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Tottenham court road.
Thanks, madam.
"To wounded soldier-- Sixpence."
Are you reading about the castle and the wisteria?
What? Uh, yes. Why?
It just... It seems so wonderful,
and it's such a miserable day.
Perhaps that's why it seems so wonderful.
No, it is so wonderful.
Wonderful, yes,
but it's not worth wasting one's time thinking about.
No, it is.
I-- I believe we're neighbors.
I see you every Sunday in church--
Chapel street, Hampstead--
But we've never actually spoken.
- Um, I'm Mrs. Rose Arbuthnot. - Oh, thank you.
I'm Lotty Wilkins-- Mrs. Lotty Wilkins.
I don't suppose that means much to you.
Sometimes it doesn't mean much to me either,
but I am Mrs. Wilkins.
I'm sure you are.
I've never really liked the name Wilkins very much.
It's such a small name
with a mean little twist at the end, you know?
"Kins." "Kins"-- It's like a pug dog's little tail,
but it is Mellersh's name.
Mellersh Wilkins is my husband, so I'm stuck with it.
Um, he's a solicitor. He's very handsome.
- That must be nice for you. - Why?
Well, um...
because beauty... handsomeness
is a gift from God, like any other...
and if used properly, it can be, well--
Why don't we--Shh!
Sorry.
Why don't we try and get it?
- Get it? - Yes!
Not just say how wonderful it would be
and then go back to Hampstead without doing anything
about it,
As we have been doing for years and years and years.
But how do you mean, "get it"?
Rent it. Hire it. Have it.
The castle. The wisteria. Everything.
- You and me? - Yes. We'll share.
That way it will only cost half,
and you look as though you wanted it as much as I do.
You look so beautiful and so sad.
I'm not sad!
It's my face!
I can't help it. My husband says I have the face
of a disappointed Madonna. He has a way with words.
My husband never says a word too much
or a word too little.
Sometimes I think he keeps copies of everything he says.
It's very disheartening.
If you wish for something hard enough, it happens.
Lotty, I've told you before about buying flowers.
They are an extravagance of the most blatant kind.
They always die, Lotty.
Then you have to buy more.
I-- I know, Mellersh, but I like the color and--
We're not rich, Lotty.
I own no stocks and shares.
What would happen to you... if tomorrow
I were to be knocked down by a tram,
and you were still buying flowers?
We have to watch every penny, Lotty.
I understand, Mellersh.
You are still recording every purchase you make
in that book I bought you, I hope?
- Yes. Even the flowers. - Good.
Now...
mm-hm. About the party.
We should arrive at, um...
40, I think.
Yes.
30 is too early. We'd look too eager.
45--too late...
as if we're not interested.
Well,40 it is.
Can't I stay at home, Mellersh?
All these artists. There are so many in Hampstead,
and I never know what to say to them.
Oh, Praise them, my dear.
Praise them, and you can't go wrong.
But no one will know I'm there even if I am.
I'm sure your sister won't mind if I don't turn up.
But I would.
As a family solicitor,
I have to be seen as a reliable family man...
with wife.
Excellent sole, my dear.
Mellersh, I've been thinking.
As you know, this, um, terrible weather,
and I-- I wondered if you would mind...
Mm-hm?
Apple dumplings.
Would you mind some apple dumplings?
Mind? No. I love apple dumplings.
You're serving all my favorites tonight.
You haven't finished your sole.
- I'm not hungry. - Oh, I'll have it.
Temptations, friends.
The devil never sleeps when it comes to temptation.
Of course, two peter two, verse nine tells us,
"the lords knows how to deliver the godly out of temptations,
but he doesn't always bother."
I see us, you and me, this April in that castle by the sea.
I'm certain of it.
Have you ever seen things in a kind of flash
before they happen?
Never.
I'm sure it must be wrong to be good for so long
you become miserable.
I can see you've been good for years, and years
and you aren't happy.
And-- And I've been doing things for other people
ever since I was a little girl,
and I don't believe I'm loved any better--
Are you all right?
You must believe
I've never spoken to anyone like this in my life.
I don't know what's come over me.
It's the advertisement.
Yes...
and us being so miserable.
There's no harm in simply asking about it, is there?
Hello, my dear. You waited up.
I want to talk to you, Fredrick.
I've made you something.
Thank you. I had enough at the reception.
Yes, I can see.
After all, it was for my book.
You should have been there, my dear. I missed you.
- I wonder. - Of course, I did.
I thought about us in Vienna.
Do you remember Vienna?
Or was it Prague?
It doesn't matter.
The golden rule is,
if you've got yourself in a hole, stop digging.
Drink your milk, Frederick. It'll settle your stomach.
What do you think?
- People seem to like it. -Frederick...
no one should ever write a book God wouldn't like to read.
It's the way I earn a living.
Out of the immorality of fallen women.
They are dead.
Sin never dies, Frederick.
That's rather a depressing thought.
Anyway, I know your views,
so I've always been very careful.
You are married to Frederick Arbuthnot, gentleman.
Gerald Arundel wrote this and all the others.
Nobody knows it's a pseudonym.
God knows.
God must know an awful lot. Why doesn't he do something?
Frederick, I'm thinking of taking a holiday
in Italy this spring with a friend.
