- Miss Howell.
- Good evening, Mr. Graham.

I understood you were employed
to take care of my wife.

- Yes.
- Why don't you?

This is my day off, Mr. Graham.
- I see. Well, go and look after her.
- Yes, sir.

You'll find her rather upset, I'm afraid.
Who is that? Is that you, Dean?
- I told you...
- It's Louise, I'll be with you in a minute.

I don't want you to do anything for me.
I won't have you touch me.

Not after what's been going on
between you and my husband.

Nothing's been going on, Mrs. Graham,
you know that.

Don't try to fool me.
I can tell you're up to something
just by looking at you.

Where have you been all day?
Who were you with?

No one you'd be interested in.
Why don't you try and get some rest?

How can I rest? Lying here all alone,
no one to look after me...

nobody to care.
Even my own husband hates me.

That's not true, you know
he's very upset when you're unhappy.

He should be upset,
it's his fault I'm like this. All his fault.

- Is that you, Miss Howell?
- Yes, Mr. Graham.

- Have you a moment?
- Certainly.

I wanted to apologize for being so abrupt
when you came in this evening.

I'd just gone through
a rather unpleasant half-hour.

I understood that, Mr. Graham.
I imagine you were subjected
to much the same sort of thing, just now.

- I hope it wasn't too difficult for you.
- I'm used to difficult patients.

You have a magnificent detachment,
Miss Howell.

I wish I might achieve it.