Letty Lynton Page #2

Why, Mr. Darrow, I thought

you prefered that.

I'm sure the captain would be delighted

to have you at his table.

No, thanks, I'm not as lonesome as that.

Lynton.

Letty Lynton.

I wonder what makes that name

sound so familiar.

That could be arranged, sir.

We'll take a chance on that.

I hope she's very beautiful, sir.

And not too dumb.

Thank you very much.

I beg your pardon.

Steward, with Miss Letty Lynton's

compliments.

Miss Lynton, yes, yes.

Well, we are pretty well crowded.

May I see the list, sir?

Certainly.

786, Darrow.

That name seems familiar, steward.

I don't know why,

but I think Miss Lynton knows him.

Tell Miss Lynton I think it can

be arranged. Thank you, sir.

Not at all. It gives me great pleasure.

Consomm.

Chicken salad, sherbet and coffee.

The same for me,

with three lamb chops

asparagus and hashed brown potatoes.

Yes, sir.

Some people are born lucky,

others gather in as they go along

and some have it thrust upon them.

Well that's delightful. Who said that?

I said it.

I thought it was out of a book.

Shakespeare, or something like that.

You just got on, didn't you?

This morning, yes.

The trip has been very dull...

so far.

You've been on for months. How terrible.

I got on at Capetown.

Do you play deck tennis?

Oh, I'm a dump.

Hmm...

My shuffleboard's pretty good.

Oh, you have good shuffleboard...

Yes... well, I don't like to brag...

I couldn't imagine you bragging.

That's very kind of you. Thank you.

Not at all.

You know, I inadvertently got a look

in your stateroom this morning.

Yes, I remember. Oh, do you?

I have a confession to make to you.

Confession?

Yes, I arranged to have you put

at this table.

Perhaps I shouldn't have told you.

I...

It was a bit of a shock.

Would it shock you to death

if I suggested a cocktail?

Oh, no, I'm a modern girl.

One wouldn't hurt.

Steward.

Two, er... dry martinis?

Dry martins. Two.

You're American, aren't you?

Hm-hmm.

And you? Yes, indeed, 100%.

I'll bet you are.

Capetown is not a nice place, hm?

Not of Africa.

I came in at Tripoli and went out

at Capetown.

Oh, how wonderful.

Did you hunt lions?

Did...

The lions know I've been in Africa,

make no mistake about that.

Thrilling.

I wish I were a man.

I should think you would.

But I mean one like you,

with that hair-raising experience.

Hair-raising? Yes...

It's a wonder to me I'm here at all.

Really? Oh, do tell me.

Well, I've had so many.

Oh, one less.

There was one time in Northern Rhodesia...

Yes, I read about that in geography.

We found a native camp built on stilts.

Oh, I know, I've seen pictures of it.

Yes...

We hadn't built any fire

to frighten the animals around.

You don't say.

Not a snitch of fire. Not a snitch?

Not a snitch.

I was sleeping like a baby,

when suddenly I heard heavy breathing.

Sort of a snore.

A wild beast!

Wild? It was a black panther.

Climbed up a tree and was trying

to get in the second story window.

Oh, I'm frightened to death.

What on earth did you do?

I knocked him down.

But it didn't efface the panther.

The next time he caught me

with my pants...

when I was sound asleep.

Did he get in?

I just had time to jump out of bed

as he dropped in on me.

How awful.

I rushed to the door and jumped out.

Did he jump after you?

Yes, but it was too late.

Go on, go on.

You see, there was a

lion after the panther.

The lion was waiting in the tall grass below and

because of the shadows I couldn't see lion.

Of course, of course.

So I alit right on his back.

On the lion's back?

On the lion's back.

As I alit on him, he alit out.

Through the jungle.

Through the night and the jungle.

Did you stay on him?

Oh, yes, miles and miles.

It was a he-lion, had a big mane.

Lucky it was a he-lion.

In the morning,

going a mile a minute through the jungle,

I suddenly saw we approached a tree.

So I reached up, seized

a branch of the tree

swung myself up into the branches,

was lucky...

and there my gang found me

early in the morning.

Up a tree.

I bet I know the first thing

you said to yourself.

What was that?

Thank goodness my grandfather was a monkey

and I'm my grandfather's child.

Where do you come from?

Long Island, sir. And you, sir?

Boston. Mayflower? Sure.

Well, here's to the Mayflower and the

millions of brave souls she brought over.

How do you happen to be alone

on the High Seas?

Alone? Or with some guy like me?

Oh, no, not like you.

Lay off me, will you?

I feel just like crawling in a hole.

Rude people.

What will you have?

Oh, something very small.

Liquor? Hm-hm.

Brandy, two.

Now, tell me all about yourself.

Why? Why not?

As for me, my father is Thomas Darrow,

Boston, Mass.,

owns most of the rubber factory.

I've been abroad to see

where rubber grows

so far I've done very little harm

and absolutely no good.

My father is dead.

He was Alexander Lynton, Lynton

Chemical Works, Long Island, New York

I dare you to say it.

Alexander Lynton, Lynt...

I swear I'm having a fine evening.

I wouldn't be so surprised

if you turned out to be quite a girl.

Big game to a big game hunter.

What'll we do next?

Race rapidly around the deck four times.

That'll be a starter.

Then what? Sorry, a minute ahead

is as far as I ever look.

What a girl. Come on.

Hello. Good evening.

Heel and toe. Heel and toe.

Yes, like this.

Try it.

No, no, no.

Oh, I thought you said heel and toe.

Come on, let's go.

That's it.

That's it. Is it? Come on.

What a night. There's a moon,

there's a band.

And there are two empty deck chairs.

Last but not least,

two empty deck chairs.

What do you want to do?

Just sit and talk or wallow

in the beauty of the night?

I never make any rules.

Well, I've got something on my mind.

Oh, yes, I can see that.

Quit kidding me, will you?

On the level, what are you doing out here

in the middle of the ocean all by yourself?

All right, if you must know...

I try to avoid Christmas at home because my

father was shot around this time of the year.

Shot?

You see, the lady's husband

missed his train or something

and Christmas bells remind my mother

of things so we try to shy off Christmas.

Two or three times tonight I had a hunch

there was tragedy somewhere.

Tragedy?

I was only being intriguing.

Oh, off we go. Yes.

Well, I er...

These housekeeping sailors are beginning to

crack my style.

I was just settling down

to a nice romantic gate.

Keep quiet a minute,

maybe it will come back.

That's one sailor too many.

Come on.

What time do you get up?

I don't know. Why?

I want to see that shuffleboard of yours.

A plunge before breakfast,

breakfast, tennis, shuffleboard,

soup, lunch...

deck chairs, cocktails...

dinner.

That leaves only the night.

And I sleep like a deck hen.

First thing you know,

old Manhattan skyline and we're home.

You must be tired.

I bet we went around that deck

400 times.

Oh, gosh, I flat.

That's all right.

So did I.

Good night.

Good night.

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