The Clouded Yellow Page #2

If there's anything you want...

you will ring, won't you?

I can't promise that Addie will answer the bell,

but it's always worth trying.

5 o'clock downstairs...

I'll see you then.

Fine!..Thank you, Sir.

I'm sorry!

I'm very sorry...I thought

you'd gone down to the village.

I don't...

Who are you?

My name's Somers.

David Somers.

Are you the one who's going to do

the butterflies for Nicholas?

That's right.

You must be Mrs Fenton'd niece.

Yes.

How do you do?

How do you do?

You play very well, Miss Sophie.

Do I?

Jess hates me to play.

I thought you were Jess,

when you came in.

I see.

Are you a doctor?

Oh, no...I'm not a doctor.

Then you haven't come here

to explain to me...

...that I get things muddled

and wrong?

No... I've come to help

with the butterflies.

That's what Jess said.

Well, it's true.

There WAS a doctor who came here

once before.

Oh, yes?

You think I'm very foolish, don't you?

No! I don't.

They asked me down to tea...

Can you tell me where they have it?

On the terrace.

Thank you.

I'm sorry I disturbed your playing.

Jess is back...

So I couldn't have gone on, anyway.

What a pity.

Mr Somers!

You won't tell Jess

what I said to you, will you?

No... no I won't.

I TOLD you not to come

to this part of the house!

I don't mind WHICH part of the house

I come to.

Why can't I still come to yours?

Because I like it better here.

I like the view!

Get out of here!..

Before I call my husband!

You should have called him

a long time ago...

...if you were going to call him at all.

Oh, Jim... sorry!

I didn't mean to say that.

I didn't... really!

Please... please!

Got any honey to spare?

What are YOU doing here?

Oh, don't be so high and mighty!

Why don't you relax a bit?

Don't you like me?

All the other girls do.

You've no right to BE here.

Go away!

That's not very friendly!

Give me my comb!

Say "please".

Please.

No... not friendly enough...

I can't get any honey,

and I can't get friendly...

So I'll keep this.

Hick!

Is anything the matter?

He's taken my comb.

Is he a friend of yours, too?

I don't know...

He does stupid things.

What's he been up to?

Oh, nothing.

Well, I'll get back to my butterflies.

I should avoid Hick,

if I were you, child.

I do.

How long is Mr Somers

going to stay here?

A month or two.

I like him.

I shouldn't say so.

Not to your aunt.

Oh, I wouldn't...

not to Jess.

I must get another comb.

I'm sorry!

I'm sorry...I forgot.

Forgot!..You do it purposely!

No I don't.

-Don't you lie to me!

Oh, Mr Somers...I didn't see you

standing there.

I'm really very sorry.

Sophie... please go.

I expect you think I'm very unkind

to Sophie.

Well, it's none of my business, Mrs Fenton.

But you must be thinking it.

That was her father's music

she was playing.

Her father's?

He was Georges Malraux, the composer.

Malraux?

Didn't he shoot himself and his wife?

She was my sister.

The marriage was hopeless

from the start.

But why the suicide?

He was unbalanced...

He needed someone strong...

that could understand him.

Sophie was only 6 when it happened.

It was dreadful.

You see... she found them.

When Nicholas and I arrived...

she was kneeling by her mother...

She'd bent over her...

There was blood on her hands.

How dreadful!

Mr Somers...

I have to tell you this...

Sophie is like her father...

...and it's very bad for her

to be reminded of the past.

We have to watch her... she gets things

twisted and wrong.

It can be dangerous.

She's right...I do get things muddled.

We ALL get muddled sometimes.

Good morning.

Good morning.

I was hoping I'd see you, Sophie.

Why?

I have an apology to make to you.

You mean, about last night?

It wasn't your fault.

No... you once told me that your aunt

wouldn't let you play the piano.

And I didn't believe you.

I'm sorry.

You're very kind.

No... it's not that...

It's that I suddenly realised

how terribly lonely you must be.

You never go out...

nobody ever comes here...

Except Hick.

Yes... but... you haven't really

got any friends, have you?

No.

Or relatives...

Apart from Mr and Mrs Fenton.

When you've always been alone,

you get used to it.

Is that quite true?

No... it isn't.

It's nearly true.

You wouldn't know.

I know what it's like

to be alone.

And I know what despair

can feel like, too.

When even the sun looks grey.

And self-pity is such a dreary thing...

...you despise yourself...

...and wonder if it matters

if you go on living or not.

Yes, I know.

Sophie...

Would you let me help you?

Help me?

I've got you!

No...I can shut you out.

Sophie!

Sophie... where are you?

It's your move.

Sophie!

That's the idea.

Yes, you're really doing a very good job...

Far more quickly that I could.

It's your practical mind.

Now, I started a catalogue 3 times...

But always when I come across

one of my old favourites...

I stop and think how I caught it.

I know... then you're lost.

How well you understand.

You know, you've become

quite a stabilising influence...

...during the weeks

you've been here.

i shall be very sorry

when you have to leave us.

I shall be very sorry, too, Sir...

I've been very happy here.

I'm glad.

Got it!

Silver White... see them all over the place.

Alright... fly away!

Don't you ever get tired

of butterflies?

I get tired of people, first.

Oh, well... of course.

But I've only had 3 weeks of butterflies.

What do you do,

when you get tired of people?

You can't stick pins

through their middles.

I think sometimes I'd like to.

Yes...I know that feeling.

What was that?

I thought I heard something cry out.

Yes... there it is again!

Why did you do that?

It was caught in one of those

beastly spring traps...

It's legs were broken.

Poor little thing.

I hate traps.

Hey... what do you think

you're playing at?

What are you doing

with that rabbit?

How many of those traps

have you got?

About a dozen.

Do you have to use that sort?

I bought 'em cheap.

Any objections?

I'll give you 5 for the lot.

Well... that suits me fine.

I'll take delivery now.

I can't bring 'em now...

I'm meeting someone.

I said "now".

You better get them, Hick.

5 is certainly better

than any girl.

Maybe you got something there!

I'll bring 'em round.

Oh, Hick...

Could I have my comb?

I'll throw it in with the traps.

He's spoilt it.

I don't want it any more.

Nice chap!

He's one of the people

I'd like to throw away.

I'd stick to butterflies,

if I were you.

You see...

Well, he's brought her back.

He's bad for her.

-Nonsense!

Oh, there you are, Sophie.

Any luck?

No, only Silver White.

I told Hick not to come here.

Well, I have some work to do.

I'm afraid it's my fault, Mrs Fenton...

I've just bought some rabbit traps

from Hick.

Oh... why?

He's sorry for the rabbits.

What are you doing with my knife?

I'll give it back to you later on.

Well I'd better go

and collect the traps.

Mind you only give him 5.

I will.

Oh, Mr Somers...

He'll try and make you

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