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icyberno.

It's about time you've got some fresh folks to narrow into your lungs James.

This is Mallory. Stuck up in London breathing nothing but your paints and your canvas.

I did not come to the air Mrs. Melbourne. I came to see you.

It's a talent here. It's a taught in my kitchen.

Mmm, that's very plain.

Who is she?

Who the devil is she?

Oh, Kitty! Flora my dear.

Oh, you've been missed.

Nice. I've been over in Beline with the Floyd tailors.

They've been so kind.

Yes, I don't say.

Yes, they took me about and showed me off and absolutely went to endless pains to be agreeable.

Well, that is their fault, eh?

Being agreeable.

Oh, eh, I'd like to present a friend of mine, Mr. James Mallory.

James, this is Miss Flora Louisa Saunt.

The portrait, painter.

John.

How do you do?

There were several artists in Beline, constantly dogging my footsteps.

But had I sat for one, I should have had to sit for the moon.

You would do me a great honor in this Saunt if you would have been to sit for it.

The one we have both returned to London.

I can't think of anything I would like more.

Good.

They had settled them.

It's the face, you see.

I must have it. I must set it down.

Who is she?

She's an orphan.

She's 20 years of age and she's rapidly squandering or being robbed of the modest capital appearance left her.

She's no taste in friends.

The Floyd tailors who were a host in Beline are horrid people.

And the Hammonds sings with whom she stays in London have her hands in her pocket day and night.

Have you spoken to her about it?

She knows what I think about them.

Indeed she knows what I think about most things.

She shares that with most of your friends.

That may be, but possibly some of my friends listen to me.

That girl doesn't care about them.

She's too pleased with herself for anything else to matter.

With that face, she has every right to be pleased.

So everyone tells her vanity is beyond all making or mending.

Why not take her under your wing?

Have her stay with you.

At least you wouldn't please her.

At Lane a week at night's, wondering her could help her, but the fact is, I can't at all.

Why not?

Well, you've seen what she does.

She hugs me and runs away.

She has an instinct about me. She feels I've got one about her.

I sometimes think she can't bear the sight of me.

Oh, it's all right. There's no obligation.

Though most of the time people generally can't take their eyes off me.

Oh, I didn't worry.

She'll marry early, marry dazzlingly and be off your conscience.

Who will she marry?

Well, anyone she likes.

She's right. She has a masterpiece.

She's so abnormally pretty she can do anything.

She'll fascinate some knee bob or prince, marry him.

That's what she thinks.

It's my opinion. She'll fascinate him first and bore him afterwards.

Moreover, she's not as flawless as you make out.

She has a scrappy little figure.

And she has another drawback, which shall be nameless.

Will you turn your head round to the window?

Please, I want an aspect of the profile.

Now, right round the other way, I want to see the other one.

They're both the same.

Indeed they are. But how do you know, Pray?

People are so funny.

No, no, please, stay away, ma'am. That's it.

Well, I see beauty in others. In nature, in art.

Why should I be blind to it in myself?

Will you turn your head a little as way? That's it.

Besides, I am my own severeest critic.

When I look in the mirror, all I see are the defects.

Which are?

I wouldn't tell you for the world.

Are you all right? I'm not tying you, are I?

Not at all. It's simply a headache.

Anemia is very fashionable with the young ladies this season.

I don't go in for it myself.

I am happy to say that I am sounding every part of my body.

I have good eyes, good teeth, good digestion, and a good temper.

I am sounding wind and limb. That's how Charles puts it.

Charles? Lord Ifield.

Well, you met him with me that day in Fokston.

Oh.

His lord, Considines, are you now? They have vast estates in Wiltshire.

Oh.

I met him in Beloian, and he followed me to Fokston.

Did you know?

And then he followed me from Fokston to London.

He's collecting me here in a few moments. I hope you don't mind.

Not in the least.

There. I'll finish for today.

We started earnest tomorrow.

Shall I be hung in the summer exhibition at the academy?

If I could put a frame around you and submit you, there would be no doubt.

As it is, we must wait to see if I can manage to do your justice.

You can tidy up in there, if you wish.