It's a splendid idea.
Yes, that's what I thought you'd say.
It's just what you need.
And as for the money--
I shall be using my own, Frederick.
You only have to ask.
Actually, it all works out rather well
because I shall be out and about promoting my book.
And of course, I shall be starting the next one--
Theodora, the slave princess.
Do you think we should go on with this?
Sixty pounds, Lotty.
That's 60 pounds plus fares, plus expenses
for food and such.
We could buy great many boots for the poor with that money.
We could advertise for two ladies to join us.
That way it would only cost 15 pounds each plus expenses.
There's something immoral about all this.
Oh, no. No, thank you. No.
Excuse me, Mr. Briggs.
We've come in answer to your letter about renting...
the castle in Italy.
Oh, I do beg your pardon.
I am very sorry. Do come in, ladies.
Um. Excuse me.
Uh, I'm very sorry about the mess.
I'm off in a couple of days. Uh, business, I'm afraid...
to Germany, uh, France, and Italy.
Here's my card.
But my real love is the, uh... Oboe.
Do you play anything?
The pianoforte.
Oh.
That's a ticket to the opera, Mr. Briggs.
I do beg your pardon.
I played the flute when I was at school.
I've always thought of myself as a flutey kind of person.
Mr. Briggs... 60 pounds?
Oh, in cash. Well, uh, Mrs. Arbuthnot,
checks are more usual, but...
however, I'm richer, and you're happier.
And, uh, I've got the money, and you've got San Salvatore,
and I think I know which is best.
Well, um...
now, here are all the details.
Yes, there we are. Plus...
photographs. There we are.
And the spare key... and I'll give you a receipt.
Your, um...
Your husband is going with you, Mrs. Arbuthnot?
No.
No, I'm-- I'm sorry.
I'd no right to-- I do understand... uh...
sad times...
the war...
Thank you, Mr. Briggs.
Well, I think you'll fit in very well at San Salvatore.
There are several portraits of you on the walls.
Portraits of me?
Madonnas... exactly like you, Mrs. Arbuthnot.
Are they looking disappointed?
No more than usual.
Rose.
Rose, we've done it!
We've done it!
You would've thought that hundreds would have jumped
at the chance of sharing a month's peace and quiet
in San Salvatore.
I can't understand why we've only had two replies.
It doesn't leave us much choice.
I knew them all, you know.
Dear Alfred Tennyson, who pulled my pigtails
and said they were too long.
And I sat on Mr. Carlyle's knee.
Oh, how he scowled.
I'm a perfect sharer of your holiday, Mrs. Arbuthnot.
All I wish to do is sit in the shade
and remember better times and better men.
I'm very fond of flowers, too,
and from what you tell me in your advertisement,
San Salvatore will be perfect.
I remember spending a weekend with my father at box hill.
Who lived at box hill?
George Meredith...
The novelist.
Did you know Keats?
Keats?
No, I didn't,
and I didn't know Shakespeare or Chaucer either.
Oh, no, of course not. It's just that, um...
well, it's just that they're immortal, aren't they?
And I've always thought of immortals as being...
um, well...Immortal-- Not having died--
I mean, they're alive, but they're dead...
And-- And alive. It's-- It's odd.
Very odd.
I thought I saw Keats the other day in Hampstead
crossing the road to his house where he lived.
It was about teatime--
Well, Mrs. Fisher, time we were going.
I really did see him. He was dressed in--
I hope you're not in the habit
of seeing dead people, however distinguished.
It's not in the best of taste.
I'm sure the last thing I would want to see
is my late husband, Mr. Fisher, crossing the road
in front of my house.
I'm sure.
Well, Mrs. Fisher, everything seems in order...
MRS.Provided your references are satisfactory.
Our references?
Aren't we the ones who ought to be
asking for references from you, Mrs. Fisher?
These should be satisfactory.
The president of the royal academy,
Archbishop of Canterbury,
the governor of the Bank of England.
I've known them for years.
I don't think references are very nice things
amongst decent people.
I mean, we're not businessmen, are we?
They have to distrust each other.
Mrs. Wilkins is right, Mrs. Fisher.
References do bring a certain atmosphere into our plans
which isn't quite what we want,
so I don't think we'll take up yours...
or give you ours...
in which case I shall assume that you don't wish to join us.
Well, very well. No references.
I waive all references.
Forgive me if I don't see you out.
Lady Caroline Dester.
Ooh, she sounds very grand.
Very smart.
Do you see her with us at San Salvatore?
I'm Caroline Dester.
I'm Mrs. Arbuthnot, and this is Mrs. Wilkins.
How do you do?
Do sit down.
Thank you.
You realize it will be very quiet at San Salvatore.
Nothing. No one.
Just the waves.
It sounds like heaven.
I'll be in Italy, which I love,
and not in a hotel, which a loathe.
Best of all I won't be staying with friends I'll be
with strangers. Wonderful.
Why is that so wonderful?
Well, you won't be able to mention a single person I know.
You don't know anyone I know, do you?
No, I don't think so.
Nor do I.
Good. It's so boring otherwise.
It's no holiday to talk about
the same old thing, same old people.
I want to just sit and not talk and not think
and not be the center of everything all the time.
You know what that's like.
No, I don't.
Neither do I.
