you're not miss froy. no, i'm not miss froy. i am frau kummer. i told you this when we had our tea together. but... no, this is not the woman... i had tea with miss froy. no, i am not mad. this isn't right. mrs. barnes met her. she'll tell you this isn't her. i will fetch mrs. barnes and we can put an end to this silly charade. excuse me. miss evelyn: my dear, you do look quite forlorn. is something wrong? would you mind awfully if i let you into my confidence? i have told the reverend we had to leave early because i am missing our son. you may be frank with us, mrs. barnes. the reverend and i met late in life. of course we understood the likelihood of a child was virtually impossible, so you can imagine our ecstasy when our son gabriel was born. as you know, the reverend forbade all talk of him while we were at the hotel. his logic for doing so... our devotion to him has... the reverend believes... been tempting fate, and now i'm... well, it appears the reverend was right. fate has been... (knocking) i'm sorry to trouble you, mrs. barnes. the, u

and i admit that i invented miss froy. i'm not sure you can cure illness with a scolding, but for the first time in my career, i hope i am proved wrong. what's your opinion? you feel he is cleverer than you? i think he's making a mistake. you and i may not see eye to eye on many things, but this is agreed on. and frankly, i don't understand your hesitation with sending her to sleep. unless, of course, you fear the young lady's anger when she realizes she's been tricked. she has what you call spirit and i call temper. please, please. please stop. i'm trying to think. well, there isn't much time. i'll write a declaration on it that the drug is harmless should the lady be taken ill afterwards as a direct result, and i will give you a sample to take back to england. i hope i have given you all the assurances you need. now frankly, i have to go back and see my patient. wait. i've brought you some soup. i don't want it. just a sip. you need the nourishment. do you still loathe me? iris? i don't want to go back to my compartment.

and i admit that i invented miss froy. i'm not sure you can cure illness with a scolding, but for the first time in my career, i hope i am proved wrong. what's your opinion? you feel he is cleverer than you? i think he's making a mistake. you and i may not see eye to eye on many things, but this is agreed on. and frankly, i don't understand your hesitation with sending her to sleep. unless, of course, you fear the young lady's anger when she realizes she's been tricked. she has what you call spirit and i call temper. please, please. please stop. i'm trying to think. well, there isn't much time. i'll write a declaration on it that the drug is harmless should the lady be taken ill afterwards as a direct result, and i will give you a sample to take back to england. i hope i have given you all the assurances you need. now frankly, i have to go back and see my patient. wait. i've brought you some soup. i don't want it. just a sip. you need the nourishment. do you still loathe me? iris? i don't want to go back to my compartment.