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Good afternoon. The Professor Wynter?

No, he's not in.

I come too early maybe?

Is he expecting you?

Oh, yes, er, I have a letter.

It's about a job to drive the car.

Oh, I'll tell madam. You best go round the back and wait there.

Thank you.

Yes, Emily, what is it this time?

I'm sorry to disturb you, madam,

only there's a man downstairs asking for Mr Wynter.

- What does he want? - He says he's come about the job.

What job?

Driving the car, he says.

- He's got a letter. - Are you sure he's come to the right place?

The letter said here, I saw it.

Well, you'd better wait until Mr Wynter comes home. He'll be in at six.

- Yes, I'll tell him, madam. - Alright, thank you, Emily.

Oh, you didn't drink your tea.

Oh, I forget.

It'll be cold now. I'll get you another.

- No, I must not trouble you. - It's no trouble.

Lounge.

Do you suppose he wants to see him?

Answer it and you'll find out.

Waste.

In my country we don't drink your tea so much.

All the time we are drinking the wine.

Well, you won't get any wine here.

Mr Wynter will see you now.

- This way. - Thank you.

Ahh, come in.

It's, erm...

Carlo Bianchi, isn't it?

Ci, signor profesora.

Ah, don't call me professor. You just say sir or Mr Wynter.

Ci, signor.

This is my wife.

Signora.

You do speak English, I hope?

Not very well.

I've been in England only since three years.

Ah, so I see. You're Italian, I gather?

Oh, yes, my family is coming from Sicily.

And since 12 years I'm living in Roma.

Well, you may have noticed I'm in a wheelchair, that's because I've had polio, I can't walk.

I need a strong chap to help me in and out of the car and so on.

You think you can do that?

- Of course, yes. - Certainly look strong enough.

Before when I was in Roma I take part in boxing.

Always I win. You wish I should show you?

Oh, no, no, no need for that.

Just need a shove up now and again.

- You know about the money? - Yes, sir.

- Satisfactory? - Oh, yes, sir.

Alright.

Can you start straightaway?

Ci, signor. I bring my baggage with me.

Fine. Well, he'd better have the room over the garage.

- Would you get Emily to show him? - Of course.

I want the car round at 8:30 in the morning.

Molto bene, signor.

Oh, Emily, show Carlo his room, would you?

- Yes, madam. - Goodnight.

Goodnight, signor.

This way.

Well, what do you make of him?

I'll tell you that when I've seen his driving.

- Where did you dig him up? - Trevor Lewis found him. Rang me up yesterday.

- I thought I told you. - No, darling, you didn't.

But that's quite normal. I'm usually the last to hear.

- You do think he's a good idea? - Oh, yes.

As long as we can afford him.

If we waited till we could afford it we'd never have anything.

All I know is I can't go on cadging lifts every day from the chaps at the lab.

Oh, I know, darling, I think he's a very good idea.

And he can take me shopping, too.

This is, er, where you sleep

and you have your meals with us over in the kitchen.

Ci, signorina.

We didn't know you were coming or I'd have done it out for you.

Oh, it is very good, thank you.

Well, there's plenty of hanging space here.

You've got your own bathroom through there.

Oh, I'd better get you another blanket. It...

It still gets cold here at night.

Oh, there is no need, I don't mind the cold.

Oh, but that's silly. We've plenty of blankets in the house.

You are very kind to me.

Oh...

Supper will be ready in half an hour.

- You... you know where to come? - Yes, thank you.

Alright then.

I'll get along.

- I... - Signorina?

I was just going to say, I hope you like it here.

Thank you.

That's fine. Oh, the case.

- Now fold up the chair and put it in the boot. - Ci, signora.

You're wanted on the telephone, madam - Mr Lambert.

Shan't be a minute, darling.

- Can I help? - All is done. Grazie.

Hello. Oh, hello, Morris.

No, I'm-I'm a bit out of breath. I was outside with the car.

I wanted to know what I'd done to offend you.

Oh, come now, I must have done, not a word from you for two months.

Where's that exciting new novel you promised me?

Nonsense, I don't believe it.

It's true, I'm afraid.

Well, I've written four or five chapters

but they're not good enough and I... I know they're not.

You'll have to give me more time.

Look, I'll tell you what to do.

If you don't like it, tear it up and start again. I can wait.

Oh, it'll cost me a fortune and disappoint your readers

but I'd rather do that than give them something you don't believe in.

And don't worry.

You'll find a story eventually.

There are stories all around you if you know where to look.

There's probably one right under your nose at this very moment.

Oh, I'm sorry to be such a nuisance.

Oh, I-I must run, they're calling me.

Alright.

No, I promise. Goodbye.

- Open the door for me, please, Carlo. - Oh, signora, permit me.

No, that's alright. I'll put them on the seat.

There.

That's the lot.

- Home now. - Ci, signora.

What was that tune you were whistling?

Oh, it's a song of my country.

- Has it got any words? - Oh, yes.

It is about a young man who is coming to the farm

where is the beautiful daughter of the farmer.

Erm, it is the time of the wine harvest.

And the young man and the beautiful daughter of the farmer

first they make wine and then they make love.

- You understand? - I think so.

So, after,

the beautiful daughter of the farmer

she is saying, "You stay here, please, and marry me?"

And the young man he is saying,

"Not bloody likely I'm staying here to marry you.

You cannot put cork in me like you put in wine bottle."

It's a very old song.

I'm sure it is.

I wish you wouldn't take it so fast.

It always scares me.

Can't think why, it's just the same as driving a car.

I know. But it still frightens me.

Came to see if you're ready for dinner.

- Is it dinner time already? - Afraid so. How's it getting along?

