Well, I was waiting for Jonathan to call me.
JONATHAN
Oh, I forgot.
MLLE. PERRAULT
She was sitting like a little fairy in the grass by the roadway, and I stop my car and ask for Mr. Nathaniel Clay and she say you are here in the lumber room in the carriage house and she tell me many things—because we like each other very, very much and we walk very, very slowly.
NATHANIEL
Now! Now that you know all about Miss Susan Sample and Mr. Jonathan—(He realizes he doesn't know Jonathan's second name) I think I shall introduce you by your pen name, Jonathan—Mr. Alexander Jefferson, Sr.
(To Mlle. Perrault)
I am going to let them know about you. This, lady and gentleman, is Mlle. Marthe Perrault of Paris, France. Mlle. Perrault, may I present my friend Susan and my nephew Jonathan?
MLLE. PERRAULT (falling into the mood)
I am very, very pleased to see you again, Miss Sample. It is a great pleasure to have the honor of meeting you, Mr. Alexander Jefferson, Sr. I am looking forward to the première of your great tragedy, Zenobia, of which Miss Sample has been telling me.
SUSAN (Puts her arms about Mlle. Perrault and Jonathan is uncertain whether to be happy or afraid)
He wrote lots of others, too.
JONATHAN
Forty-one.
NATHANIEL
I think I'll tell you two a secret. (Susan pricks up her ears) Do you like secrets?
SUSAN
Yes, sir.
NATHANIEL
And can you keep them?
SUSAN
Oh, yes, sir.
NATHANIEL
Well, some day Mlle. Perrault is going to be my wife.
[He kisses Mlle. Perrault's hand.
Mlle. Perrault shows her engagement ring.
SUSAN
When?
NATHANIEL
Very soon. She is here on some war work and when she and her father go back to France I shall follow and we shall be married.
SUSAN
Ooh—
NATHANIEL
Now you mustn't tell.
SUSAN
Honest.
JONATHAN
No, sir!
MLLE. PERRAULT
Now, we have a secret. And you are going to sing me a little song.
SUSAN
Come on, Jonathan. Let's do the new one.
JONATHAN
Well, I'll try.
[He is quite miserable with stage-fright.
Susan sits at the piano and plays a chord. Then Jonathan begins to sing with much fear in his voice.
JONATHAN (singing)
All on a summer's day,
With flowers by the way,
A fair young prince and his purple knight
Found a princess at her play.