Well, it's very wearing.
Everybody makes demands...
especially men.
Yes.
Oh, Caroline.
Hello, Jimmy.
Caroline, darling.
Marvelous party.
I'm not sure if you really deserve it.
And this one I've inscribed with a personal message for you.
Oh, thank you so much. Now, I would like you to--
Excuse me, I must go and have a word with your daughter.
Yes, but I was--
No, no, no, no.
Hello, I'm so glad you could make it.
I was looking forward--
Gerald.
- Congratulations on the book. - Thank you, Caroline.
Your mother has been most generous in setting this up.
- You look lovely. - I know. Thank you, Gerald.
You mustn't monopolize Caroline. It isn't fair.
Even though you are the guest of honor, Mr. Arundel.
- You're going away, I hear. - Who's been talking?
- Authors have ways. - Was it mother?
My lips are sealed.
I need to get away.
Where are you going?
If I told you, I wouldn't be getting away, would I?
It's a secret, is it?
And please don't try and find out, Gerald.
No, no.
Why don't you go home?
I just must have some time alone.
No! Stop!
It's all your fault!
Frederick?
Good night, my dear.
Splendid, my dear.
The apricot tart was especially fine.
Mellersh, there's something I want to talk to you about.
There's something I want to talk to you, too, about, my dear.
I'm thinking of taking you to Italy for Easter.
What?
I'm thinking of taking you to Italy for Easter.
We could both do with the change.
It would be nice to go together.
A second person is always useful in a country
whose language one doesn't speak...
to look after the luggage
while one communicates with the natives.
You seem stunned, my dear.
I am.
Yes, well, you don't seem very enthusiastic about it.
It really is the most extraordinary coincidence,
Mellersh. Really extraordinary. You see...
I've been invited by a friend
to spend April with her in Italy.
She has a house there.
What?
Well, a kind of castle, really...
so I said yes.
This is outrageous, Lotty.
You accept an invitation from a friend
- without consulting me? - I'm consulting you now.
Well, you can write to her and just tell her you can't go.
It's absolutely out of the question.
- I can't do that. - Why not?
Because I don't want to!
I'm afraid it's all settled, Mellersh.
I can't go back on my word now.
Settled? Settled? Nothing's settled.
I don't believe it a word of it.
A friend with a castle in Italy? What friend?
You haven't got any friends as far as I know.
Rose Arbuthnot.
Rose Arbuth-- I never heard of Rose Arbuthnot!
Well, she's very nice. Everybody says so.
Tell me if you'd like another helping of apricot tart.
No, I would not like another helping of apricot tart!
Lotty, you are not going to Italy alone. Absolutely not!
How is this different?
Well, this is Italian rain.
There's no one here to meet us.
We are four hours late.
What? Oh! Oh! Stop, thief!
- Madame...-
Madame... English madame! San Salvatore!
San Salvatore? Oh, Lotty! Lotty!
Oh!
It's all right!
- They must have sent it!
-What? - Oh, oh!
Madame... English madame, San Salvatore?
My horsey, good horsey.
Buono! Buono!
We're in God's hands now.
Oh! Oh!
We have no choice, Lotty.
San Salvatore.
San Salvatore!
San Salvatore.
BIRDS CHIRPING]
Do you suppose it's all real?
Were you ever in your whole life so happy?
Never.
I promised myself
the first thing to happen in this place
would be a kiss.
Oh, it's a mirage.
No, it's her.
Oh, I didn't know she'd arrived already.
Neither did I.
She'll get a headache,
sitting in the sun like that without a hat.
She's treading on lilies.
Well, they're hers as much as ours.
Only a quarter of them.
- Hello. - Hello.
I got here yesterday.
Oh, what a pity.
We were going to choose the nicest room for you.
Oh, I've already done that.
At least I think it's the nicest.
We were going to make it pretty for you with lots of flowers.
Oh, Domenico's done that. I told him when I got here.
He's the gardener.
Uh, well, it's good to be independent
and to know exactly what one wants.
It saves time.
But you shouldn't be too independent
that people have no chance to be generous.
You know, I hadn't realized you were so pretty.
That's very kind of you to say so.
You're really quite lovely.
I hope you make the most of it.
Yes, I've been making the most of it
ever since I can remember.
Because it won't last.
I know.
I mustn't miss breakfast.
Buon Giorno.
Oh, there you are.
Oh, we had no idea you were here.
Oh, yes, I'm here.
Cuckoos.
What?
Nothing.
I was just thinking about cuckoos
for some reason.
Oh.
Uh, tea or coffee?
Uh, coffee.
Uh, lady Caroline's Italian is much better than mine.
My Italian is the Italian of Dante.
Very old-fashioned. I--
I was taught it by Mr. Robert Browning.
Wonderful.
London doesn't exist anymore.
I suppose you realize we've got to heaven.
Oh, Grazie.
Well, I intend to spend most of my time reading by myself.
Nobody wants to see an old woman hobbling about everywhere.
Oh, I do hope your bedroom is comfortable.
Oh, quite.
It had two beds in it for some reason
so I had one taken out.
Oh, so that's why I've got two beds.
I've got two beds as well.
The second one must be lady Caroline's.
Uh, we simply asked Francesca to take them out.
We didn't need them.
