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86.<br />
NARRATOR (cont’d)<br />
it had come to her so newly, so<br />
overwhelmingly, with a face so<br />
grave, a touch so startling, that<br />
she had stood there petrified,<br />
humbled at the first look of its<br />
eyes, recognizing that what she had<br />
once taken for love was merely<br />
pleasure and spring-time, and the<br />
flavor of youth.<br />
SUSY<br />
(wailed)<br />
But how was I to know? And now it’s<br />
too late!<br />
41 EXT. VERSAILLES STREET - DAWN 41<br />
It was hardly light, and still raining, when she turned into<br />
the dismal street. As usual, it was empty; but at the corner<br />
she perceived a hesitating taxi, with luggage piled beside<br />
the driver. Perhaps it was some early traveler, just<br />
arriving, who would release the carriage in time for her to<br />
catch it, and thus avoid the walk to the metro, and the<br />
subsequent strap-hanging; for it was the work-people’s hour.<br />
Susy raced toward the vehicle, which, overcoming its<br />
hesitation, was beginning to move in her direction.<br />
Observing this, she stopped to see where it would discharge<br />
its load.<br />
Thereupon the taxi stopped also, and the load discharged<br />
itself in front of her in the shape of Nick Lansing. The two<br />
stood staring at each other through the rain till Nick broke<br />
out:<br />
NICK<br />
Where are you going? I came to get<br />
you.<br />
SUSY<br />
To get me? To get me?<br />
Beside the driver she had suddenly remarked the old<br />
suit-case from which her husband had obliged her to extract<br />
Strefford’s cigars as they were leaving Como; and everything<br />
that had happened since seemed to fall away and vanish in<br />
the pang and rapture of that memory.<br />
NICK<br />
To get you; yes. Of course.
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