kelby_lake
06-22-2009, 11:33 AM
Carther: Cynth, I’ve missed you. It was hell out there, I mean…
Cynthia: Don’t think on it now. You’ll turn yourself crazy.
Carther: I think I went crazy a long time ago. Thinking of you was the only thing that kept me sane. God- isn’t that ridiculous!- a man dreaming of another man’s wife when the man’s fighting beside you.
Cynthia: I was praying that you wouldn’t get killed, instead of praying for my husband’s safety. And now I have to be a dutiful widow.
Carther: Yes, I suppose it’s only fair to your husband.
Cynthia: You haven’t forgotten your promise to me?
Carther: (sighs) Your daughter.
Cynthia: There’s all sorts of men out there: cads, lushes…at least she’d be safe with you.
Carther: She could never be happy with me; and I’d never be happy with her.
Cynthia: But you’ve never even seen her! Look (she takes down a photo of the daughter and hands it to Carther).
Carther: (examining it) She looks like you.
Cynthia: Except she’s younger and a debutante. I know we haven’t that much money but…
Carther: God, woman, do you think I don’t marry her because of her class? That’s a poor defence- my salary’s not much more than your late husband’s.
Cynthia: Then why don’t you marry her? What you and I were 6 years ago is something very different from what we are now. A lot has happened- too much is between us. Your only chance to make me happy now would be to marry Polly.
Carther: We are different. I’m not the boy lover anymore, not a cheat. The war made me realise I wanted more from us. I’m older, not young anymore…
Cynthia: Not old enough to be my husband.
Carther: For all your talk of me being a war hero, you’re happy to degrade me.
Cynthia: Don’t think on it now. You’ll turn yourself crazy.
Carther: I think I went crazy a long time ago. Thinking of you was the only thing that kept me sane. God- isn’t that ridiculous!- a man dreaming of another man’s wife when the man’s fighting beside you.
Cynthia: I was praying that you wouldn’t get killed, instead of praying for my husband’s safety. And now I have to be a dutiful widow.
Carther: Yes, I suppose it’s only fair to your husband.
Cynthia: You haven’t forgotten your promise to me?
Carther: (sighs) Your daughter.
Cynthia: There’s all sorts of men out there: cads, lushes…at least she’d be safe with you.
Carther: She could never be happy with me; and I’d never be happy with her.
Cynthia: But you’ve never even seen her! Look (she takes down a photo of the daughter and hands it to Carther).
Carther: (examining it) She looks like you.
Cynthia: Except she’s younger and a debutante. I know we haven’t that much money but…
Carther: God, woman, do you think I don’t marry her because of her class? That’s a poor defence- my salary’s not much more than your late husband’s.
Cynthia: Then why don’t you marry her? What you and I were 6 years ago is something very different from what we are now. A lot has happened- too much is between us. Your only chance to make me happy now would be to marry Polly.
Carther: We are different. I’m not the boy lover anymore, not a cheat. The war made me realise I wanted more from us. I’m older, not young anymore…
Cynthia: Not old enough to be my husband.
Carther: For all your talk of me being a war hero, you’re happy to degrade me.