Thank you.

Lord Ifield, sir, calling by arrangement from this sort.

Oh, of course. Shannon, will you?

Yevil. How'd you do?

James Marnery.

Is Sun not here?

She's tidying her.

So this is what you'll pen to chaps, get up to.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

She's tidying her.

So this is what you'll pen to chaps, get up to, is it?

I'd like amateur theatricals.

Don't you think?

I believe I can see why you might think so.

Do you go in for tell the thing at all?

Female form divine, undwicked as to her?

Sometimes.

Set them up here on this track.

All lie them down on the sofa there, stretched out.

Gives the body a more sensuous line, you know.

Some of the choices taunches in the kingdom have adorned my humble chest field.

Well, eh.

So you've taken the incomparable Miss Saunt and the opportiction, have you?

She is incomparable, don't you think?

Yes, Chapp has her on his arm, he don't care what he may be to the way of competition.

Bit like being on the hut.

What?

No one's on the unbeatable horse.

I'm sure Miss Saunt would be charmed by the comparison.

Yes, are they mind if I take a look?

I'm sorry, it's a bit like horses, really.

Always wise to keep a little under one's saddle you do understand.

Perfectly.

But do you say in the paddock on the day, what?

Quite right.

Ha!

Ha! Amazing how much the world has in common with itself.

Ha!

I think that our city is going to be very interesting, Mr. Mangary.

Charles!

Oh, my dear.

Oh!

I hope I haven't kept you waiting, it's so kind of you to come.

Not at all.

Been having a fascinating chat with our painter friend, the hour.

Yes.

Our floor?

I thought a drive in Hyde Park and then lunch.

Oh, Charles, what a delightful program.

The floor, my dear, that was Tom Madsen, Darby's cousin.

You can't have forgotten him.

Charles, if I were to remember every single one of your acquaintances, I should leave the mind of a mathematician,

but you know I haven't gone.

He was just what I would.

I dare say he'll survive.

Ha!

Ha!

Ha!

That goes up with the noble lordy field.

I haven't heard of him for six weeks.

That's because he's gone to India.

I go shooting if you please.

Oh, it's all right.

He's madly in love with me.

But his family are reading him such a life.

Not where.

Oh, it's there who packed him off there.

His mother, the Countess, is a good friend.

Oh, it's there who packed him off there.

His mother, the Countess, she has been heard to say I would rather my son be swallowed by a tiger.

Mary, girl, not absolutely one of ourselves.

One of ourselves?

No, Mr. Mallory, I have never known you to be less than a cubed.

The orphan child of an army major.

With no resources and no connections.

What does he feel himself so about it?

Oh, Charles has given me unmistakable signs.

He's simply laying low in gaming time.

His father has it in his power to be very nasty to him.

Particularly financially.

The Lord, Considine, can't last forever.

Charles knows that there are clever men, richer men and greater personages who are banging on my door.

Banging on my door.

I'm rather fond of my poor little vicount.

And he knows that bulletin persecuted though he may be and be sieged by offers though I may be.

He may rely on me to be constant.

He's a very fortunate man.

I want to try something.

Without moving your head, will you turn your eyes to look at the cubid, please?

The cubid?

It's just an idea.

I'm sorry.

I find cubid's the most boring things in the world.

I couldn't possibly sit here and goggle it one.

Besides, I'm tired, Mr Murray, and I would like to finish for today.

As you please.

To make it up to you, I shall be twice as cooperative tomorrow.

My dear Miss Sought, you could be twice as perverse and my brush would be as eager.

You are a very kind man, Mr Murray.

Why are you so kind to such a vain and empty-headed girl?

Yes, you are vain.

But you have a great deal to be vain about.

And somehow forgive my frankness, but your vanity has made you soft rather than hard.

You struck me as vulnerable.

Fine, then?

Thank you.

May I talk?

You may.

Yesterday you thought that I was vulnerable.

What makes you think that?

Oh, I don't know.

I suppose any young lady of twenty without parents or guardians would seem vulnerable.

Oh.

Now, I'm still trying for that little difference I was talking of yesterday.

