Peter Ibbetson Page #4

You better get

your little house

and your papers back

under their shed again.

There's quite

a storm gathering.

I dreamed about a storm

last night.

It was rather like that.

The sun was shining

quite brightly here

and over there

it was so black.

We were out driving

in a coach and four.

I never saw anything so black,

you were very frightened.

But you were smiling.

Yes I was,

I was terribly frightened.

And when the storm broke

and the horses

started running...

I was just as frightened

as you were,

only I pretended I wasn't.

Yes, I know you were.

Do you remember

my saying to you?

Yes,

when they got to the river

the horses would stop.

And after we came

to the river?

I can't think.

Hmm.

W- what are we talking about?

How could we both know

what happened there?

Where?

Oh, you mean in the dream?

Yes, the dream.

But, how... how is it

we could both be there

and how could we both

know about it?

Well, I don't know, but...

Well, I assure you it can't be

very important, Mr. Ibbetson.

It must be

just a coincidence.

Now, wait a minute.

We can't laugh it away

that easily.

But it's nothing.

Nothing.

We were probably talking

about horses last evening

and, well, I remember

discussing the storm

that was brewing.

And indeed, here it is.

Yes, but why should it

happen to us?

Mr. Ibbetson,

we're not mystics.

I suggest that we both

forget about it.

Well, we are reflective

tonight.

No trouble with the stables,

I hope, Mr. Ibbetson?

Oh, no.

And you are pleased?

Oh, very much so.

And how much longer,

Mr. Ibbetson,

before the stables

will be completed?

Oh, uh, two or three days.

That soon?

About.

A quick job I should say.

And how long have you

been here, Mr. Ibbetson?

Uh, two months tomorrow.

Just.

And how long have you been

in love with my wife,

Mr. Ibbetson?

No, thank you.

Our string beans.

Early this season, Jenkins.

Or are these beans

from our garden?

Yes, Your Grace.

And how does the garden grow

this season, Jenkins?

Average?

Uh, better than average,

Your Grace.

In fact, I've never

seen it better.

That will be all, Jenkins.

Explain yourself.

I am not a fool,

my dear,

and don't try

to take me for one.

I mean, you're in love.

But that is obvious

and not to the point.

The point is,

Mr. Ibbetson,

are you to be

congratulated again?

Meaning?

Meaning

just where do we stand?

Has it gone beyond a kiss yet?

Why don't you answer him?

What for?

Yes, what for?

Have we ever so much

as touched fingers?

No.

Have we ever given

such a thing a thought?

I've given nothing else

a thought.

Have you?

Hmm. A lovers' quarrel.

Are you afraid of him?

Watch your tongue, sir.

I'll watch nothing.

I'll tell you

everything instead.

I'll tell you

what you've done.

Do you know

what you've done for me?

You've made life bearable.

You've rid me

of a pain in my heart

I've carried all my life.

She was a little girl

and I-I've carried her

in my heart and brain.

A little girl

in a little garden.

We were torn apart.

All women have faded

before her face

until I saw yours

and now I'm rid of her.

I look at you

and don't see her.

I see you.

Crick.

Crack.

Never mind, Katherine.

Please don't bother tonight.

Anything else I can do,

Your Grace?

Nothing, thank you.

Good night, Your Grace.

Good night.

I think everything's

been packed, sir.

If you care to, uh...

Take... take them down

to the carriage.

I hope I haven't, uh...

Take them down

to the carriage.

I just want to know

how things are.

What things?

Does the young man

still leave in the morning?

He does.

And you will regret it,

of course.

That has nothing whatever

to do with it.

My dear, I may not be

your great lover,

but I have the pride of one.

And?

I must be very sure

that the Duchess of Towers

is the Duchess of Towers.

I am not a barmaid.

I grant you.

So it will be unnecessary

to forbid you

to even see him again.

I do not intend

to see him again.

Very good.

And now we'll forget

all about it, won't we?

All about it.

Come here.

Tonight. Now.

We're leaving here.

You couldn't go, could you?

Not without you.

Peter, we can't.

Listen, Mary.

I loved you years ago,

and I lost you.

And I've never known

a moment's peace

from that day until now.

I went back to that garden

not long ago,

and you were still there,

in that funny little

white dress

and I knew then

that I had never loved

anyone else and never could.

And then I met you here.

I didn't know it was you,

but I fell in love

with you again

and I'm not going to

lose you again. Not ever.

I don't want any more of life,

Mary, without you.

Where were you, Peter,

all these years?

You didn't try to find me.

We'll make up for it.

We said

we'd find each other.

The train leaves

in a little while.

We'll see him first

and tell him,

and then we'll wait

in the station.

We can't.

You mean

you don't care enough.

Oh, Peter.

What else could it be?

You got married. I didn't.

You forgot our garden.

Yes, that's it.

I forgot, didn't I?

Do you know

how much I forgot?

Oh, yes, I forgot the garden

and the little white dress.

That's why I kept it,

I suppose.

And then I got married,

didn't I?

And that couldn't have been

because life was so empty

that nothing mattered.

Mimsey.

They... they tore it all

to pieces,

pulling me

down out of the tree.

Get dressed.

I'm afraid.

Why?

I don't know.

But he's been kind.

We'd have to hurt him.

We can't help that.

That isn't reason enough

for losing each other.

Do you remember this afternoon

at the stables?

We found we even shared

each other's dreams.

What was that, Peter?

I don't know.

But I do know that

we knew what had happened.

And I know this.

No two people

could be so close

if they weren't meant

to love each other.

It isn't right of us

to think of anything else.

You know that, Mary.

Yes.

Of course I know that.

Mimsey, it's you.

Very, very pretty.

I should have waited

for your permissin,

Mr. Ibbetson.

Before coming into

my wife's bedroom.

I'm sorry.

The instant you thought

I had gone...

That's a lie.

Peter.

My wife protects her lover.

A woman as I've never

seen her before.

A woman in love, at last.

Yes, we do love each other.

We've loved each other

all our lives.

And there isn't anything

any of us can do about it.

He is not my lover.

We would have gone away,

but there couldn't be

anything behind your back.

I've heard enough.

But you're right, my dear,

you will not make love

behind my back.

I'll give you

your one chance.

There never lived

a Duke of Towers

who would give you any other.

Get into your lover's arms.

Still trying to starve

yourself to death, are you?

His Lordship

don't like the cuisine.

Quiet. Quiet, you.

I'll tell you

what the Governor says.

He says you got

a sentence to serve

and you're going to serve it.

Tomorrow, we'll shove it

down your throat.

With the Duchess's regards.

I said, quiet!

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