A Good Woman Page #4

I thought you agreed not to

call me at home?

How can I seduce you if you

always bring your husband?

Too slow. Come on.

All right.

Yes, I'll be there.

In an hour.

Okay, in an hour.

It's quitting time.

We're going to lunch.

Can't, sorry.

- You're working?

- Money never sleeps.

Bugger!

All paying jobs absorb...

and degrade the mind.

You never had a paying job.

I rest my case.

Cultivated leisure is

man's true calling.

- I have to send some telegrams in town.

- I'll wait for you.

I'll be all afternoon.

I don't want you to waste the day.

- Do you mind, John?

- Do I mind?

No, of course not.

If you have to escort that woman to

the opera, please don't sit with us.

Think of Alessandra.

Mrs Erlynne has her own seats.

Who pays for them?

Her uncle just died.

She's come into some money.

And Mr Windemere's visits?

He's managing her investments,

of course.

You're so fond of gossip.

You don't give the truth a chance

to put its pants on.

It's not the truth that's going without

pants, dear Tuppy.

Would you mind not smoking?

Opera makes me feel so romantic.

Anything too stupid to be

said is sung.

How's that romantic?

And the women are

always so fleshy!

Excuse me, that's my foot.

Right over here?

What did I tell you?

Stop, boy!

Fried anchovies and clams

in a bog. Delicious.

Careful, it's hot.

You told Robert we were

going to the club.

I have a very poor sense

of direction.

You have a very poor sense

of decorum.

I never use that word.

I'm not sure what it means.

- At the club we'd be with other people.

- You're right.

Here we are,

in the sunshine...

eating fish, literally

just off the boat...

when we could be squashed between Lord

Tubby and Cecil the Scintillating...

listening to one or the

other gripe about his digestion...

while the Contessa, in a

counter-medley, wails that...

Alessandra cares more for...

the mating habits of the

blue bellied finch...

than those of her own species,

and the widow Plymdale...

bats her eyes logingly every

passing pair of trou.

All of which is time well

spent in my book.

So, yes, I take your point.

I can't argue. At the club, we'd

be with other people.

Afraid we'll be seen?

Set the chins wagging?

Do you know what I find

worse than being talked about?

Not being talked about at all.

Mrs Erlynne will see you upstairs.

In her bedroom.

Thank you. I won't be long.

"I won't be long."

This is expensive.

- Nothing but the best for you.

- I know, I paid for it.

Well, there is that.

Should we be drinking this

early in the day?

Well, somewhere in the world

it's very late.

I don't want you thinking

I make a habit of this.

Is that why you look so guilty?

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