Mrs Dalloway Page #5

It's happened in just the last few months.

He says people are talking | behind bedroom walls...

and he saw a woman's head| in the middle of a fern.

He says he's on trial | for some terrible crime ...

but, of course, he's done nothing.

And then he seems to forget |it all and seems happy again, as he used to be.

We went to Hampton Court, |on top of a bus, the other day...

and told of red and yellow flowers. He said |they looked like floating lamps.

And he was fun, as he used to be | and made me laugh. I was so happy.

And suddenly, as we | were standing by the river, he said ...

"We will kill ourselves." | Then, he held my hand ...

and said he was falling| into the flames. And he cried and cried.

Ms. Warrensmith, your husband is | very seriously ill.

From everything you told me | and from Dr. Holmes's report ...

I believe that his suffering|from delayed shell shock.

But he's not mad, is he?

I never use that word. | I prefer to say ...

lacking the sense of proportion.

But Dr. Holmes said that there| was nothing what so ever the matter!

Your husband needs rest. |Complete rest.

But not away from me!

My dear Ms. Warrensmith sometimes |we have to separate such people...

from their loved ones, |for their own good.

Dalloway! I met Clarissa | this morning.

So, she's giving another of her |famous parties tonight?

Right as usual, Hugh.

And Lady Bruton summond you as well. | Wonder what she wants from us?

Nothing we can't accomplish | ever at a good lunch, I'm sure.

Ah, good day, Miss Brasher. | Good day, sir.

How's your brother, | in South Africa?

I got you here under false pretenses. |I actually need your help.

But we'll have lunch first.

And how is Clarissa?

Quite well recovered, thank you. | The doctor told her he must take things easy ...

But she does so want to|give her party tonight.

I trust we'll should have the pleasure | of your company tonight.

Of course, Richard. I wouldn't miss | one of your parties.

I met Clarissa in the park | this morning.

She was wearing |a yellow feathered hat.

Oh, yes! I like that hat.

We'll you come in now, please?

Good.

Do sit down.

I see that you served with great distinction |in the war, Mr. Warrensmith.

At the war?

The European war.

A little shindy of schoolboys | with gunpowder.

Did I serve with distinction? | I'd forgotten.

In the war, itself, I failed.

No, he served with the greatest distinction. | He was promoted.

I. ..

I have committed a crime. | He's done nothing wrong whatever.

What did Dr. Holmes advised |you to do?

To my wife he said|to make me porridge.

Headache, dreams, | fears are just nerves.

Health is largely a |matter of our control.

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