The Bishop's Wife Page #18

- Oh, Mr Dudley. I knew you'd come back.

- I knew you hadn't walked out on us.

- Of course not.

Debby's been so worried

and as for Mrs Brougham...

Well, run upstairs. Tell

Debby I'll see her later.

- First I have some work to do.

- I'll tell her.

One moment, please. Mrs

Hamilton expecting you?

No, but she'll wish to see

me. I'm the bishop's assistant.

The bishop is expected,

but not the assistant.

I told you, Stevens,

she'll wish to see me.

Yes.

Yes.

"This was composed for you, my

darling, and you only. Allan. "

Her husband's name was George.

Good evening.

That music you were playing.

No one living but me

knows that composition.

It's a shame that only you and I appreciate

the lost genius of Allan Cartwright.

- You know about Allan Cartwright?

- Oh, yes.

The world lost a brilliant young

composer when he was... when he died.

That was nearly 40 years ago.

You couldn't have known him.

I'm much older than you

think. Come, let's sit down.

- What is your name?

- My name is Dudley.

But tell me about Allan and you.

Tell me.

Allan Cartwright was the

only man I ever loved.

We were engaged to be

married and I got frightened.

He had nothing and I

was afraid of poverty.

He went away.

I never saw him again.

I never loved George Hamilton.

He was very much in love

with me and he was wealthy.

I've spent a fortune honouring

his memory in empty monuments.

The Hamilton mansion.

Never took a call here.

- What do I owe you?

- No charge. I got nothing better to do.

- Thank you, Sylvester.

- I'll be seeing you, Julia.

There's someone at the

door. It's Henry and Julia.

Oh. The bishop. No, I

won't. I can't see him now.

- Oh, yes, you will.

- No... Yes.

That's right, Agnes. Just go out and greet

them in your usual warm-hearted manner.

- The bishop and Mrs Brougham, madam.

- Yes.

Oh. You'll stay for dinner, Dudley?

I'm afraid I can't, Agnes. I

have a great deal of work to do.

But don't keep Henry and Julia waiting.

- Julia.

- How do you do, Mrs Hamilton?

How nice of you to come and see me.

And Henry. A merry Christmas.

A merry Christmas. Come,

let's go into the drawing room.

- Henry?

- Yes, Mrs Hamilton. Merry Christmas.

Come, Henry, we're very old

friends. You must call me Agnes.

- And you too, Julia dear.

- Yes. Yes, of course.

Oh.

- But he's gone already.

- Who?

Dudley.

- He was here?

- I should have known it.

- Where did he go?

- He said he had so much work to do.

- You must make him take some rest.

- I've been trying to.

I can't thank you enough for

sending him to me. Do sit down.

My dear, meeting Dudley has been the

greatest spiritual experience of my life.

- I'm so glad.

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