A Good Woman

This way, madam.
These are pretty.
- Your hand looks about right.
- I beg your pardon?

My little sister. She was
adamant about every detail but...

neglected to tell me the size.
Would you mind?

Oh, no, of course not.
It's always a little snug
the first time.

Maybe you should take
off your ring.

It's my wedding ring,
I never take it off.

The other hand, then.
No need to button it. You can see
it fits perfectly.

Lord Darlington,
you depraved man.

What have you been up to?
Ignore him, Meg, dear.
He's a great sinner.

But an excellent bridge partner.
Or I would never tolerate him.
- Do you know each other?
- The year I spent in the London office.

I told you about John.
But you've met.

- No. It's nice to meet you.
- It's a pleasure, Mrs Windemere.

Your wife was helping me select
gloves for my mother.

- Your sister, you said.
- Either one.

We should have dinner.
Where are you staying?

The Grand, but we're trying
to find a villa.

So late in the season.
I warned you.

I know one that's available.
Isn't it an election year in
the wild west?

Who says I'm running?
- It's perfect. It's beaultiful.
- Did I mention the ghost?