How Green Was My Valley1941

Mr. Gruffydd:
You shouldn't be here.

Angharad:
I couldn't spend another night without knowing. What has happened? Is anything wrong?

Mr. Gruffydd:
Wrong?

Angharad:
You know what I mean. Why have you changed towards me? Why am I a stranger now? Have I done anything?

Mr. Gruffydd:
No - the blame is mine. Your mother spoke to me after Chapel. She is happy to think you will be having plenty all your days.

Angharad:
[scornfully] Iestyn Evans.

Mr. Gruffydd:
You could do no better.

Angharad:
I don't want him. I want you.

Mr. Gruffydd:
Angharad - I have spent nights too - trying to think this out. When I took up this work, I knew what it meant - it meant sacrifice and devotion and making it my whole life to the exclusion of everything else. That I was perfectly willing to do. But to share it with another - Do you think I will have you going threadbare all your life? Depending on the charity of others for your good meals? Our children growing up in cast-off clothing - and ourselves thanking God for parenthood in a house full of bits? No - I can bear with such a life for the sake of my work. But I think I would start to kill if I saw the white come to your hair twenty years before its time.

Angharad:
[softly, with tears in her eyes] Why? Why would you start to kill? Are you a man or a saint?

Mr. Gruffydd:
I am no saint, but I have a duty towards you. Let me do it.

[She comes closer to him, and with her hands on his shoulders kisses him, before leaving]