4x-xx-xx ep45 The Mark of the Plague

The phantoms of a world gone by, speak again the immortal tale. The mark of the plague. Your hand, Lucille. What is it, Harry? You look worried this afternoon. It's much too beautiful here to frown like that.

Sit down on this bench next to me, darling. I have something to tell you. Hmm. There. Now, dearest, what is it you have on your very, very serious mind? Oh, you little ninks. You can't take anything seriously, can you?

even love. You know I love you more than anything in the world and nothing's ever too serious when we have each other. Alright smile now. That's better. It certainly would be difficult if I had something important to tell you. You're about as unpredictable. No Carrie, look over there. It's a double cowl flip coming out already.

One of the roots I set out myself. Darling everything's blossoming. It will be all our lives for us, won't it? As long as we're together. And we will be always. Won't Oh, I hope so.

Is there any doubt? There isn't in my mind. Nothing could keep us apart, Harry. Nothing. Not even death. Well, Lucille, what a thing to say. Well, thank heaven. We have a long time ahead of us before we have to think of things like that.

There's no way of telling that, Harry. You never know when death is standing on your own doorstep. Well, I never know. From minute to minute what's going on inside that pretty head of yours? I'm serious now. You never can tell.

Oh, can't rearrange to be married soon. I want to so much. Well, that was what I wanted you to sit down here and talk about. Our marriage. There's nothing I'd rather talk about. We may have to wait, dear heart.