Rather well. At this rate I shall be finished at the end of the week.

- That's good going, isn't it? - Mmm-hmm.

This one's coming easily. Thanks to Morris.

What's he got to do with it?

Well, something he said rang a bell and I tore the old one up and started again.

- This one's much better, I think. - What's it about?

Oh, you know, people like us.

Mmm. Won't that be rather dull?

Quite the reverse. You wait till you read it, if you ever do.

- Are you ready? And about time, too. - Ah.

Back on the 11 o'clock bus.

And don't forget to leave the light on.

Last time I nearly fell base over apex.

And don't do anything I wouldn't do.

Come on, come on! We'll never get there at this rate.

And this time, just remember you're out with a lady

and don't go disappearing into the four ale bar

and making eyes at that redded hussy behind the bar,

and buying everybody drinks.

Carlo! Supper's ready.

Eh, aren't you going to have some wine?

Oh, this is for us?

Mrs Poldy, she get it?

Oh, you get it.

Oh, but this is magnifico.

Salute!

Ooh. Is it alright?

Do you really like it?

But, ci, er, it is, er...

How you say? Smashing!

Grazie, Emily.

In my country we say...

you are molto simpatico.

Oh.

There's the bell.

Oh, Emily, have you seen Mr Wynter?

Oh, he's in his workshop, madam, been there all afternoon.

Oh, thank you.

Roger.

- Yes? - I want you.

Oh.

What... what you up to in there?

Er, experiments.

- You're not gonna blow us all up? - I hope not.

I can't think why you have to keep the door shut.

Well, not when your inside, anyway.

People keep barging in if I don't and I can't concentrate.

- What did you want me for? - Only to show you this.

Finished? Congratulations.

You'd better save them till you've read it. I brought this copy for you.

Oh, thanks. Thanks.

I'll start it tonight.

No, I'll start it tomorrow, I must work tonight.

If you start it this side of Christmas it'll be a miracle.

- Have you finished the last one yet? - Course I have.

- Well, then how does it end? - You know how it ends.

- Yes, but do you? - Of course, I do.

Look, this calls for a celebration.

- Let's open a bottle and christen it, shall we? - Alright.

I thought I'd go up to town tomorrow and deliver it to Morris in person.

It'll give me a chance to do some shopping.

Fine. Wish I could come. Will you stay a night or two?

Oh, no, I don't think so, it's such a performance.

But I thought if Carlo could drive me,

I could make an early start and be there and back in a day.

- Do you think you could spare him? - Yes, of course, Miles will give me a lift.

What's the new brainchild called?

"The Passionate Stranger". I say!

- Don't you like it? - Like it? I love it.

- Who's the stranger? - Well, you read it and you'll find out.

There. You needn't wait for me, Carlo.

I'll go onto lunch by taxi, but you can pick me up here at four o'clock.

Ci, signora.

If you want to go to the park it's straight up there and to the right.

Molto grazie.

"It was the first day of spring

when Mario arrived in answer to their advertisement

and at once his infectious smile

and air of well-being

made them feel that he had brought the Spring with him.

The bus dropped him at the gate

and as he strolled up the drive with his kitbag slung over his shoulder

he was whistling the nostalgic melody

of one of the songs they had sung when he was a boy at his home in Sicily.

The one about the farmer's daughter

and the young man who came from the mainland to help with the wine harvest

and stayed to make love.

The great house lay in front of him expectant,

like a woman waiting to be kissed.

When he arrived at the front door

he dropped his kitbag on the step

and pressed the bell."

Yes?

Er, Sir Clement Hathaway?

Who wants him?

You know, you shouldn't be knocking at the front door.

- You should be round the back. - What do you say?

Round the back. That way.

Okay.

"Directly he entered the house,

Mario began to congratulate himself on his good fortune.

His experienced eye told him that in this situation he would find comfort,

good living,

and perhaps something more."

Alright, come over here, let's have a look at you.

Mario Marinie, isn't it?

- Ci, signor. - Now don't call me signor.

I'm Sir Clement Hathaway.

You refer to me as Sir Clement and to my life as my lady.

Is that clear?

Ci, signor. Sir Clemente.

- Clement. - Er, Clement.

You do speak English.

Oh, yes, I'm in England since three years.

So I see.

You're Italian, I gather.

Yes, sir. Sir, er, Clement.

You may have noticed that I'm in a wheelchair.

That's because I was hurt in an accident.

I can't walk, I'm paralysed.

- You know what that means? - Yes, Sir Clement.

It means I can't do anything for myself.

It means that I have to be lifted in and out of my chair.

- You think you can do that? - Of course, yes.

Very well, we'll give you a trial and see how you get on.

Ring the bell.

I'll do it.

The agency told you about the money?

- Yes, sir. - Very well.

I shall want the car round at 8:30 in the morning.

Oh, Betty. Mario's starting at once.

Would you show him his room, please?

Yes, m'lady. This way.

- Goodnight, Mario. - Goodnight, my lady.

And what do you make of that?

Well, he seemed willing.

And he certainly looks strong enough.

Why?

Don't you like him?

I don't have to like him, do I? No, I don't trust him.

Why not?

One never knows with foreigners.

Sometimes when they say yes it means yes and sometimes it means no.

And sometimes just perhaps.

All very confusing.

Of course, one finds out which it is eventually.

There are the cars.

Oh, she's beautiful.

- Who is? - Il motor.

Oh, yes.

Well, come on, I haven't got all day.

There we are.

- You like it? - Hmm.

Very much.

The room, silly.

Oh, the room is good, also.

You got your own bath and, er, whatnot through there.

