Winonoforever,
I was puzzled by the ending, too, and decided to go Henry James's novel directly. As you see from the final passages of the novel, Campion pretty much stayed faithful to what James wrote. Even with the added dialogue between Henrietta and Caspar, I think we are left to our own imaginations as to what ultimately happened.
From the last chapter of the book:
"Ah, don't say that. Don't kill me!" he cried. [Caspar Goodwood]
She clasped her hands; her eyes were streaming with tears. "As you love me, as you pity me, leave me alone!"
He glared at her a moment through the dusk, and the next instant she felt his arms about her and his lips on her own lips. His kiss was like white lightning, a flash that spread, and spread again, and stayed; and it was extraordinarily as if, while she took it, she felt each thing in his hard manhood that had least pleased her, each aggressive fact of his face, his figure, his presence, justified of its intense identity and made one with this act of possession. So had she heard of those wrecked and under water following a train of images before they sink. But when darkness returned she was free. She never looked about her; she only darted from the spot. There were lights in the windows of the house; they shone far across the lawn. In an extraordinarily short time-for the distance was considerable-he had moved through the darkness (for she saw nothing) and reached the door. Here only she paused. She looked all about her; she listened a little; then she put her hand on the latch. She had not known where to turn; but she knew now. There was a very straight path. [This is where Campion's film ends her film.]
However James, takes us a little further:
Two days afterwards Caspar Goodwood knocked at the door of the house in Wimpole Street in which Henrietta Stackpole occupied furnished lodgings. He had hardly removed his hand from the knocker when the door was opened and Miss Stackpole herself stood before him. She had on her hat and jacket; she was on the point of going out. "Oh, good-morning," he said, "I was in hopes I should find Mrs. Osmond."
Henrietta kept him waiting a moment for her reply; but there was a good deal of expression about Miss Stackpole even when she was silent. "Pray what led you to suppose she was here?"
"I went down to Gardencourt this morning, and the servant told me she had come to London. He believed she was to come to you."
Again Miss Stackpole held him-with an intention of perfect kindness-in suspense. "She came here yesterday, and spent the night. But this morning she started for Rome."
Caspar Goodwood was not looking at her; his eyes were fastened on the doorstep. "Oh, she started-?" he stammered. And without finishing his phrase or looking up he stiffly averted himself. But he couldn't otherwise move.
Henrietta had come out, closing the door behind her, and now she put out her hand and grasped his arm. "Look here, Mr. Goodwood," she said; "just you wait!"
On which he looked up at her-but only to guess, from her face, with a revulsion, that she simply meant he was young. She stood shining at him with that cheap comfort, and it added, on the spot, thirty years to his life. She walked him away with her, however, as if she had given him now the key to patience.
THE END
Hope this helps.
FilmFan50
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