Gaslight Page #2

I think it's so exciting. Don't you?

I mean, just to see.

Nothing's been changed...

- all the furniture and everything...

- I think we're getting into Como.

So we are.

- Is anyone meeting you?

- No.

- You will be careful, won't you?

- I will. Goodbye.

Goodbye. Come and see me

if you're ever in London.

My name is Thwaites, Miss Thwaites.

I'll point out the window of the room

in Number 9 where it happened.

You can see it from my drawing room.

- You're not angry with me?

- Angry?

If you hadn't come,

I should have sent for you.

Come and look at the morning.

Aren't you cold like this?

What were you dreaming of?

- Our life together.

- And how do you see it?

I saw all the places

where we'll be together.

Lovely places like this.

I was thinking of our life together, too,

only I heard it in music.

- Something that I want to write.

- Yes, what?

The whole thing is alive with happiness.

I want a feeling of the early morning.

- This morning.

- Yes.

With the sun rising,

lighting your hair as it is now.

I don't know how it ends.

Perhaps it never ends until I do.

- When will you start on it?

- Some day...

after we've had our honeymoon...

and settled down

in a home of our own somewhere.

- Where?

- Where would you like us to settle?

- I haven't thought. Paris, perhaps.

- Paris?

Or Rome?

How would you feel about London?

London?

Paula, if you won't laugh at me,

I'd like to tell you something.

I won't laugh at you. What is it?

It's an idea, a silly idea

that's been with me for years.

I was in London once in the winter.

It seemed there was no city

in the world...

that was colder to the homeless...

or that could be warmer

to the ones who had a home.

How I used to long

for a home of my own...

in one of those quiet houses

in the little London squares...

with the woman

I should one day come to love.

Could we settle down in London?

Not in a house in a square, perhaps...

Paula, why do you look like that?

- Because there is a house in a square.

- What house?

- She left it to me.

- She?

You mean Alice Alquist?

She was my mother's sister.

My mother died when I was born.

I don't know anything about her

or my father.

I lived with my aunt always

as if I were her own.

After it happened I never went back.

That house

comes into my dreams sometimes...

a house of horror.

It's strange.

I haven't dreamed of it

since I've known you.

I haven't been afraid since I've known you.

- Afraid?

- Yes.

For years I've been afraid

of something nameless...

ever since she died.

You've cast out fear for me.

If it were true,

it would make me very happy.

It is true. I've found peace in loving you.

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