Neither do we.
Do we, Rose? Our husbands aren't here to put in them.
In my day,
husbands and beds were rarely spoken of
in the same breath.
Husbands were taken seriously,
as the only real obstacle to sin.
Would you like some more coffee, Mrs. Arbuthnot?
Uh...
no, thank you.
Uh, would you?
No.
Uh, have you all you want?
Yes, thank you. Have you?
Mrs. Arbuthnot...
you have the most interesting habit
of answering a question with the same question.
Oh, no, no. Don't apologize.
I wasn't going to.
Well... ...I'd better get on with my duties.
What time would you like lunch?
Lunch is at half past00.
Oh, I'll tell cook.
It'll be a bit of a struggle,
but I've bought a little dictionary.
The cook knows.
Oh?
Lady Caroline has already told her.
Oh.
She speaks the sort of Italian cooks understand.
I couldn't get into the kitchen because of my stick.
Ooh.
Grazie.
Domenico?
I just want to get my feathers smooth again.
Not spoken to, not grabbed.
If I can be left quiet for one month...
forget things...
I might be able to get myself straight.
I've wasted so much time being beautiful.
Not one of them here.
Lax. Lax.
Uh, are you all right?
Yes.
- Did you hear the gong? - Yes.
I have a headache.
Oh, I'm so sorry.
Perhaps some tea might do you good.
No.
I expect she really wants is to be left quiet.
Yes.
But I can't bear to think of you out here
with a headache. Perhaps some--
I think what she really wants is to be left alone.
- May I have the bread, please? - Hmm?
Do you know the Italian for aspirin?
MRS.The proper cure for headaches is castor oil.
She hasn't got a headache.
Carlyle suffered terribly from headaches and neuralgia.
He always took castor oil.
Um, what lady Caroline wants is a dose.
Only one, mind.
It's a mistake to keep on taking castor oil.
Do you know the Italian for it?
Uh, no, I don't think I do.
No. Castor oil isn't in classical Italian.
She hasn't got a headache.
Then why, pray, should she say she has, Mrs. Wilkins?
Oh, she's-- She's just trying to be polite.
Soon she won't have to try.
She'll-- She'll just be herself without trying.
Lotty has a theory about this place.
I'm sure, but I don't understand
why you assume lady Caroline is not telling the truth.
Oh, I don't assume. I know.
MRS. And how, pray, do you know?
I saw inside her.
I hear you're not well.
But, I expect the journey's upset you.
Now, what you need is a good dose
of some simple medicine like castor oil.
Ah, I thought you weren't asleep.
Now, take my advice.
And don't neglect what might turn into an illness.
This is Italy.
Don't worry about me.
I'm just lying here thinking.
MRS.Well, that's dangerous, too.
Now, I should go to bed and get well.
I am well.
Then why did you send a message saying you were ill?
I didn't.
Then I have had all the trouble of coming out here for nothing.
Yes, but don't you prefer coming out
and finding me well
than coming out and finding me ill?
Isn't this a delightful room? We've just discovered it.
Well, really.
Why don't you like us being here?
I should have thought you could see. This is my room.
The notepaper. That's my notepaper.
And the pen.
It's yours? Uh, I'm very sorry. I--
I've been writing some very nice things with it.
I-- I don't think I've hurt it in any way.
But why can't we be here?
This is a sitting room, and we've been sitting.
There's another one.
You and your friend can't sit in two rooms at once.
And if I've no wish to disturb you in yours,
you shouldn't disturb me in mine.
It's all right.
Soon you'll want us to share.
You'll-- You'll probably even ask me
to use your pen if you know that I haven't got one.
I need a room to myself.
I'm an old woman.
I can't get about because of my stick.
I have to sit.
I want somewhere where I won't be disturbed.
Mrs. Fisher, I assure you, we have no intention--
No, we're only too glad for you to have this room
if it makes you happy.
We just didn't know about it. That's all.
We wouldn't have come in if we had...
not until you invited us, anyway,
and you probably will do, you know...
very soon.
It isn't her room.
I've been thinking about Mellersh.
Why?
I've been a... mean dog.
A-- A what?
All this coming away
and leaving him in that dreary place
while I'm here enjoying myself in heaven.
You know, he planned a holiday in Italy with me...
and I planned a holiday in Italy by myself.
I think he must be very hurt.
I've written and told him everything.
Uh, you mean about the advertisement
and your nest egg?
Oh, no.
I'll tell him about that when he comes.
Uh, oh, when he comes?
I've written and invited him to stay.
It's the least I could do.
It would be mean not to share all this.
You think he'll come?
Oh, I hope so, poor lamb.
I see him here.
Lotty.
Lotty, I can't keep up.
The whole idea about coming here
was to get away... wasn't it?
And now after just one day,
you want to write to the very people--
The very people we're trying to get away from.
Yes, I know.
It's idiotic, isn't it, Rose? But I feel so happy here.
This place makes me feel flooded with love.
The important thing is to have lots of love about.
I was very stingy with it back home.
I-- I used to measure and count it out.
I had this obsession with justice, you see.
I wouldn't love Mellersh
unless he loved me back exactly as much.
And as he didn't...
and neither did I.
The emptiness of it all.
I don't think I'll come down to the village.
Um...