I want you this time to turn your eyes to look at my...

Precious, Cupid.

No. On the contrary, I want you to turn those stunning eyes to look at my discreetly naked Apollo.

Why should I do that?

It's just an idea. It may not work.

Yesterday it was your Cupid that was going to give you your great effect.

So, today I find it is something else.

I am beginning to think, Mr. Mallory, you are going to turn me into a squint-eyed monstrosity.

My dear Miss Saul.

Are you putting me to the question, Mr. Mallory?

My what? I'm sorry, I don't follow.

I do apologise if I've taken two dominating an attitude, but...

I'm sorry.

It is I who must apologise. I'm sorry, I...

I've been under a great deal of strain lately.

Some of which I'm sure you've guessed at, and some of which you could not.

You don't have to explain to me. I'm a recorder, merely. I try to put down what I see.

Well, then, I beg you. If you are a recorder, would you record me from the front?

Head on, as it were. I do so hate the side with glance.

She was distinctly odd. She asked me if I were putting her to the question.

Now, what do you suppose she meant by that?

Well, dear James, I'm the least idea.

Oh, yes, you have, Kitty.

Now, the last time I was here, you hinted that she had some mysterious drawback, which was not apparent.

And you said you'd rather die than let me tell you what it is.

Yes, well, I've changed my mind.

What is wrong with that?

Is it a question of the portrait? Does it not go well?

Oh, portrait goes well enough. Well enough for the summer exhibition. It's been accepted.

Congratulations, my dear.

Kitty, that is hardly the point. Now, I want to know what is wrong with the perfect flora Louisa sort.

Oh, dear. So now you're smitten like all the rest, are you?

Come, no. You know very well that an artist is the last person to fall captive to perfect beauty.

But the girl needs help.

She needs help, alright.

I can only hope she gets it in time.

I said it would end sadly, James. I'm unpaintable.

That is precisely the point.

I believe I resent being regarded as a challenge.

A gentleman has called, sir.

Mr. Geoffrey Dalling.

Oh! He says he would take it as a very great favour if you would see him.

Do, do, do.

Do you know?

Oh, I've some acquaintance with him.

I'll show him up, William. Please.

And look.

It's extremely important in his case that you do not judge the book by its cover.

Is that because the book is so good or the cover is so bad?

He has largest dates in Hampshire.

For dear, hardly sisters there who adore him.

A huge income and he got a double-thirster docks for none of which is in the least self-evident,

which is why stupid people often take him for a fool.

He seems to have one other price as assets.

You're good opinion of, don't you?

Oh, why don't you stay?

But no! No, and miss my trade to folks.

Let's simply bansoff each other in the hall.

Kitty, I do believe you've gone quite pink.

Oh, rubbish.

Goodbye.

Oh, Jeff Rick!

Kitty!

What a nerve, are you?

It's my pinter. The one I'm always telling you about.

And if you went to sit for him, brush your hair.

Goodbye, dear.

Excuse me, sir.

See if you would follow me, sir.

Mr. Jeffrey Dalling, sir.

Oh, flake, good of you.

How do you do?

It's a strange request, really.

Portrait paint is a lot unused to them.

Why don't you sit down?

It's about your splendid picture in the academy.

And titled Miss Flora Louisa Saunt.

Quite, quite, honey.

You're very kind.

I've never seen such a lovely creature.

I did so want to buy her.

I'm afraid it went at the private view.

Yes, they tell me, bought by Lord Ifield, they said.

That is correct.

He returns from a tiger shooting India specifically for the purpose.

You are acquainted with Miss Saunt, I am?

Good gracious, no.

I haven't had that inestible pleasure.

What I wondered.

That is to say, knowing little of these matters, I wondered whether you might have some preliminary sketches, that I might buy.

Yes, I think so.

Yes, I have several.

You may take your pick.

I think I'm going to take your pick.

I'm going to take your pick.

I'm going to take your pick.

Yes, I have several.

You may take your pick.

How to distinguish between excellence.

That one.

That's the one.

It's not the best.

It's the one I want.

I mean, one's not in an important mind.

