The Barretts of Wimpole Street Page #4

Pull back the curtains.

There you are.

The moon is right above the chimney.

Yes.

Please put out the lamps, Wilson,

and leave me for a little while.

I don't want to go to bed quite yet.

Very well, Miss Ba.

Be careful.

Don't talk to me.

The woman opposite is watching.

Listen. But don't look at me.

It was kind of you to come so far.

And in the snow.

I wish I could ask you in, but I daren't.

Aren't you freezing ?

Don't answer me !

You're so tall.

I wish I could see you in full uniform. Could I ?

Don't tell me !

I daren't stay any longer.

It looks so odd.

And in this weather.

I'll come again tomorrow.

You'll wait for me, won't you ?

Don't tell me.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

Miss Barrett.

Hush !

But I say, Miss Barrett...

If the thing were only in the proper footing...

If you'd permit me to call on your father...

You mustn't think of it.

You'd be ordered out of the house.

But if I made it quite clear ?

My intentions are perfectly honorable and all that.

But that would make it worse.

Ever distinctly fatal, don't you see ?

I can't say that I do.

Papa would never permit any of us to marry.

A marriage in the family ?

He just almost goes insanely angry if you talk of it.

Yes, but I mean...

Oh, I say !

I proposed and I thought it would be so difficult.

Oh, yes, Wilson, I'm quite ready for my lunch.

You've had your lunch, Miss Ba.

Oh, yes, of course. I enjoyed it very much.

Let's keep covered up.

These cold days are are that treacherous.

No, it's quite beyond me.

I give it up.

Beg your pardon ?

Wilson, have you noticed anything strange in me today ?

Strange, miss ?

Yes, strange. I mean stupid, thickheaded, idiotic.

Good gracious, no, miss.

Very well.

But now listen carefully and see what you can make of this.

And after, for pastime, if June be refulgent

with flowers in completeness.

All petals, no prickles, delicious as trickles of wine..

... poured at mass time

And choose one indulgent

To redness and sweetness.

Or if, with experience of man and of spider,

June use my June-lightning, the strong insect-ridder,

To stop the fresh film-work... why, June will consider.

I call that just lovely, Miss Ba.

Yes, but do you know what it means ?

Oh, no, miss.

Does it convey anything at all to your mind ?

Oh, no, Miss Ba.

Well, thank heavens for that.

But then, real poetry never does, miss.

Least ways not real poetry like what you make.

Oh, but I didn't write that.

It's by Mr. Browning.

Oh, he must be a clever gentleman.

Oh, Ba. Cousin Bella is here. May she come in ?

Yes, dear.

Oh. And Ba, just think. She's engaged.

She's going to be married.

Cousin Elizabeth !

Dear, dear cousin.

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