Dragonwyk Page #7
- Year:
- 1946
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- Says you know all about it.
- Yes, Pa.
Have you considered
that your mother and I might object?
I have already pointed out to your father
that there are no valid objections.
And I've already pointed out to you, sir,
that I'll make up my own mind!
What do you think, Abby?
I don't think thinking has anything
to do with it anymore, Ephraim.
It's something that is,
and we must make the best of it.
I want to apologize for my rudeness
when I entered your house.
My only excuse is that I saw nothing...
and wanted to see nothing
but Miranda at that moment.
I can understand that, Mr. Van Ryn.
You're forgiven.
Thank you.
You should know that I have already
called at your parsonage...
and engaged the Reverend Clark
to be here tomorrow afternoon at 3:00.
- Tomorrow?
- It's indecent! It's too soon!
I want my girl married
in a church like a good Christian.
- I'll have no hole-and-corner wedding here!
- She has no wedding gown.
For once we will let the ceremony
outshine the costume.
Whatever dress Miranda wears will be
forever cherished as her wedding gown.
Hmm. Got a lot of pretty words.
Too many for me.
Miranda, you've got plenty at stake here.
You'd better say something.
I'll do whatever Nicholas thinks best.
So be it.
Amen, Mr. Wells.
Now I must return to Greenwich.
Miranda, will you walk with me to my carriage?
Until tomorrow then. Good-bye.
- MacNab, which carriage
have you sent to meet Mr. Van Ryn?
- Have the grooms their new uniforms?
- Yes, madam.
- Here are the menus for the week.
- Thank you, madam.
And, Mrs. MacNab, I've just written
Miss Katrine that we've found her doll.
Please be sure that it's packed carefully.
I wouldn't want anything to happen to it.
Certainly, madam.
We'll let the linen room go
until this afternoon.
Perhaps you should let it go
until tomorrow, madam...
what with Mr. Van Ryn
coming back... and everything.
I won't overdo it.
And remember, not a word
to Mr. Van Ryn about... everything.
- I want to be the one to tell him.
- Of course, madam.
Welcome back, sir.
How did you find New York?
Unbearable.
Thank you, Mrs. MacNab.
Nicholas!
How lovely you are.
I'd almost forgotten how lovely you are.
I'm not. When you're not with me,
I'm not anything.
Three long weeks...
Have you missed me? Have you been well?
I missed you terribly.
And everything has been just fine.
- As a matter of fact...
- I'm having our townhouse entirely redone.
A new music room... We must plan a series
of entertainments for the winter season.
Mrs. MacNab said I'd find you here.
Oh, I beg your pardon.
I didn't know.
That's all right, Peggy. This is Mr. Van Ryn.
Was it anything important?
Well, it was just to remind you that you ate
none of your breakfast this morning.
And all of your favorite dishes too.
We won't talk about food,
if you don't mind.
You'll eat every bite of your lunch,
or there'll be talk!
You carry on
as if you'd cooked it yourself.
Me? I couldn't cook the bottom of a pan.
But she managed to burn
my best Indian muslin negligee.
That I did.
Me ironin' is worse than me cookin'.
She ruined it completely when she
tried to sew it together again.
True. Me sewin' is even
more horrible than me ironin'.
a greenhorn like you? Can you tell me?
That I can't.
But you'll eat your lunch just the same.
And what was that strange little creature?
That was Peggy, Peggy O'Malley.
- I assumed it had a name.
What was it doing here?
Your maid, that untidy little cripple?
She's not untidy,
and her leg's no fault of hers.
- She's had a miserable life.
- That's the strangest
She's bright and willing and good to me,
and I want her as my maid.
some extra money and a good character.
It's so little to ask. Please, Nicholas!
Deformed bodies depress me.
Perhaps I can divert
your attention with this.
I brought it for you
from Mr. Tiffany's new shop.
- How dare you say that.
- How dare I?
You speak as if a crippled leg
were a weakness on her part...
rather than merely God's will.
We'll agree, then, it is God's will.
Now perhaps we can discuss your plans for
the kermis ball. Are they progressing nicely?
Madame Duclos swore to me that your gown
will be finished and delivered to you in time.
She needn't overwork herself.
- It's very likely I won't need it at all.
- What do you mean?
- The Van Bordens sent their regrets yesterday.
- Their regrets?
A previous engagement or some illness
in the family. I forget what excuse they used.
- I see.
- That makes the eighth refusal in four days.
It's only because of me...
because you married me.
Miranda...
you are Mrs. Nicholas Van Ryn.
You will be with me wherever I am, always.
Luncheon is served.
Thank you, MacNab.
- Nicholas...
- Yes?
Sometimes I think that they...
that we...
That we what?
I think about that night...
the night she died.
- What about that night?
- It was so soon after...
Perhaps we should have
waited to decide.
In the hope that our gossip-mongering
neighbors would be more approving?
I don't care whether they know, Nicholas!
It's just that we do, and so does God.
so childishly, Miranda.
You might well be
on your father's knee.
Do you believe there is a God who spends
eternity snooping on human behavior...
and punishing all violators
of the pastor's latest sermon?
- That's not what I mean at all!
- Then what do you mean?
Well... Well, I believe that...
God has put a sense of right and wrong
within all of us...
and that when we do wrong,
no matter if no one else knows, we do.
You've remembered that ever since
your Sunday school days, haven't you?
That's a good girl.
Now let us enjoy our luncheon.
Nicholas,
you do believe in God?
I believe in myself,
and I am answerable to myself.
I will not live according to printed mottos
like the directions on a medicine bottle.
Would you like me to say grace?
That won't be necessary.
Then I shall begin our salad dressing.
What possible excuse can you have
for humiliating me like that?
Miranda, what is the matter with you?
- I believe in God!
- It is your privilege. I have no intention...
And so will my child believe in him!
- Miranda.
- I will pray to God to make him
- Miranda, is it true?
- Yes, are you glad?
Now may I have Peggy as a reward,
if nothing else?
Have I done something
to please you at last?
Listen to 'em. They're celebratin'.
I'm gonna celebrate too and get drunk.
john Young's our new governor,
and the farmers of New York State...
have got a right to celebrate
and get drunk.
Hand me up my ancestral chair.
There you are!
Take off your heads
in the presence of the poltroon.
Tom Wilson, come forward, bringing
all your money and all your crops...
and thank the good, kind poltroon
for taking 'em off your hands.
I don't have to no more!
john Young is the governor
and the constitution's been changed.
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