Mrs Dalloway Page #3

And suddenly, as we | were standing by the river, he said ...

"We will kill ourselves." | Then, he held my hand ...

and said he was falling| into the flames. And he cried and cried.

Ms. Warrensmith, your husband is | very seriously ill.

From everything you told me | and from Dr. Holmes's report ...

I believe that his suffering|from delayed shell shock.

But he's not mad, is he?

I never use that word. | I prefer to say ...

lacking the sense of proportion.

But Dr. Holmes said that there| was nothing what so ever the matter!

Your husband needs rest. |Complete rest.

But not away from me!

My dear Ms. Warrensmith sometimes |we have to separate such people...

from their loved ones, |for their own good.

Dalloway! I met Clarissa | this morning.

So, she's giving another of her |famous parties tonight?

Right as usual, Hugh.

And Lady Bruton summond you as well. | Wonder what she wants from us?

Nothing we can't accomplish | ever at a good lunch, I'm sure.

Ah, good day, Miss Brasher. | Good day, sir.

How's your brother, | in South Africa?

I got you here under false pretenses. |I actually need your help.

But we'll have lunch first.

And how is Clarissa?

Quite well recovered, thank you. | The doctor told her he must take things easy ...

But she does so want to|give her party tonight.

I trust we'll should have the pleasure | of your company tonight.

Of course, Richard. I wouldn't miss | one of your parties.

I met Clarissa in the park | this morning.

She was wearing |a yellow feathered hat.

Oh, yes! I like that hat.

We'll you come in now, please?

Good.

Do sit down.

I see that you served with great distinction |in the war, Mr. Warrensmith.

At the war?

The European war.

A little shindy of schoolboys | with gunpowder.

Did I serve with distinction? | I'd forgotten.

In the war, itself, I failed.

No, he served with the greatest distinction. | He was promoted.

I. ..

I have committed a crime. | He's done nothing wrong whatever.

What did Dr. Holmes advised |you to do?

To my wife he said|to make me porridge.

Headache, dreams, | fears are just nerves.

Health is largely a |matter of our control.

I should take up some hobby.

Dr. Holmes ...

throws himself into outside interests. | And throwing himself, he is able ...

to switch off from his patients | on to old furniture.

Dr. Holmes is interested | in antique furniture.

Yes

So, when the damn fool came again, | I refused to see him.

Impulsive brute...

Blood red nostrils...

Once you stumble, human nature | is on you. Holmes is on you.

Our only chance is to escape | without letting Holmes know.

Anywhere, | away from Dr. Holmes.

There is no excuse. |Nothing whatever is the matter.

Except sin.

For which ...

human nature has condemned me |to death.

I can not feel.

I did not care, | when Evans was killed.

That was the worst ...

but all the other crimes ...

raised their heads, | shaked their fingers ...

and they cheer and they sneer.

And the verdict of human nature | on such a beast ...

is death!

We all have our moments | of depression.

He has impulses, sometimes? | That is my own affair!

There you are mistaken, sir. We are all |responsible one for another.

I am responsible | to Dr. Holmes?

Another humbug.

We ...

have been arranging|that you should go into a home.

One of Holmes's homes?

No, one of my homes, | Mr. Warrensmith.

And there we will teach you to rest |and to regain a sense of proportion.

But I've confessed! |I confessed my crimes!

Why won't you had me off? | He's done nothing. Nothing!

He will be perfectly looked after. | I will visit once a week.

But my husband does not like | doctors. He will refuse to go.

Your husband has threatened to kill himself. |There is no alternative, it is a question of the law.

It's a very beautiful home in the country. | Nurses are admirable.

Now, if you have no further questions to ask...

I will arrange everything with Dr. Holmes.

He will send somebody around this evening ...

between five and six.

It's the law, Ms. Warrensmith, | and it is for the best.

It won't be Dr. Holmes who comes, will it?

Trust everything to me.

I do not like that man. | He's a humbug.

We are deserted.

Do you know who's in town?| Our old friend, Peter Walsh.

Back from India. | Peter Walsh back?

In trouble with some woman, |evidently.

Some woman in India.

Peter Walsh was always in trouble | of some sort.

Didn't he marry someone on the boat|going out?

I don't believe that lasted long. | I imagine that was all what...

I believe is known as "the rebound".

I suppose he'll try |to settle here now.

I'd say it will be difficult to help him. |He'll be quite a misfit.

I'm sure Clarissa will know |that he's here.

And I no doubt he'll be at her the party |tonight and all will be revealed.

Yes, if Peter Walsh is in town, | Clarissa will know.

This is better.

Come on, Peter.

We'll race you| to the top.

Well ..

my idea is this.

We all agree, do we not,| that Britain is overpopulated.

Yes, indeed.

And you agree ...

that many of these men, | back from the war ...

are finding it difficult| to find employment.

Indeed, in some cases, |their work ...

has been commandered by women. | However ...

We all know the rot| that's set in there.

Unfortunately! | Well ..

my idea is a simple one.

All the best ideas are simple, |as we know.

My project is to incourage ...

by making it financialy easy | young people of both sexes ...

to emigrate to Canada.

They will be set up with the fair chance |of doing well in Canada.

And Britain will gain financialy, |in the long run.

It's only so much that I can do, |being a woman.

But Richard, I ask you ...

to make this suggestion | in the House. And Hugh ...

I want you to help me start the ball rolling |with a letter to the Times.

I know, my dear Hugh, | that you will know, exactly ...

how to phrase it for me.

I think someone is already typing|a motion against some kind of emigration plan going.

But I suppose a letter to the Times | will do no harm.

I take it further. |Make emigration obligatory ...

if you couldn't get work |after a certain period of time.

I wouldn't go that far. | These things are never quite that simple.

There is a new chef at the Cafe Royal ...

does marvellous things |with mollusces.

You'll just have time | to catch the three o'clock post, Mildred.

I think we can say if you say it, |that was a job well done.

I should take my rest now.

Go!

I wonder if Peter Walsh has|got in touch with Clarissa?

I think I might buy | something for Evelyn. She is very low.

And jewelry never |loses its price.

I think I buy Clarissa |some flowers.

Yes, I'll pop in to see her on my way | back to the House with some flowers.

Fresh flowers!

I wanted them to be red.

I know. |They're the red ones left.

Richard!

Red roses!

I put them somewhere | very special.

How was lunch? Amusing?

Hugh was there. | He's "rely" is getting quite intolerable.

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