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¤¤She walks in beauty ¤¤ ¤¤Like the night ¤¤ ¤¤ Of cloudless climes ¤¤ ¤¤And starry skies ¤¤ ¤¤And all that's best ¤¤ ¤¤ Of dark and bright ¤¤ ¤¤Meet in her aspect ¤¤ ¤¤And her eyes ¤¤ ¤¤ Thus mellow'd to that tender light ¤¤ ¤¤ Which heaven to gaudy day ¤¤ ¤¤Denies ¤¤ ¤¤She walks in beauty ¤¤ ¤¤Like the night ¤¤ ¤¤ Of cloudless climes ¤¤ ¤¤And starry skies ¤¤ ¤¤She walks in beauty ¤¤ ¤¤Like the night ¤¤ ¤¤ Of cloudless climes ¤¤ ¤¤And starry skies ¤¤¤¤ - Look after your carriage, mister. - Oh, please, sir! Please! Is this your daughter, madame? I will take her, half cash down and half in consuls. Surely, Mama, you cannot sell me to the highest bidder, though he is a lord. Why ever not, child? We cannot flout the rules of good society. Mind your backs. Excuse us. You can catch a lord with 30,000... Is this an inconvenient moment? I've returned for another look, Mr. Sharp, but I can always come back another time. No need, my lord. There it is. Virtue Betrayed. Look. Look as long as you want. - And the price? - Four guineas, my lord. Just as I said. They're all four guineas. Not that one! That one is 10! Virtue Betrayed is 10 guineas. - Oh, but that is too much, little miss. - Good. The model was my late wife. The child doesn't want to part with it. And if I give you 10 guineas for this picture of your mother, will you be happy then to see it go? No. But it will be too much to refuse. Hmph. Very well then. Ten guineas it shall be. Mark! I'm very much obliged, sir. - Good day to you, Mr. Sharp. - Good day, my lord. The orphanage can take her, but I thought you might find her useful. With both parents dead, there's no one to fuss. You can... do what you like with the child. Hmm. How fluent is her French? Oh, very. Her mother was Parisian. An opera girl. I see. Well, the less said about that the better. Good-bye, Miss Sedley. You are a credit to us. Take this copy of the great Dr. Johnson's dictionary as a token of our good wishes. Thank you, Miss Pinkerton. You've tidied the library? Yes, Miss Green. And the sheet music? It's all put away? Yes, it is, Miss Green. Well, what about the study hall? Have you swept it thoroughly? I have and for the last time. Don't be too sure, Miss Sharp. Life can be very unpredictable. Oh, I do hope so, Miss Green. Miss Sharp, I can't pretend to understand... why you prefer the post of a country governess to your position here. - Can you not, Miss Pinkerton? - And you feel quite ready to leave us? I'm glad to hear it. Then good day to you, Miss Sharp. Good day. Oh, Miss Pinkerton? Am I not to have myJohnson's dictionary? Very well. Here you are. Treat it as a symbol of the education we have given you. I certainly will, Miss Pinkerton. Bye.! Silly old trout. She doesn't know a word of French, though she's too proud to admit it. Vive la France.! Vive Napoleon! Becky, how can you be so wicked and vengeful? And why not? In all the years I spent there, I only ever knew kind words from you. Revenge may be wicked, but it's perfectly natural. Perhaps it is. But you're wrong to make me say so. Never mind that. Let's talk ofhow I'm to spend my precious week of freedom. My first priority is to form an opinion of Captain Osborne. I take that duty very seriously, you know. It will not tax you. George is quite perfect. - And so he should be. And your parents? - Get on there.! I must confess I'm a little nervous of them. Just be yourself and everyone will love you. I do. - Tell me more about your brother. - Jos? There's nothing to add to what you already know. He's home on leave from India. The position is a fine one. It has made him rich. But I'm afraid his life is a lonely one. If only he were married. Come on! Get up! And what children exactly... are to have the benefit of your instruction, Miss Sharp? The daughters of Sir Pitt Crawley of Queen's Crawley, ma'am. He's among the first gentlemen of Hampshire. Or so I was told when I applied for the position. Mmm. He is not so prominent that we have ever heard of him. Do you know the county at all? No. But that does not frighten me. I love to visit new places. - Really? - Oh, indeed! How I envy men who can explore for themselves all the