Why? Why, Mr. Stevens, why do you always have to hide what you feel?
Mister Stevens! Am I to take it that after all the years I have been in this house you have nothing else to say to me?
People always cheer when they turn the lights on in the evening. Every time.
They do say, that for a great many people the evening’s the best part of the day. The part they most look forward to.
You don’t like having pretty girls on the staff, I’ve noticed.
Might it be that our Mr Stevens fears distraction? Can it be that our Mr Stevens is flesh and blood after all and doesn’t trust himself?
…then why is that guilty smile still on your face?
It *is* a guilty smile. You can hardly bear to look at her. That’s why you didn’t want to take her on, she’s too pretty.
I am a coward. I’m frightened of leaving and that’s the truth. All I see out in the world is loneliness and it frightens me. That’s all my high principals are worth, Mr. Stevens. I’m ashamed of myself.
I so often think of the good old days when I was the housekeeper at Darlington Hall. It was certainly hard work and I’ve certainly known butlers easier to please than our Mr. Stevens; but, I remember those years as among the happiest of my life.
I don’t know what my future is. Ever since Katherine, my daughter, got married last year, my life has been empty. The years stretch before me and if only I knew how to fill them. But, I would like to be useful again.
There are times when I think what a terrible mistake I’ve made with my life.
What’s in that book? Come on, let me see. Or, are you protecting me? Is that what you’re doing? Would I be shocked? Would it ruin my character. Let me see it.
