King Solomon's Mines Page #3

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the 5000 to London.

You can pay me the bonus

when we return.

- You mean if we return.

- From now on we'll say "when."

What I privately think mustn't color

the mood of this fine safari.

It isn't just the danger of the undertaking

that's making you so antagonistic.

There's something else.

What is it, Mr. Quatermain?

I don't understand your motives.

- You mean you don't believe them.

- Well, frankly, I don't.

Why?

- Well, it's wiser if we don't discuss this.

- Why?

Well, because on a safari, it's better

to travel with people one likes.

You better tell me now and give me time

to recover. What about my motives?

Very well.

Since your husband's body

was never found...

...you can't inherit his money

until you prove that he's dead.

That could be the reason for this visit.

One of the reasons my husband

went looking for that mine...

...was the possibly foolish hope

of finding a fortune of his own.

You see, I hold all the wealth

there is in the family.

Well, then I still don't understand.

What? That I'd be willing to risk my life

for my husband?

That you're proposing to throw it away.

It's not normal. It smells of sickness.

I happen to love my husband.

Perhaps that's an emotion...

...you are incapable of understanding.

- Perhaps.

Perhaps you've never known

a woman in love.

Perhaps. But I have known people

who make elaborate sacrifices...

...for reasons they don't understand.

Sometimes it's to expiate guilt.

Sometimes, it's...

If I were you, I'd examine

my own motives.

A man who doesn't care whether he lives or

dies is not exactly a wholesome specimen.

I'm risking my life for a man I love.

You're doing it for money.

- Mrs...

- No, no, no, not your son.

There are things you can do for him

other than toss your life away.

What's your sickness, Mr. Quatermain?

Nothing to live for?

I'll meet you in Eric Masters' office

in the morning.

I haven't thanked you

for taking on this safari.

What made you change your mind?

I didn't know Elizabeth was that persuasive.

There's something very persuasive

about 5000 pounds.

She's quite a nice girl, really.

Of course, she has ideas of her own about

certain things. Those clothes, for example.

I gather from the way you looked

at them, you don't approve.

- I don't.

- Why didn't you tell her so?

No need. She'll find out.

- What's wrong?

- Mrs. Curtis is sick.

What's the matter?

- I think I'd like to walk for a while.

- You all right, Beth?

This old wagon. It's not

very comfortable. It rocks.

- She's seasick.

- I'm perfectly all right.

Let's go on.

Now, just a moment.

What are you doing?

Out here, perspiration needs to be given time

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