Of Human Bondage Page #3

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Would be likely to

take an interest in you?

I'm not obliged

to come out with you!

I tell you I'm going home, and

I won't be followed or spied on!

Mr. Miller is keeping

you waiting, I'm afraid.

Is he? Well, I'd rather wait for

him than have you wait for me.

Put that in your pipe

and smoke it!

Go off home and mind your

own business and let me alone!

Mildred.

Won't you change your mind?

I was looking forward

to this evening so much.

Come with me. We'll

go anywhere you like.

When I make up my mind,

I keep to it.

I can't go on like this.

If I go now, I go for good.

Oh, really?

Well, all I can say is good

riddance to bad rubbish.

Pardon me.

In the weeks that followed,

I tried to get her out of my

mind, but it was impossible.

I hated myself for loving her.

Carey, the doctor

wants you to wait.

What's the matter?

Are you ill?

You'd better wait, old man.

Carey... Doctor, what

about the other woman?

I'll examine her later.

Yes, doctor.

Carey.

Carey!

What's the matter, Carey?

I don't know.

Of course you must know.

Are you drinking?

No. No, I'm not.

Are you eating

and sleeping well?

No.

Well, I would say you might easily

experience a nervous collapse.

I've noticed it for the past

month, and so have others.

One of the primary requirements

for a man of medicine, Carey,

Is a strong,

objective viewpoint.

But you're shaky,

subjective, uncertain.

You can't go on

like that, can you?

I know. I've been

conscious of that.

Another thing to remember:

You'll never pass your conjoint

examination at this rate.

If I remember rightly,

I understood you to say that

the money at your disposal

Would only last

for the prescribed time.

Isn't that so?

Yes.

You started out so well.

I would suggest a sedative

and some sleep.

All right. Go along.

See you tomorrow.

Yes, doctor.

We're a little full up

for lunch, sir.

Would you care to share

a table with a gentleman?

Where's Mildred Rogers?

Oh, she's left.

Gone home?

That I couldn't say.

She's been left here about 6

weeks at least, I would say.

Oh.

Anything wrong?

I wonder if you would be kind

enough to give me her address.

She lived somewhere

in Hern hill.

I would be so much obliged.

I think I have it in the

desk if you'll come this way.

Hello, Carey.

Our patient's taken a turn

for the better.

I hope you don't think

we were intruding, Carey.

We were a bit anxious about you.

Whiskey and soda?

Certainly.

Carey, you present the appearance

of a man who has something to tell.

May we know the reason for this

sudden outburst of sunshine,

Or would we be presuming?

On the contrary,

I shall ask you to

share my good fortune.

But first let me ask

you to drink to my future

As a doctor from now on.

I'm going to write dr.

Tyrell a letter today.

If I ever told him

the absurd story,

He would have me committed

to an asylum immediately.

I'll drink to all you wish,

Carey, old boy.

And may you never again be as

near an asylum as you were today.

Today and yesterday.

Well, it must have been

for fully two months.

Come on, Carey, drink.

Oh, yes.

I'm sorry.

Care to tell us?

Yes.

I fell in love.

For the first time in my

frustrated, inarticulate life,

I fell desperately in love.

Dunsford, do you

remember Mildred Rogers?

The waitress.

Yes, that waitress,

that ill-Mannered witch!

You fell in love with

her? That's impossible.

I know.

If it hadn't been for my vanity,

I would never have bothered

with the wretched girl at all.

Sounds like a profound

human experience, Carey.

You should write it up from

a pathological viewpoint.

Or forget about it.

Precisely.

It was a lesson.

It was?

Yes, oh, yes.

She happens at this moment

to be bound in holy matrimony

To a bounder who, if

looks mean anything,

Is equally low-Bred.

And they both reside

in Birmingham.

Good for little Millie.

Good for little Mildred.

She was an obsession, a bondage.

I scarcely knew her.

Almost immediately,

She became a parasite in my blood.

I couldn't eat.

I didn't sleep.

It was madness.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry, old boy.

I brought them over

from the hospital.

They were addressed there.

This letter came with it.

A nice bold woman's handwriting.

Nora Nesbit.

Oh, she's charming!

I'll see her. She's a

novelist. It's such fun.

This was the beginning for me

Of a happiness

I had never thought possible.

Nora and I became great friends.

Nora?

Philip, will you put

some water in the tea?

Be sure it's boiling.

All right.

Are you sure it's boiling?

Oh, yes.

I remember last time.

Run along.

I'll do it.

You look tired.

Oh! Roses in November?

10 shillings. Shall

I put them into water?

No. I'll do it.

Come have your tea.

Oh, did you hear

about the examinations?

I failed again.

All 3?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

I'm so very sorry.

Are you crying?

Nora, don't. I was

playing a joke on you.

I've passed the conjoined examinations.

Please!

Oh, I'm such a fool.

I don't know why I

thought it would be funny.

My dear Nora,

you must forgive me.

Then you did pass?

Of course.

It wasn't a kind joke,

but I'm very pleased.

Whenever I try to be funny

or play a joke, I fail.

I suppose I was born that way.

I'm not really a funny man.

Thank you, Nora.

You were born with so much

more than so many other men.

I wonder.

And you must stop being

sensitive about your club foot.

What?

People only notice it

the first time they see you,

And then they forget

about it, as you must.

Yes.

Oh, don't be angry.

I'm not.

I only mentioned it

because I, well,

Because I'm so fond

of you, I suppose.

You can say anything

you choose to me,

I'm so grateful to you.

You know you could

make me do anything.

Well, I want you to

go away and take a vacation.

You said you could

after your examinations.

Why, are you tired of me?

Of course not, silly, but you've

worked hard, and you look tired.

You need fresh air and a rest.

You see, doctor?

Yes, Nora.

Did you know you're

dining out tonight?

Really? Where?

At the Adelphi.

Adelphi? Why?

I told you this was the

beginning of your vacation.

You're dining with a friend.

A friend?

Someone who loves you very much.

Someone who loves me?

Who can that be?

You'll see.

Did you read the last

chapters of my book?

I did. They're

so much improved.

You didn't bring my manuscript

back. I need it in the morning.

You'll get it tonight.

It's on my desk.

The next book I write is

going to be about society...

England, London...

And success.

He's a young doctor.

He's brilliant.

He finally arrives

in Hartley street.

Oh, in the beginning,

he has a rotten time,

But later, he's knighted.

Oh, really?

He must be an exceptional man for that.

He is.

I drink to you,

sir Philip Carey.

No.

That will never be for me.

It does seem a pity you had to waste

those two years painting in Paris.

Waste?!

Have you ever watched the

movements of children playing?

Have you ever watched the patterns

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