I'd like to stay here and think.
Don't think too long.
- Write and invite him now. - Invite who?
Your husband.
Lotty can write, and Mellersh will answer.
Frederick won't.
Or if he did,
it would be, "thanks for the letter.
"Don't hurry back.
"Say if you want money.
Frederick."
That's a beautiful dress.
No. I've had it a hundred years.
But you must be very cold in it.
It's easy to catch a chill here after dark.
You look as though you have nothing on underneath.
I haven't.
That's very imprudent
And very improper.
There are no men here, so how can it be improper?
Have you noticed how difficult it is to be improper
when there are no men about.
That's sad, but true.
I've had a wonderful day.
I've decided to invite someone to stay here.
- What? - I think he'll like it.
- Who? -Wilkins.
- Well, that's your name. - And his.
A relation?
A husband.
MRS.I thought you were a war widow.
Why?
There are so many of them about.
When we were in London,
we agreed we could invite one guest each, didn't we?
I don't remember.
I do, but it's incredible you should want to.
I thought the whole idea was to get away from friends--
-And husbands. - And family affection.
And lack of family affection.
- Really. - It wouldn't be so bad. It would give a person room to breathe.
No. It would be terrible, like having no clothes on.
- I like that. - MRS.Really!
It's a good feeling, getting rid of things.
But it's so cold having nothing on...
and knowing that you'll never have anything on again.
You're going to get colder and colder
until, at last, you die of it.
That's what it's like living with someone
who doesn't love you.
MRS.Well, would you pass me the cream?
But doesn't he love you?
Mellersh? He shows no signs of it.
-- Delicious. - MRS.- Oh, really.
I didn't think it was delicious.
I was miserable,
and then, today, I got well.
I can't ever be happy shutting him out.
I must share.
Now I know exactly what the blessed Damozel felt like.
Who's the blessed Damozel?
It's a poem. I'll lend you a copy.
Please, don't.
And the author, Mr. Rosetti, though not all one would wish,
was frequently invited to my father's house.
How terrible for you.
That's what my mother's always doing,
inviting authors. I hate authors, don't you?
Me?
Well, sometimes.
I wouldn't mind them if they didn't write books.
Go on about Mellersh.
Oh, really.
Well, it's all these beds.
Eight beds and only four people. That's dreadful.
I want Rose to invite her husband here, too.
- MRS.Really. - Really!
Sorry.
You do realize, of course,
that there is only one spare bedroom in the house.
One? Who's in all the others?
We are.
There are six rooms. We have four.
Francesca has the fifth, and the sixth is empty.
Oh, dear. Oh, dear.
I want to love Mellersh,
but not necessarily spend every night with him.
Where am I going to put him?
Isn't one room enough for him?
Yes, but there won't be room left
for anybody that you may want to invite here.
Well, I shan't want to.
No?
And Rose doesn't count.
She'd want to share her room with her husband.
It's written all over her.
- Lotty! - MRS.Really.
Really, what?
Well, really, am I to understand
you propose to reserve the only spare bedroom
for the exclusive use of your family?
Mellersh isn't my family. He's my husband.
Well, as nobody seems to want the room,
- Mellersh must have it. - I have a friend.
Kate Lumley.
Perhaps you know her?
I wish to invite her to join me.
That settles Mellersh, then.
Oh.
Afraid you're in for it, Lotty.
Unless, of course, he can't come.
No, no.
I see him here.
MRS. Why am I so restless?
I haven't felt this restless since I was a child.
It's too absurd for someone my age.
But look at me. I can't keep still.
I feel... something is going to happen.
But I won't let it.
I won't let it.
It's odd how one's mind
slips sideways in a place like this.
I walked without my stick today.
It's very strange.
If you knew me, you'd know how strange it was.
You can talk to your Kate Lumley about that when she comes.
Oh, no. Kate would only look at me
and suggest a cup of tea.
I'm starving.
I've had another wonderful day.
- Has the letter gone? - What letter's that?
Inviting her husband here.
Oh, Lotty, don't. Another one?
MRS.Who is her husband?
Mr. Arbuthnot, of course.
I mean what is Mr. Arbuthnot?
My husband.
Caroline's right. Minds slip sideways.
How could I invite him?
What would we talk about?
The truth is...
I bore him.
And there's no way back.
No. If you bore somebody,
it's almost impossible to un-bore him.
Whoo-hoo!
- Is that lady Caroline Dester? - No.
Rose. Mrs. Arbuthnot. Caroline'll still be in bed.
Caroline? You call her Caroline?
I must say, Lotty.
When I got your letter and found you were on holiday
with lady Caroline Dester, I was impressed.
Isn't it beautiful here, Mellersh?
Do you know the Desters are one of the richest families
in England? For once, Lotty, you're being really useful.
The air is golden.
Now, first I think I'll have a bath,
then a shave, then I'll change my clothes, have a sleep,
and then I'll lunch.
And then you can introduce me to lady Caroline Dester.
I've planned exactly what I'm going to say.
Mellersh, I do believe you came all this way
just to see lady Caroline and not me.
No. No, my dear. No, no, no.
No. I came here to see you. Oh, yes.
If, however, in so doing,
I can improve our business prospects,
well...
Oh, I don't mind.
