The Ghost and Mrs. Muir

And now my mind

is made up.

Oh, Lucy.

I never heard

of such a thing.

Oh, Lucy, Lucy.

Please don't make it

more difficult.

I know you've tried to be

generous and kind...

but it simply won't work,

my living here.

Eva, speak to her.

Are you serious, Lucy?

Yes, Eva, I am.

And poor Edwin

barely cold in his grave.

He's been dead

almost a year now.

Still you might have

some consideration

for your husband's memory.

I don't see what Edwin's

got to do with this.

I'm not leaving him,

I'm leaving you.

After all we've tried

to do for her.

You mustn't think

I'm not grateful.

You've both been

so very kind to me...

but I'm not really

a member of the family...

except for marrying your son,

and now he's gone.

I have my own life to live...

and you have yours...

and they simply

won't mix.

I've never had

a life of my own.

It's been Edwin's life

and yours and Eva's...

never my own.

Stop sniveling, Mother.

If she's determined

to make a fool of herself...

there's nothing

we can do about it.

But what will I have to

remind me of poor Edwin?

Lucy, have you

considered Anna?

Yes, Eva, I have.

You're willing to take responsibility

for what might become of her?

She's my daughter, Eva.

And what do you

mean by that?

Only what I said.

You're insinuating

that I interfere with Anna.

Don't deny it, Lucy.

Don't deny it, I say!

I'm not denying it, Eva.

Please, can't we discuss this

without quarreling?

I'm sure I don't know

how you'll manage, Lucy.

You haven't any money.

I have the income

from Edwin's gold shares.

Anna and I can live

quite cheaply with Martha.

Do you mean you're

taking Martha Huggins?

And why not? She was with me

before I came to live with you.

Of all the ungrateful--

Please, Eva. I'm sorry,

but I've made up my mind.

But where, Lucy,

where can you go?

The seaside, I think.

I've always wanted

to live by the sea.

Oh, goody.

Well, that's all I have to say.

I should think

it's quite enough.

Apparently there's

nothing we can do about it...

but when you realize

your mistake

and try to come

crawling back to us...

don't expect

any encouragement from me.

I won't, Eva.

Well, it's done.

Oh, it's a blooming

revolution, that's what.

Isn't Whitecliff

beautiful, Martha?

Oh, I am sorry.

It's quite all right.

Are you Mr. Itchen?

Mr. Itchen passed on

3O years ago.

May he rest in peace.

Mr. Boles?

Likewise.

Then you're Mr. Coombe.

Junior.

Of course.

You answered my letter.

Please eat.

Thank you.

I'm Mrs. Muir.

Mrs. Muir, of course.

You were desirous of renting a house.

Yes.

Well, I've selected

several prospects

suitable to a young lady

in bereaved circumstances.

Bowles Yard. Seaside villa.

Three beds, two recept...

complete offices,

company's gas and water...

ideally sits near bus stops,

modern drains, private garden...

1 2O.

1 O deposit.

I'm afraid that's

a little too expensive.

Right.

Labernum Mount.

First-class residential street...

four bed, one recept,

sun parlor, offices...

company's gas and water,

beautifully planted, short walk--

This one.

Uh, Gull Cottage.

What was that, madam?

This house.

Gull Cottage.

It's exactly the sort of

place I'm looking for.

Gull Cottage. Oh, no, no.

That wouldn't suit you at all.

Labernum Mount.

First-class residential street...

four bed, one recept,

sun parlor, offices...

company's gas and water--

And only 52. That's very little

for a furnished house.

It's a ridiculous price.

I suppose

there's something wrong.

Is it the drains?

When Itchen, Boles, & Coombe

put up a house for rent...

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