Of Human Bondage Page #6

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Ouch!

Did you see those young jackanapes

just now with that pompous doctor?

If I were a side of fat pork

hanging in the butcher's shop,

They couldn't have

inspected me more closely.

Did you have to come to a

general ward of a hospital?

Well, why not?

I am the recipient of charity.

My principle is to profit by every

benefit that society provides.

When I'm ill, I get myself

patched up in a hospital.

I've no false shame. No.

I send my children to the board

school to be educated free.

Do you really? Yes, and a

capital education they get, too,

Much better

than I got at college.

My dear fellow, how else could I

educate them? I've got 9, you know. 9.

Look here, you must

come and see them all

When I get back home, would you?

I should like to very much.

Good. Dr. Tyrell said I'd be out

of here before the end of the week.

Come for dinner on Sunday.

I'd like to.

One of the rules of this house

is that Sunday dinner should never alter.

It's a ritual.

Roast beef and Yorkshire pudding

for 50 Sundays in the year.

On Easter Sunday,

lamb and green peas.

And at michaelmas, roast goose

and applesauce.

Thus we preserve

the traditions of our people.

Take your thumb out of the jug.

My first child...

Maria del sol.

I christened her

and dedicated her

To the glorious sun of castile.

She sounds lustrous.

She is lustrous.

Come here, lustrous.

Now, shake hands

with Mr. Carey.

Hello, Maria del sol.

Her mother calls her Sally. And Thorpe,

her brother, calls her pudding face.

Isn't she enormous?

How old are you, Sally?

17, father, come next June.

I hope you didn't lay the

table here on my account.

I should be quite happy

to eat with the children.

Oh, I...

Sally!

Oh, excuse me, father.

Sit down.

Ahh!

No beer. Ha ha ha!

Ahh!

I always have meals

for myself. Yeah.

I like antique ways. Women oughtn't

to sit down at table with men. No.

Ah! Roast beef. Where's

the Yorkshire pudding?

Coming, father.

Women ruin conversations. It's bad

for them. Puts ideas in their heads.

Women are never at ease

when they have ideas.

Where is the Yorkshire pudding?

Coming, father.

Ohh... ohh...

What a cook. I was

married to a lady once.

Never marry a lady,

my boy. No.

Ah! Careful, father. It's hot.

Well, as it should be.

Ooh! Ah!

Did you ever see such a

handsome, strapping girl as Sally?

She's never had a day's

illness in her life, hmm? No.

What a mother she'll make.

If you don't stop

talking, father,

Your dinner will get cold.

Ah, yes. Oh, well,

uh, do you mind grace?

Who?

Grace.

Oh, no.

On the contrary.

For what we are about

to receive,

May the lord make us

truly thankful. Amen.

Well, yeah.

We must thank the lord

For simple pleasures:

Roast beef...

No beef.

No beef? Oh. Ha ha ha!

No beef.

No Yorkshire pudding.

No beer, eh? No beef.

Soon I got

into the habit of going

To the Athlnlys' every Sunday.

8:
00? I've been here

8 hours.

How the time flies.

Well, I must go.

There's no hurry.

Where are the children?

They're in bed. Sally and her

mother have gone to church.

I like women to go to church.

I like women to be religious.

I think they ought

to be, don't you? Yes.

Yes, but Sally never pays

any attention to me. No.

She just goes about her business

Indifferent to wars,

revolutions, and cataclysms.

What a wife she'll

make to an honest man.

Oh, you are silly, mother.

No, I'm not.

Well, here they are.

Oh, it's cold out!

It's warm in here.

Is that you, mother?

Is that child not in bed yet?

Sally! How red your nose is,

and we've got company.

But it's frozen, father.

Well, thaw it out, dear.

Going, Philip?

Yes. I must.

Did you pray for me, darling?

Of course we did. I can't

get Athlnly to go to church.

He's no better than an atheist.

Uncle Philip!

Now, come on back to bed.

Are you going, uncle

Philip? Yes. I must.

Well, say good night, then.

Good night, uncle Philip.

Good night, Jeanie.

Good night.

Good night, Thorpe.

Now, that's enough.

Go on to bed.

Coming next Sunday?

Yes, I will.

You know, Sally never

kisses gentlemen

Till she's seen them

at least a dozen times.

Then you must keep on asking me.

You mustn't take any

notice of what father says.

You certainly are a favorite

With our children, Philip.

They took to you right away.

And they took to

the plum cake you brought.

Mr. Carey's uncle Philip to

them now, isn't he, father?

Is he uncle Philip to you,

my girl? Is he?

I don't know, father.

If it wasn't for my toe,

I'd walk to the bus with you.

No. I thought I'd walk down

oxford street to Mont blanche.

You'll come again next

Sunday, won't you, Philip?

It's a real charity

to talk to you.

Of course he will. Sally will

walk with him to the corner

If he needs any more persuading.

You know, she's the most

self-Possessed young woman.

I shudder to think what'll

happen when she puts her hair up.

Well, good night.

Good night, Carey.

Dunsford. This is

a surprise. Come in.

Hello, Carey. I had no

idea you lived so far away.

This is very cheap.

You seemed very depressed

And preoccupied this morning.

I had a feeling you might be

ill or in trouble of some kind.

Are you really short of funds?

Because if you are,

I can help a little.

You're really very kind.

Well, something's wrong.

I saw Mildred Rogers

again last night.

That waitress?

She's not a waitress anymore.

I saw her on Piccadilly

circus, wearing a large hat

With a mass of flowers on it.

Her cheeks were thick

with rouge.

Her eyebrows were blackened.

She looked thin and ill.

Yes.

Did you have to speak to her?

At first, I couldn't believe it.

I followed her,

and then I understood.

It was horrible.

I felt the only reason could

be an urgent need for money...

But when she saw me

and I spoke to her,

She denied it.

She told me to go away.

I couldn't.

Then she wept,

There in the street with

her hat and feathers,

The rouge, weeping.

She seemed so utterly

lost and helpless.

I took her to a room she knew of

Back of the British museum.

Wasn't that foolish?

No. She lives out at highbury.

She has a baby with her.

She's been coming to the

west end every evening.

Couldn't she have gone back

to work again as a waitress?

She said she'd tried

but she'd been ill.

Now you can't get her

off your mind.

I was halfway home

when I turned back

To tell her to come

here with her baby.

To come here?

Yes.

But you're hard up.

I pay a women 3

and sixpence a week

To clean the place and do

a little cooking for me,

And I've got a spare room here.

I told Mildred she could come

and take the woman's place.

Her food wouldn't

come to much more

Than the money I would save.

I bought a chair,

a chest of drawers,

And this piece

of rug this morning.

Is she here now?

No, but she's coming

this afternoon.

I think I'll go.

Carey, you mustn't let anything

interfere with this next course.

Old Tyrell says

it's the turning point,

And I'd hate to see you fall

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