Mrs Dalloway Page #2

The reverend Whitacker is also |a historian, Mother.

He can put this true religion | in a proper perspective.

I wonder what that is.

I've never wanted to convert anyone, I hope. | I just want everyone to be themselves.

I've often thought that religious fanaticism | can make a person ...

rather careless.

Mother! We just going to talk to him.

You won't forget about my party |tonight, Elizabeth!

I was going to help Mrs. Kilman | sort the clothes for the mission.

Well, I dare say Ms. Kilman could |spare you for one evening.

I'll see, Mother. We must go, | or we'll be late.

It all seems useless. Going on being in love. |Going on quarreling.

Going on making out. | But Peter, you want so much from me!

You leave me nothing to myself. | You want every little bit of me!

Well, I do! I want us| to be everything to each other.

But that's all so suffocating!

God! God! God!

Peter Walsh!

Clarissa. | Peter!

But you're in India.

No, didn't you get my last letter? | I said I'd be here in June.

No. Your last letter said|that you might be back ...

But I never suspected it.

It's extraordinary how Peter | can put me in this state, just by coming here.

He looks awfully well.

It's heavenly to see you again, Peter.

I arrived last night.

Playing with his knife. | How is everything? How are you?

Oh, so like him. | How is Richard?

Richard's with some committee. | Something to do with his constituents.

What's this? What's all this here?

I'm mending my dress. | It's for my party tonight.

Which I shan't invite you to, | my dear Peter.

Why? | Why won't you ask me?

It is extraordinary that| you shown up this morning.

I've been thinking | about Bordon all day.

I heard about your father. |I should've written to you, of course.

Although I never really got on with him. |He never liked anyone who...

who wanted to marry you.

Herbert has Bordon now. | I never go there.

And what happened to you? | Millions of things.

Should I tell you?

Should I make a clean brast of it?

I'm in love, I'm in love with a girl | in India.

And who is she? |A younger woman, of course.

Well, I'm not old, you know? | My life isn't over not by any means.

Well, you of course ...

think me as a failure, | wich I suppose I am compared to all that.

But who is she? Tell me.

A married woman. | Unfortunately.

She's the wife of a major | in the Indian Army.

She has two young children, | a boy and a girl.

And it's a bit of a mess.

I'm here to see the lawyers | about a divorce.

Just called Daisy.

Yes?

Yes

But what should you do?

The lawyers and the solicitors|they can judge...

For heaven's sake, |leave that knife alone!

I know what I'm up against.

I know what I'm up against.

All is all up! And am I behaving like a fool, | weepping, being emotional!

Probably annoyed you, |turning up at this hour ...

and told you everything, | as usual?

Are you happy, Clarissa? | Does Richard ...

Excuse me, ma'am. The gentlemen| are here from Rumplemayers.

Oh, thank you, Lucy.

Good bye, Clarissa.

My party tonight

Please come to my party, | tonight.

Come on! Let's get out of this.

I want to do another!

Come on.

Is this what you want? | Staying here and go to parties?

But I like parties! | Oh, Clarissa!

You always tie me up|with your queen standard, Breitl.

It's my turn to shuffle, | Herbert.

Hugh, do you |ever stop eating?

Did you know |Wingate's married again?

Yes, they came to call |last week.

The woman use to be his housemaid.

He had a nerve. | Bringing a housemaid to Cork.

Yes! She was absurdly overdressed. |She looked like a cockatoo.

And she never stopped talking!

She probably thought |you all knew.

Knew what?

That she had a baby| before she was married.

- I don't think I should ever be up to speak to her again! | - Don't be ridiculous, Clarissa.

If this is true we should certainly| not receive her again.

I should think not. If we start receiving | women like that, you don't know where it'll end?

Oh, you snob! You represent all that's | detestable in british middle class life.

It's men like you who's responsible | for prostitutes around Piccadilly.

Me! | Yes, men like you.

That's enough, Sally. We'll have no more | of this conversation.

I'm glad I walked out. They're all | such snobs and Hugh is a fraud.

Clarissa is so prudish | and arrogant.

Not really.

It's just what she's been brought up to. | Wish she would see things more clearly.

Clearly enough to marry you, |you mean?

I see.

This is Mr. Wickham, Peter. | My name is Dalloway.

Richard Dalloway.

But I've introduced you|to everyone as Mr. Wickham.

Still Dalloway. | My name is Dalloway.

Dalloway.

So definitly you're going|to go to politics?

Yes, I think so. | What is with your friend, Mr. ..?

"My name is Dalloway".

What's the matter?

Somebody's just walking | on my grave.

I took another friend. | She's gonna marry that man!

I went into the sea.

I have been dead.

But now I'm alive.

I must rest, I must rest.

Septimus, I'm going to ask | someone the time.

I think we have to go now.

It's nowhere to go, |nowhere to hide.

Septimus, you know we are going to see | a doctor who will help you.

No more doctors!

No more lies! | Septimus, please!

Irvin!

Thank you.

Evans?

Evans!

For God's sake, don't come!

Septimus, it isn't Evans, allright? | It isn't Evans.

There is nothing to worry about. | The man is not Evans.

Really, he isn't.

Come on.

Let's go for a walk.

Clarissa! It's such a lovely evening. | Let's go to the lake.

Yes! We can go boating.

Let's get our shoulds. | It might be cold.

Peter! We're going boating| on the lake. Aren't you coming?

I think Mr. Dalloway | likes you.

Oh, aren't we being | the perfect hostess?

Oh, don't come than if you're going |to be beastly in the wood.

"Dalloway. It's still Dalloway."

Come on.

They're all waiting.

Poor old woman.

Septimus, you won't tell | the doctor, will you?

You mustn't. | They will take you away from me.

Sir William BRADSHAW | M.D.

I've looked at Dr. Holmes's notes. | He's been seeing your husband for some six weeks?

Yes. | He is our landlady's doctor.

She send for him because | I told her I was worried about Septimus.

He threatened to kill himself? | He didn't mean it.

No. Of course not.

And Dr. Holmes prescribed ...

bromine? | Yes

He said that there was nothing really wrong. |

|But Septimus keeps talking to the dead man, Evans, |his friend who was killed in the war. |

And Septimus wasn't like this| when I met him.

It's happened in just the last few months.

He says people are talking | behind bedroom walls...

and he saw a woman's head| in the middle of a fern.

He says he's on trial | for some terrible crime ...

but, of course, he's done nothing.

And then he seems to forget |it all and seems happy again, as he used to be.

We went to Hampton Court, |on top of a bus, the other day...

and told of red and yellow flowers. He said |they looked like floating lamps.

And he was fun, as he used to be | and made me laugh. I was so happy.

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