A Woman's Vengeance

Oh. You are here, are you.

Emily, you promised ..

Now clear out.

- Don't be hard on him, Henry.

You're the one who is hard on him.

You treat your brother like

an irresponsible halfwit.

And then you are surprised

when he behaves like one.

Goodbye, Henry.

I shan't forget what you've done for me.

You've been so unkind to him,

and the poor boy is in such difficulty.

Entirely through his own fault.

I sometimes think he's the only person

in the world who still cares for me.

He was saying such sweet things

to me before you came in.

As the cheque.

Henry!

Oh how can you?

- I'm sorry, my dear.

Now .. is this for the chemist?

You never say anything nice to me.

Because you don't feel it.

You hate me, really.

- Now Emily, please.

No, you don't even hate me.

That would be too much trouble.

You are just bored. Bored and

disgusted because I'm ill.

Because of this.

- Must we go through this again?

You can't bear to be near me.

It's why you won't come out with me.

My dear, I told you. I am too busy.

Too busy. You're never

busier than Robert is.

Robert has offered

to take me in his car.

But you can't go by car.

It's much too tiring.

It isn't a question of being tired.

It's a question of being with

someone who cares for you.

You mean, who cares for your money.

- Well, I don't care if he does!

At least he doesn't wish I were dead,

which is what you do. - Emily!

Henry, surely you can't deny it.

You do wish I were dead.

Oh, I certainly shall if you

go on much longer like this.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- No, no. Come in and listen.

He's just said it in so many

words. He wishes I were dead.

Where are you going?

He's forgotten Janet's birthday

presents. Go after him will you.

Proust!

The complete set.

And so beautifully bound.

Hello, General.

Look, father.

Oh thank you, Henry.

- I'm so happy you like it.

I can't make head or tail of it.

Show me the thing Emily gave you.

Isn't it lovely?

They spoil me. I don't deserve it.

You deserve everything you get.

That's a fact, Maurier.

Spending your life looking after

a wretched old crock like me.

Father, please.

Sacrificing herself, when

she ought to get married.

I'm not worth it.

I ought to be dead.

Making everybody's life a burden.

Now this girl of ours

is going to leave us.

Don't worry about it, father.

It will be alright.

Very pretty.

What news of Emily?

That's what I came to talk you about.

Will you do us both a charity?

And come to lunch with us tomorrow?

I'd love to.

But why is it a charity?

- Blessed are the peacemakers, and ..

We are in need of a peacemaker.

What's it all about?

- The usual thing.

What, women?

- Father, please.

In this case it happens to

have been something else.

Alright, take me out, nurse.

Time to go and feed the dogs.

I began it I'm afraid by

objecting to her brother.

That made Emily object to me. Violently.

After which we both lost our tempers.

Utterly senseless of course,

but then such is life unfortunately.

It needn't be.

- No, I suppose not.

If I were a little less impatient.

And Emily could be more understanding.

Then each of us would be somebody

else and we'd live happily ever after.

Meanwhile.

Do you think that a woman who has been

married for the best part of 20 years ..

Would come to share her

husband's tastes, wouldn't you?

Why yes, of course.

- Well.

The first time I showed Emily a modern

painting she said it make her feel sick.

That was when we were engaged.

Now, the last time I showed her one,

which was about three days ago.

It still made her feel sick.

That's what you call

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