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Spider-Man Walking

I've been hearing something about you, Mr. Carter.

I'm very weak. I should like to hear it, too.

About you and Dalsy Mildmay.

Oh, that's ancient history.

You admit it is history, though.

History is what women have agreed to repeat, Lady McLum.

Oh, if you're going to take it like that, I thought we were friends.

There is no greater mark of true friendship than a complete absence of interest in one's friend, Bluey.

An absence of interest?

You noticed, for example, that I don't ask where, aren't you?

It is enough for me that he isn't here.

You always were easily pleased.

So would you and me when we are together?

We are. We are.

Friends.

We are. I was about to say happy.

When I'm away, what am I to you? Nothing.

I do have an awful lot to do on my charities.

And what are you to me? A pleasing memory.

Thank you, Mr. Carter. Now, about Dalsy Mildmay.

I wish you'd be a little more recent.

You were in love with her, you know.

Well, I trust that I'm always ready to learn.

It's really no use, Mr. Carter. Mrs. Hillary told me about it.

Oh, I never can conceal anything. It don't do from Mrs. Hillary.

You've been in it proposed to Dalsy on the river one day.

She had great difficulty in stopping you.

Propastulous.

Does there ever any difficulty in stopping you?

Then what you saw and I can't think.

You should have asked me at the time.

Anyway, you were quite depressed for a month afterwards, Mrs. Hillary said so.

Occasionally, Mrs. Hillary does me justice.

I should have been depressed only.

Only what?

Thankfulness, you pervened.

Then you did, Nanny.

Oh, well, I was a little tempted.

I suppose?

You oughtn't a yield to temptation.

Well, somebody must, or the thing becomes absurd.

I should have to keep my eye on you, Mr. Carter.

Oh, I like having pretty things about me.

That's rather obvious.

So, I dare say, I enjoyed myself with Dalsy Mildmay.

Your story hasn't come too much, Lady McLuhan.

When you were a child, Mr. Carter, did you use to tell the truth?

You may have noticed that I'm a man of method.

You do call regularly.

I was the same in infancy.

I had an invariable rule.

I lied first.

And then?

Well, they made a row.

Then I told the truth and was rewarded.

If I told the truth the first time, you see, I'd have got nothing.

The thing would have degenerated into a matter of course.

I always tell the truth, except to the Dodger.

It doesn't do to be quicksortic.

Telling the truth to people who misunderstand it is really promoting falsehood, isn't it?

That's rather a good idea.

And if you...

Adapped.

Then they get it right, don't they?

You're quite sensible sometimes, Mr. Carter.

Oh, often, when I'm not with you.

And I suppose you adapted in telling me about Dalsy?

You know, I was sort of idea that I confused her with somebody else.

That's not very complimentary.

Oh, I don't know.

I remember the scene so well.

It was in a backwater under a tree.

There was a low bow over the water and she...

Whoever it was, she hung her hat on the bow.

It was about eight o'clock, a very pleasant evening.

I happened to recollect the clock.

And she wore blue.

And I was blue until...

Did you say that you refused me?

Mrs. Hillary says she didn't let it come to that.

Mrs. Hillary is right, as usual.

We got home about ten.

And then her mother made rather a rouse because we told her the truth.

Did you do that for?

Oh, some other people had seen us from a punt.

So we said that time had flown, not the most sensible thing to say to an outraged mother.

And that's a good idea.

And that's the whole truth about dalsy waltz.

What was a hat like?

Just such a hat, is you wearing your socks?

I never wear hats like dalsy mild may.

I told you there'd been a mistake somewhere.

Yes, I expect there is.

Perhaps I'll...

Adopted when telling Mrs. Hillary.

But I don't see any particular good in telling Mrs. Hillary so.

That's just it. She might misunderstand.

And it is such very ancient history.

I am the most famous woman in the world.

I am the most famous woman in the world.

I am the most famous woman in the world.

I do know it's forever I have spent in Mankaimia, Lady Mignon.

I do hope not.

Hope is not yet taxed.

If I help, I'm very sorry for the story.

It was very nice of her to come here today and present the prizes.

There must be some going in half.

Oh, don't be too hasty.

I have always wanted to think well of.

Ah, no, I never did.

And Lord, making a few words he spoke well of.

Few?

Well, most of suitable.

