1:23:07
- I shall never forgive myself.
- You always say that,
1:23:10
but you always do forgive yourself.
1:23:20
Why does Italy make lady novelists
reach such summits of absurdity?
1:23:26
Lucy, it's still light enough for another set.
1:23:29
- Mr. Emerson has had to go.
- What a nuisance.
1:23:33
I say, Cecil, do play, there's a good chap.
Just this once. It's Floyd's last day.
1:23:40
Freddy, as you remarked this morning,
some chaps are good for nothing but books.
1:23:46
I plead guilty to being such a chap.
1:24:02
Because I wouldn't play tennis?
1:24:08
I never do play tennis. I never could.
1:24:11
Forget tennis. It was just the last straw.
1:24:15
I'm sorry, I can't marry you.
One day you'll be glad I said so.
1:24:20
- We're too different.
- But I...
1:24:24
I love you.
1:24:28
And... I did think you loved me.
1:24:32
I did not.
1:24:36
I thought I did at first. I'm sorry.
1:24:42
As for your loving me, you don't, not really.
1:24:48
You don't. It's only as something else.
1:24:51
As something you own. A painting, a Leonardo.
1:24:56
I don't want to be a Leonardo,
I want to be myself.