The Young in Heart Page #8

to the people I love.

I shall say no more, ma'am.

Well, how do you do,

Mr. Anstruther.

How do you do.

Did you have a pleasant trip?

Very pleasant,

and very interesting.

Good evening, Miss Carleton.

Oh, come in, my dear.

I just saw Mr. Anstruther.

I didn't know

he was back from his trip.

Oh, yes. Sit down,

won't you, dear?

I've just had a long talk

with Mr. Anstruther.

I've realized for some time

how much I've been imposing

upon you and your family.

Oh, I... not at all.

I've wondered,

What can they possibly gain

by giving so much

to a Ionely old lady?

Oh.

And finally

I've decided to do...

at least, everything

that is in my power to do...

But we don't want you

to do anything.

I'm sure of that.

But I want you to know that I have

asked Mr. Anstruther

to draw up a new will

so that, when I die,

everything I have will come

to you and your family.

It isn't at all what I would

like to leave you, George-Anne.

I would like

to leave you happiness.

Oh, Miss Ellen!

He's very well-known as Algy

To the girls of Mandalay

He's a captain of Lancers, Algy

He's bold,

he's brave, he's gay

George-Anne, do you know

what your father is?

Yes, I think I know.

Nonsense, my dear, you couldn't know.

Only just happened.

He's been made

the headmost sales manager

of the entire London branch!

What do you think of that, George-Anne.

Making money on his own and everything.

Ho ho. Tut-tut.

Not big money, of course,

but an impressive step,

if I do say so myself.

Of course it is.

It's just what we need

to convince the old lady.

Just think how pleased she'll be.

She'll think we're all wonderful!

She'll think

we're wonderful, all right.

She does now.

In fact, you don't even

have to go on with it, Sahib.

We've won.

Whatever do you mean?

She's decided on her will.

We're to get the money.

She's going to leave us

everything she has.

How too, too marvelous!

Aren't you going to

compliment George-Anne, Sahib?

She did most of it.

Oh. So she did, my dear.

Very good.

Excellent work.

Wonderful.

Now we're all set.

Yes, we're...

we're set at last.

And now,

let's plan our party.

It can be a celebration now.

We'll have a wonderful time.

Going to India, eh?

Well, well, that's

my old stamping ground.

I must give you some

letters of introduction, my boy.

Ah, India, India.

Richard and George-Anne

were born there, you know.

They were?

Yes, poor dears,

they were born there.

Such an awful place.

I've never been there myself,

but they've told me about it.

That's very astonishing.

Don't mind Marmy.

She has little lapses like that.

Nothing dangerous.

Perhaps we'd better dance.

Rather a shy young fellow, what?

I'm sure I've

seen him about somewhere.

Never forget a face, you know.

Your whole family

are rather complex, aren't they?

Oh, yes.

Well, take me, for example.

I'm probably the most

complex character I know.

- Really?

- Really.

- Richard?

- Hmm?

Why did you ask the boss yesterday

to recommend

a night school in engineering?

Oh, that? Oh.

Oh, I just did that

to impress him.

Clever of me, what?

Well, why did you

want to impress him?

You're going to give up your job as soon

as you get Miss Fortune's money.

I hadn't thought about that.

- You won't need a job.

- No, but...

Is your father going to

give up his job?

Sahib give up his Wombats?

He's sales managing the place.

Well, if your father's going to

continue toiling among the Wombats

and you're going to spend your

young life in an engineering office...

well, it just doesn't make sense,

does it, with the will and all that.

Doesn't it?

Well, it doesn't to me.

It looks like a slight contradiction.

Well, it does rather,

come to think of it, doesn't it?

What do you suppose is wrong?

You.

You aren't hardboiled enough for

an heir. You might as well face it.

You think so?

I wonder.

Come on, Richard, let's dance.

Permit me to say, ma'am,

that you dance exquisitely.

It is a beautiful dance, isn't it?

With you, ma'am, it's a poem.

They've made up.

Oh, I'm so glad!

Who?

George-Anne and that

nice Mr. Macrae.

Oh, yes.

I've loved you

for a long time, yes,

but that doesn't mean

I'm going to marry you.

But why?

You really want to know?

Aye.

All right, then.

Your suspicions about us

were right, Duncan.

We didn't love the old lady,

and we didn't stay with her

because she was Ionely.

We were after her money

right from the start,

and that night

you came to the house,

I was afraid

you'd spoil everything.

I was afraid

to even have you about.

But you're not afraid now?

No, because now she's come through.

Now we're going to get her money.

We're all rotters, Duncan.

We always have been

and we always will be.

We're parasites.

We... we cheat at cards

and we lie about ourselves,

and the only time we behave

like decent people is when it pays.

Such a long speech, darling,

and I don't believe a word of it.

I don't care what you thought

you were up to.

I don't care what you think you are.

I want to marry you.

Oh, no, Duncan.

I'm not turning noble, but...

but I won't mess up your life.

Once I wouldn't marry you because

you weren't rich enough for me,

and now I won't marry you because

I'm not good enough for you.

Duncan, what?

Sahib, what happened?

She's... she's fainted.

Must keep calm, you know.

Old lady's liable

to this sort of thing.

Her fluff's coming off

on your trousers.

They say if you hold a puppy

by the tail, its eyes will drop out.

- That's guinea pigs.

- Oh.

Is Andrew there?

- Andrew?

- I'm here.

She wants you to telephone

for Mr. Anstruther. He's to hurry.

Oh.

Is she?

We don't know yet.

She's barely conscious,

Miss George-Anne.

She sent for Anstruther.

Oh, Sahib,

I'm so ashamed.

My dear.

- Rick?

- What?

Do you think

she's going to die?

I don't know.

Do you care

if she dies, Rick?

Well, I'm rather

used to the old gal.

She's not so bad, really.

We're horrible people...

aren't we?

Hard as nails, all of us.

Don't you think

people ever change?

Not us, ever.

We just aren't any good.

I think I am.

Don't make me tired.

I think Sahib is.

He's changed.

I suppose you think

I have too.

I'm about as much changed

as Marmy is.

We've been acting so long

you think we're changed,

but you're

fooling yourself, Rick.

Like Duncan.

You wait and see.

We'll be back to normal.

You and the Sahib too.

Wish her luck, little Jane.

How is she?

How is she?

I'm Miss Fortune's lawyer,

not her doctor.

He will inform you

at the proper time.

Since I am

her lawyer, however,

there is a little matter

that may perhaps interest you.

Miss Fortune's one thought,

despite her grave condition,

has been to live long enough

to set her signature to a new will.

This she has done.

I need not inform you as to

the identity of the new legatees.

I might add, however,

that if certain circumstances

had been different,

I should have advised

Miss Fortune most strongly

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