Sapphire Blue Page #4

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Your cousin cannot allay

my hunger completely.

And how about my other 'cousin'?

The Lady in green. 'Cousin Sofa'.

In her arms you can relax perfectly.

Yes, but I am only interested in you.

Just a second.

The orchestra is almost ready.

Rvrence, please.

There we go!

Right hand over your right shoulder.

Left hand over your left shoulder.

Not bad.

- So much for 'graceful as a windmill'.

- You easily outdance any windmill.

You're almost as good as Charlotte.

Of course, Charlotte is perfect.

Tell me, how well do you know each other?

My lady, a gentleman does not kiss and tell.

Scoundrel!

See? This is the difference between you and Charlotte.

She would never do that.

Maybe you're just not giving her a reason to.

Yes, or...

she simply has better manners.

Oh, no.

Are you quite well, Miss Gwendolyn?

- Good evening.

- It must have been very hot?

The hottest summer of the 1950s.

I have a feeling you were snogging again.

Rolling in the hay.

In the hay? I left my books in the past.

I wander the earth since the 11th century,

and I know what a girl looks like after a roll in the hay.

Confused, Miss Shepherd?

I hope you didn't suffer lasting damages.

- Wait, what's going on?

- My brother Raphael is in London.

- The lout was expelled from yet another school.

- Sounds charming.

- Are you sure, you're related?

- See you, Gwen.

Blimey! Watch it!

Perhaps that roll in the hay was a bad idea.

Now he thinks you're easy and won't bother anymore.

Shut up.

- Hey, you wanker!

- Still the perfect gentleman.

I missed you.

Are you crazy showing up like this?

You look different. Something to do

with your time travel companion?

Or do you always wear

your shirts inside out lately?

For the last time. Why falsify

Gwendolyn's birth certificate?

So my daughter's fate wouldn't be

in the hands of the likes of you.

- I don't believe you, Grace.

- Your daughter is ill-prepared, endangering herself.

- I had my reasons. It's none of your business.

- I won't let this go, Grace.

- Gwendolyn! Why are you unsupervised?

- Gideon had to leave.

Let's get out of here.

Find the midwife who signed it and make her talk.

Are you tired? Do you want dinner?

No, thanks.

Is anything wrong, honey?

- You're burning up. Are you running a fever?

- Mum, I still don't understand.

Why couldn't anyone know my real birthday?

- Did you want me to look stupid?

- I wanted you to become a strong individual,

who trusts more in herself than the Lodge's ideology.

What if the Lodge has good intentions and the Count's ideas

are worth fighting for? Grandpa believed in it.

- Lucy said, "Only trust yourself".

- What does Lucy have to do with anything?

- I can't tell you. You ask her.

Mum, Lucy is in the last century, and I am here. How can I ask her?

Wow! Posh digs!

Don't call her first, that's for losers.

I'm calling mum and tell her you're here.

- Fine.

- And that your older brother will teach you manners.

And in the past of all things?

Candles, dancing... how romantic.

It was lovely, but I don't know. He's a scoundrel.

He lies to me and flirts with Charlotte. But I can't wait to be with him again.

But he hasn't called. What if he thought it was terrible?

It's important that he's going to call you.

- You must not call first.

- Not even a text?

No way. You must string him along.

Male psychology. It awakens the hunter in them.

Leslie, I'll ring you later.

Come in.

Since you asked, I took the liberty to look around

and I found it.

- Pardon?

- You were looking for this, yes?

- "The Green Rider".

- It's your grandfather's.

- I appreciate it, Mr. Bernhard.

Any time, Miss Gwendolyn.

What has the most caffeine? Coffee, tea or energy drinks?

I was awake all night, trying to figure out these numbers.

Perhaps the numbers represent letters?

Gwen, it's a substitution cipher.

Crikey!

Raphael will finish the term at St. Lennox.

We've been friends for years. Come on.

You'll never guess whose wayward brother that is.

- I don't?

- Another de Villiers.

I'll try to meet my grandfather today.

Maybe he knows about the numbers.

And then we ...

Time traveller to best friend. Do you copy?

These de Villiers have great genes.

Why doesn't he call?

'You have no new messages.'

- Gideon!

- William.

Margaret Tilney attends church every Sunday.

We assume that you'll encounter

Lucy and Paul there too. You know what to do.

- Yes.

- They may try to take your blood

to close the "Circle of Blood"

in the stolen chronograph.

I'll prevent this at all costs.

You are here? Alone?

Gwen. Gwen!

Don't trust him, it's a trap!

He's after your blood!

Who attacked you?

- Any suspicions?

- No.

I had a blackout.

At least there are no punctures,

which would suggest your blood's been taken.

Nobody can be trusted.

Nobody.

You lost weight, little windmill.

It's not heartbreak

why you lose your babyfat?

- My emotions are like a roller coaster.

Oh l l, mon dieu !

But you have contraception? You're...

well-equipped and educated? You're forearmed?

Child, you can't hide that you're crazy about that ill-behaved filou.

I already went through this with your cousin Lucy.

- They were also reckless.

- Lucy and Paul?

Everyone here was outraged by their affair.

But with l'amour, you're always stronger

and braver than the rest of the world,

that's probably the reason why

the Lodge lost their hold on them.

You and le filou would be in serious

trouble if they found out about you.

- Clearly. But you wouldn't...

- Me? Never!

I can keep quiet. I'm just a seamstress.

Excuse my tardiness. There's been an incident.

- Gideon was attacked in 1912.

- What happened?

How is he? I have to see him.

He is in good hands, believe me.

- But why can't I see him?

- Miss Gwendolyn, it's no secret,

that common sense goes out the window when love's involved.

And common sense is what you need now most of all.

You're right. Mr. George,

may I travel back to 1953 again?

- I had a very insightful encounter there yesterday.

- Interesting.

Let's convince Mr. Whitman, without arousing suspicion,

that you'll go there two years later. Perhaps your source has discovered

new clues in the meantime.

Stop! Who are you?

Where are you going?

I am Violet... Purpleplum.

- Violet Purpleplum?

- Not everyone can be called Smith or Miller.

Actually, I was looking for the powder room

but somehow I got lost...

What kind of uniform are you wearing?

- British Girl Scouts.

- Girl Scouts?

Be Prepared! That's like... our motto, yes?

Be Prepared!

Yes?

She allegedly got lost in the old archives.

Poor girl! No sense of direction.

My dear cousin Hazel.

- Hazel Violet Purpleplum.

- Yes.

It's horrible I always get lost.

Pretty inconvenient for a Girl Scout.

No worries. I haven't seen you, Miss Purpleplum.

- He thinks you are...

- Your mistress.

- Or a floosie.

- Why?

Let's hope your grandma won't find out.

She's so moody since she's pregnant.

You'll be a father. To Uncle Henry. Congratulations!

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