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What’s happened? It’s just, uh, another one of David’s little muddles and misunderstandings. I don’t want to hear another word from anybody. Take us home. Now. All right. You can take care of this, can’t you, David? Go inside, Dad. “Mr and Mrs David Goldman.’ ‘ “Mr and Mrs David Goldman.’ ‘ “Mr and Mrs David…’ ‘ You’re married! Legally, yes, but I… When were you going to tell me? Soon. It… It’s just never seemed like the right time. You seemed so happy and I was happy and… You were living with your wife all this time. Round the corner! Byron Avenue! It’s no wonder we kept bumping into each other, is it? What number? . Don’t be like this. Come on. I have nothing. I didn’t take my exams. I… I left school! Where’s it all gone now? I can get a divorce. Everything will turn out for the best. Go and tell them. Go and tell them, and then go and tell your wife. They won’t listen now. All right? I’ll come round tomorrow, when everyone’s feeling a bit calmer. Please don’t make me… Please don’t make me tell them on my own. You owe me that much. You owe them that much. I owe them much more than that. Hey. Two minutes, and then I’ll come out and drag you in. What’s going on? He’s helping himself to some Dutch courage before facing you. Stolen Dutch courage, from the look of it. He has something he has to tell you. He just drove off! Can you tell us? Jenny, please! I wouldn’t worry about it too much. When I found out… Not now, Helen. I tried to tell him. I’m not speaking to him now, if that’s any consolation. It’s a funny world you people live in. You both watched me carrying on with a married man and you didn’t think it was worth saying anything about it. Yes, well, if you want that conversation… You watched David and I help ourselves to a map and you didn’t say much, either. Come on, you, let’s go. Good boy. Oh. Hello. Hello. Sorry, I think I’ve got the wrong number. I was looking for my… I wanted… For my cello lesson. Oh, no. Don’t tell me. Good God. You’re a child. You didn’t know about any of this, presumably? No. They never do. You’re not in the family way, are you? Because that’s happened before. Thank God for that. No. No. You stay here. Did you see her? Yes, I saw her. I didn’t talk to her. There wasn’t any need. We have to have this out. Well, if you won’t do it, I will. I’m still your father. Oh, you’re my father again now, are you? And what were you when you encouraged me to throw my life away? Silly schoolgirls are always getting seduced by glamorous older men. But what about you two? Jenny? Jenny. Jenny, I’m sorry. I know I’ve made a mess of everything. All my life I’ve been scared and I didn’t want you to be scared. That’s why I wanted you to go to Oxford. And then along came David and he knew famous writers, he knew how to get to classical music concerts… But he wasn’t who he said he was. He wasn’t who you said he was, either. The other day, your mother and I were listening to a programme on the radio about C. S. Lewis, and they said that he’d moved to Cambridge in . I said, “Well they’ve got that wrong.’ ‘ Our Jenny wouldn’t have his name in her book if he’d moved to Cambridge. There’s a cup of tea and some biscuits out here. How do you think we can help? I want to repeat my last year at school and take my exams. I got the impression last time we spoke that you didn’t see the point of school, or of me, or of any of us here. I know. I was . The life I want, there’s no shortcut. I know now that I need to go to university. It gives me absolutely no pleasure whatsoever to see our young schoolgirls throwing their lives away. Although, of course, you are not one of our schoolgirls any more. Through your own volition. I suppose you think I’m a ruined woman. You’re not a woman. No, I’m afraid I think that the offer of a place at this school would be wasted on you. Come in. I didn’t expect to see you again. This is lovely. All your books and pictures and… Hmm. Paperbacks and postcards, Jenny. That’s all you need, isn’t it? Just somewhere to… I’m sorry I said those silly things. I didn’t understand. Let’s forget about it. A Burne-Jones. Do you like him? I do. Still.



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