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: What are you looking for? Christine Vole
: My accordion. Leonard Vole
: [stepping on it
] I think I've found it. Christine Vole
: Step on it again. It's still breathing.
: Damn you. Damn you. Damn you! Damn you!
: You are burning my nose.
: It isn't even my letter paper! I write my letters on small, blue paper with my initials on it? Sir Wilfrid
: Like these?
[pulling out a sheaf of letters on blue paper
] Christine Vole
: Damn you! Damn you! Let me go! Let me get out of here!
: [to Brogan-Moore
] Oh, pardon, Mrs. Vole, handle her gently especially when you break the news of the arrest. Bear in mind, she's a foreigner. So be prepared for hysterics and even a fainting spell. Better have smelling salts ready, a box of tissues and a nip of brandy. Christine Vole
: [Enters Mrs. Vole
] I do not think that will be necessary. I never faint because I'm not sure that I will fall gracefully and I never use smelling salts because they puff up the eyes. I'm Christine Vole.
: You think Mrs. French looked upon Leonard as a son? Or a nephew? Brogan-Moore
: I do. An entirely natural and understandable relationship. Christine Vole
: What hypocrites you are in this county.
: He is not my husband. Leonard and I went through a form of marriage in Hamburg, but, I had a husband living at the time somewhere in East Germany in the Russian zone. Sir Wilfrid
: Did you tell Leonard? Christine Vole
: I did not! It would have been stupid to tell him. He would not have married me and I would have been left behind to starve in the rubble. Brogan-Moore
: But, he did marry you and brought you safely to this country. Don't you think you should be very grateful to him? Christine Vole
: One can get very tired of gratitude.
: How are you fixed for sugar? Christine Vole
: I could use some.
: Your husband loves you very much, does he not? Christine Vole
: Leonard? He worships the ground I walk on. Sir Wilfrid
: And you? Christine Vole
: You want to know too much. Auf wiedersehen, gentlemen.