You're here. That's the important thing.
And you'll change.
Signore. Signore.
Yes. Thank you very much. Thank you.
Thank you very much. Thank you. Thank you.
Out. Out. Thank you very much.
I can wash myself, thank you, madame.
Thank you very much indeed.
That'll be all. Thank you.
Yes. Thank you very much. Yes, yes.
- No. - Oh. There you are. There you are.
Thank you very much indeed. That'll be all.
Thank you ever so much. Thank you.
Pericoloso.
Charming people.
Charming.
Ha!
Oh!
Blast that bloody bath!
- Oh, my god. - How do you do?
- H-- How do you do? - I'm Caroline Dester.
A-- Allow me to introduce myself.
My name's Mellersh Wilkins.
I'm... I'm afraid I used unpardonable language.
I thought it most appropriate in the circumstances.
- Oh. That's right. - Mrs. Fisher,
Allow me to introduce Mr. Mellersh Wilkins.
This is Mrs. Fisher.
Oh. Uh...
always a pleasure to meet a friend of my wife's.
I-- I was just taking a bath.
Oh, I didn't know Pericoloso meant explosion.
Otherwise I would've remained dirty.
Oh, but now, Mellersh, You look absolutely spotless.
You look clean enough to eat dinner off.
Lady Caroline acted with true grace.
And Mrs. Fisher is remarkable, too, in her way.
A woman of parts and property, if I'm not mistaken,
who may need my counseling.
Lotty, your friends are splendid. Splendid.
Why you kept them a secret is beyond me.
Signora, signora.
Does this good lady want something?
- Money. - Money?
I think she's talking about the housekeeping bills.
You're nothing to do with those. You're a guest here.
I'm afraid I'm not.
The four of us are sharing the expense of this holiday.
I'm paying for my share out of my nest egg.
Y-- You've every right to be angry with me.
Nonsense.
Well... it's your money, after all.
And you needed a holiday like this.
Where else would you meet such interesting people?
Oh! Oh, Mellersh...
you really are sweet.
Oh. Signora, signora.
Mellersh, you belong here.
Uh, this is the result
of one week's unbridled license, and it must stop.
Yes, Mr. Wilkins,
I don't approve of men smoking indoors.
- I thought you wouldn't. - I'm looking for that lady Caroline girl.
- Ah, a most agreeable guest. - Agreeable?
She's been letting the bills run up in a most terrible fashion.
What has lady Caroline to do with the bills?
Well, the housekeeping was left to her.
Lady Caroline housekeeping for a party
that includes my wife? You render me speechless.
You do know she's the daughter of Lord Dester...
- The Lord Dester. - Well, ah!
Well, that accounts for it then.
The botch-up her father made in his department
during the war was a national scandal.
They never could actually prove anything.
You ought to have told me
you were not doing the household bills.
I didn't know you thought I was.
Well, what do you propose we do for the rest of the time here?
- Nothing. - Nothing.
Nothing.
Uh, ladies...
m-- May I make a suggestion?
Why not allow a certain amount per head?
And tell the cook from that sum,
she must cater for you as well as ever.
It's easily reckoned out.
The charges of a modest hotel perhaps... halved.
Hmm.
Well, that's very sensible, - Mr. Wilkins. - Oh, it is,
but what about the terrifying bills for this last week?
Don't worry. I'll pay them.
It'll be my present to San Salvatore,
and I don't want Lotty worried - in any way. - That's most generous of you.
Well, uh, if you wish to waste your money,
- I agree. - Good.
Well, we needn't bother lady Caroline
any further. Mrs. Fisher...Oh, really.
do tell me about Ruskin.
I like him.
I didn't think I would, but I do.
He doesn't hover. He doesn't grab.
He fits in.
I shouldn't write.
He won't come.
"What do I want with a holiday?"
This place is making me soft, and work is the only salvation.
You know I won't post it.
Domenico can do it.
MRS.It's this place.
Different from Inverness terrace.
Nothing young there.
Ridiculous...
this feeling I'm suddenly going to burst out.
Absurd at my age.
I won't have it. I won't have it.
- Mellersh? - Ah!
Thank you, my dear.
Uh.
Ah.
I've made up my mind.
I've decided to pay your expenses
for this holiday, as well as my own.
Your nest egg...
will not be touched.
Oh, Mellersh.
- How nice of you. - C-- Careful. Careful.
Now I realize how valuable you are to me.
In my profession...
a man is always helped by having a...
a clever and... attractive wife.
Lady Caroline thinks you're attractive.
And so do I.
Do you think I'm attractive, Mellersh?
Yes, I do.
One thing puzzles me, though.
Why weren't you attractive sooner?
I've been lucky.
All the advantages I was born with,
and I've misused them.
Perhaps if jack hadn't been killed.
No. No. That's an excuse.
Thousands of women lost men in the war.
I should count my blessings.
So why aren't I satisfied?
I have it all.
Why can't I hold onto it?
He'll have got your letter by now.
I shouldn't have sent it.
Oh, no.
You'll get a message very soon saying he's on his way.
It works for you.
You have a gift for happiness.
Ah! Mrs. Arbuthnot...
I was looking for you.
There's a telegram.
Rose?
Not bad news, I trust?
No, no.
On the contrary.
