Kitty Foyle Page #4

He said,'She has a lovely face:

God in His mercy lend her grace,

The Lady of Shalott.'

I thought you said this was your

favorite poem.

What tune is this?

"Night and Day."

All right, you play one.

"Stormy Weather."

- No?

- No, no.

- Well, play it again, play it again.

- All right.

- "Three Little Words."

- Yes.

The stag at eve had drunk his fill

Where danced the moon on Monan's Rill

He brushed his teeth

And he combed his hair

And he took a whiff of the mountain air.

Now you've destroyed a beautiful poem.

You have no sense of the importance

of beauty in life.

Well, why don't you tell me of

the importance of beauty in life, teacher?

Glad to.

As you know, it's a man's duty

to instruct woman in all subjects.

Now, you pick the subject.

Well, tell me where we are.

We're in the Pocono Mountains,

in the state of Pennsylvania.

But where are we really?

In heaven?

No, in love.

Tell me about love.

Well, first there was a man...

...and just as soon as he had time to

learn his way about, there was a woman.

Was the woman beautiful?

Very. She had reddish hair...

...and her nose that went like so...

...and her eyes, her eyes were

as blue-green as the sea itself.

She looked something like me, huh?

Well, her voice didn't sound

so much like music...

...and her eyes didn't trap the starlight

one half as cleverly...

...and she wasn't nearly so beautiful.

What did the man and the woman do?

Oh, at first, they just hung around.

Didn't take any notice

of each other at all.

Oh, maybe a grunt now and then,

but certainly nothing more.

They thought of each other as company,

or perhaps as friends.

And then, one night,

a strange thing happened.

What?

The man and woman were sitting

in front of a fire.

Firelight played upon the woman's face...

...and the man for the first time saw

how beautiful she was...

...so immediately he made love to her.

How?

He bent down over her,

rubbed her nose with his.

- Didn't the woman object?

- No.

- No?

- She loved him too.

Why?

- Well...

- Because...

...he was all that she had

ever dreamed of.

Tell me some more about

the man and the woman.

Let me see, where was I?

You were here.

Judas Priest.

Pop, what are you doing downstairs?

Didn't Dr. Cartwright tell you

to stay in bed?

Dr. Cartwright is a quack.

Sure, sure, and who said he wasn't?

Now, come on.

You're going to stay down,

you understand?

There now.

How does the rebel feel this morning?

I have an idea that I'm a little below par.

You were born four drinks below par.

Think you could force

a little of this down?

I know how you hate it,

and I don't blame you.

But I guess you'll just have to steel

yourself to take it. Do you promise?

I only take it to tone up my system,

and you know it.

Just so you don't tone it up so high...

...that you'll be out in the street

in your rompers.

- That you, Myrtle?

- Yes, Miss Kitty, this is me.

- I just got here.

- All right.

I'm going out to dinner, Pop,

so Myrtle's gonna get you yours.

- Goodbye, darling.

- Kitty, come here a moment, honey.

You remember when I gave you

this thing?

Well, I think you must have

got me wrong.

I didn't mean that you were

to be a little girl on a sleigh ride.

Go on, Pop,

I don't know what you mean.

I mean Wyn Strafford.

Pop, you might as well try to argue me

out of a case of bronchitis...

...because I love him.

Judas Priest.

You said it.

You mean you want to marry him?

Has he ever asked you

to meet his family?

Well, I've never worried much

about his family...

...because I've always had a funny idea

that I'm just as good as they are.

Just as good?

So far above them, they can't

touch you with a 10-foot pole.

You've got good Irish eyes, Kitty,

and they're looking into the future.

The Main Line? They haven't even

caught up with the present.

Your grandpa was a mainliner,

you know.

- Grandpa Foyle?

- Yes. He helped lay the tracks.

That was real mainlining, because

those tracks were going somewhere.

Oh, Kitty, why can't you fall in love

with a man that's going somewhere?

Pop, there's no use of

our arguing about it.

For one thing, I don't agree with you.

And for another, he hasn't asked me.

Yet.

And he never will.

But he loves me, Pop, I know it.

That's fine for him, but where does

it get you? Exactly nowhere.

I know the whole lot of them.

I taught them cricket at school,

watched them being educated.

They may want to break away bad enough,

but they never do, Kitty.

They always finish up by marrying

one of their own kind.

I was a fool ever to let him inside

this house.

You darling. I've got to go to work.

But I'll let you in on a little secret.

A woman always can tell

when a man is going to propose.

You mean woman's instinct?

Now, there's a real piece of idiocy.

Woman's instinct.

Every slab-sided female in the world

is a crystal gazer.

She's magic. She can foretell

the future, like a politician.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

I've got to go work. Goodbye, darling.

And don't you worry about me, Pop...

...because I can take care of myself

all right.

Goodbye, dear.

Take care of yourself? By Judas Priest,

you're going to break your heart.

- Good morning.

- Morning, Miss Foyle.

- Morning.

- What's the matter?

Someone steal the backgammon board?

Wyn wants to see you.

Oh, is he in already?

Morning, darling.

- May I come in?

- No, I'm coming out.

Good morning.

Hey, what's all that?

Have you ever heard of the Depression?

Yes, isn't it disgusting?

It always comes around when

everybody's so broke.

Well, it's right here.

Right here in this office.

What do you mean?

Our little magazine is folding Saturday.

Oh, Wyn.

Your boss is a flop.

Don't say that, darling,

because it's not so.

Well, here, sit down

and tell me about it.

- Well, there's not much to tell.

- Well, what happened?

I got the idea for this magazine...

...because I didn't like following

the family in a groove.

I still don't. I thought this might be

the answer, if I could swing it.

Yes, but they say all magazines

lose money at first.

That's great,

when they've got it to lose.

I haven't. The 10,000

the family gave me is gone.

Uncle Kennet's persuaded them

not to pour any more in.

That's all there is to it.

Wait a minute.

I don't like this flop stuff from you.

You're a nice big boy with the right

number of arms and hands and legs...

...and plenty of brains.

If you think I'm going to break into tears

over your first setback, you're mistaken.

Well, you still got your health,

haven't you?

But, darling, don't you see?

I tried to break away,

and it didn't work.

I'm washed up.

So you're washed up?

I suppose you're the only guy in the United

States who has got washed up this year?

What are you gonna do, get together with

some brokers and leap out a window?

No.

I guess I'll have to go on

back to the bank.

Oh, they can't make a banker out of you.

You're too sweet.

And besides, Wyn Strafford,

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