Don't you think well of me, Joe?

No, yes.

Thank you for coming.

My dear Mrs. Hillary, I've done a great deal more than just come.

I have supported you on the path.

I have sat silently and modestly a little distance behind you.

For all the world, is it by Mr. Hillary?

My grave.

Well, Hillary couldn't come.

You mean he wouldn't?

Hillary has always been prevented.

We'll always be on such occasions.

Mr. Hillary, my grave is a very sensible man.

Why should I imitate?

You've often told me so.

I expect you had a reason for coming here today.

I've discovered one during the prize-giving.

Oh, what?

The girl, free from the end on the second row, was decidedly pretty.

I must have a word with a bishop.

Oh, he makes.

Mr. Musgrave, we're so glad to see you here at last.

Oh, yes, I have been rather remiss in previous years.

What an angel, Mrs. Musgrave is.

Oh, I should hardly call her.

Oh, come on.

You mustn't appreciate her.

You have only really.

I envy you her constant society.

I'm afraid I see very little.

I beg your pardon.

I only go to the house once a week.

Oh, it's not my fault.

She won't have me that often.

Oh, Mr. Musgrave, have I touched on the pain?

Oh, no, at all.

That's very natural.

I'm neither as young nor as handsome as I was.

I'm not complaining.

I'm so sorry.

I simply had no idea.

Oh, I'm mentioning here here.

You can have no idea of what she's like.

She has chosen to forbid me to come to her house.

Her house?

It happens to be more hers than mine.

To forbid me the house more than once.

No doubt she had her reason.

Nothing could justify it.

Oh, do not let us blame her.

It's just an unfortunate accident.

I must admit that she is no longer as fond of me as I could wish.

She is a great deal fonder than I could wish of another man.

Oh, Mrs. Wiggins, I'm afraid I mustn't leave now.

Are you guys supposed to drive in there with a michlum?

Unless you want me.

No, I don't want you.

I mean, you won't be alone this evening.

No, there will be unusual people.

May I come to the house one day this week?

I never see this week coming.

Oh, that's fairly unkind.

I'm sus.

And mind you, let me know when you are coming.

I won't surprise you.

Please don't.

Goodbye, Mrs. Wiggins.

Goodbye.

You see, Mrs. Wiggins?

Oh, Mr. Wiggins.

Hello!

Where's Archie?

He's run away.

He's got to meet somebody.

I knew you'd see me home.

Mrs. Hillary didn't want you, of course.

Of course not.

Besides, you'd rather come with me, wouldn't you?

Mrs. Hillary's so down on him, you know.

I'd much rather come with you.

We'll have a cozy drive all to ourselves without husbands or wives or anything horrid.

It's nice to get rid of one's husband.

Sometimes, Mrs. Wiggins, I have the misfortune to be a widow in the middle of the house.

Ah, yes, but you can look back on a happy marriage.

It's like I did my best to make it, sir.

Yes, you're quite right.

Even the face of unkindness, we should strive.

My husband's not unkind.

I wasn't talking of your husband.

What your poor wife would do when you had a wife who cared for me.

I should be a better man.

But you'd probably be very dull.

And you wouldn't be allowed to drive with me.

Perhaps it's all for the best.

Yes, perhaps.

Well, goodbye, Mrs. Wiggins.

Don't tell her, Mrs. Hillary, that she wasn't with us, or we should all get into trouble.

Yes, we shall.

Goodbye, Lady McLuhan.

You seem, Mrs. Wiggins?

Mr. Musgrave.

Are you quite sure it's not your own fault?

I'm not at all, sure, Mrs. Wiggins, but don't be distressed, Bites.

It's of no consequence, I don't let it make me unhappy.

Goodbye.

So many thanks.

Charming girls, you happy?

Especially at the end of the second row.

I mean, charlie or not, sir.

Goodbye.

Mr. Carter, why did you come here?

Shall I tell you the truth?

Yes, but will you?

I came to find out what it was feel like to be a husband.

Oh, and was it fun?

Oh, yes.

Not for most of the time, but quite in the hundred minutes.

It's been charged rather badly.

The wall of gold is now quite odd.

It's been a bit of a dead story.

Many fajan is a very pretty girl.

No, no, no.

She would make an excellent wife.

She would make an excellent wife for a trainer.

That's deliberately a kind.