Er, and you, where do you sleep?

None of your business.

Over the other side of the house.

Oh, it's a pity.

Fancy yourself, don't you?

Oh, I think I like it here.

Ah, it's not so bad.

Course, he's a bit of a grouch but so would you be if you were like that.

- I'm glad I'm not. - I bet you are.

She's sweet, of course.

And you? What are you?

That would be telling, wouldn't it?

You want another blanket, there's only one on the bed.

No, thank you.

There are other ways of keeping warm.

I don't doubt it.

But you don't want to go already?

I most certainly do.

You do not wish first to kiss me goodnight?

What for? You'll be coming down to supper, won't you?

Half past seven.

Hello, Martin.

No. No, as a matter of fact I was just practising.

I've just been talking to Meldrum.

He wants you to do a series of recitals.

Edinburgh, Glasgow, Liverpool and so on.

He'd start you off with a big due at the Festival Hall

four weeks from Saturday the, er, 29th.

Oh, come now, why not?

Well, I-I'm completely out of practice.

Well, I know, but it's only a month.

I don't think I could ever be ready in time.

Yes, but-but, Martin...

It's not only that. It's Clement.

Well, since this has happened he's become possessive.

He doesn't like me to be away from him.

He can't bear anyone else to do anything else for him.

It isn't good enough, you know.

Everybody's been asking what's happened to you.

Well, I'll think it over and talk to Clement about it.

No. No, I won't.

Well, I'll let you know tomorrow.

Goodbye.

Clement, I didn't hear you come in.

I wondered if you realised what the time is?

Oh, good heavens, I had no idea.

You haven't forgotten the Lord Lieutenant's ball?

Oh, dear. I'll go change at once.

- We must leave in half an hour. - I'll be ready.

- Oh, Clement. - Yes?

Just a minute.

Martin rang up today.

Meldrum wants me to do a recital tour.

Six concerts.

- And you said no? - Well, I said I'd think it over.

Would you mind very much if I did it?

- I'd rather you didn't. - Oh, why, Clement?

I should have thought it was obvious. Your place is here.

As my wife you have a certain position in society,

I flatter myself I can provide you with everything you need.

You don't have to go rushing about playing the piano for money.

You know money has nothing to do with it.

Then why do it?

Well, seems people have been asking for me.

I'm supposed to be a rather good pianist, you know.

You're supposed to be my wife.

- Have I ever failed you in that? - No, you've not.

I'll wait for you downstairs.

- Clement. - Yes.

I've been thinking, I should rather like to do those concerts.

You must decide for yourself, of course.

Well, I don't think you quite realise

just how much I've missed my music since we've been down here.

I've never stopped you playing, have I?

Oh, it isn't the same thing.

One needs an audience occasionally.

I can see that you've made up your mind and so there's no more to be said.

Oh, please, don't take it like that.

How else do you expect me to take it?

We really must be going, we're late already.

Hello, darling.

Hello. Mrs Poldy says you've been out here all day.

Yes, it's been so lovely I couldn't bear to go in.

Besides, I need all the practice I can get before the 29th.

Ah, I wanted to talk to you about that.

Oh, please, Clement.

But I thought we'd settled it?

Well, this is something new.

There's a conference on nuclear weapons in Washington at the beginning of next month.

They want me to go.

Oh, but that's wonderful.

Well, you will go, won't you?

Only if you'll come with me.

At the beginning of the month you said.

Would mean leaving on the 26th.

But you know I can't do that. Well, I've promised.

Very well. I'll tell them I can't go.

Clement.

- You make it very hard for me. - You don't exactly make it easy for me.

Well, couldn't Mario go with you, after all, he's used to looking after you.

I'd rather stay at home, thank you.

Well, alright then, I'll cancel the recitals.

I'll telephone Martin tomorrow.

You must do whatever you think right.

I've told you!

I'll cancel the recitals. Isn't that enough?

Hold the line, please, Mr Lambourne wants you.

Leonie.

Been trying to get you all day.

Have you seen the papers?

Well, you should read them. Sometimes you find out things that way.

Listen to this.

But I can't believe it.

Why?

Well, why should he do such a thing?

But I don't understand.

That can't be the reason.

It must be something else.

Oh, just a moment, Clement's come in, hold on.

Clement, It's Martin.

Is it true that the Washington conference has been cancelled?

- Yes. - And you're not going?

- No. - Then why didn't you tell me?

I was under the impression I had.

You knew perfectly well that you hadn't.

You were afraid that I'd do those concerts after all, weren't you?

Well, you were right! I shall, do you hear? I shall!

I hear you very well. There's no need to raise your voice.

Oh, yes, there is!

It's high time somebody raised their voice to you.

Hello, Martin. You were quite right.

The conference is off.

You can tell them that I'll do it.

Oh, yes.

Yes, I'll be ready.

Leonie.

Before you go.

Yes.

I hope your recital's a great success.

- Do you really, Clement? - Do you doubt it?

No. No, I believe you really do.

Thank you.

Don't you think you should stay in London overnight?

It's a long journey twice in one day.

Oh, no, I'd rather come home.

And I don't want you to be without Mario tomorrow.

I can manage. A day off will do me good.

- I'd rather come back. - As you wish.

- These are for you. - Oh, Clement.

You are wearing your black dress, aren't you? Betty assured me you would.

Yes, I'm wearing the black dress.

Thank you, Clement.

Good luck for the recital.

Thank you.

- What happened? - The tyre.

She go "phuutt"!

- My lady is not hurt? - No.

We shall need someone to pull us out, shan't we?

Ci, signora.

I think I must go to the village. It's back down there.