"I am passing on way to Rome. Will pay my respects."
And who is George Briggs?
The owner. It's his house.
He's coming this afternoon.
He's very nice.
Mr. Briggs.
Oh, we didn't expect you so soon.
Yes, it really is extraordinary, the likeness.
Oh, well, I hope I don't look quite so solemn.
It isn't really so much like me.
Well, I can see deeper than most. You're alike inside.
You and Lotty should get on very well.
She sees inside people, too.
La signora Fisher...
Who's Signora Fisher?
One of the four of us who are sharing your house.
Four?
Well, my friend and I decided
we couldn't afford it on our own, so...
Oh, dear. If I had known.
Oh.
Come on. I'll introduce you to Mrs. Fisher.
No. W-- Won't she keep? Won't you show me around first?
- But it's your house. - Well, no, it's not.
Well, until Monday week.
Come on. You show me all your views, and I'll show you mine.
Careful now. Here.
Ah, there we are.
MR.- - What?
- Why are you laughing? - MR. Well, it's like coming home.
Oh, but this is your home.
No. I mean like coming home to a family.
I've never had a family. You see, I'm an orphan.
- Oh! I'm sorry. - Oh, no, no, no.
I hope you haven't been one long. I...
No, I mean, well...
I don't know what I mean.
No. I-- I was adopted. Happily.
But I always missed... having a family.
And there's something about you
that's exactly my idea of a family. You're so...
warm.
Well, you wouldn't think so if you saw my house in London.
There's nothing warm there.
Why, not at all.
I'd believe any place you lived in
would be exactly like you.
You're not going to tell me that San Salvatore is like me?
Well, of course.
I mean, you must admit it's beautiful.
Here.
MRS.I've been thinking.
Isn't it better to feel young somewhere
than old everywhere?
Time enough to feel old again
when we have to leave this beautiful place.
Oh, good gracious.
Child.
Excuse me. Do you-- Do you remember me?
- Yes, of course, Mr. Briggs. - Hello.
MR.Yes, you must have some tea. I'll get Francesca
to make some fresh.
Oh, I-- No. I'm sorry. I'm forgetting myself.
Oh, it's very natural.
I... I'll go and ask Francesca.
Oh, no. No, don't you go. Um, uh, Francesca,
Ancora Té, Francesca.
I was, uh, explaining, Mrs. Wilkins,
that I'm just on my way to Rome, and, um...
I thought I'd just look in and make sure
you were all comfortable.
And where are you staying, Mr. Briggs?
MR.At a hotel at Mezzago.
Well, no. You must stay here.
It's your home. You can have Kate Lumley's room.
You wouldn't mind him using it for one night,
would you, Mrs. Fisher?
Kate Lumley - isn't actually in it. - No, she isn't.
Uh, Kate Lumley is unfortunately a very wide person,
and that's a very narrow room.
No. Kate might get into it, But once in,
she would probably never get out.
So, you see, dear boy, you must stay here.
Yes, you must.
Well, if you all agree,
I'd love to be a guest,
especially with three such lovely hostesses.
Uh, but there is a fourth, isn't there?
MRS.Uh... yes.
You can ask her yourself, Mr. Briggs.
Caroline, this is Mr. Briggs, the owner.
We've invited him to stay the night.
MR.- Yes, if there's ro--- Oh, lord, another man.
Looks like a grabber. Grab, grab, grab.
There's Kate Lumley's room.
She's not coming, is she, Mrs. Fisher?
Well, not if I can help it.
- Then I join in the invitation. - Well, thank you.
So we'll have another whole day
to explore San Salvatore, if you'll let me.
- I'd be delighted. - MR.Good.
Could you give me some of those cherries, my dear?
MRS.You'd better get your things, Mr. Briggs.
- Oh, yes. - Oh, we can easily send Domenico.
MR.Well, only if you're sure it wouldn't be
any trouble, Mrs. Arbuthnot.
MRS.Mr. Briggs...Mm-hmm.
- - ...do tell Caroline about the oleander tree.
Oh, well... Yes, um...
uh, yes, you see this, uh, oleander just here.
Well, my father...
uh, many years ago...
stuck his cherry-wood walking stick into that spot
and said to the head gardener,
"this is where we'll have an oleander."
And he left it there as a reminder...
and, uh, after a while,
uh, quite how long nobody can be sure...
It-- The stick began to sprout. And it was...
an oleander.
Is that true?
It doesn't matter. It's such a pretty story.
Yes, it is.
He seemed very taken with Rose.
He certainly didn't grab like the rest of them.
I'm pleased. Yes, I'm very pleased.
Of course I'm pleased.
Gerald?
Gerald Arundel. It can't be.
Oh, my goodness.
Caroline...
I didn't expect--What are you doing here?
You must forgive me, dear Caroline.
Your mother told me where you were.
As I happened to be passing on my way to Rome,
I thought I'd get out at Mezzago and just look in...
...see how you were...
if that's all right.
But, didn't mother tell you - I was having a rest cure? - Yes, she did.
That's why I didn't come earlier.
Left it till near dinnertime. Didn't want to intrude.
I thought you might be bored.
Oh, I'm not.
I apologize for barging in like this.
No, no. I'm rather glad to see you.
Tell me all about mother.