I don't know how these things are arranged, does it work financially?

Well, it's not a study that I have any further use for, in truth.

However, I do have a market.

Why not take it with you and send me, say, 30 Guinness, which are convenience?

I'm most terribly obliged.

I can't tell you.

Heaven, she's lovely.

Would you like to meet her?

What?

I'm expecting her for tea any moment. Why not stay and meet her?

No, I couldn't do that.

Why not?

Why do you content with an image when you can confront the reality?

Look, meet her here first and then call on her at the Hammond Singes.

She stays with them.

No, no.

Why not?

Why?

I couldn't place her.

I...

I wouldn't know what to...

She'd think me a joke. I'd better go.

Can you manage?

Yes, thank you. I have my carriage outside and thank you again.

Goodbye.

Miss Flora Sondstone.

Tea is on the speed.

Oh, what's that?

That, my dear, was your latest conquest.

I don't know him.

Do I?

He fell in love with your picture of the academy.

Oh, thank you.

And were able to purchase it, making it to be allowed to buy what I consider to be a rather inferior study.

Who is he?

He is Mr. Jeffrey Dalling.

He's very rich, very clever, and he owns acres of hamshire.

And has he any expectations?

My dear child, what more could he possibly be expecting?

I mean James.

Does he have a title to come into?

Well, as to his family tree, I haven't climbed it.

I don't think he's one of your beloved noblemen.

But he's probably twice the man for that.

Very likely.

In any case, I wasn't aware that membership of the aristocracy was a prerequisite for falling in love with your picture.

How is that noble ifield?

Well, as you know, he didn't return from India expressly for the purpose of purchasing my portrait.

And I think he has no plans to return there.

The powerful token, I agree.

Moreover, I, myself, am going to the continent next month.

And he is going to follow me.

And you go abroad for your health?

Of course not.

Why on earth should you ask me that?

No reason.

It's what the world says.

It's no longer fashionable to go abroad for pleasure.

It always goes for one's health.

Well, let the world know what it likes.

I go for my pleasure.

And for that of your admirers, you mustn't get there.

Won't you sit down, Mr. Dorey?

I spent all last night looking at your picture.

I realized it wasn't enough.

Mallory was right.

I need the substance, not the shaggy.

The substance, Mr. Dorey?

I'm not a personable man, Miss Saunt.

But I have qualities of fidelity and loyalty.

I hold fast, Mr. Dorey, stick.

Mr. Dorey, I am very sensible of the honour that you are doing me.

But I am afraid that I could never...

All I ask is friendship.

To be able to take you about from time to time.

I don't hope for anything more.

Which is not the same thing as saying I won't try for anything more.

Friendship is equality not likely to be declined, Mr. Dorey.

I should be delighted to be your friend.

The platonic ideal, Dorey, you begin to worry me.

You come here with your huge simplicity bumping up and down my stairs.

Talking with platonic friendships with stunning young beauties.

It's the best I can do.

She can never regard me in any other light.

She told me so.

You must cut her from your life.

That's just what I can't do.

Anyway, you're up.

Fine one.

After all, it was you that started it all three weeks ago when you suggested I met her personally.

It was you that drove me to the mouth of the cannon that was to...

flow me to pieces.

In the confident belief that a man of your perception and intellectual training would prick the bubble of her beauty.

Let's see if her watch she is.

An empty exquisite butterfly.

I know that.

Slight, vain.

I know that.

And yet, for the strangest promise of tragedy about her.

I know that too.

And it's just because of that as well as her beauty that I irreversibly love her.

So you see, your friend Jeffrey Darling has joined the infinite list of Flora's victims.

Who said he was my friend?

Oh, come now, Kitty.

I saw the blush on your cheeks when we were first discussed him.

I thought he had more sense.

When Flora comes through the door, sense flies out the window.

And their own sense is certainly flown, whatever little she ever had.

She's cutting such fat slices from what her parents left her that the scales lay anything left.

Can't you talk to her?

She will be talked to.

She believes she knows what she's doing.

Her reasoning is that the money will last as long as it has to.

But a magnificent marriage will crown her charms before she's really pinched.