- There will be a garage. - Alright.

- My lady will wait here? - No.

I think I'll come, too.

- I shall not be long. - I feel like a walk.

And I don't much like the idea of staying in the car the way it is now.

Oh, I better lock.

No use you ringing that bell.

There's nobody there.

Oh, dear. I wonder if you could help us?

Our car's in a ditch about a mile up the hill.

We need a tow.

Well, you best come and sit in the parlour.

While your man and me go down to the show and find Josh Perry.

- He'll be the man for it. - That's very kind of you.

Millie!

Millie!

Alright, there's no need to shout, I'm not deaf.

Give the lady a glass of sherry while I show her man where he can find Josh.

Alright, but mind you come straight back.

- Dry or medium, madam? - Dry, please.

- What beautiful roses. - Ooh, I've seen worse.

It's so peaceful here I might be miles from anywhere.

Oh, that's just because they're all down at the flower show.

It'll be noisy enough come sunset.

Thank you.

- Here's your man now. - Oh, good.

- Is it alright? - I regret, no.

- There is work to do before she is safe. - Well, how long will it take?

Why, till tomorrow, till 11 o'clock.

That'll be Josh Perry wanting to get back to his euphonium.

We'd best hire another car.

Oh, you won't get another tonight, not this side of Weavelford.

You best stay here and make a start in the morning.

Can, can you put us up?

I've got two rooms, just the two.

But they're both empty and the beds are aired. You're welcome to stay if you want.

- Well, I think that would be best. - I'll show you the room.

Oh, thank you. And then I must telephone home.

- You give me the number and I'll get it for you. - That's very kind of you.

Pledbury 38.

Mario, would you bring my cases from the car?

Yes, my lady, at once.

This way.

Hello.

Hello, exchange, could you get me Pledbury 38...

It's not much but it's the best we can manage.

I think it's very attractive. I'm sure I shall be very comfortable.

My husband will see to your driver.

Thank you.

If you want anything just touch the bell.

Come in.

Your cases, my lady.

Oh, just put them on the chair, will you?

Excuse me, please.

- You wish anything else? - No, thank you.

Oh, have you had anything to eat?

Oh, yes, I have a sandwich while we work on the car.

And some English beer. Eurgh.

Well, if you want anything else just ask the landlord.

No, I want nothing else.

The music is pretty, yes?

Yes.

It is the fair. Do you wish I should show you?

Oh, no, thank you. But you go if you want to.

Oh, I am so sorry to give you so much trouble,

when you are tired after you play so beautifully.

Oh, did you hear me then?

- Oh, yes, I'm in the back of the hall. - Did you enjoy it?

Oh, it was most good, except one thing.

What was that?

- You forgive me if I say? - Of course.

Then, I think, at the end of the sonata the rallentando's too soon.

I prefer once you keep the tempo...

- How do you say? - Strict?

Strict! Right until the last three bars.

But I never dreamed you knew so much about music.

Your number's through, madam.

Oh, thank you. I'll come down.

Hello. Hold on a minute, please, the lady's just coming.

H-hello, Clement.

Well, it's me. We've had an accident.

No. No, nothing serious, a tyre burst.

Excusi, signora.

But it's closed.

Well, can't Mario see to it?

Well, I should of thought that he could.

Well, of course it's inconvenient.

I particularly wanted the car tomorrow.

I've got to go to Bristol.

That's all very well, but I hate unreliability.

Oh, but it wasn't his fault.

Well, the tyre just burst and there we were in the ditch.

Yes, darling. Well, no, of course not.

Yes, Clement.

What? No.

No, I wasn't hurt, not even a bruise.

Yes, Clement.

Goodnight.

Sir Clement, he is angry with me?

No, no, of course not. It wasn't your fault.

Oh, he's glad because the concert was a great success?

Yes, delighted.

There is something else I can do for my lady?

Oh, no, Mario, thank you, no.

I think I'll just take a walk.

You wish I should show you the fair?

The fair?

- Yes, yes, if you like. - It's this way, please.

I didn't know they still danced like this.

I used to watch them when I was a child and stayed with my grandmother in the country.

But that was years ago.

In my country we dance like that also.

Hello, ladies and gentlemen,

take your partners, please, for the Cumberland Square.

Come along, ladies and gentlemen, the Cumberland Square.

Come along. We haven't got much time!

Come along, ladies and gentlemen, we're one couple short.

Now, sir, what about you?

Now, sir, what about you?

Why don't you and your lady join in?

All the fun of the fair and nothing to pay.

Oh, come along, missus, don't be shy.

We're all friends here.

Now, come along.

- My lady. - Shh.

Listen.

Isn't it exquisite?

All of tonight is exquisite.

It is the most happy night for me since I leave my country.

I'm glad.

Always before I feel I do not belong.

I'm outside.

Oh, people laugh, people talk, but they don't laugh with me.

They don't talk with me.

I am alone.

But you must have some friends?

No. Nobody.

Until tonight.

You make me feel I'm human. Like other men.

I will always love you for that.

See, I kneel to you.

Oh, no, Mario, get up, please.

Please, Mario.

- Now you're angry with me. - No, of course not.

No, Mario, you mustn't.

You see. You shut me up just like the others.

No, it isn't that, but I...

Oh, Mario!

Clement.

- Didn't you go to Bristol then? - No.

But surely you could have hired a car from Pledbury?

I could have but I didn't choose to.

- But I thought it was important? - It was.

- Well, you make me feel dreadful. - Why?

You didn't stay away on purpose, did you?

- You know I didn't. - Well, then.

Perhaps you'll tell them to send Mario to me.

- Why? - He'll have to go.

