Freddie: Lord Elms… did you realize how far Peter Darrell had led Ruth?
Lord Elms: You know, Frederick, when you were first evacuated to us, you were nearly twelve. We sent our driver to the station to pick you up. It was only many years later he told me that you chatted all the way to the house, insisted on sitting next to him. You thought he was me. You didn’t see his rough hands. You only saw a man you could talk about cars with. I’ve thought often of this, and what a disappointment we must have been to you… I must’ve been… so stiff. Always sitting in the back of the room, away from the real conversation, when all you wanted was to sit in the front and talk. I realize it’s what Ruthie longed for from me. … Such discoveries, all too late.