There's a certain fine boldness about it.

She's put by a sufficient sum for a very superb wedding outfit.

Meanwhile, she uses the rest to keep her afloat in the society in which she might most naturally find her map.

This little drawback that she was so mysterious about.

Can you at least tell me whether it has anything to do with her health?

Why do you ask that?

Well, she was distinctly odd when I mentioned health.

I'm sorry, James, but I've already made myself a little bit more than I've ever seen.

But I've already made myself perfectly clear.

I do not feel free at this stage to say anything at all about the matter of what one can only call the girl's career.

She'll be back for Christmas. If your curiosity is so overpowering, you must ask of yourself.

Really, James, I don't know why you persevere with me.

But more accurately, you get me, the worse it is.

I dig for your soul, Jeffrey, as I dig for kitty meldrons.

They have a great deal in common yourselves. Tell him.

Miss Floral Saunce, though.

James, such dedication always at your easel.

Except you're not, James, are you? No, you're Jeffrey. And James is...

James is standing by his fireplace, which isn't in the least bit being dedicated to you.

I hope you'll forgive my comical vein, but well, after all, it is the season for it, isn't it?

You know, jokes, martyrs, ghost apparitions.

Are you calling Jeffrey and our ghostly apparitions?

Not in the least. You are too gentlemen of whom I am exceedingly fond.

If you would care to stay still long enough, perhaps you'd like to join us for tea?

Oh, I'm terribly sorry, James. I can't do that. I have Charles waiting for me in a carriage.

You see, we haven't armed with this. Actually, I've come here to ask you for a favour.

Name it, and it should be done.

What Charles would like one of the sketches you did of me for his study?

No, with pleasure. Which one?

Oh, I think one of the ones with the bindings in the hair.

Well, there are two with bindings, if I remember rightly.

Yes. Choose whichever you think the better.

Here we are.

Oh, would you? Yes.

Hoad, it's awfully difficult.

I like Jeffrey to choose. He has such good taste.

No, I'm not choosing for him.

Well, then choose for me. Please, Jeffrey.

Very well.

That.

Yes. You're absolutely right. That's exactly the one I would have chosen.

How kind of you?

Well, I'm sorry to be in such rush, but I really must go, you see.

Charles, it's all for you, patience.

Thank you, James. Goodbye. Goodbye, Jeffrey.

So, that's it. What?

That's the little mystery that Kitty was so close about.

What the hell are you talking about?

What did you make of Flora just now? Hoad.

Very hot.

I'm surprised it's never occurred to me before.

There's something wrong with her eyes. Never!

What do you suppose the point was of asking you to choose that sketch just now?

It's because she couldn't distinguish one from another.

I don't see that that follows.

Heavens, has she been clever about it?

Of course, as soon as one knows, one can interpret all kinds of little insights.

I think you're jumping to conclusion.

She has learned to recognize objects by their relationship to each other.

I am always to be found at my easel.

Therefore, she naturally assumed that the figure standing there was me.

There could be something in that, James.

The thing that worries me is that the condition is evidently progressive.

Can you see Flora consenting to wear spectacles in public?

Does she wear them when she's alone?

Yes, but how often is she alone?

It's not a matter to be trifled with.

Do you think there's a serious danger?

She should follow to the letter her oculus prescription.

At whatever cost her prettiness.

It's all right, Saunders. I did require a lot.

Flora, my dear.

Charles, if you'd deny her engage.

Oh, my dear.

It's all the champagne buckets of it.

My heartiest felicitations.

It's going to be announced Monday in the morning post,

and I wanted you to be the first person to know.

Oh, he's a very lucky man.

I know you'll both be very happy.

Well, that rather depends on you, doesn't it?

On me?

Well, you know, don't you?

Know what?

Oh, come on.

James, I've given myself away too many times in this room.

The other day with you and Jeffrey was simply the confirmation, wasn't it?

I know your eyesight is bad, yes.

Oh, well, perhaps if I'd done what the doctors told me to,

years ago it might not just be bad, but...

It accelerates?

With every day.

Have you taken advice?

Yes.

