Washington Square Page #7

Austin to abuse him.

How much can a young man of

his talents be expected to take?

No, Catherine.

We must study resignation.

Resignation... to what?

- To a change of our plans.

- My plans have not changed.

Oh. He hasn't told you?

Told me what?

Well, what has happened

between you then?

You have spoken to Mr. Townsend

about our situation?

Yes!

I have conferred with him.

Is it you, then, who has changed

him and made him so unnatural?

He doesn't belong to you.

You have nothing to do

with what is between us.

How could you be so wicked...

So cruel?

No, father was right. You do...

you spoil everything you touch.

I was afraid of you all the

time we were abroad.

I had no rest when thought you

were always... talking to him.

You are a most ungrateful girl.

Do you think you're the

only one who has lost?

I thought of the young

man as my own...

My own son.

- I'm sure we never talked

of anything but you. - Yes.

You talked about me

and talked about me until

you made him sick of the

very mention of my name.

If you truly loved him...

you would want more for him.

- It's time? - Catherine is

downstairs in the parlor.

No, he said I could.

Get out of the way!

Ames! You should not

have come.

I'm past the point of propriety.

I apologize, Miss Sloper. I have

given up everything for you.

I can't be the cause of your

losing all that is dear.

But actually, I... I have nothing.

I will write to you.

That is best.

I do not wish you to write me.

Be the man you profess to be.

Let me hear you say you are

only interested in my fortune.

Say it...

so I will never spend

a sleepless night...

thinking it was something

I did or did not do.

- At least give me that small comfort.

- Your father will comfort you.

Heaven deliver me from

my father's comfort.

He will reinstate your rights when

he sees that we're not to marry.

Say it.

Don't push so.

Say it!

Say what?

That-that I wanted you

with your money?

Is-is that so immoral?

Would you... would you want

me without my attributes?

You have money,

I have... I have this.

It was a fair exchange.

Catherine.

Morris!

Morris!

Morris.

All that is mine, you can have.

I'm industrious.

I can cook and I can sew.

I'll live so simply.

You know... 10,000 a year...

that's a fortune.

Oh, yeah, but not when one

was expecting 30,

and spent two years of one's

youth in pursuance of it.

I know, but...

I know, I know!

I know what I am.

I know what I lack.

But I'll be a loving,

good and understanding wife.

You'll never suffer a moment's

trouble from me.

My father... I'll go to my-my father,

and I'll beg him.

Oh! You cannot leave

me to that house.

What do you want me to do?

Just-just tell me what you want

me to do. For God's sake!

What do you think I am?

I'm not good enough for you!

Not nearly good enough.

What do you want me to do?

I want you to love me.

Well, marry me, then.

Why?

Morris!

Morris!

Uuh!

Do you want these?

Yes. Thank you, Greta.

It's Ginger.

Are you preparing for a married life

in which servants have no role?

The cook is frightened

of anything new.

If I want anything that even whispers

of the exotic, I must show her.

It occurs to me that you're not... treating

me with all the consideration I deserve.

How so?

We've been back from our trip

almost three months.

You must have set your wedding date.

I asked that you give me notice.

I have not left your house.

Perhaps not in body, but you may

as well be under the conjugal roof...

for all the benefit we

have of your society.

Well...

I will try to be more sociable.

I think you ought to.

You strike me you're a

very lucky young lady.

It would be a convenience to know

when I can expect an empty house.

For when you go,

your aunt marches.

Is it tomorrow?

Next week?

I shall not be leaving.

He's backed out?

I have broken off my engagement.

I have asked him to leave New

York for a long, long time.

How does he take his dismissal?

I don't know.

You mean you don't care.

You're very cruel,

after encouraging him...

and playing him for so long.

I am my father's daughter.

Almost.

Two more.

Yes, and... very good!

Happy birthday!

Yea'!

All right. Sit down, everyone,

on your seats...

like ladies and gentlemen,

not animals in the zoo.

Put your napkins on

your clothes, please.

Let me have my godchild.

Not me.

He is my darling.

You haven't eaten all day.

Can you believe my daughter

is eight years old?

Doesn't seem like yesterday we were

here for the purpose of my engagement?

It seems very long ago to me.

Another lifetime.

Suppose when I think about

it it does to me too.

They were good days,

though, Catherine;

full of promise, expectation.

Our whole future lay before us.

Catherine...

The comfort of being an idiot is

that people pardon you readily.

- Hmm.

- Forgive me.

Dr. Ludlow.

Welcome.

Good evening, Marian.

And light fairies

Babies, foxes

Elves so merry

Come to see me now

Then go, please go

And dance with them

So go, please go

All night again

Is not that a perfect picture?

Will be waiting there

You know,

you really should try it.

What are you suggesting we try?

Motherhood. Well,

marriage first, of course.

At least, to lead in.

Alas, it is not I who

possess the cold feet.

I'm going to go and

get some port.

I leave my future in

very capable hands.

Do you want one?

He's so charming, Catherine.

It seems exceedingly

rude to refuse him.

He'd make a good husband.

Get help!

Keep back.

Give the man some air.

Catherine, Catherine!

Catherine!

He's not breathing.

Father?

Who would ever have believed that

doctors make the worst patients?

I would.

You never changed this room.

In this room,

I could allow her presence.

Do you suppose you'll

marry John Ludlow?

No.

I don't suppose I shall.

Is it, by chance, because you plan to

marry Townsend after my death?

I will not listen to talk of death.

I'm dying.

There's nothin' to talk about.

As a physician,

I understand these things.

It would give me

great satisfaction...

if you were to promise that upon my

death you will not marry Townsend.

I very seldom think

of Mr. Townsend.

All the easier to

keep your promise.

I can't promise.

You're very obstinate.

I don't think you understand.

Please explain, then.

I can't explain.

And I can't promise.

The will of record divided

Dr. Sloper's estate in six ways.

Mrs. Penniman is to receive $2,000

a year for the rest of her life.

And Mrs. Almond,

the same amount.

To his cousins,

Bethann and Robert Lawson,

he's left a one-time gift of $500.

Maureen O'Donnell is to receive...

$100 a year in addition

to her salary...

as long as she remains an employee

at 21 Washington Square.

Catherine Sloper is to receive

the balance of the estate,

valued somewhere

upwards of $300,000.

As I've said, that is

the will of record,

written some ten years ago.

However, several weeks

before his death,

the Doctor recorded the codicil.

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