good day, mr. merrick.
i've brought you some things. i hope you'll like, mr. merrick. i hope you don't think it too forward.
i knew you'd understand. here.
i want you to know that i don't go about giving my pictures to just anyone.
she's very pretty, your mother.
oh no, mr. merrick. i just work there.
you've never been?
well you must go. it is one of the most beautiful places on earth. of course, i'm rather partial.
it's very difficult to put into a nutshell, but i should say the theater is the shrine of the imagination, where one may suspend disbelief and travel anywhere in the world, to any time you desire. you may look over the shoulders of kings, unobserved, battle with ruthless tyrants, and marry the beautiful princess, all in the space of a few hours. onstage you may be whoever you wish to be, do anything you please, and always, always live happily ever after. the theatre is all the brightest and best things of the world, mr. merrick. it is lights and music, gaiety and joy. it's.  well, it's romance.
that's one thing the theatre has in great store. which reminds me. i have something else for you.
have you read it?
good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this; for saints have hands that pilgrims hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmer's kiss.
ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.
why, mr. merrick, you're not an elephant man at all.
oh no.  no.  you're a romeo.
it's all arranged. i'll send over some evening gowns for the sisters that you select to accompany mr. merrick. you'll be using the royal entrance and princess alexandra herself will be there to welcome him to her private box.
well it is a miracle he ever got back. and, i'm sure, mr. treves, under your expert care, he'll have many happy years ahead.
how awful for john.
is he.  dying then?
well, it's all quite.  i've never heard.  it's quite.