What she wants is writing her children.

I want to say it right now.

Here, Miss Fermi, surely you have some dreams to go with your writing and hunting.

Oh, how can you?

And she said, well, you can't go writing without dreams.

Can you?

No.

Mr. Carter, she is coming to us at the time.

And you will be there too.

I can't find the time.

I can do it.

Well, go and talk to her.

No.

You're not right.

Go ahead.

We'll be there.

Yes, it's a walk.

I'll get in.

On the condition that whatever happened, I will still be invited.

Hello, Miss Faton. How are you?

Oh, hello.

Oh, do forgive me. Are you sad?

Not really.

Tell me what do you think of loving a cottage?

Lord, forgive us.

Sinder, dashes, dust.

You're right.

What a girl wants is a good house and loads of cash.

Man, what a man wants.

It's only in stories that people in love when they marry.

And then it's generally with somebody else.

Oh, have you got that?

Will you ever in love?

Yes.

It's often.

Not too often.

And I always take great care, you know.

What on?

That it should be quite out of the question.

It isn't too difficult.

All I have to do is to avoid persons of moderate means.

But aren't you a person of moderate means?

Exactly.

That's why.

So I choose either a pauper when it's impossible,

or an heiress when it's a preposterous.

Is he?

But don't you ever want to get married?

Let's talk about something else.

Oh, I believe you're upbagging me.

I am offering you a veiled apology.

You told Ollie Michelum that I'd make an excellent wife for a trainer.

Or anybody else.

That's what you told her, a trainer.

Is it possible I should repeat myself?

I'm shocked.

What did you mean by it?

I never said it.

Oh.

All right.

I never said it.

Then Dolly invented it.

Of course.

On your honor.

Oh, come.

Miss Fett.

Would, um, would other people think so?

Nobody would.

Only some dreadful person who was trying to respond.

Did you ever meet him?

He comes here sometimes.

No.

He's a poet, you know.

Oh, he lives in town, you know.

Yes.

They mostly do.

And write about the country.

Well, why shouldn't they?

My dear Miss Fett and my old mean has left them.

He's awfully clever, you know.

I'm sure he is.

But he wouldn't always talk.

Sometimes he just sat and said nothing.

Or even read a book.

Well, you, what?

You talked about the hunt or the run or something else of course?

Yes.

Or the bag, you know.

Then I suppose you didn't care very much about him.

I liked him pretty well.

My dear Miss Fett and...

My dear Nellie, since Lady Mickleam reminds me we've known each other a long time.

That is a curious perverseness in life.

When one is not in the least suited to the other person.

When for one reason or another one would make the other person a mystery.

And then be miserable one cell.

Because what the other person wants in life is...

Hello.

Hi Miss Fett.

Are you Mr. Gay?

So driving in the row only yesterday.

Did you?

You're inseparables.

What were your names? I'm afraid I forgot.

For Radian Rhino.

Ah.

Yes, I do hope in the next world your faithful steeds are allowed to be a company.

Oh, what will you do?

You think I care for nothing but horses?

Oh no.

Dogs or so?

Yes.

I'm afraid one day it was...

Perrets, wasn't it?

Have you written any poetry lately?

How come she anxious of you doing choir?

Oh yes, half a hundred days.

Have you killed anything lately?

No, not lately.

What?

It's not the season.

Really?

No.

Well, it's a nice to have seen him as Fett and I really must go and talk to...

...somebody else.

Bye.

Goodbye.

Do you have some of it?

Not a bad one.

Yes, that's him.

Of course you do.

I was a thing.

Yes, I heard you say it.

It's preposterous.

But as I was saying, life is so love.

It's a burning shame, Dolly.

I wouldn't do it if I were him.

Oh yes, you were.

Dear, the pot's look at Trotius on that side.

I meant if I were Archie.

How could you be Archie?

You are not a matter.

If I were.

If you were a man and it was Sunday and you knew perfectly well the gardeners have Sunday off.

I'd leave it till Monday.

No, no, you wouldn't.

How could you?

When your wife could not think of living with the pots where they weren't until Monday.

It would kill her.

He wouldn't kill me.

If you were a man.

If I were a wife.

How can you say that, Nelly?

You're not a wife.

If I were.

Then you might not have a husband like Archie.

There, but for the grace of woman goes Samuel Travers, can't I?

