The Ghost and Mrs. Muir Page #6

tonight. Good night.

Good night.

I mean, it doesn't

do you justice and--

You might at least have

turned the light back on

before you left.

Such nonsense.

My dear, never

let anyone tell you

to be ashamed

of your figure.!

There!

That's the last of them.

Never held

with mourning meself.

I always say life's

black enough as it is

without dressing in it, too.

Cheer up, Martha.

Life isn't as bad as that.

Who said it was?

Good afternoon.

What have you done with

me monkey puzzle tree?

I expect it's chopped

for firewood by now.

Hang it all, madam!

I planted that tree

with me own two hands.

Why?

Because I wanted

a monkey puzzle tree in me garden!

Think how much prettier

a bed of roses will look there.

I hate roses!

I hope the whole blasted bed

dies of blight!

I wish you wouldn't swear.

It's so ugly.

If you think that's ugly...

it's a good thing you

can't read me thoughts.

You seem to be very

earthly for a spirit.

And you, madam, are enough

to make a saint take to blasphemy!

Blasted women!

Always make trouble

when you allow one aboard.

Captain Gregg,

if you insist on haunting me...

you might at least be

more agreeable about it.

Why should I be agreeable?

Well, as long as we're living--

I mean, if we're to be

thrown together so much...

life's too short to be forever

barking at each other.

Your life

may be short, madam.

I have an unlimited time

at my disposal.

There you go

arguing again.

Try to say something

pleasant for a change.

Ah, that's a--that's

a pretty rig you have on.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Much better than

smothering yourself

in all that ugly

black crepe.

I happen to have been wearing

mourning for my husband.

Whom you didn't love.

How dare you say that!

Because it's true.

You were fond of him perhaps...

but you didn't love him.

I suppose you're jealous

because no one

put on mourning for you.

That shows how little

you know about it.

Some poor, misguided

female no doubt.

Three poor, misguided

females to be exact.

I should--I should think

you'd be ashamed of it

instead of boasting

about it.

Why? They

misguided themselves.

I never raised

a finger to help them.

That's not what I've heard

about sailors.

Seamen, confound it!

Sailor is a landlubber's word.

Why did you marry him?

Edwin?

I don't really know.

He was an architect.

He came down

to plan an addition

to my father's library.

I was only 1 7.

I remember I'd--

I'd just finished a novel

in which the heroine was

kissed in the rose garden

and lived happily ever after.

So when Edwin kissed me

in the orchard--

But it was different

after you left the orchard.

He didn't beat you, did he?

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