All That Heaven Allows Page #4

you might like to come over|to my place and see them.

Well, I'm sorry,|but I'm afraid I can't today.

Oh, well, of course,|if you can't.

- Oh, Mr. Kirby.|- Yes, Mrs. Scott?

Well, I was just thinking|that maybe if...

You've changed your mind?

All right! Let's go!

It certainly is|out in the woods.

- Not what you expected?|- I thought you lived here.

I do.

I can see that a woman might not|like it, but it does very well for me.

If one likes to live|in a glass house.

At night when I'm in bed|I can see the stars in the sky.

- And you have your plants.|- Mm-hmm.

- What a lovely color.|- That's a coleus.

The one on the other side|is a dracaena.

Grows into sort of a tree.

- Oh, where are the trees?|- Right outside.

After you.

Of course, they're only|five year olds, but...

Five years to grow that?|Don't you ever get impatient?

If you're impatient,|you have no business growing trees.

Someday I'm gonna tear down the old mill|and put in more silver tip spruce there.

- What's in the old mill?|- Oh, nothing.

Could we go in?|I love to poke around old buildings.

[Door Creaking]

That's the old millstone.|Grandpa used to grind his flour here.

Watch the cobwebs.

That's the loft where|he used to store his grain.

Oh!

Oh, look.

Oh! Wedgwood.|If we could only find the pieces.

- What would you do with it?|- I'd steal it. I love wedgwood.

It was probably thrown there|because the pieces were missing.

Better leave it.

Seen enough?

No, I haven't even started.

I suppose these old beams|are rotted.

No, they're oak.|They're good for another hundred years.

And the stairs?|What's up there?

I don't know.|I haven't been there since I was a kid.

- It's pretty dirty... full of cobwebs.|- Oh, I don't mind.

[Gasping]

Did the bird|frighten you, Mrs. Scott?

Well, it...|it would frighten anyone.

A fireplace.|Why, that makes it perfect.

Perfect? For what?

Why, a perfect place|for you to live.

It would take a lot of work,|but it'd be worth it.

- I've got a place to live.|- Oh.

You don't intend to live|in that room all your life.

- I hadn't thought about it.|- You'll have to one of these days.

You'll meet a nice girl...|- I've met plenty of girls.

Nice and otherwise.

Well, not the right one.

And when you do...|Or do you think you're not susceptible?

No. I don't think that.

Well, it's getting|a little late.

I'm sorry. I wasn't|trying to arrange your life.

After all, it's|none of my business.

[Dove Cooing]

[Door Creaking, Closing]

I'm going upstate to buy some trees|for some friends of mine.

I'll be gone a couple of weeks.|I'll see you when I get back.

- No, l...|- I'll see you.

[Footsteps Approaching]

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