Gaslight Page #4

- It was the children, Paul.

- A horde of noisy street urchins.

When you know the only hope for you

is rest and quiet.

Put the dog down.

You're not listening to me.

I am listening.

What are you going to do?

I've told you before. I can't stand

the dog in the drawing room.

- I'm very fond of her, Paul. - It's not

natural, the fuss you make over it.

Sometimes I wonder if you even

want to be like other people.

Why did you ever marry me, Paul?

When I married you, Bella,

you were a normal woman.

Or so I thought.

It's only since we came to this house

that I've changed.

I never wanted to come here.

Yet it was my money

that made it possible for you to buy it.

Is that why you married me, Paul?

You have changed, Bella.

What's made me change?

What's made you change, Paul?

Because you have,

in the way you treat me.

I believe

it's ever since that day when...

I found that old envelope

addressed to Louis Bauer.

That was the first time that

you were angry with me like this.

Bella, I told you

I had forgotten that incident.

My only anxiety has always been

to get you well.

I must get away from here.

I'll never be well

till I get away from this house.

Come outside, Judy. Come along.

Hello, Judy. How do you do?

Guess what?

Paul, I could.

My cousins, the Ullswaters.

It would be lovely

to smell Devonshire again.

Your cousin, Mr Vincent Ullswater, had

the effrontery to oppose our marriage.

Oh, but that's over and done with.

Vincent won't mind now.

But I mind. I have no desire

to reopen our acquaintance.

Besides, I don't care

to drag strangers into our troubles.

They're not strangers, they're my

own people. They're all I have.

I want to see them, I...

I will see them.

If you see anyone, it will be a doctor.

No. No, not a doctor, Paul, I...

I'm well. I'm better.

Please leave me alone, Paul.

- Whatever should I do?

- Be quiet.

- Oh, my poor head!

- That was very cruel.

But I don't see how I can take

the responsibility for you any longer.

Oh, Bella.

Don't cry.

You'll spoil your looks,

and I wanted you

to look very beautiful tonight.

Have you any objections

to being seen out with your husband?

Why?

Are you going to take me out?

There's a charity concert tonight

at Winterbourne House.

I could get tickets.

I know Lady Winterbourne.

- A concert, and you'd take me?

- I should enjoy it, my dear...

Oh, how wonderful!

...provided that you promise

to control yourself,

to behave as you know

I'd wish my wife to behave.

- I promise. What shall I wear?

- Whatever you look prettiest in, my dear.

Bella, wear the cameo brooch

I gave you when we got engaged.

I will.

My brooch, please, Nancy.

- The big cameo.

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