Red House - A Photo Gallery

GEORGIE: There's something completely unknown on the wind.
NED: And here I thought we asked for a nice room.



MRS. BURNE-JONES: I visited the Red House at this time last year... Still half-finished. Still unchanged.



DANTE: Gentlemen - to your easels. Ladies - at your ease.



WILLIAM: Giving up your futile rhetorical assault, are you?



WILLIAM: Meanings are easily lost. Meanings blur together with the slightest touch of age and damp.



NED: No nudes?



DANTE: On Monday afternoon she was perfectly well. This was the 13th of February.



WILLIAM: What happened to him, anyway? Your father.
JANE: I married you so I wouldn't have to think of such things ever again.



GEORGIE: Anything from...From Topsy?
NED: One for you. Two for me!



GEORGIE: Of my life I may sum up in one short sentence:
I open my mouth and lies comes out.
WILLIAM: That's not true-
GEORGIE: Hah! You see! "That's not true."