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hwpAnd now my mind
is made up.
Oh, Lucy.
I never heard
of such a thing.
Oh, Lucy, Lucy.
Please dont make it
more difficult.
I know youve tried to be
generous and kind...
but it simply wont work,
my living here.
Eva, speak to her.
Are you serious, Lucy?
Yes, Eva, I am.
And poor Edwin
barely cold in his grave.
Hes been dead
almost a year now.
Still you might have
some consideration
for your husbands memory.
I dont see what Edwins
got to do with this.
Im not leaving him,
Im leaving you.
After all weve tried
to do for her.
You mustnt think
Im not grateful.
Youve both been
so very kind to me...
but Im not really
a member of the family...
except for marrying your son,
and now hes gone.
I have my own life to live...
and you have yours...
and they simply
wont mix.
Ive never had
a life of my own.
Its been Edwins life
and yours and Evas...
never my own.
Stop sniveling, Mother.
If shes determined
to make a fool of herself...
theres nothing
we can do about it.
But what will I have to
remind me of poor Edwin?
Lucy, have you
considered Anna?
Yes, Eva, I have.
Youre willing to take responsibility
for what might become of her?
Shes my daughter, Eva.
And what do you
mean by that?
Only what I said.
Youre insinuating
that I interfere with Anna.
Dont deny it, Lucy.
Dont deny it, I say!
Im not denying it, Eva.
Please, cant we discuss this
without quarreling?
Im sure I dont know
how youll manage, Lucy.
You havent any money.
I have the income
from Edwins gold shares.
Anna and I can live
quite cheaply with Martha.
Do you mean youre
taking Martha Huggins?
And why not? She was with me
before I came to live with you.
Of all the ungrateful--
Please, Eva. Im sorry,
but Ive made up my mind.
But where, Lucy,
where can you go?
The seaside, I think.
Ive always wanted
to live by the sea.
Oh, goody.
Well, thats all I have to say.
I should think
its quite enough.
Apparently theres
nothing we can do about it...
but when you realize
your mistake
and try to come
crawling back to us...
dont expect
any encouragement from me.
I wont, Eva.
Well, its done.
Oh, its a blooming
revolution, thats what.
Isnt Whitecliff
beautiful, Martha?
Oh, I am sorry.
Its quite all right.
Are you Mr. Itchen?
Mr. Itchen passed on
O years ago.
May he rest in peace.
Mr. Boles?
Likewise.
Then youre Mr. Coombe.
Junior.
Of course.
You answered my letter.
Please eat.
Thank you.
Im Mrs. Muir.
Mrs. Muir, of course.
You were desirous of renting a house.
Yes.
Well, Ive selected
several prospects
suitable to a young lady
in bereaved circumstances.
Bowles Yard. Seaside villa.
Three beds, two recept...
complete offices,
companys gas and water...
ideally sits near bus stops,
modern drains, private garden...
O.
O deposit.
Im afraid thats
a little too expensive.
Right.
Labernum Mount.
First-class residential street...
four bed, one recept,
sun parlor, offices...
companys gas and water,
beautifully planted, short walk--
This one.
Uh, Gull Cottage.
What was that, madam?
This house.
Gull Cottage.
Its exactly the sort of
place Im looking for.
Gull Cottage. Oh, no, no.
That wouldnt suit you at all.
Labernum Mount.
First-class residential street...
four bed, one recept,
sun parlor, offices...
companys gas and water--
And only . Thats very little
for a furnished house.
Its a ridiculous price.
I suppose
theres something wrong.
Is it the drains?
When Itchen, Boles, & Coombe
put up a house for rent...
you may be sure there is
nothing wrong with the drains.
Then why shouldnt it suit me?
My dear young lady, you must
allow me to be the judge of that.
Now where were we?
Oh, yes. Labernum Mount.
Beautifully planted,
short walk from--
But if Im going to
live in the house...
I should be the judge.
Youll only waste your time.
But its my time.
I believe theres another
house agency in Whitecliff.
Perhaps they have
Gull Cottage listed, too.
Very well, madam,
if you insist.
[Blows Out Candle]
I shall drive you to Gull Cottage
in my motorcar.
Thats very good of you,
Mr. Coombe.
Uh, Mrs. Muir.
Its only a short drive
to Labernum Mount.
But I want to see the inside.
The inside?
Of course.
What on earths the matter?
Very well.
If you insist.
Terribly dusty.
The house has been empty
for nearly four years.
Oh.
Office is back there.
Living on the right.
Dining off the living.
Oh.
Of course.
Its a painting.
I thought for a moment...
Who is it?
The, uh, former owner,
a Captain Gregg.
A sea captain.
That explains the scheme
of decoration, doesnt it?
Which is in frightful taste.
Oh, I dont agree with you.
Its really a lovely room...
and most of the furniture
will do as it is.
Mrs. Muir, I must beg of you
not to be so precipitous.
I assure you this house
will not suit you at all.
Oh, but it does.
It suits me perfectly.
What a hideous tree.
What kind of a tree is it?
I believe it is called
a monkey puzzle tree.
Why?
Because it defies the efforts
of monkeys to climb it, presumably.
Why, it ruins the view.
Ill have it chopped down.
Did you say something,
Mr. Coombe?
No, I did not.
Well, I think I
