I have to admit I am Wildhorn. Not Frank but his older brother Morty. He got the composing bug from me. I have a slew of musicals to unleash on the public and have decided to do it.
Like Frank, but hard to see what more can be extruded from this particular sausage.
Why don't you go? Why don't you leave Manderley? He doesn't need you... he's got his memories. He doesn't love you, he wants to be alone again with her. You've nothing to stay for. You've nothing to live for really, have you?