#dorabillings

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Oliver: Dora, sweetheart-

Dora: Don’t touch me, Oliver. 

Oliver: What’s this all about? I- I thought we were happy, I...I don’t understand...

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Oliver: Are we taking a trip, darling? Your bags are...

Dora: You should still be at the office.

Oliver: Dora?

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Dora: Sylvie, this is very important. If what you’ve said is true, then...

Sylvie: It is, I swear.

Dora: Then for many reasons, I cannot be here. If I leave...will you come with me? I was going to wait, to ask you another time, but- 

Sylvie: Leave? And go where? Could Iona come?

Dora: I’m afraid not. I see something in you, you could do real good. 

Sylvie: I...I would have to ask my mother...

Dora: Alright. I will explain more and then that’s what we’ll do. Just...stay quiet until then?

Sylvie: I will. 

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Dora: Tell me at once.

Sylvie: I...he...I overheard him talking to Oliver in the study. He...he said that if OIiver did not...did not get you under control, he would deal with you in the same way as ‘the Rothschild girl’...I think he means my Aunt Florence. She disappeared. I...I think he killed her. Please. You must go.

Dora: ...alright. Alright. Thank you. Here’s what we shall do. You will act as though you’ve heard nothing of the sort. Carry on as normal. I will make a plan. Agreed?

Sylvie: ...yes.

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Oliver: Please...stay...talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong.

Dora: It’s not as simple as that. I...I’m truly very sorry...

Oliver: But I am your husband, I...what about our son? What about Edward?

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Dora: I...I have to leave.

Oliver: What do you mean, leave?

Dora: I mean...leave.

Oliver: You can’t mean it. 

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Dora: What would you like to do, Sylvie? When you’re older. You’re such a bright thing, I’d hate to see you waste that.

Sylvie: Oh...ummm...well, I’m not sure.

Dora: If I...if I could offer you an opportunity to really help people...would you be interested?

Sylvie: Why...yes...I suppose I would. Why?

Dora: It’s late. Let us talk more after my lunch with Mr Stone tomorrow. And we will talk, I promise. 

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Dorothy: If I were to give my approval...when would you be leaving?

Dora: As soon as possible.

Dorothy: Which is?

Dora: There’s a train tomorrow evening. 

Dorothy: I would like to speak to my daughter alone for a moment.