:10:02
Perhaps, Dr. Sugar...
:10:04
...you expected an old widow.
:10:07
With a garnet brooch, a cane
and an ear trumpet.
:10:09
I have all that
to look forward to.
:10:12
Life is a thief. Sebastian always
said, "Life steals everything."
:10:16
I want to show you his garden.
:10:18
Are you sure you should go out,
Mrs. Venable?
:10:21
Quite sure.
They treat me like an invalid.
:10:23
You see, last spring I had a tiny
convulsion of a tiny blood vessel.
:10:28
What did your doctor call it?
:10:30
A malady of living.
:10:31
After all, I've buried a husband
and a son. I'm a widow and a...
:10:36
Funny, there's no word.
:10:38
Lose your parents, you're an orphan.
:10:40
Lose your only son and you are...
:10:45
...nothing.
:10:48
Foxhill.
:10:50
Where are they?
:10:52
I put them in the patio.
:10:54
They sent them parcel post from
Pensacola. That's why they were late.
:10:58
Another day and we'd have starved
to death. Come on, doctor.
:11:03
In your letter,
you said an urgent matter.
:11:06
I must say, you're handsomer
than your photograph in the paper...
:11:09
...without that awful paraphernalia
you doctors wear.
:11:12
Your son's favourite colour, white.
:11:15
Such extraordinary eyes.
:11:18
So like his. You must...
:11:21
I almost said, "You must meet
my son Sebastian." Force of habit.
:11:25
Is he the son who died?
:11:27
Yes, last July, in Europe.
:11:29
He must have been young to die.
:11:30
All poets...
:11:32
...whatever age they may seem
to others, die young.