A Woman's Vengeance Page #2

Do you still flirt with her?

Only in the most spiritual way.

Henry, I sometimes hate you.

Luckily, you have your own

inimitable way of showing it.

I know you don't really

love me, but I don't care.

I can love you enough for two.

If I didn't love you,

I'd think you were horrible.

The same to you, my sweet. Many of them.

Couldn't we have dinner together?

- I can't. I'm dining at home tonight.

At home?

But that doesn't count.

Oh I see. My wife is to be abolished so

I can take you to dinner, darling child.

I think you're hard.

Good. Then .. I shan't have

to ask you tomorrow night.

Henry, do you mean it?

He's got no right to treat Robert

like that. No right at all.

But my dear, you must admit that

Robert's a bit .. well, irresponsible.

Well, at least Robert has a good heart.

Henry never thinks of anyone but himself.

- You're being unjust to him, Emily.

You haven't been married

to him for eighteen years.

If that's how you feel, I'm

surprised you haven't left him.

And see him trotting off

with another woman?

No thank you.

- But if it would make him happy?

That's the best possible

reason for not doing it.

Emily.

I don't know how you

can be so unforgiving.

Why don't you let him go?

Do it for your own sake.

For my sake?

It isn't good for you to feel

so bitter and revengeful.

No wonder you're ill.

- Rubbish.

But it's true. People

die of those feelings.

Or else they live on them.

Shall I tell you the only

reason I'm still alive?

Because Henry would

be so happy if I died.

Do you really mean that, Emily?

Of course I do.

You're early, aren't you?

It's my afternoon out.

And by the way.

You don't mind if I'm a little bit late

getting back this evening, do you?

My sister is giving a party.

Peas. I'm so bored with peas.

Well, I'll see if cook has

something else instead.

Wait, nurse.

Emily, you are having lunch with us.

No, no. I won't see him.

- Nonsense.

He'll say he's sorry and

you'll forgive and forget.

And then we have a nice

little party to celebrate.

Oh, alright. Alright.

Send Maisey in to help me to dress.

And I'll go and tell Henry.

Thank you.

Oh that poor Mrs Maurier.

She's terribly ill isn't she.

Oh it isn't her health I'm thinking

about. It's .. well, you know.

Miss Spence, I could tell you things

that would make your hair stand on end.

Sex. That's all they think about.

- What do you mean?

Men. I wouldn't trust any of them.

And a Frenchman into the bargain.

Does Mrs Maurier suspect?

I mean, does she think

there's another woman?

Oh, he's clever enough

to keep things dark.

But I tell you, we wouldn't

be surprised at anything.

Mrs Maurier and you seemed to have to

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