Carrington Page #4

(Lytton) I have a suggestion.

- What?

- I'm planning a holiday in Wales.

Why don't I take her with me?

You see, I've been teaching her French.

We're about to get on to the French poets.

I've a feeling they may prove decisive.

I've come to the sad conclusion there's

no such thing as a beautiful Welsh boy.

At any rate, I've seen nothing

but the most unparalleled frumps.

Wouldn't it be lovely to live

in the country? I'm sick of towns.

Yes.

Perhaps we should set up house together.

Do you really mean that?

Well, yes, I did. Yes.

No, I don't think so.

Probably just as well.

Anyway, I couldn't afford it.

I see.

I'm sorry. I tend to be

rather impulsive in these matters.

Like the time I asked

Virginia Woolf to marry me.

- She turned you down?

- No. No, she accepted.

It was ghastly.

And if I'd accepted, I suppose

that would have been ghastly.

No. I don't think it would.

What's that you're taking?

Doctor Gregory's rhubarb pills.

I find them sovereign.

One bed is warmer than two.

Anything you like, Lytton.

Anything.

Well... It's all very well...

It doesn't matter.

Really, it doesn't.

Mark's borrowed Gilbert Cannan's

place at Cholesbury.

He wants me to spend

a few days with him.

Then you must go.

I'm not sure I want to.

Then you mustn't go.

Can't you see, Lytton,

I'm asking you to help me?

My dear, as we both know,

I'm supposed to be bringing you together.

But in these matters, above all,

you must make your own decisions.

- Ready?

- (Carrington) It's too big, Mark.

I can't get it in.

I've tried and tried, but I can't.

Don't come in!

(Dora cries out)

(# Schubert's String Quintet in C)

(whispers) Lytton.

Yes?

What you said about us

living together in the country...

Yes?

Did you really mean it?

Yes.

Yes, but a pound a week -

I don't see how I can manage it.

Our own Roman bath, look.

Most hygienic.

And this will be your room.

- An electric light in every room, look.

- Oh, yes. That is a blessing.

Now, don't worry. By the time I've

finished with it, you won't recognise it.

Are you... going to live with him?

No. I just felt I had to tell him

I was in love with him.

What did he say?

He said he was sorry.

Is that all?

Well, it's not his fault.

What else could he say?

Good God.

Er...

I never want to see you again.

So, would you mind

if I left you directly after dinner?

- No.

- No?

I've always said life

was a crooked business.

After all these years, you fall in love

with a man like Strachey, twice your age.

I thought I'd better tell Mark,

as it was so difficult going on.

- (Lytton) Tell him what?

- That it couldn't go on.

So I told him. I told him.

That I was in love with you.

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