What do you mean?

Emma Ombelbuss, for this subject.

I don't know what that means either.

Ah, Emma everybody, Sappet has been in love Ombelbuss once or is at least my favorite Latin tag.

Oh, and you mean she wouldn't have you?

Not quite that.

They, erm...

They regretfully recognized my impossibility.

Hence, I am not carrying pots across abroad terrace under a hot sand.

Why did they think you were impossible?

For a variety of reasons.

For one I was too clever.

For another too stupid.

Rather too good or too bad.

To serious?

To poor?

Well no one objected to your money I suppose.

To poor?

I was about to say, to poor or not rich enough.

It's the same thing.

Well the antithesis is certainly imperfect.

Mr Gay, you know who I mean, the poet.

One said that man was essentially imperfect until he was married.

He is right.

And woman until she's there.

I don't think he meant it quite in that sense.

I don't think he meant it in any sense.

I'm done.

And half run one side and half run the other.

Goodness, what you doing that for?

Good luck, Carter, oh boy.

I wouldn't bother a chap his lunch time any moment now.

I don't think he's up to it anyhow.

You don't have to do it, Carter.

You don't have to do it, Carter.

Really, sir.

You might as well be really one too.

There's lunch.

All right, Carter, you've done your bit.

Come on then.

It's the first bit of exercise.

You've got your appetite now, man.

Hey.

Are you finding out what it must feel like to be a husband?

Yes.

Again.

Do you think you'd like it, Mr Carter?

Wait till I finish.

You won't ever finish, you know, Mr Carter.

No.

I think they looked better on that side after all.

Oh, of course you do.

You needn't tell me that.

You did want to find out.

My second attempt at finding out.

Perhaps you'd care to move them back.

I think I've done enough.

And how did you like it being married?

It was in its way, a pleasant enough, you know.

Why do you say in its way?

Because in spite of the momentary pleasure that I'd arrived

for feeling myself a married man, I could not vanish the idea

that we would not permanently suit one another.

The woman and myself.

Oh, you thought that.

I must confess it.

The fault I know would be mine.

Of course.

I cannot exist in too high altitude.

The rarefaction of the moral atmosphere.

Oh, please don't use such long words.

Well, shall I put it more plainly?

Please.

Well, then, to put it plainly, I felt all the time that Mrs Hillary

would be too good for me.

Mrs Hillary, what is Mrs Hillary?

I thought you understood the object of my experiment.

Oh, I thought you were thinking about nearly fate.

Oh, I see a natural enough mistake, to be sure.

She thought so, too.

Oh, did she?

And I'm sure she'd be quite annoyed if she knew you were thinking

about Mrs Hillary.

We might as well go into lunch.

By all means?

Shall we then?

Whatever you say, let him make a living.

Go and sit down again, Mr Carter.

I want my lunch.

Do as I tell you.

Well?

Woman, woman, woman.

Mr Carrie, some more?

Mrs Hillary is an exceedingly attractive woman.

Then I must.

Where are you going?

More puffs.

I must go on, you see?

Shall we and Lady Mecula?

I tell you tell the truth.

Woman, woman, woman, let's go into lunch.

I'm going to go on carrying puffs.

It's awfully hot, Mr Carter.

And look at my poor hands.

Lunch, puffs.

On you, too.

Everything's getting cold.

How obstinate you are.

You know perfectly well.

I'm going into lunch.

Hasn't it keeps on forming?

It's most unfair.

I don't care if it is.

I'm going to go on carrying puffs.

I'm going to go on carrying puffs.

I'm going to go on carrying puffs.

All right.

It wasn't nearly faking, of course.

And, of course, it wasn't...

And it wasn't Mrs Hillary.

Oh, Mr Carter watched up for those wretched pucks.

And he's broke with two of them, isn't he?

You're an old ass, Carter.

I believe you're a right, aren't you?

Father, may I miss a chance?

I attended the reception last night.

I went to sleep.

I was in the room.

I was in the room.

I was in the room.

I was in the room.

I was in the room.

I was in the room.

I was in the room.

I was in the room.

I attended the reception last night.

I went to three.

I might not have gone.

I might easily and not have gone.

I can't see what difference it would make if you hadn't.

I thought three times about going.

It's a curious word.

What happened?

I fell in love.