When you asked me if I were going to the continent for my health,

you were right.

I've been a specialist in Paris, Vienna, Berlin, Zurich,

and they all say the same thing.

What do they say?

That if I do not put on certain surgical procedures,

that if I do not put on certain surgical spectacles,

they will not answer for my eyesight.

Do you mean spectacles like Mrs. Melton?

Oh, no.

No much worse than Mrs. Melton's.

Surgical spectacles with bars across each lens.

Well, that's what they say.

That's what you must do.

I will.

I will after I am married.

Don't you see, then I'll be safe.

But you will look at me if I make myself up right now.

How would I have ever got engaged at all if I've been

a goggling fight from the first?

Come now, you'll never be there.

It's simply not true, James.

You once said that I was vain.

Well, you're right, I am.

But my vanity is much more practical than you imagine.

You see, I am all alone in the world,

and my face is all I've got.

But such a face.

I have always known that I could get anything I wanted with it.

But I need it at all.

I need it still. I need every exquisite inch of it.

I cannot afford to have it goggled and barred

behind surgical spectacles.

I will.

Since my parents died,

it's been a kind of nightmare race really,

between my money running out and my eyesight failing completely.

Well, they've both been draining way at approximately the same speed.

I have gambled on beating them both,

and I have won.

If you will let me win.

My dear Flora,

it is not within my power to prevent you winning.

Oh, but it is.

If Charles were to discover about my eyesight,

he would break off the engagement immediately.

Surely not.

James, I am telling you that he would.

You see, after we are married,

I know that I can make him so happy.

So happy that he will accept the treatment I have to undergo,

goggles and all.

If he discovers the war hand,

then I am right.

Well, if you shalln't find out from me.

Promise me?

I promise.

I leave for America tomorrow.

I shalln't have time to say anything anyway.

I want you to swear it.

I swear.

Will you break the news of my engagement to Jeffrey?

Be gentle.

Married to that lock of Wiltshire Whittlessness?

It doesn't matter what you may think of her choice, old chap.

He's the one she wants.

Therefore, we must do everything in our power to see that she gets him.

I, therefore, we, or rather, you,

must abandon any plans you may have to tackle the question of her eyesight.

For the plain fact is, that if the gallant if he'll get even a hint of the matter,

he'll jump onto his hunter and head for the shire.

And a...

Tused good thing too.

Yes, for you, maybe, but not for her.

Now, I must have your word before I leave for New York.

I word on what?

That if you are asked, you inform the world that,

to the best of your knowledge, she has the eyes of a hawk.

Hi.

You must drop it.

You must drop her.

If that's what she wants, it is what she wants.

Very well.

Kitty Mildam is very fond of you, you know.

I know.

You could do far worse.

You'd be amazed how sought after she is.

Oh, James.

It's uncommonly kind of you to concern yourself, but it won't, sir.

What will you do?

What else?

Take to the boats and the trains.

Roll around the world a bit.

Try to forget that face.

Flora, my dear.

John!

I might like to see how we announce it to the world.

Oh, yes, indeed.

How exciting.

I won't stay.

I want a word with my kitchen.

Oh, I'll take this.

They're kind.

What?

It looks so apprehensive, Lordyfield.

Flora will not leave her room.

Since she came down to me here in her distress,

she has not stopped weeping.

Well, I'm certainly sorry about that.

The reason I summoned you here is that as an orphan she has no one else.

I therefore take it upon myself to speak for her.

You have had two weeks now since your precipitate flight from your fiancé

in which to state your intentions.

This you have significantly failed to do.

I must ask you to do so now.

It's off, dammit.

It's off.

How can it be otherwise?

The girl can hardly see a hand in front of her face.

I don't understand.

Don't understand how she took me in for so long.

Nice fool, she's made me look in front of my family under Quinton.

That's your main concern.

Is it how the affair makes you look?

I've been jocken, Mrs. Moltrom.

I've been dulled, dammit.

Someone has sold me a horse on those terms.

I'd have returned the animal as unsound and hotsk with the man who sold it to me.

And you return flora as unsound, do you?

That's not what I meant, as you well know.

