The Fan Page #2

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so if you'd be good enough

to tell me who you are...

- Oh, come Robert.

Why don't you try and guess?

I am sorry,

but I have no fondness for games.

Good afternoon, m'lord.

Here it is, ready and waiting for you.

- I'm a bit late today.

- Oh, it's still fine and fresh, sir.

Who else but Robert Darlington would

wear primroses in this day and age?

Oh, you're quite perfect!

That is perhaps debatable.

I haven't got time to argue it with you.

What is it you want of me, madam?

A little attention, to begin with.

You might at least ask me how I am.

I never ask people that question.

They might tell me.

If it hadn't been for the fan,

I wouldn't have dreamed of looking you up.

But those idiots say that I can't have it

unless I bring in someone who knows me

and knows about the fan.

What idiots? Bring in where?

What fan?

Why, Lady Windermere's fan!

How do you know that name?

That's one name you remember,

isn't it Robert?

Because you loved her.

No man ever loved her as you did,

except her husband.

I think you've said enough.

- And assumed entirely too much.

- You wear them every day, don't you?

She was so much like a primrose herself.

So fresh, so exquisite, so innocent.

Who would have thought that you and I

would survive her and him?

They went together, he and she,

when the first bombs fell.

And that was best.

One could not live without the other.

I saw their graves.

There were primroses on hers.

- Please...

- You see, I loved her too.

And so I was glad

that you could not have your wish.

That you could not destroy

the happiness of her marriage.

I will not have you speak

to me this way.

I have never seen you before, I do not

know you and I have no wish to.

Indeed, you have seen me before.

I can show you the place

where you first saw me.

This shop!

Television?

It was once Wallington's,

the jewelers.

That was before the First World War.

Dear man, it was before the Boer War.

It was on a beautiful spring day,

but it was not a very happy day for me.

I had no money left,

simply no money at all.

In my hotel suite,

the bills were piled like snow drifts.

'I'd known other times like it before

but it's curious how one

never gets used to destitution.

That day, I'd come to Wallington's

to sell my sapphire earrings.

Pardon me, gentlemen.

May I fetch someone to serve you?

No thank you, not yet. I...

I want to look at

your charming frivolities.

Every thread

of the Alenon lace is perfect

and the design

is extraordinarily delicate.

She must have it, Arthur.

I think she will be delighted.

I'm glad you told me about this, Cecil.

It's the perfect tribute to an enchanting

wife from an enchanted husband.

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