Good night, husband. Twenty years, Will. We've seen you less and less. To us, you're a guest, and a guest must have the best bed.
I always thought he'd end his life in London. It's where he lived.
Doesn't matter where he lived or dies. All that matters is who will be his heir.
So why are you come home, hmm? No more stories left to write?
-Susanna, I've lived so long in imaginary worlds, I think I've lost sight of what is real, what is true.
Your father's mind is on his legacy.
-Your mind is on his legacy.
And therefore must be yours. I'm your husband, and what concerns me concerns you.
A husband, children for companionship, comfort.
-Perhaps she sees that marriage may not bring you either.
Oh. Oh, is that it, Judith? Is that it? You've seen your mother's misery, and you thought, "I'll be a spinster rather than get shackled to some man who neglects me."