Oh, but that's not fair. It wasn't his fault, really it wasn't.

Maybe not, but I happen to depend on my car.

You may not have noticed it, but I can't get around without it.

A car that's not there when I need it is no use to me.

And if Mario can't get it there, he's no use either.

Oh, whatever you say. Perhaps it would be better if he went.

You don't really mean that, do you?

Oh, it doesn't matter what I mean.

Once you've made up your mind, nothing I can say is going to make you change it.

On the contrary, if you want him to stay, he shall stay, this time.

Will you excuse me?

- Where are you going? - I'm going to the labs

to try and catch up on some work. Any objections?

No, of course not.

Don't wait dinner for me, I have a great deal to do.

- Clement. - Yes?

Well, there was... there was something I wanted to say to you.

Well?

It doesn't matter now. Some other time.

Oh, I thought you were never coming.

Well, aren't you pleased to see me?

Mmm-hmm.

Excuse me, but I am just so tired.

Oh?

- And what did you get up to last night? - Nothing.

- Sure? - Of course, yes.

No nice little bit of homework to keep you from getting bored?

Please, you don't say that.

- I don't like. - Alright.

- No need to get angry. - Then you don't say that.

Alright.

Well, aren't you going to kiss me?

Well, is that the best you can do?

I tell you, I'm just so tired.

Please, you go now, eh?

Well.

Aww, poor lamb.

Is he feeling whacked, then?

You get some sleep and I'll see you in the morning, eh?

Mmm-hmm.

You shouldn't have come here. Someone will see you.

Nobody will see.

I take great care.

I hear you play so I come to speak with you.

But there's nothing to be said.

There is much to say.

First I ask, why do you avoid me?

For two months I'm not speaking with you one word.

But don't you see? It's better that way.

For me it's not better.

I am loving you all the time.

And you, you are loving me.

No, Mario.

You say that again, please.

But only this time when you say you look at me.

So I know you mean it.

I don't love you.

Oh, it is not true.

I can see by your eyes it's not true.

It is true.

No.

You say that because you are a good woman.

And you wish to do your duty to your husband.

But you would rather be with me.

Oh, Mario. Mario!

You must listen to me, please.

You must go away, right away.

I go?

If you'll only go away we can both forget what happened that night.

- Oh, please, Mario, for my sake. - No.

I do not forget.

I never leave you. Never!

Oh, no. No!

Hadn't you better sit down, my lady?

Yes.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

I don't believe we've met before.

I'm Sir Clement Hathaway.

And I'm Doctor Anderson's locum, Doctor Stevenson.

Oh? Anybody ill? I didn't know.

Your wife had a bit of a faint this afternoon, nothing serious.

I'm relieved to hear that.

I wonder why I wasn't told?

I gather the maid was there and telephoned for me.

Very sensible.

Wish she'd thought to let me know, too.

- I'm actually interested in my wife's health. - Naturally.

Care for a glass of sherry before you go?

That's very kind of you but I have some more calls to make.

Oh. Well, I'll see you out.

It's not like Leonie to faint.

Was there any particular reason?

I expect she'd like to tell you that herself.

You mean there is a reason?

Now you alarm me again.

There's nothing to be alarmed about, quite the contrary.

In fact I think congratulations are in order.

Well, goodbye, Sir Clement.

And as I say, congratulations.

Yes.

May I come in?

- Of course. - Ought you to be up?

- Have they told you I fainted? - Yes, they told me. How are you feeling now?

Oh, perfectly well.

- It must have been the heat. - Is that what the doctor said?

- More or less. - Rather less than more, I fancy.

Haven't you something to tell me?

I tried to tell you before but you wouldn't listen.

Well, now I don't know how to begin.

If it's any help to you, I think I can understand

most of what you have to tell me already.

What do you understand?

I gather you're going to have a child.

Is that true?

I'm so desperately, desperately sorry

that it should have happened like this.

Our marriage hasn't been a great success.

Who's fault was that?

Oh, it wasn't anybody's fault. It was just circumstance.

What happened to you changed you.

You think I don't know that?

But I sometimes wonder

if you realise just how much you've changed.

Oh, I made up my mind that it shouldn't alter things between us.

That whatever happened I'd stay faithful to you.

Going to somebody else is the last thing I ever dreamed of.

But apparently the last thing has happened.

- Yes. - Who is it?

It isn't anybody.

It's in the past tense.

I'm not in love with the man, it was...

Oh, it was just a sort of madness.

Who was it then?

Mario.

The night the car broke down so conveniently.

Well, it wasn't planned, if that's what you mean.

I was just tired and alone and unhappy and--

I think I've heard enough, thank you.

Clement.

If you want to divorce me I should quite understand.

Betty said you wanted to see me.

I'd like to ask you something.

You said if I wanted to divorce you

you'd quite understand.

Yes.

Do you want a divorce?

That's up to you.

No, I mean, do you want to go to him?

No.

I'm not in love with him. I never was.

- Does he know about the child? - No.

Then I have a proposition to make.

Let me send him away, promise never to see him again,

and stay with me as my wife.

And the child?

We'd bring it up as our own, naturally.

There's no reason why anyone should know it isn't my child.

Well, what do you say?

I think you're being very generous.

Isn't entirely generosity.

It hasn't been pleasant knowing I'd never have a son.

A child of my own.

I'm not sentimental about families but we've been here for 12 generations.

I don't much relish the idea of being the last of my line.

Well, that needn't quite be if you're prepared to let me have your child.

Well, what do you say?

You're sure you can go through with it?

Yes.

Then that's settled.

There's only one thing more I want to say.

I haven't apparently made it clear before,

but I do happen to love you very much.

