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I'm ten years older.
'How's your wife?'
'It's a beautiful dress
and a beautiful coat.
'You look marvellous.'
'I'm in consumer research.
Did you know?
'It's fascinating.'
'Do you remember
those times in the car? Do you?
'Well, do you?'
'Of course I remember.
'I remember.
'I'm supposed to be on a diet.
I'm too fat.
'So then you have three?
'Three children.
Good gracious!'
'You're not fat.'
'I'm very happy.
'My life is happy.
'Have I changed?'
'You're the same.'
'The same as I was?
'The same as I was then?'
'The same.'
Hello.
I've just come from London.
I know.
To see the television people.
Did you see them?
I'm hungry.
I'm going to make an omelette.
We don't want any.
Shall I cook?
Can you?
Give me a cigarette.
I wrote to you.
The letter is in the hall.
You didn't get it.
I left early.
Get the letter.
There it is.
Another one for you.
From my wife.
A personal letter.
From her to you.
Open it.
De-da, de-da, de-da, de-da...
Ah.
"So I just want to beg you
that while...
"...still being understanding,
sympathetic, et cetera...
"...you don't necessarily show to him
"you think it's the great thing
of his life.
"You might even hint
that sooner or later,
"you'll be bored to death by her.
"I believe this, of course,
"but naturally I'm in a wrong position
even to hint.
"I always...
"...wondered what this would be like
if and when it happened.
"But I must say it beats everything.
"Love, Laura.
Don't say I wrote this
for heaven's sake."
I thought you didn't want any.
- I didn't.
- Then why are you eating it?
Mind your own damn bloody business!
- What are you doing?
- Making the bed.
No need to do that.
A woman comes in every morning.
I can do it.
Leave it!
Please.
Hello?
Hello? Yes?
This is Palling 146.
We are going.
Yes.
Taxi. Now! To go into Oxford.
You might as well stay.
- It's very late.
- Straight away, OK?
Bye.
Anna?
I've got a taxi.
It's on its way.
Shut the door, for God's sake.
It was her idea.
She knew Rosalind was away.
She said you wouldn't mind.
I don't mind.
Nothing to do with me.
It's your bloody house!
Anyway, I wrote to you.
You didn't get the damn letter.
- When did it start?
- What?
Weeks ago. Weeks.
We used to go to her room
in the afternoon.
Didn't even have a lock on the door.
Anyone could have come in.
Someone did come in once.
A girl.
Can you imagine?
Anyway, I'm sleeping at college
most of the time now.
I can't take her there, can I?
Where can I damn well take her?
I thought she and William were...
close friends.
They are. They're just friends.
Means nothing.
She's not a whore.
I don't know what to do, you see.
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