- She's taken to wearing a wig. - A wig?
Blond.
She looks rather like Brunhild.
I must run, or I'll never be ready in time.
Don't worry about me.
I'd just like to have a sit after that walk.
See you at dinner.
Frederick?
Frederick.
Rose.
I knew you'd come.
When did you start?
Start? Yesterday morning.
You started right away then.
Right away, yes.
You got my letter very quickly, didn't you?
Your letter?
Very quick.
Sweetheart...
I'm so glad you came.
Oh, I am sorry. I-- I didn't mean to...
Mr. Briggs.
Well, I'm damned.
This is my husband...
Frederick Arbuthnot.
I thought you were a widow.
No. Why?
Well, no, I thought, um...
Well, so many women seem to be...
Frederick, this is Mr. Briggs. He owns the castle.
How do you do?
Well, yes. Oh, how do--Well, um...
We'd better go on.
Oh... come on.
We mustn't be late for dinner.
Not like Caroline.
- Caroline? - She's always late.
Lady Caroline Dester. She's one of my friends.
Are you all right, dear?
Never better.
Of course, Mrs. Fisher, It would be undoubtedly best
if one's outward appearance and one's feelings matched,
but so often they don't.
One can't have everything.
I, for example...
am at the moment feeling happy...
Joyful, even-- But do I show it?
I kept telling Rose you'd come, didn't I, Rose?
You did.
I didn't believe it, but here you are.
You're right, Lotty. It's this place.
- It's a tub of love.
-It is. - What?
A tub of love.
Ah, this is Caroline.
I'm Frederick Arbuthnot-- Frederick Arbuthnot.
My name's Frederick Arbuthnot. I'm Rose's husband.
I've just come down to see her. Yes, yes, yes. Hmm.
How nice.
And I'm late on your very first evening.
Do forgive me.
Uh-huh.
Mmm.
Isn't she beautiful?
Love...
Yes.
You know, it's a great thing
to get on with one's loving...
and not to waste time.
I suppose you think
Rose's husband is just a middle-aged, red-faced,
rather ordinary man.
He isn't.
- Isn't he? - No.
Rose sees through all that.
She sees what we can't see because she loves him.
Oh, dear Lotty,
We must be friends forever and forever.
Oh!
Thank you for not, uh...
I don't know what you mean, Mr. Arbuthnot.
I think Rose is waiting for you.
Frederick, how's your book going?
- My book? - Mmm.
It sounds exciting.
Theo, the slave prince.
Theodora, the slave princess...
can wait.
Oh, hello. Who's that?
- It's me-- Caroline Dester. - Ah.
- I hope I'm not disturbing you. - Oh, no, no.
Forgive me.
I couldn't help noticing how miserable you seemed.
Was it the unexpected arrival of Mr. Arbuthnot?
Uh, yes.
I thought Mr. Arbuthnot had died.
- Well, so many men died. - Yes. So many.
Yes. It's, um...
well, you may not have noticed, but I'm rather shortsighted.
- Indeed? - Well, the war.
Oh...
Does it give you any pain?
On, no, no. Absolutely not.
Nothing to it at all,
but it-- It does rather mean I never get a...
good look at people, you know.
They all seem - rather hazy somehow. - Ah.
I tend to judge people by their voices,
you know, the inside person,
and it did rather seem to me that Mrs. Arbuthnot was...
wonderful-- Inside.
Wonderful inside? Yes.
That's important.
Yes.
Oh, what the devil.
It's too beautiful a night to be miserable.
- Though I do miss the stars. - No!
Sorry.
I had to grab you.
MRS.All my dead friends
don't seem worth reading tonight.
They always say the same things--
Good things, but always the same.
They were-- They are-- Great.
But they have one terrible disadvantage--
They're all dead.
I'm tired of the dead.
I want the living.
Thank you, my dear.
I was feeling a little melancholy.
Where are the others?
They all seem to have paired off, Mrs. Fisher.
It does seem that
people can only be happy in pairs.
All sorts of pairs.
Then you and I will be a pair, Mrs. Fisher.
We're going to be very good friends.
- I hope so, Lotty. - I see it.
Then we will be.
Where exactly are the others?
Well, the Roses are in love in the rose garden.
The Roses?
Why not call them the Arbuthnots, my dear?
Very well, Mellersh. The Arbuthnots.
And the Carolines--The who?
Oh, the Briggses, then.
The Briggses? Oh, are you mad?
They never set eyes on each other before today.
That's why they're able to go ahead.
Go ahead?
It's no use, Mellersh.
I see them as the Briggses.
You coming, my dear?
It's so sad to leave here.
Lotty, Lotty, just a moment, my dear.
- You go on. - Are you sure?
You go on ahead, and I'll join you presently.
All right.
Mind your step here. Such a beautiful place.
- Marvelous. -Wait for Lotty.
One last look.
Per Favore, Domenico.
- Grazie. -Mrs. Fisher!
-- Yoo-hoo! -- Come on!
That last week,
the whole country seemed to dress itself in white.
There were white lilies, white stocks,
white Banksia roses,
and the fragrance of the acacias.
Even after we'd got to the bottom of the hill
and passed through the iron gates
and out into the village,
we could still smell the acacias.
We could smell them even when we reached London.
But that's another story.