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Kitty Foyle: Tell me about love.
Wyn Strafford: Well, first there was a man and just as soon as he had time to learn his way about, there was a woman.
Kitty Foyle: Was the woman - beautiful?
Wyn Strafford: Very. She had reddish hair and her nose that went like so and her eyes - her eyes were as blue-green as the sea itself.
Kitty Foyle: She looked something like me, huh?
Wyn Strafford: Well, her voice didn't sound so much like music and her eyes didn't trap the starlight one half as cleverly and she wasn't nearly so beautiful.
Kitty Foyle: What did the man and the woman do?
Wyn Strafford: Oh, at first, they just hung around. Didn't take any notice of each other at all. Oh, maybe a grunt now and then, but certainly nothing more. They thought of each other as company, or perhaps as friends. And then, one night, a strange thing happened.
Kitty Foyle: What?
Wyn Strafford: The man and woman were sitting in front of a fire. Firelight played upon the woman's face and the man for the first time saw how beautiful she was. So, immediately he made love to her.
Kitty Foyle: How?
Wyn Strafford: He bent down over her, rubbed her nose with his.
Kitty Foyle: Didn't the woman object?
Wyn Strafford: No.
Kitty Foyle: No?
Wyn Strafford: She loved him too.
Kitty Foyle: Why?
Wyn Strafford: Well..
Kitty Foyle: Because, he was all that she had ever dreamed of. Tell me some more about the man and the woman. Let me see, where was I? You were here.
Wyn Strafford: Let me see, where was I?
Kitty Foyle: You were here.
[kiss]
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Tom Foyle: You've got good Irish eyes, Kitty, and they're looking into the future.
Odette Myrtil
Extended Reading
