Rebecca Page #7

Fare thee well.

Oh, and I know what was wrong

with that introduction.

Danny didn't tell you, did she?

I am Rebecca's favorite cousin.

Toodle-oo.

Do you wish anything, madam?

I didn't expect to see you,

Mrs. Danvers.

I noticed a window wasn't closed, and

I came up to see if I could fasten it.

Why did you say that?

I closed it before I left the room.

You opened it yourself,

didn't you?

You've always wanted to see

this room, haven't you, madam?

Why did you never ask me

to show it to you?

I was ready to show it to you

every day.

It's a lovely room, isn't it?

The loveliest room

you've ever seen.

Everything is kept

just as Mrs. De Winter liked it.

Nothing has been altered

since that last night.

Come. I'll show you

her dressing room.

This is where I keep

all her clothes.

You would like to see them,

wouldn't you?

Feel this.

It was a Christmas present

from Mr. De Winter.

He was always giving her expensive

gifts, the whole year round.

I keep her underwear

on this side.

They were made specially for her by

the nuns in the Convent of St. Claire.

I always used to wait up

for her, no matter how late.

Sometimes she and Mr. De Winter

didn't come home until dawn.

While she was undressing, she'd tell me

about the party she'd been to.

She knew everyone that mattered,

and everyone loved her.

When she'd finished her bath,

she'd go into the bedroom and

go over to the dressing table.

Oh, you've moved

her brush, haven't you?

There, that's better...

just as she always laid it down.

"Come on, Danny,

hair drill," she would say.

I'd stand behind her like this

and brush away for 20 minutes at a time.

And then she would say,

"Good night, Danny,"

and step into her bed.

I embroidered this case

for her myself,

and I keep it here always.

Did you ever see

anything so delicate?

Look, you can see

my hand through it.

You wouldn't think she'd

been gone so long, would you?

Sometimes when I walk

along the corridor,

I fancy I hear her

just behind me.

That quick, light step.

I couldn't mistake it anywhere.

It's not only in this room.

It's in all the rooms in the house.

I can almost hear it now.

Do you think the dead

come back and watch the living?

No, I don't believe it.

Sometimes I wonder if she doesn't

come back here to Manderley...

and watch you

and Mr. De Winter together.

You look tired. Why don't you

stay here a while and rest...

and listen to the sea?

It's so soothing.

Listen to it.

Listen.

Listen to the sea.

Tell Mrs. Danvers

I wish to see her immediately.

You sent for me, madam?

Yes, Mrs. Danvers.

I want you to get rid

of all these things.

These are Mrs. De Winter's things.

I am Mrs. De Winter now.

Very well.

I'll give the instructions.

Just a moment, please.

Mrs. Danvers, I intend to say nothing to

Mr. De Winter about Mr. Favell's visit.

In fact, I'd prefer to forget everything

that happened this afternoon.

Oh, Maxim, Maxim,

you've been gone all day!

You're choking me.

Well. Well, well, well.

- What have you been doing?

- Oh, I've been thinking.

- What did you want to do that for?

- Come in here and I'll tell you.

Darling, could we have

a costume ball...

just as you used to?

Now, what put that

into your mind?

Has Beatrice been at you?

No, no, but I feel that

we ought to do something...

to make people feel that Manderley

is just the same as it always was.

Oh, please, darling, could we?

You don't know

what it would mean, you know.

You would have to be hostess

to hundreds of people, all the county.

And a lot of young people would

come up from London and turn

the house into a night club.

Oh, yes, but I want to.

Oh, please.

I've never been to a large party,

but I could learn what to do.

And I promise you,

you wouldn't be ashamed of me.

All right,

if you think you'd enjoy it.

You'd better get Mrs. Danvers

to help you, hadn't you?

No, no. I don't need

Mrs. Danvers to help me.

- I can do it myself.

- All right, my sweet.

Oh, thank you, darling.

Thank you.

- Oh, what'll you go as?

- Oh, I never dress up.

That's the one privilege

I claim as the host.

What will you be? Alice in Wonderland

with that ribbon around your hair?

I won't tell.

I'll design my costume...

all by myself and give

you the surprise of your life.

Come in.

Robert found these sketches

in the library, madam.

- Did you intend throwing them away?

- Yes, Mrs. Danvers, I did.

They were just some ideas I was

sketching for my costume for the ball.

Hasn't Mr. De Winter

suggested anything?

No, I want to surprise him. I don't

want him to know anything about it.

I merely thought that

you might find a costume...

among the family portraits

that would suit you.

Oh, you mean those at the top of

the stairs? I'll go and look at them.

This one, for instance.

It might have been designed for you.

I'm sure you could have it copied.

I've heard Mr. De Winter say that this

is his favorite of all the paintings.

It's Lady Caroline de Winter,

one of his ancestors.

Oh, well, well, that's a splendid idea,

Mrs. Danvers. I'm-I'm very grateful.

- Everything under control, Frith?

- Yes, sir. Thank you.

Excuse me, sir.

Are you supposed to be a schoolmaster?

Oh, no, this is just

my old cap and gown.

Certainly makes a very nice costume,

sir, and economical too.

Yes. That was the idea.

Evening, Robert.

Not very good weather for the ball.

- No, sir.

- Very misty on the way and very chilly.

Oh, this wig's so tight, they ought

to have sent an aspirin with it.

Hello. What's the idea?

Adam and Eve?

- Oh, Maxim, don't be disgusting.

- Strong man, old man.

- Where's my weight thing?

- What thing?

- You haven't left it in the car?

- Oh, no, there it is.

Are you the first one down?

Where's the child?

She's keeping her costume a terrific

secret. Wouldn't let me into her room.

Oh, lovely.

I'll go up and give her a hand.

- I could do with a drink.

- Won't you catch cold in that thing?

Don't be silly. Pure wool, old boy.

Pardon me, sir.

You forgot this.

Oh, thank you.

Here I am, dear. It's Bee.

I've come to give you a hand.

Oh, please don't come in, Beatrice.

I don't want anyone to see my costume.

Oh. Oh, well,

you won't be long, will you?

Because the first people

will be arriving any moment.

- Now, you're sure that's

where that should be?

- Yes, madam, it's just right.

- Oh, isn't this exciting?

- Indeed it is, madam.

I've always heard of the Manderley Ball.

Now I'm really going to see one.

I'm sure there'll be no one there

to touch you, madam.

Do you really think so?

Now, where's my fan?

Now, you're sure

I look all right?

You look ever so beautiful.

Well, here goes.

Good evening, Mr. De Winter.

What the devil

do you think you're doing?

Rebecca! Oh.

But i-it's the picture,

the one in the gallery.

What is it?

What have I done?

Go and take it off. It doesn't matter

what you put on. Anything will do.

What are you standing there for?

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