Men of your age have no business to be thinking about such things.

I was not thinking of it.

I was thinking about going home.

And then I met her.

And you stayed a little, I suppose.

I stayed two minutes or two hours.

I forget which.

Oh.

There was something irresistible about me last night.

You seem very pleased with yourself.

Do take care of your complexion.

She has a lovely complexion.

Yes, I was very pleased with myself.

She was delighted with me.

I suppose you talked nonsense to her.

I haven't the least idea what I've talked to her.

It was quite a material.

The language of the eyes.

Oh, you might be a boy.

I was.

She liked me very much.

You absurd old man.

Was she very charming?

Oh, she was perfect.

Oh, clever.

Oh.

Pretty.

Mr. Carter.

Oh, of course.

That goes without saying the prettiest creature ever saw.

It's gotten better without saying, considering.

Considering?

You're quite serious about it, then, huh?

I should think I am.

Not to be serious in such a matter is to waste it, aren't they?

I'll come to the wedding.

I doubt it.

Why?

There won't be a wedding.

Oh, why not?

There are reasons.

Oh.

You're very unlucky, Mr. Carter.

That's as maybe, Lady Mickelham.

A worthy reason at the reception.

They were.

It made no difference.

It's very curious.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It's very curious how you always managed to admire people whom somebody else was married.

You like Mrs. Hillary?

Like Mrs. Hillary.

It would be very curious if somebody else had not married the people whom I had married.

Yes, I suppose.

It's very natural of me.

I long for the death of the husband.

Do you?

Last night, my fancy rioted in accidental death for?

He won't die.

Well, I hate that sort of superstition.

He's just as likely to die as any other man.

He certainly won't die.

We'll do let it alone.

I know he won't.

I hope the poor man won't die.

Oh, if he had died last night.

But now, let him live till the crack of doom.

Do you expect to be forgiven?

Oh, no.

I couldn't be forgiven.

I had too good an excuse.

Was I there at the reception?

But you went to three.

One of them might have been that one?

Yes, might have been.

Was I?

I'm extremely glad you weren't, Lady Macquilam.

I forgot all my troubles.

No, the woman I...

Why should I?

Why should I burden you?

I shall go.

Then think of...

Are you doing anything this evening?

I'd like to pen you some of what I've asked to do.

I just wondered.

Since last night, I'm not fully responsible for my actions.

Art, she's going to a meeting.

He's very keen on being an undersecretary, you know.

I may not understand, but I'm willing to admire.

And I thought you might take me to the Faitons party.

Nelly?

Nelly?

Yes, I am invited.

It's quite a long drive.

Yes.

A horribly long drive, Mr. Carter.

I don't think it would be quite proper.

Why, Art, she suggested it.

You're making an excuse.

You know you are as if you cared about what was proper.

I don't care a pin.

It was a merely excuse.

I don't want to come.

You're very rude indeed.

Many women would never speak to you again.

They would do just as you will.

Oh, what's that, Mr. Carter?

Ask me again at the first opportunity.

Why won't you come?

You failed to allow for the regiovanescence,

which recent events have been released.

I am once again young and foolish.

If I came with you this evening, I should be fully capable of...

Of paying you pronounced attention.

Oh, that would be very regrettable indeed.

It would be unjust to me and insulting to her, Mr. Carter.

It would be the finest testimonial to her.

And you'll spend the evening thinking of her.

I could get through the evening the best way I can.

What's her husband?

Her husband is nothing at all.

That's not fair.

I agree.

Do you know what I'm thinking, Mr. Carter?

Certainly I do let him equal him.

You were thinking that you would like to go to a party tonight

and meet me for the first time.

Not at all. I was thinking it might be amusing if you went to a party

and met me for the first time.

It's a grand world.

After all, one could grow old, very grand.

You're not really a good person.

You're not a good person.

I'm not a good person.

After all, one could grow old, very grand.

You're not really old.

Gradually and disgracefully.

If you met me for the first time.

By heaven it would be the last.

I am in fact going to a party tonight.

Are you?

And I shall once again spend the evening with the prettiest woman in the room.

Shall you?

I am indeed a fortunate fellow.

Mrs. Hillary can say what she likes.

Oh, does Mrs. Hillary know the other lady?

There is no other lady.

I shall get there about eleven.

I shall get there about eleven.