A Good Woman Page #5

I don't like lying to her.

I should go.

She's only gone to lunch.

This is all the cash

I have right now.

I'll set you up with an account.

You can draw on it directly.

I met Meg.

It was by chance.

It's all right,

she had no idea who I was.

You spoke to her?

Yes, for a minute.

She's very pretty.

How did you two meet?

Was it love at first sight?

I have to go.

I'm curious. It's only natural.

There's no point

to these questions.

- Do you love her?

- Very much.

I'd rather cut off my arm

than see Meg hurt.

Are you protecting her or

your reputation?

You don't know me at all.

Did he work on your

wedding night?

He's very conscientious

and I respect him for it.

Suppose it wasn't work,

suppose he had a mistress.

Well, I couldn't respect that.

Once a wife's been betrayed...

she has the freedom to

do likewise.

No, that would make her as bad

as her husband, wouldn't it?

Modern marriage thrives on

mutual deception.

We are completely honest

with each other.

You should make

him your model.

I intend to.

From this moment on.

Don't you like it?

Oh, I'm saving it for Robert.

He loves figs.

Share mine, then.

Can we go to the

telegraph office?

He probably hasn't eaten.

Alberto? Fabrizio?

Oh, what's his name?

Mario?

Barman.

Whisky.

And another thing, your Mrs Erlynne

has no principles at all.

I like people more than principles.

And people without principles,

even better.

But Lord Augustus, she only

wants you for your money.

Now why shouldn't she?

It's my best asset.

Old-ish, fat-ish,

absolutely no brain...

heaps and heaps of banknotes.

No need to

put yourself down, Tuppy.

Your friends can always do that.

Down by the marina, strolling along,

pretty as you please...

guess who I saw with

Lord Darlington?

They haven't seen him today.

Do you know where

my husband is?

I thought he left

after you, signora.

Robert?

How was lunch?

We went to the telegraph office.

Where were you?

Well, we must have just

missed each other.

Now I see uncle.

He's with the american woman.

Too much rouge and not

enough clothing.

She's appealing to the worst

in the poor man.

It's what women do best.

I heard she left New York

without paying her hotel bill.

Quite a scandal.

- Who? Someone you know?

- Someone you don't want to know.

No. Steer clear.

She's the one

with Lord Augustus.

You've met Mrs Erlynne,

haven't you?

- No.

- But I've seen you.

Oh, was that your foot?

Wherever do you find

shoes to fit?

My feet are in perfect proportion

to the rest of me.

Oh, yes, of course.

Though they have a habit of finding

themselves in peculiar places.

Those people are

staring right at us.

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