:23:05
What do you do in London, Mr. Michell?
Are you a teacher?
:23:10
- No, not yet. I'm doing a fellowship.
- Which means what?
:23:14
On the dole.
:23:18
- My field's Victorian poetry.
- We had a poet in this house once.
:23:23
Terrible sentimental stuff about God.
Death. The dew. And fairies.
:23:27
Show this young man
Christabel's room, Maud.
:23:31
And why don't you stay tonight?
:23:35
You're under no obligation to stay.
Just Joan's way, misses our daughter.
:23:40
- It's quite a drive back.
- No, we're fine.
:23:44
Hardly ever come up here.
:23:46
With the wheelchair, of course,
we bunk down on the ground floor.
:23:56
I haven't been up here
since I was a child.
:24:02
Maud.
:24:03
- Is this the photograph at your house?
- Yes, Christabel's niece, May...
:24:08
...my great-great grandmother.
:24:10
Christabel wrote dozens of poems
about this place.
:24:18
What are they, who haunt our dreams
And weaken our desires
:24:23
And turn us from a solid face
And in the depth of wintry night
:24:28
They slumber open-eyed and bright
:24:30
Dolly keeps a secret
Safer than a friend
:24:34
Dolly's silent sympathy
Lasts without end
:24:37
No rush of action
This is our doom
:24:41
To live a long life out
In a dark room
:24:49
Maud.
:24:51
It's pretty incredible.