Brief Encounter

I had a sort of fainting spell in the refreshment room of the station. Isn't that idiotic? Darling Messeter was with me and she talked and talked until I wanted to strangle her. But still she meant to be kind.

Isn't it awful about people meaning to be kind? Yes. Would you like to go to bed? No, really Fred. I'm quite all right. But why fainting spell? I can't understand it. Don't be silly, darling.

I'd been shopping and I was tired and the refreshment room was very heartened. Suddenly I felt sick, nothing more than that. Well, if you're saying... No, really. Nothing more than that. Now get on with your old husband and leave me in peace.

I have it your own way. Fred. Put some music through you off your stride. No, dear. I'd like it. Why don't you turn on the wireless? I am. Oh, yes, you have. Fred, dear Fred.

There's so much I want to say to you. You're the only one in the world with enough wisdom and gentleness to understand. And you're the only one in the world I can never tell. Never.

Because even if I'm waited until we were all old people and told you then, you'd look back over the years and be hurt. And oh my dear, I don't want you to be hurt. I don't want you to be.

Darling, I want to find a letter word for... Oh, never mind. I think I've got it. You're my husband, Fred. We're happily married. I must never forget that. You're my husband. This is my home. My children are upstairs in bed. This is my whole world.