The Upturned Glass Page #2

And when it became obvious that

Ann was on her way to recovery,

she was tremendously

grateful to him,

afeeling whichMichael

Joyce did not mistake,

but he knew that his own interest in

her was greater than it should be.

Without admitting

it to himself

he began to dread the day when

the job would be completed,

the day ofthe

final examination,

after which Ann and her mother would

return to their home in the country.

Ann and I went to the

pictures last night.

The first time

for over a year.

It was all colored.

Well, I don't suppose

we shall see you again.

I hope you will.

I hope so, too.

Not professionally, of course.

The sun's come out, Mommy.

We'll go into the

park, shall we?

Goodbye.

Are you really

going to the park?

Yes. Why?

Do you mind if I go with you?

Of course not.

But oughtn't you should tell

someone you're going out?

I'll tell them

when I get back,

and then there can be

no mistake about it.

He should have said goodbye when their

relationship came to its natural conclusion,

but

he couldn 't bring himselfto.

She represented all ofthe things

that were so painfully lacking

from a life devoted to textbooks

andoperating theaters.

She was so simple

and unaffected.

She told him about

Phillip, her husband,

how his work as a geologist had

kept them apartfor years at a time.

And now, he was going to give itup

so that they could be together.

She told him how they'd

hopedfor more children.

Having only one, she had

become all the more nervous

and possessive about Ann.

They went on seeing each other

andfind they have

the same tastes.

They both like music andfell into the

habit of going to concerts together.

Sometimes she'd come and

play the piano at his house.

I feel awfully guilty making

you drive out all this way.

It's alright.

I really should

have stayed in town,

only I hate leaving

Ann alone at night.

I'm relying on you

to show me the way.

I don't know this

part of the country.

Oh, I know the road.

Good.

Wait a minute.

Are we lost?

Oh, it's alright.

That's our chapel.

Your chapel?

Yes, you can see it

from my bedroom window.

Draw up when we come to it.

I must show it to you.

Alright.

There used to be great

ructions in the family about it.

When the wind's in our direction

you can hear them singing.

I rather like it.

The sound drifts across

and, oh, I don't know,

it's rather peaceful.

Some people hate it.

Kate was always trying to get

Phillip to sell the house.

That was before she

was married, of course.

Then after she came back here

after her husband was killed

she started all over again.

She says Clay always

plays out of tune.

- Who's Clay?

- Our gardener.

He plays the organ here.

Kate thinks we ought to get

rid of him because of it.

Why, does it affect

his gardening?

Oh, no.

It's just that Kate thinks that if hadn't

a job he might go into another district

and then there wouldn't be

anyone to play the organ.

Who's Kate?

My sister-in-law.

You met her one day

at the hospital.

Did I?

Don't you even remember

the people you meet?

I remember the important ones,

the ones I want to remember.

That's our house up there.

There's something I've been

wanting to ask you all evening.

- Yes?

- It's just -

are you divorced?

No.

Donna doesn't want a divorce.

Why do you ask?

Oh, no reason. I just wondered.

We ought to be going.

It must be awfully late.

When Emma

cameup to London for the day

she made a habit of

calling in at

Michael's house inHolly Street

after the day's shopping,

and often, they'd have dinner

together afterwards.

- Hello.

- Hello.

I'm sorry I had to

keep you waiting.

I got messed up with my

appointments this afternoon.

It doesn't matter.

Come and listen.

- What is it?

- It's a record Ann's made.

It almost sounds as though

she is a real pianist.

I'm trying to

think of what this.

- ""Madam, Will You Walk?""

- Oh, yes.

It's good. Is that really Ann?

Well, of course it is.

Quite a professional job.

Shh.

Oh, dash. I'll go back.

That was a mistake.

She always goes wrong there.

But we're going to have another

one made without any mistakes.

I'm practicing sorry.

She can play it, really.

This is where she goes wrong.

She used to play very well.

After the accident, of course,

she had to play from memory.

I made her go on practicing.

Emma, do you love

your husband?

Well, do you?

I don't know how to

answer that question.

But you know why I asked.

Yes.

Oh, Michael, I don't

know what to say.

Phillip and I have been

togetherfor so long.

I love you, Emma.

You shouldn't have told me.

If we kept quiet about it we might

have gone on seeing each other.

It wouldn't have worked.

I suppose not.

I wanted you to know.

I did know, Michael.

I've tried not

to recognize it.

I've tried to tell myself that something

would happen to make it alright.

Then I knew nothing could.

It could never be alright.

Neither of us is free

or ever likely to be.

There's nothing we

can do about it.

We won't see each other

again after today.

No.

I'll miss you.

Oh, Michael, so shall I -

dreadfully.

It became more and more difficultfor

them to end their association,

though

neither was happy about it.

Emma's husband was givingup the

work he liked so as to be with her,

and she was torn between

her loyalty towards him

and her love

forMichaelJoyce.

Finally, she decided to

write to her husband

and explain what had happened;

to ask him to release her.

I can't send it, can I?

No, you can't.

It would be too unfair.

It's Ann I'm thinking

of, of course.

Yes. Well, there's your answer.

It certainly wouldn't

be fair to her.

There's only one thing

for us to do, I'm afraid.

Goodbye, Michael.

No, don't come near me.

We must never

see each other again.

And they never did

see each otheragain.

Good morning, Mr. Joyce.

Good morning.

Isn't it terrible

about Mrs. Wright?

Mrs. Wright?

You remember, the mother

of the little girl.

Hello. I have anappointment

for 10 o'clock.

Oh, will you come in.

Will you take a seat

in here, please?

What about her?

Who? Oh, Mrs. Wright.

She fell out of a window

and broke her neck.

It was established

at the inquest

that the fatal fall took place at

about 6 o'clock in the evening.

The only other people in the house at the

time were the child, Ann, and a housemaid,

who testified that earlier in the afternoon Mrs.

Katherine Howard had visited the house.

Did you see Mrs. Howard leave?

Yes, sir. I saw her get

into a car and drive away.

At about what time?

A little before 6:00,

I should say, sir.

And it was some minutes

later that you heard a noise,

as if someone falling?

Yes, sir.

That will be all,

Miss Bond. Thank you.

Repeat after me.

- I swear by Almighty God.

- I swear by Almighty God.

- that I will speak the truth-

- that I will speak the truth -

- the whole truth -

- the whole truth -

- and nothing but the truth.

- and nothing but the truth.

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