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- Well, he certainly was

very good-looking.

- Who?

Your friend, Doctor...

whatever his name was.

- Yes, he's a nice creature.

- Have you known him long?

No, not very long.

I hardly know him at all, really.

Well, my dear, I've always had

a passion for doctors.

I can well understand how it is

that women get...

I wish I could trust you.

I wish you were a wise,

kind friend,

instead of a gossiping acquaintance

I've known casually for years...

and never

particularly cared for.

I wish. I wish.

- Fancy him going all the way

to Africa. Is he married?

- Yes.

- Any children?

- Yes, two boys.

He's very proud of them.

- Is he taking them with him,

his wife and children, I mean?

- Yes, he is.

I suppose it's sensible in a way

rushing off to start life anew

in the wide open spaces,

but wild horses wouldn't

drag me away from England...

and home and all the things

I'm used to.

- One has one's roots

after all, hasn't one?

- Oh, yes, one has one's roots.

I knew a girl once years ago

who went to Africa.

Her husband was something

to do with engineering.

She had the most dreadful time.

She caught some awful germ

through going out on a picnic,

and she was ill for months.

I wish you'd stop talking.

I wish you'd stop prying,

trying to find things out.

I wish she were dead.

No, I don't mean that.

That was silly and unkind,

but I wish you'd stop talking.

My dear, all her hair came out, and she

said the social life was quite horrid.

- Provincial, you know.

Very nouveau riche.

- Oh, Dolly.

- What's the matter,

are you feeling ill again?

- No, I feel a bit dizzy.

- I think I'll close my eyes

for a little.

- Oh, you poor darling.

And here am I chattering away 19

to the dozen. I won't say another word.

If you drop off, I'll wake you

when we get to the level crossing.

That'll give you a chance to pull

yourself together and powder your nose.

Thanks, Dolly.

This can't last.

This misery can't last.

I must remember that

and try to control myself.

Nothing lasts, really...

neither happiness nor despair.

Not even life lasts very long.

There'll come a time in the future

when I shan't mind about this anymore,

when I can look back and say

quite peacefully and cheerfully

how silly I was.

No, no, I don't want

that time to come ever.

I want to remember

every minute...

always...

always to the end of my days.

Ketchworth!

- Wake up, Laura. We're here.

- Ketchworth!

I could easily come

to the house with you, dear.

It isn't very much out of my way.

Thank you. All I have to do is walk down

Elmore Lane, past the grammar school.

It's sweet of you, Dolly, but I'm

perfectly all right now, really I am.

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