Asylum Page #4

It's something

that rather crept up on me.

It would be arrogant to suggest

that you might love me.

But I believe you need me at present...

and perhaps, in time, this need

might grow into love of some variety.

Are you a passionate man, Peter?

I think that's something

we'd have to discover.

What would she want

with an old queen like you?

We have dialogue.

I'm disappointed.

I thought you wanted me.

You resent it, don't you?

That she might find happiness

with someone else?

I wondered if you might like this.

Oh, Peter.

Thank you. It's beautiful.

It was my mother's.

Shall we?

Here.

The ladies were discussing

the hospital ball.

Would you like to attend?

I'm not sure.

Well, it might be difficult for you.

Memories and so on.

- You'll be there?

- Well, of course. Yes, that's true.

Will Edgar be there?

If we're to be married, Peter,

let's not have lies.

You knew he was here?

I heard talk, and I know you.

You wouldn't give up on a patient.

I thought it might be traumatic for you.

I would have told you in time.

- Forgive me.

- Of course.

And to answer your question...

he'll be at the dance.

Unless you wish otherwise.

Whatever you think is best.

It might be useful for his recovery

to see you've moved on, as it were.

You'll fail her.

He did.

I did.

So will you.

Perspective. We can work with that.

Cleave...

will you let me see her?

Please.

The hospital ball

might be an opportunity.

Cooperate in your treatment...

and we'll see.

You look magnificent.

You look very dashing yourself.

I remember that dress.

I'm amazed it still fits.

- Will you dance with me later?

- That would be lovely.

Stella, shall we?

By the way, I went to fetch Edgar,

and he was asleep.

I woke him and he said

that he'd changed his mind...

and didn't want to come.

Leave me alone.

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