Good evening, sir.

She looks good, yes?

I've some bad news for you, Mario,

after this week we shan't be needing your services anymore.

I don't understand. You are not satisfised with my work?

We're closing the house and going away for a while

so there won't be anything for you to do. Is that clear?

- Yes, sir. - You'd better leave on Friday.

Here's four weeks wages, giving you of notice.

- Why you fire me? - It's useless to argue.

- This is not right. The car is always clean. - There's no doubt about that.

- Listen, I must speak with my lady. - I've told you...

- I say I must speak with my lady. - That's quite impossible.

- He fired you, didn't he? - Mm-hmm.

- When are you going? - On Friday.

Take me with you.

You mean, you are fired, too?

No, but...

I could give in my notice.

That would be crazy. You have no other job.

But there are plenty of jobs for couples.

You leave it to me, I'll fix it.

I don't want to be a couple.

Well, why not? It could be fun.

I'd look after you.

Listen, I don't want to be looked after!

You mean, you're in love with her.

That's it, isn't it?

Well, why don't you admit it?

You made love to her that night, didn't you?

You are crazy.

Then why is she having a baby?

What did you say?

Mario, you're hurting me.

Is it true?

Yes.

How do you know?

Why do you suppose she fainted this afternoon?

That could be a hundred things.

Doctor didn't seem to think so.

He could only think of one.

You are sure?

Yes.

Where you going?

What're you going to do?

Mario, he'll come back. Suppose he sees you?

Were you looking for me?

- No. - I imagined not.

If your business is with my wife I'd prefer you conducted it through me.

I must see her. There are reasons.

I don't doubt it. There are also reasons why I forbid it.

If I don't see her, I will not go.

I think you will.

Mario.

What are you doing here?

I must speak with you. Please.

Well?

I cannot speak with him here.

I have no secrets from my husband.

I must speak with you alone.

Please.

Very well.

If you don't mind.

As you wish.

Well, you'd better come in here.

Well, now.

What do you want to say?

Only that I am loving you.

Well, you said that this afternoon.

I told you then that it was hopeless.

I asked you to go away.

- I cannot go now. - Why not?

You know why.

Because you are to have a baby. Is my baby.

It's not true.

The doctor say it's true.

No.

You swear it?

I swear it.

So, and you will not come with me?

No, Mario.

There is one thing I don't understand.

One night you are loving me,

and you are saying to me all those things.

And now it is as if it had never been.

Why is that?

I ask to myself why.

It is because of him?

In a way, yes.

You are afraid of him?

No, of course not.

If he were not there

you would love me?

But he is here.

If you were free it would be different?

You would love me then?

I don't know.

I only know that I'm not free.

Oh, change your mind, please.

I can't, Mario.

I can't.

Then I will go.

Because you wish it.

But always I shall remember.

If he were not there you would be free to love me.

If he were not there.

What's the matter?

The tyre, signor, she's flat.

Are you sure?

Oh, yes, look.

Oh, alright, never mind.

- Get the other one. - Ci, signor.

Please, where is my lady?

Upstairs I think. Why?

Sir Clement, he wish to know.

Here she is. The other I will mend so she's ready for the morning.

Good.

Please, will you forgive me the way I acted yesterday?

I am very sorry.

Alright, forget it.

Oh, signor. I almost forget.

Betty say my lady is at the summerhouse.

She ask if you will go to her.

Very well. Take that, will you?

Mario, have you seen Sir Clement?

Yes, my lady, he has gone to the summerhouse.

- You wish I should fetch him? - Oh, no, I'll go.

It will not take a minute.

I'd rather go myself.

My lady.

You stay here, please, I go.

"As I watched him run down to the water

and start to drag Clement out,

something Mario had said the night before

kept going round and round in my mind

like a gramophone record that had got stuck in a single groove.

'If he were not there you would be free to love me.

If he were not there you would be free to love me. '

Even before he told me, I knew Clement was dead.

I knew, too, as certainly as if he had told me,

that the man before me was not only the father of my child

but also the murderer of my husband

and that whether I liked it or not -

our lives were inextricably linked together,

our destinies were one common destiny."

Well, up until the first 6,000...

- Your car is here, Mrs Wynter. - Oh, good.

Er, would you ask the driver for my manuscript?

It's on the backseat of the car, "The Passionate Stranger".

- Yes, Mrs Wynter. - Thank you very much.

You will ring me the moment you've read it, won't you?

Of course.

You sure you won't stay and dine with us?

Oh, it's sweet of you, but I wouldn't get home till the small hours if I did.

We could easily put you up for the night.

I can't wait for you to read it. You won't do that if you're entertaining me.

Alright, whatever you say.

- This is it? - Thank you.

I wait here, yes?

Yes, if you like. She won't be a minute.

- Right. - Thank you.

What is it?

I don't know. The engine, she will not go.

Oh, dear.

I think I can get help back over there.

- Alright. - The signora will come with me?

Oh, no, I don't think so, I'll wait here. But don't be long if you can help.

- I don't like to leave you here alone. - Why not?

I think you are not safe here.

Oh, I shall be alright. Be back as soon as you can.

- You in trouble? - Afraid so.

Well, like me to come and have a look?

Would you?

Delighted.

Let's have a look see.

Ah. Excuse me, will you? Thank you.

Ah. Someone sold you some duff petrol by the look of it.

You'll have to have it towed in I'm afraid.

Well, I wonder if you wouldn't mind dropping my man in the next town?

I've a better idea.

Look, you hop in and I'll drive you down to the local hostelry.

You can have a glass of sherry in comfort,

then we'll send a breakdown van to fetch our friend here, right?

