The Portrait of a Lady Page #2

I don't mean I'm glad for you, and still less, of course, for him.

I'm glad for myself.

Are you thinking of proposing to me?

What I mean is that I shall have the thrill...

of seeing what a young lady does who won't marry Lord Warburton.

You asked about logic.

I'll tell you.

- It's that I can't escape my fate.

- Your fate?

It's not my fate to give up.

You call marrying Lord Warburton giving up?

It's getting a great deal, but it's giving up other chances.

Chances for what?

I don't mean chances to marry. I mean...

from life...

from the usual chances and dangers.

You've answered my question.

It seems to me I've told you very little.

You've told me the great thing.

The world interests you. You want to throw yourself into it.

- I never said that.

- You meant it. Don't repudiate it.

It's so fine.

[CROWD CHEERING]

Barker:
There he is, the Great Santini.

Man:
Go on. Pull!

Pull! Pull!

Cecil gont down there.

Barker:
See the fantastic santini free himself.

How did you know I was here?

Miss Stackpole let me know.

That is not kind of her.

You said you hoped never to hear from me again. I know that.

But I never accepted any such rule as my own.

I didn't say I hoped never to hear from you.

Not for five years, then. Ten, twenty, it's the same thing.

What good do you expect to get by insisting?

I disgust you very much.

Yes.

You don't at all delight me.

You don't fit in, not in any way. Not now.

Think of me or not. Only leave me alone.

Until when?

For a year... or two.

Well, which? Between one year and two,

there's all the difference in the world.

Call it two, then.

You'll marry someone else as sure as I stand here.

I don't wish to be a mere sheep in the flock.

I shall probably never marry.

[WHISPERING] God.

If you hear it rumoured I'm near marrying, remember what I've said...

and doubt it.

I hate to lose sight of you.

Goodbye.

Hmm.

[SIGHS]

[MR. GOODWOOD WHISPERING] I love you.

You acted very wrongly.

You don't mean to tell me you've sent him off?

I asked him to leave me alone,

and I ask you the same, Henrietta.

If you marry one of these people,

I'll never speak to you again.

You better wait till I'm asked.

Oh, you'll be asked quick enough.

Annie Climber was asked three times in Italy.

Poor, plain, little Annie.

Well, if Annie Climber wasn't captured, why should I be?

Well, I don't believe Annie was pressed, but you'll be.

Do you know where you're going, Isabel Archer?

No, and it's very pleasant not to.

You're drifting off to some great mistake.

You make me shudder.

[MAN COUGHING]

My father's had an attack of his old malady.

It's quite severe, I'm afraid.

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