Okay, I'm Mrs. Moltrom.

I'm perfectly willing to announce that it will she who broke it off with me.

I'll pay a handsome sum in compensation.

I'll do anything.

Except keep your word and marry her.

Except marry her?

Yes.

Being out of the country, I've only just heard.

I got here as quickly as I could.

I must confess, I didn't believe you would wittingly desert her.

Now Jeff Rins...

Jeff Rins it down.

Sit down.

How is she?

She has been down into the abyss.

For the first two months she was here, she stayed in her room and cried.

Lately she's been much better.

She's been to the Oculus.

And for the past four months has been following his instructions punctilliously.

Which are?

To get as much fresh air as she can.

To walk up to five miles a day.

Flora!

Flora!

Hello, Jeffrey.

All alone?

With whom should I be?

Ma'am.

Besides I like being alone.

For the present.

And for the future?

Oh, we shall have to see how I get on.

Flora, I want to speak with you about the future.

Now that Lord Ifield is no longer in contention.

You see, I was right to disguise my disability.

It is true that in the end I lost Charles Ifield.

Wearing these, I never would have got him in the first place.

They would make no difference to me.

Flora.

I understand that you've been travelling abroad.

That's right, I was on a boat on the Rhine when I heard.

I started back instantly.

And what do you intend to do with yourself now that you have returned?

I shall settle down in Hampshire on the estate.

I have a study going forward into the figures for illiteracy among the rural population.

I've also been asked to stand for Parliament, but I shan't do that.

After all, it would take me an hour to make a five minute speech.

Flora, I have something to say to you.

I must hurry, Jeffrey.

Or I shall be late.

No.

The more I walk, the better I feel.

I have been ordered by my doctors to keep all the while in the fresh air

and to go in for plenty of exercise.

You've got plenty of that down in Hampshire.

It keeps up my general health, you know, and if that continues to improve,

as it is lately done, then soon everything will be all right again.

All that was the matter with me before was that I neglected my general health.

It acts directly on the state of the eye, you know?

It's her own absolute belief in herself. She thinks she's doing a cure.

And is she?

I simply don't know.

Certainly she's dedicatedly doing what the doctors have prescribed.

She went into those goggles the way Repentant Magdalene's joined the church.

Had she done it all five years ago?

I don't know.

She believes she's on the mend.

And that in the course of time, if she leads a tremendously healthy life,

she'll be able to take off her muscle and be as dangerous as ever.

It keeps her going.

I'd have her, you know, she is now.

Oh, you.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm sure.

I'm sure.

I'm sure.

I'm sure.

I'm sure.

I'm sure.

I'm sure.

I'm sure.

Oh, you.

You're too good to live.

What news of James Mallory?

Oh, he expects to be back next month.

He's got another year's work waiting for him in America,

but he wants to tie the up here first.

Will he come down to see you?

I should be very put out if he didn't.

I wonder what he with his eye will make of her goggles.

Would you like to paint me now, James?

It would present a few problems of technique.

There's no need to be tactful.

I know they're hideous, but they are doing me good.

I think you've been very sensible.

I'm so sorry I can't stay, but I have to do these walks.

These great long walks.

They're very good for my general health, you know.

And you'll be glad to be rid of me.

What a monster's thing to say.

You have such an eye for perfection.

I know how difficult it is for you to look at me.

Well, goodbye, James.

Goodbye, Flora.

Well.

I feel as if some great sapphire had split in my hand.

They're destroyer.

Those goggles are nylate.

Has Jeffrey seen her in?

In G.D. has.

And born it like a hero he's proposed to her yet again.

And she?

Won't hear of it.

What's he doing with himself?

Oh.

He's retired to his hampture acres,

where he's surrounded by his four dear ugly sisters,

who make much of him because they sense his hurt.

I find it extraordinary that Flora should feel herself in a position

to turn on a man like Jeffrey.

She doesn't deny he's good.

He's simply the last person she would ever dream of.

The taste has never had a strong point.

Indeed not.

I really must see the pallet fellow before I leave for America.

Perhaps you can give me his address in Hampshire.