Well, if you're sure it's not too much trouble.

It's no trouble at all. Delighted. Will you hop in?

Stand by, won't be long.

- Here comes the bearer of bad tidings. - Is the car alright, Carlo?

I regret not.

There is something bad in the petrol.

- The car, she will not be ready till tomorrow. - Oh, no!

Oh, bad show. Look, is there anything I can do?

Well, do you suppose I can hire another car?

- Where do you want to go? - Just beyond Westly.

Shouldn't think they'll be anyone to take you that far tonight.

I'll ring the garage in Weavelford if you like?

See, look here, why don't I drive madam home?

And you could leave your man here to collect your car in the morning.

Oh, I couldn't let you do that.

Oh, but it's no trouble at all.

I think madam's right.

120 miles this time of night in that open rattletrap of yours.

Why, she'd be black and blue all over.

Much better to stay the night and go on in the morning in comfort.

Well, I think so, too, but thank you all the same.

- Very kind of you to offer. - Whatever you say.

- Same again please, Doris. - Can you give us rooms?

I've only got one, I'm afraid.

But I expect I can get one of the cottages to give your man a shakedown.

Oh, would you? That would be kind.

I must go and telephone home and tell them.

Erm, just through there. Ladies on the right and telephone on the left.

Thank you. Oh, Carlo, get my bag from the car, would you?

Ci, signora.

Spoilsport.

- Finished your supper? - Yes, thank you.

Want me to make your bed up now?

No, later will do. I'm not sleepy yet.

I, er... I think I go for a walk.

Oh, that's alright, so long as you're not out late.

We lock the door up at ten, you know.

Oh, excuse me, please. You have a fair here?

A fair? Oh, yes.

Yes, we have a fair but not in September.

- You have dancing? - Mm-hmm.

- Tonight? - Mm.

- It is in the field perhaps? - Where?

In the field. How do you say? The meadow.

- Dancing? - Ci.

Who'd want to dance in a field? No.

It's at the British Legion hall.

And that is where, please?

Straight down the high street and round the corner.

Thank you so much.

...through the north of France, you see?

Then I pressed my horn and we're going around the corner and the thing sticks.

Everybody's leaning out of their cars...

Hello, Carlo. Are you comfortable?

Why, my comfort is nothing.

So long as the signora is happy.

That's very gallant of you.

There is something else I can do for the signora?

Oh, no, thank you, Carlo. I shall go to bed soon.

You don't wish to go for a walk, perhaps?

I don't think so. I'm rather tired.

Oh, there is a dance in the village.

Is there now? Are you going?

That is for the signora to say.

Oh, no. You must do whatever you want. You're off duty now.

And... and you, signora?

I shall go to bed.

- Goodnight, Carlo. - Goodnight, signora.

- I have sugared it. - Uh-huh.

Well, I must say, you don't seem very pleased to have me back.

Anyone would think you'd been to the North Pole.

Well, it ought to seem like that to you.

Wives like to be missed, you know.

Course I missed you, when you weren't there.

Good. I'm relieved to hear it.

- Oh, there's something I ought to tell you. - A-ha?

The landlord of the pub said he found Carlo wandering about the garden

in the small hours when everyone was in bed. Suppose he is alright?

Haven't missed any of the family silver, have we?

Well, I just thought you ought to know.

Chasing one of the maids, I expect. You know what these Italians are.

Come in.

You didn't come down to supper.

- I was not hungry. - But you must eat something.

I brought you this.

Grazie, Emily.

You are very sweet.

Oh, it's nothing.

You will eat it now, won't you?

Later when I finish this.

- Oh, you're writing home? - I have no home.

Only here.

No, I... I tell you a big secret.

I write to a woman.

Awoman?

Yes, she is the one I love.

But I cannot say how I feel when I'm looking at her in the face.

The words will not come.

It's crazy, yes?

No.

I understand exactly how you feel.

- You do? - Uh-huh.

All the things I wish to say,

the warm, loving, passionate things.

When I sit here alone I can say them, it's easy.

But when I see her, is gone.

So I write this letter.

I'm sure it's going to be the most wonderful letter.

Well, I'll leave you now to get finished.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight, Emily.

You are very kind.

Carlo.

What are you doing here?

- Please, I must speak with you. - What is it?

I don't know how to begin.

Well, perhaps you might begin

by telling me what you think you were doing at your window last night?

Oh, that is it, that is what I wish to say.

What?

That I love you.

Well, now. Carlo, you're being very foolish.

No, I mean, I love you.

From the first day I came here I've loved you.

Well, I think you'd better stop before you say something that you might regret.

I'm a married woman. Married to your employer.

You see, you are so good.

That's why I love you.

You wish to be faithful to your husband.

That is not right.

Why should you be a nun?

Why should you be shut out from life?

You are a woman.

Beautiful, passionate...

Now, Carlo, that's quite enough.

You are flesh and blood.

You should have love.

- You should have children. - But I have children.

You? It's impossible.

Oh, my husband hasn't always been like this.

He caught polio a year ago, but he's getting better fast.

And he has given you children?

Yes, we have two. Two boys. They're away at boarding school.

Oh, that is not true.

You say that because you don't wish me to love you.

Well, they'll be home for the holidays soon and you can see for yourself.

Oh, now, Carlo, you really must go back to your work.

No.

Even if you have 100 children I will still love you.

See...

I-I kneel to you.

Oh, no, Carlo, you're being very stupid. Get up, please.

Oh, get up, Carlo!

There's someone coming.

You're wanted on the telephone, madam.

Oh, who is it?

Mr Lamport. He said it was urgent.

