The Ghost and Mrs. Muir Page #9

Little girls are

very impressionable.

I don't remember

your telling me.

Oh, tell me now.

I'd love to hear about them.

Well, I can't remember them

very well...

just bits and pieces...

a phrase here and there,

a look...

and I think I dreamed most of my book

Blood and Swash.

I must have.

I never could have

thought of it.

All these years,

I--I've tried to remember...

but I can't.

Do you know

what I think?

I think you

fell in love with him, too.

I did nothing

of the sort.

Oh, I wouldn't blame you

if you had.

When did you

stop seeing him?

After about a year,

I dreamed we quarreled...

and it was about a man.

Uncle Neddy.

Anna, did you know

that Miles and I--

I used to pray

you wouldn't marry him.

And you were so right.

I saw him about five years ago

at a dinner party.

He was bald and fat.

He drank too much, and then he cried.

It seems his wife finally had enough

and took the children away.

You never can tell, can you?

Once I thought I wanted

to spend the rest

of my life with him.

Oh, perhaps he did exist,

the captain.

Perhaps he did come back

and talk to us.

Wouldn't it be wonderful

if he had?

Then you'd have something--

you know what I mean--

to look back on

with happiness.

No, darling.

He never existed.

We made him up,

you and I.

I just wasn't intended to have

that kind of happiness...

and I haven't missed it,

really I haven't.

Oh, I've been lonely

at times...

but there have been

compensations--you...

now Bill...

and dear Martha.

We sit and chatter

like a pair of parrots.

And this house...

and the sea

and the gulls...

and memories...

I have those, you know.

Even if it was a dream.

Now, come along...

and we'll join your young man

for some tea.

You, come in here.

Catch your death.

What were you

doing out there?

I don't know.

You know what

the doctor said.

Oh, bother the doctor.

He's an old woman.

Yeah, and you ain't

a young one anymore.

Here's a letter from Anna.

What she say?

Little Lucy's engaged

to the captain

of a transatlantic plane.

Anna's very happy

about it.

Says it must

run in the family.

Airplanes, not in my family,

they don't.

I suppose she means captains.

Here, drink your hot milk.

Not now, Martha.

I'm too tired...

and I have a funny pain

in my arm.

No wonder,

standing out there in the fog.

Come on, drink it up.

Stop bossing me, Martha.

I don't want

any hot milk.

Now, now.

Don't get in a state.

I'm not in a state.

I--I just want to be left alone.

Bossing me.

Very well. The bossing

I never intended.

I only brought the milk

for your own good.

Bossing me.

I'm tired.

And now you'll never

be tired again.

Come, Lucia.

Come, my dear.

Martha...

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