The Portrait of a Lady

WOMAN:
The best part of a kiss, I think,

is when you see that head coming towards you...

and you know that you're going to get kissed.

That moment just before is so exquisite.

Second Woman:
I'd never felt the touch of another person my age.

The sensation flew through me.

Third Woman:
I love it. I love kissing.

Fourth Woman:
We were addicted to that being entwined with each other,

whether it was really positive or negative.

Fifth Woman:
I get this intense look that says "I'm so mysterious,

"and there's so much more to me than meets the eye to find out..."

Sixth Woman:
I believe in fate,

so that person will find me, or we'll find each other somehow.

SeVenth Woman:
It means finding a mirror, the clearest mirror...

and the most loyal mirror,

so when I love that person, I know that they'll shine that back to me.

[TWIG SNAPS]

There's one thing more, Miss Archer.

You know, if you don't like Lockleigh,

if you think it's too damp or anything of that sort,

you need never go within 50 miles of it.

It's not damp, by the way. I've had the house thoroughly examined,

and it's perfectly safe, but if you shouldn't fancy it,

you needn't dream of living in it.

There's no difficulty about that.

I've plenty of houses.

I thought to let you know.

Some people don't like a moat, you know.

I adore a moat.

I'm very sure you know...

I don't go off easily...

but when I'm touched, it's for life, Miss Archer.

It's for life.

[DOGS BARKING]

Look, here comes Miss Archer.

WOMAN:
No... She's going up to the house.

Second Woman:
So she is. Where is Lord Warburton?

He was with her.

Bunchie, go back. Back.

[CROWD WHISPERING]

Shall I sit with you until dinner, Daddy?

I would like that, but Isabel has asked to talk with me.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Come in, my dear.

Do sit down. Hmm?

[COUGHS]

Ahem.

[COUGHS]

Uncle, I...

I ought to let you know that...

Lord Warburton has asked me to marry him.

Well!

I told you you'd be a success over here.

Americans are highly appreciated...

and you're very beautiful, you know.

Oh, yes, of course. I'm lovely.

I...

I know it seems tasteless and ungrateful...

but I can't marry him.

You didn't find his proposal sufficiently attractive?

It was attractive.

There was a moment when I would have given my little finger to say yes,

but...

I think I have to begin by getting a general impression of life.

Do you see?

And there's a light that has to dawn.

I can't explain it, but...

I know it's there.

I'm not afraid, you know.

He's a very fine man.

He earns 100,000 a year...

about half a dozen houses to live in...

and a seat in Parliament as I have one at my own dinner table.

Well...

I hope very much I have no more offers.

They upset me completely.

Isabel, your uncle is quite right.

You certainly cannot go to London without a proper escort.

Well, my friend Henrietta will be with me.

Your friend sounds rather bohemian,

and no doubt she will want to stay at a boarding house.

Ralph has put you down at his club.

With Ralph, you can go anywhere.

Isn't anything proper here?

You're too fond of your own ways, miss.

Yes, I'm very fond of them.

Isabel, I do not expect you to always heed my advice.

But as you have neither mother nor father,

I do expect you to listen to it.

Hup, hup, hup.

Shall I love your reporter friend or hate her?

Whichever you do will matter little to Henrietta.

She doesn't care a straw what men think of her.

- Will she interview me?

- You're not important enough.

Henrietta!

- So sad.

- Morbid, isn't it?

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

When I wrote to you from Liverpool,

I said I had something in particular to tell you.

You haven't asked me what it is yet.

Is it because you suspected?

Mmm... Suspected what?

What have you to tell me?

What I have to tell you is about your American admirer.

Mr Goodwood has come over on the steamer with me.

Oh!

You say that right.

He's come after you.

Did he tell you so?

No.

He told me... nothing.

- But I spoke of you a great deal.

- I'm sorry you did that.

Oh, no. It was a pleasure to me. I like the way he listened.

He was so quiet,

so intense.

He drank it all in.

He thinks too well of me already.

He oughtn't be encouraged.

He's dying for a little encouragement.

Shh!

I can see his face now.

And his look while we talked.

I... I've never seen an ugly man look so handsome.

He's very simple-minded...

and he's not so ugly.

Does your cousin go around all day with his hands in his pockets?

What does he do for a living?

He's terribly ill. He's quite unfit for work.

Don't you believe it.

I work when I'm sick.

I should like to show him up. He'd make a beautiful specimen.

Ralph:
Daddy and I lived here when he worked at the bank.

We don't use it now.

I love this time of day, just as it gets dark.

Don't you?

- Ralph?

- Huh?

- May I light a cigarette?

- You may do what you please,

as long as you'll amuse me.

What had you in mind when you refused Warburton?

I have his leave to let you know he has told me.

Did...?

Did he ask you to talk to me?

No, not that. He...

told me because he couldn't help it.

We're old friends, and he was very heavy-hearted.

What had I in mind when I refused him?

What logic dictated so remarkable an act?

Why do you call it remarkable?

As a man, Warburton is hardly at fault.

I refused him because he was too perfect, then.

[SNIFFS]

If you've really given Warburton his final answer, I'm rather glad.

I don't mean I'm glad for you, and still less, of course, for him.

I'm glad for myself.

Are you thinking of proposing to me?

What I mean is that I shall have the thrill...

of seeing what a young lady does who won't marry Lord Warburton.

You asked about logic.

I'll tell you.

- It's that I can't escape my fate.

- Your fate?

It's not my fate to give up.

You call marrying Lord Warburton giving up?

It's getting a great deal, but it's giving up other chances.

Chances for what?

I don't mean chances to marry. I mean...

from life...

from the usual chances and dangers.

You've answered my question.

It seems to me I've told you very little.

You've told me the great thing.

The world interests you. You want to throw yourself into it.

- I never said that.

- You meant it. Don't repudiate it.

It's so fine.

[CROWD CHEERING]

Barker:
There he is, the Great Santini.

Man:
Go on. Pull!

Pull! Pull!

Cecil gont down there.

Barker:
See the fantastic santini free himself.

How did you know I was here?

Miss Stackpole let me know.

That is not kind of her.

You said you hoped never to hear from me again. I know that.

But I never accepted any such rule as my own.

I didn't say I hoped never to hear from you.

Not for five years, then. Ten, twenty, it's the same thing.

What good do you expect to get by insisting?

I disgust you very much.

Yes.

You don't at all delight me.

You don't fit in, not in any way. Not now.

Think of me or not. Only leave me alone.

Until when?

For a year... or two.

Well, which? Between one year and two,

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