Or I wouldn't have disturbed you.

Would you be very kind and ask if I could call back in ten minutes?

Whatever you wish, madam.

And then this afternoon, when I was working in the summerhouse,

he came in and started to tell me...

- Oh, it's all so silly. - Started to tell you what?

Well, that he was in love with me.

No? Ha! Good for him.

- Well, I don't see why it's so funny. - Don't you?

- You will when the shock's worn off. - But that's not all.

In the middle of it, in walked Mrs Poldy and caught him at it.

You should have seen her face.

Now don't tell me he's in love with her, too.

Oh, do be serious, Roger.

It's really beyond a joke. I think you ought to do something.

Well, what do you want me to do?

You ought to get rid of him.

Oh, come, that's going a bit far, isn't it?

But, don't you understand, he thinks he's Mario.

- Thinks he's who? - Mario.

Who's Mario that he thinks he is?

Well, the man in my book.

Oh, Roger, you haven't read it.

I'm...

just getting round to it now.

Well, you're a lot of help, I must say.

I'll read it tonight, I promise.

I'm beginning to wish I'd never written the beastly thing.

Well, now, this is Carlo.

My son's Peter and Michael.

- How do you do? - How do you do?

Thank you.

There we are.

May I go sit in the front, Mummy? - Yes, if you like.

Good-oh!

- Signorina, Emily. - Yes?

You come here, please.

You keep big secret for me?

Oh, yes, of course.

I want you to take this.

- Oh, is it your letter? - Ci. I want you should take it.

Oh. But I won't read it now, I'll wait till I'm in my room.

Oh, no, you don't read it.

This is for the signora.

For... for Mrs Wynter?

Ci.

She's the one you're in love with?

Is a big secret.

And... and you, you will give her the letter for me?

How could you?

How could you?

Why, Emily, what on earth's the matter?

Oh, there now.

- Come along and sit down. - Sorry, madam.

Now I'll get you a drink of water.

There, just relax.

There we are. That's better.

Please, madam, I...

I'd like to give in my notice.

Oh, but why, Emily? Aren't you happy here?

Oh, it's nothing to do with me or Mr Wynter, is it?

No.

Has Mrs Poldy been upsetting you?

Well then, what is it?

Wait, it's not Carlo?

Oh, you won't say anything to him about it?

It's not his fault.

Alright, I won't if you don't want me to.

He doesn't even know.

You mustn't be angry with him.

He's foreign, you see.

He doesn't understand.

Oh, no.

248, please.

Peter.

What on earth have you been doing?

- Playing chariots. - What with?

Daddy's old wheelchair.

Well, you know you were told never to touch it, don't you?

Yes.

- Did you hurt yourself? - Not much.

Professor Wynter, please.

Well, then, you go upstairs and wash at once. I'll be there in a minute.

Hello, Roger, it's me.

Well, yes, I know, darling, but it's important.

Did you speak to Carlo?

Oh, Roger, but you promised.

Well, you'll have to do it on the way home.

Well, it's really gone too far this time.

What?

He's started writing me love letters.

Love letters!

Well, this time make sure you really do.

Bye.

Come in.

What do you want?

- Please, I must speak with you. - Yes?

The signor, he said I must go.

Well?

- You are not wishing I should go. - Yes. Yes, I am.

But why?

Well, surely you must realise you can't stay on here now?

Not after that letter.

You tell your husband?

Of course.

- You do not show him my letter? - Yes.

So, now I understand.

The signor... he wish I should go.

But you, you are not wishing I should go.

Yes.

It's not true.

You say it because of him.

But in your heart you love me.

No, Carlo, you're mixing me up with the woman in the book again.

I'm quite different.

If the signor is not there you would love me then?

No, Carlo, that's the book, too.

Change your mind, please.

No.

Then I will go.

Because you wish me to go.

But I do not give up. Never.

In my country when a man loves it is forever.

Someday, somehow, we shall be together again.

Because no one comes between us.

No one.

You don't forget that, ever.

No, Carlo!

Is Mr Wynter up?

Yes, he was up and out nearly an hour ago.

- In the car? - No, in his chair.

- Is Carlo gone then? - No, he's still here.

Oh, madam. Emily was asking for you.

- She wanted to say goodbye before she goes. - Alright, I'll be down presently.

Which way did Mr Wynter go?

By the lake I think.

Carlo!

What have you done?

What have you done to him?

He's in there.

Oh.

Ah, here's your mother. Now you'll hear all about it.

I'm... I'm sorry, Mummy, I'm afraid I went too fast down the slope.

- Has he hurt himself? - No, only just got a ducking.

Might have been drowned if Carlo hadn't had been there.

He pulled him out.

I was telling him, a boy of his age ought to be able to swim.

- I can nearly. - Nearly's not enough.

- Are you very angry, Mummy. - Yes, very.

And where's Daddy, wasn't he with you?

No, he had to do something in his workshop.

There we are, now come along. Better get you back to the house. Run.

Carlo.

You're not going without saying goodbye.

I think it's better.

Poldy told me how you saved Peter.

It was nothing.

It was a great deal to me. He might have been drowned.

I don't know how to thank you.

He is a nice boy. Both nice boys.

Make good sons.

Break hearts of all the girls.

Just like you, huh?

Ci, just like me.

I break them all, too.

All except one.

The only one I want.

I... I go now otherwise I miss the bus.

Alright.

Goodbye, Carlo.

- Goodbye. - And thank you.

Roger!

Careful.

It's alright. I've been working up to this for weeks now.

But why didn't you tell me?

Why all the secrecy?

It was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday. Pity.

- I'll have to buy you something now. - Oh. Oh, darling.