be mad.

And what that doctor's done for you,

you're madder still.

Don't let's make a fuss over him

and spoil him.

I'm going to be busy with my friends.

I'm not going to seem too anxious.

And don't you be too anxious either.

- Hi.

- Judy!

- Carrie, hello.

- Judy, you've never looked better.

Thank you.

- That hair. How clever.

- Do you like it?

Gwen, when did you get back?

Good to see you.

It's good, honey. Really good.

This house has been a morgue.

- Thank you.

- Frank will sell you those horses.

- Oh, how wonderful.

- I'll talk to you. I'm a businesswoman.

Let's have some champagne.

- Where can he be?

- He'll be here.

I'll have some. He told me I could.

Will you?

- Yes.

- Thank you, Agatha.

- Here's to me. To life.

- May you never be ill again.

Thanks.

- There he is. Have those things come?

- I don't know.

Go see, will you?

- Colonel Mantle, Dr. Steele.

- How do you do?

Speaking generally,

I consider doctors a pack of frauds.

- Tried to tell me port is bad for my gout.

- How do you do, Dr. Steele?

- Hello, Judith. How are you?

- Hello. Come on.

That's my gang. They're here every day.

- Sit down, will you?

- Thanks.

- You're late.

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