The Ghost and Mrs. Muir Page #7
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Oh, no!
Poor Edwin.
He never did anything.
I'm afraid he wasn't even
a very good architect.
He couldn't have designed
a house like this.
Who did?
I did.
It reminds me of something--
An old song, or--or a poem.
""Magic casements,
opening on the foam
of perilous seas,
That's Keats, isn't it?
The nightingale.
Strange to find a sea captain
quoting Keats.
Oh, life's slow at sea.
Plenty of time for reading
in the off watches.
How romantic.
Reading lyric poetry
up in the crow's-nest
with the sheets
bellying in the wind.
Sails, blast it all, madam!
A sheet's a line, a rope.
Ropes can't belly.
I don't know anything
about the sea
except that it is romantic.
That's what
all landsmen think.
Seamen know better.
Then why do they
go to sea?
Because they haven't
the sense to stay ashore.
Heaven help
the ordinary seaman.
Were you ever one?
For several years,
while I learnt me trade.
It's hard to imagine you
being an ordinary anything.
You got callers.
Oh, dear!
Whatever can they want?
Who is it?
My blasted in-laws!
But she's resting, ma'am.
Then we'll go up.
Quick! Hide or--or go away
or decompose.
Dematerialize, madam.
Whatever it is,
do it quickly.
No fear.
They can't see me or hear me
unless I choose
that they should.
Oh, then please don't choose.
I'll get rid of them.
Why don't you let me?
I've had plenty of practice.
Say the word,
and I'll keelhaul them.
No. You're not to do anything!
Well, Lucy.
Talking to herself.
Oh, my poor Lucy.
You look so pale.
Well!
What an ugly room!
Oh, it isn't really.
Whatever do you want
with that telescope?
I--I like to look at the stars.
You never liked
to look at the stars
when you lived with us.
Sit down, Mother.
And what a hideous painting.
Anyone with a face
like yours, madam...
expressing such opinions.
Why on earth don't you
take it down?
Because I like it, Eva.
I'm--I'm very fond of it,
really I am.
Ha ha ha! Liar.
Of course.
If you want a portrait
of a strange man
in your room...
well, that's up to you.
I'm sure you didn't come here
merely to criticize the decorations.
No, we did not.
Oh, poor Lucy,
we've such bad news for you.
I suppose it's all for the best,
everything considered.
Don't you, Eva?
And in my opinion,
we're just in time.
So perhaps our bad news
is good news after all...
and now we can all
go home and live together
and forget all this nonsense
about living alone.
What news is this?
Your gold mine, Lucy.
It's petered out.
They've stopped
paying dividends.
It was in The Times
this morning.
Oh.
Oh.
Avast now.
Don't make a scene
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