The Young in Heart Page #7

Sometimes, George-Anne,

I don't know where you get

all your cleverness.

Certainly not from me.

I guess the Sahib has more brains

than I ever realized.

I don't know that we've

been so clever, though, Marmy.

We haven't been getting on

very far with the will.

I'm beginning to think...

perhaps we should

give up the whole idea.

George-Anne!

I just mean... well...

we might get along better

if we thought up some other plan.

But this is a lovely plan,

and we're getting along beautifully.

Poor darling, you're discouraged.

You've worked so hard on it.

But it'll come through.

We'll get the old lady yet.

All right, Marmy.

Forgive me.

Forgive her?

Now what does she think she did?

Hello.

How do you do, Miss Fortune.

My boat sails on Monday.

Saturday night?

Well, that's...

that's very kind of you,

but, well, I seldom go

to parties nowadays.

Well, if you're sure George-Anne

will not be unpleasantly surprised.

L... I promised to stay

away from her once and for all.

Well, since you're certain,

I'll be glad to come.

And it's very, very kind of you

to ask me.

Good day, Miss Fortune.

Oh.

I thought I told you an hour ago

I didn't need you any longer.

That's all right. I just had

a little reading to do.

Take you home?

- I think not, thank you.

- Sorry.

I say, you wouldn't like

to do the town, would you,

with Miss Fortune and the Carleton

family on Saturday night?

White tie.

Are you paying for the party?

No. No, a small white dog

with a large black eyebrow

is about all I can afford

for several weeks.

- How is Jane?

- Oh, terrific.

Several slippers have gone west,

and some of Mr. Dickey's

antique rugs have aged perceptibly,

but I couldn't live without her.

Did she make

your Miss Ellen happy?

Oh, immensely.

She's mad about her, really.

Then Jane is what you might call

a wise investment.

As a matter of fact,

I think Jane will do the trick.

- Congratulations.

- I knew you'd be interested.

Good night.

If you'll pardon my curiosity,

what are you reading?

Oh, this?

Just something I picked up.

I'm trying to find out

why grown men

waste their time

being engineers.

When they can be heirs?

Exactly.

By the way, the boss said

the suggestions you made

for the new building

were not half bad for an amateur.

Did he not really?

Of course, that doesn't mean

anything to you.

No.

It's always nice to make

an impression on the boss.

Mm-hmm.

Well... good night.

I suppose you think I couldn't

be an engineer if I wanted to.

Well, there wouldn't be

any point to it, would there?

You'll be able

to buy and sell engineers one day.

Hmm, yes,

I suppose you're right.

On second thought, I think I will

go to the party with you Saturday,

if the invitation's still open.

Still open?

Oh, it's you or no one.

I have an idea about you,

but it still needs

just a little more work.

- Good night.

- Good night.

This type of motor uses

delayed-combustion design or method.

And, uh,

that means exactly?

Putting it quite simply, sir,

that means that

the cylinder head is recessed

to receive

the patented-shaped piston,

which closes off the valve area

from the combustion chamber.

Yes, yes.

If I were to say that the Wombat is

the last word in mechanical perfection,

I should be withholding

the full truth.

The Wombat

is above mechanical perfection.

The Wombat is ahead of its time,

as far ahead of its time

as was... um...

well, Socrates of his.

Yes.

It's a pretty thing, isn't it?

Yes.

Well, Colonel Carleton,

I believe in you,

and I'd like to put in my order

for three of them.

One for myself,

and one for my wife,

and, uh, one for my, uh...

well, uh...

I understand perfectly, sir.

I shall deliver the third one to you

personally at your club.

Oh, that's fine, Colonel, fine.

- Thank you.

- Thank you.

Colonel Carleton!

Yes, Mr. Hutchins?

I would like to have

a word with you.

It's always

a pleasure and a privilege

to chat with the Managing Director

of our company, Mr. Hutchins.

Colonel Carleton, I have

always made it my custom

to know the men

who represent the Wombat,

to look into their past records.

Past records, sir?

Records aren't always

quite fair and all that, you know.

On the contrary, Colonel, I think

your record does you full justice.

All I can say, sir, is that,

since I've been with the Wombat,

I've done my best.

Sometimes an executive's position

involves unpleasant duties.

A fact I quite understand, sir.

On the other hand, sometimes

those duties are a distinct pleasure.

This is one of

those pleasurable occasions.

The board has decided that

a man of your obvious talent

is wasted as a mere salesman.

We are very anxious that you should

become our London sales manager,

take charge of this entire branch.

I trust that will be

agreeable to you.

Oh, well, l... I've...

A suitable adjustment

of recompense, of course.

Well, I've no doubt we can

come to terms, Mr. Hutchins.

Oh, and, by the way,

some of the members of the board

are very anxious to meet you.

Oh, naturally, naturally.

I'm giving a little dinner party

at my house on Saturday night.

- I hope you can be there.

- Be delighted.

Oh! I'm afraid not.

Not Saturday night, no.

An old friend of mine

who's been very kind to me

is giving a little party that night, and l...

I wouldn't like to disappoint her.

However, any other night... Monday,

Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday...

- Some other time. Good night.

- Good night.

And, oh, by the way,

may I suggest that you

take things a bit easier.

We can't afford

to lose you, you know.

Oh, indeed no,

indeed no, sir.

And furthermore, Miss Fortune,

I discovered that your Colonel Carleton

is not even a colonel.

He's nothing but a common

adventurer, and a cardsharper.

He and his family are well-known

on the Continent as fortune hunters.

They were last heard of

when the son

nearly took in

a wealthy young American girl.

They were asked to leave.

- How sad.

- Sad?

That such fine people should be

reduced to such an existence.

How cruel life

must have been to them.

But you don't understand,

Miss Fortune.

They're not fine people.

They're little better than criminals.

And they're in your house now,

living on you, sponging on you.

Who knows what plans

they may have against you?

Now I understand so many things

that used to puzzle me...

little glances they exchanged,

little embarrassments they had,

times when they were hurt

and I never understood why.

Oh, I wish

I had known sooner.

I could've spared them so much.

But you must

get rid of them, Miss Fortune.

They'll take everything you have.

Oh. I'm an old woman,

Mr. Anstruther,

a very old woman

who has led a Ionely, useless life.

But I've learned some things

in my Ioneliness...

perhaps because of it.

I've learned not to judge people.

I've learned

to take them as I find them,

not as others find them.

And most of all,

I've learned to give

complete and unquestioning faith

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