Certainly, James.

Really is up to one of his friends, you know,

to shock him out of this destructive infatuation.

You can bring only pain to him and embarrassment to her.

I'm surprised you haven't done it already, kid.

I'm taking it abroad with me next week.

Think of change, will do I good?

We'll be a pretty pair.

We shall be able to complain of not being looked at.

That's for you, Kitty, my dear.

It's your kindly soul that people stare at.

Not your goggles.

Bless you.

Goodbye.

Oh, won't you stay till Flora gets back?

We could all have teens.

And if you ought to be in America for another year?

No, I could not.

I really can't bear to look at her, you know.

James.

If you'd understand, she's a realist.

Not as hard a one as you, James.

You forget.

I was never in love with her.

I studied her face for a particular beauty.

I lived with that beauty, and I reproduced it.

I know my trade well enough to realize that it's gone forever.

Gone forever?

Hi.

I won't hear of it.

It's still there beneath the goggles.

Any man with a trace of sensibility would know that?

I must admit, those goggles do put a severe strain on anyone's sensibility.

I'm surprised you still want her.

I love her.

I want to be with her.

I want to protect her and minister to her.

And she needs someone to love her now more than she's ever needed anyone before.

But she doesn't want you, old chap.

Don't you find it rather humiliating?

Running after a girl that no one wants anywhere?

I've never realized what a...

Cold brute you are before, James.

Yeah, Mrs. Milden said something of a kind this morning.

What if the treatment fails?

Supposing she does eventually accept you and her sight worsens.

You will be landed with a blind wife.

I've thought of that.

It would be my greatest opportunity.

I would do everything for her.

She would be seen and marveled at for her beauty alone.

I would report its effect on those who saw it.

It would be in my keeping.

Above all, for her her beauty will be fixed at its highest and most flawless point.

She could never grow old in her own mind because I would not allow her to.

My words would be her eyes.

And my words would see to it that she would not.

And my words would see to it that she never changed.

The all-sake, Jeff, the old chap.

I hope she goes on refusing you.

However, I think there's very little danger.

I had a letter from Mrs. Milden this morning.

It appears that our blinker beauty has buted up no end in the heady ears of the continent.

She's claiming her sight is improving by the minute.

She's had her goggles off once or twice.

Oh, and she's quite confident of bringing down an Italian prince within the month.

If that would make her happy, I'm content.

I now know why I've never managed to get your head quite right.

I kept missing out the halo.

Ex-tremely everything.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

Just 15 of shizz a day.

She's got a parrot mouth.

You're not the most scintillating company a poor old widow could have, Jeffrey.

Yours is the last poor trained actual painting in there, Comispeau.

Why, surely not.

Eighteen months is a long time.

Miraculous Saunders has already got me packed.

This will be off in a minute to your lovely faces dried.

Saunders!

Saunders!

Where are my studs?

I performed the medical at the writing back here in time for the first night of lowing grin at the garden

and no studs, Saunders, no studs.

Perhaps you can surpass yourself and get me a house.

So.

Oh, there you are.

Who?

Flora, my dear.

James!

Oh dear, dear James!

You are lovely now than you've ever been before in your life.

You've been away so long I didn't recognise you.

Jeffrey, look who's here.

James has come back and you should have heard what he said about me.

James, have youtiful tears on me.

I've extorted my beautiful.

I didn't come within 100 miles of you, my dear.

It must sit for me again.

Oh, I shouldn't like that, James.

I'd like to see your old studio again.

You've been away from me.

I'd like to see your old studio again.

You've been away too long.

Why don't you arrange it with Jeffrey?

It shall be, you know, as I said that day.

Blindness has never mentioned.

It's irrelevant.

I've been away from you.

I've been away from you.

I've been away from you.

I've been away from you.

I've been away from you.

I've been away from you.

I've been away from you.

I've been away from you.

I've been away from you.

I've been away from you.

I've been away from you.

I've been away from you.

I've been away from you.

I've been away from you.

I've been away from you.

I've been away from you.

I've been away from you.

I've been away from you.

I've been away from you.

I've been away from you.

I've been away from you.