[Robert stared at her for a few moments. She looked so like...
so like Rosalind.
Not Rosalind in her element, no. But a Rosalind he'd quarrelled with. Shouting between them, him at the machine, her in the bedroom upstairs. All but screaming at one another through the hole in the ceiling to accommodate their work. And then he'd gone a step too far. He'd used the only thing left in his arsenal. He'd threatened to leave. Sworn he'd do it.
And he'd seen her go rigid and withdraw.
Only to find her an hour later, when he'd calmed down too, sitting alone, ready to cry but refusing to, her hands held so tightly together.
He knew this was Elizabeth. This wasn't Rosalind.
But her distress was as much his fault as Rosalind's had been that night. So, he repeated what had worked then.
Robert got up and knelt in front of Elizabeth's chair, covering her hands with his and looking up at her.]
action:
so like Rosalind.
Not Rosalind in her element, no. But a Rosalind he'd quarrelled with. Shouting between them, him at the machine, her in the bedroom upstairs. All but screaming at one another through the hole in the ceiling to accommodate their work. And then he'd gone a step too far. He'd used the only thing left in his arsenal. He'd threatened to leave. Sworn he'd do it.
And he'd seen her go rigid and withdraw.
Only to find her an hour later, when he'd calmed down too, sitting alone, ready to cry but refusing to, her hands held so tightly together.
He knew this was Elizabeth. This wasn't Rosalind.
But her distress was as much his fault as Rosalind's had been that night. So, he repeated what had worked then.
Robert got up and knelt in front of Elizabeth's chair, covering her hands with his and looking up at her.]
I apologise.