wonders of the world. And, uh, should you like to visit India, do you think? India? I cannot think of anywhere I'd rather see. The palaces of Delhi, the Taj Mahal, the Burning Ghats... Have you made a study of India, Miss Sharp? Not so much as I would like. I'm enraptured with every scent and flavor of the East. Oh, gad, if you think so. Biju, fetch a plate. Becky, be careful.! Those curries can burn.! So, Miss Sharp, how do you find your first taste of India? Delicious. ¤ Over the mountains ¤ ¤ And over the waves ¤ ¤¤ Under the fountains ¤¤ ¤¤And under the graves ¤¤ ¤ Under floods that are deepest ¤ ¤ Which Neptune obey ¤ ¤ Over rocks that are steepest ¤ ¤¤Love will find out ¤¤ ¤¤ The way ¤¤¤¤ My word, Miss Sharp. You've the voice of an angel in heaven. Oh. Yes. You must have some lessons, my dear. Captain Dobbin! Is George not here? Yes. Where is my dear godson? Pray don't concern yourselves. George sends his regrets. - Work holds him prisoner. - But he is coming to the picnic at Vauxhall tomorrow? - Do please say that he is. - Oh, he wouldn't miss it for worlds. Come to bed, now. You must be finished with all those boring old numbers. If only I could be. I wish Jos wasn't taking her to this silly Vauxhall picnic. He'll drink too much, and who knows what he'll say if the little minx works on him. LetJos marry whom he likes. She has no fortune, but nor had you. Better her than a black Mrs. Sedley from Boggley Wollah... and her dozen mahogany grandchildren. Now, now, now. George, your Amelia awaits. Ho-hum, Dobbs. Unflagging devotion is all very well, but it does rather take out the challenge. So tell me, what is the hanger-on governess like? Amelia. Miss Sharp. Thank you. Step carefully now. And here he is. It's George. My dear Amelia. I can't tell you how much Becky has been longing to meet you. I want to be quite sure you're good enough for dear Amelia. And who's to decide? You? Oh, but, Becky only meant... Come, Miss Becky. May I show you the pavilion and all the delights I've prepared for us? You may show me anything you choose, Mr. Sedley. She was only joking. I don't care for governesses to joke at my expense. Miss Sharp! Miss Sharp! I thought I was to help unravel your silks, not to be sold into slavery. Nonsense, Mr. Sedley. Stay still, I beg you, or I shall never have them untangled. I surrender. I am your prisoner. You have only to ask and I shall release you. But... why would I ever want that? Hmm. I hopeJos isn't getting in too deep. Becky is my friend, dearest George. And I would welcome her as a sister, as I hope you would. Biju, we're ready. Hmm. Dearest Miss Sharp, I give him to you. What? Your beautiful bird? No, I couldn't! You say you love everything that comes from India. Take him. He is my ambassador. Hello. Amelia! Well? He called me "dearest" twice, and he squeezed my hand. And look. He gave me his precious bird. - Well, surely that is a good sign. - I know! I know! Feel my heart, how it beats. What are you playing at with the little governess? - Well, I told her I was... - Jos. Jos. You've forgotten how these things work. Do you think the fellas down at the club... would let their wives dine with a governess? Seriously, Jos, if I'm to marry your sister... lf? What are they talking about? Can you guess? Yes. I think I probably can. Oh, Becky, who knows? It might turn out to be a blessing in disguise. The disguise is very convincing. Good luck. Here. This is for you. Oh. It's one of my father's. I've nothing else to give. Oh, I couldn't. Take it. I want you to have it. At least I know it will be safe with you. Oh, Becky! Good stuff! Inside! Off I go then. Couldn't I pay for a seat inside? They're all taken. But don't worry. I prefer the open air. Hello, madame. Hurry along now.! Bye! Get it on there.! Queen's Crawley.! Yes? Can you tell Sir Pitt Crawley that Miss Sharp has arrived. And bring in my trunk if you please. - Miss Sharp? - Yes, Miss Rebecca Sharp. Governess to your master's children. Now, will you kindly let me pass? Certainly. As for telling Sir Pitt, there's no need. Why not? You've just told him yourself. ¤¤For these and all Thy other gifts ¤¤ ¤ May the Lord make us truly thankful ¤ ¤¤Amen ¤¤¤¤ Ah.! You haven't met Lady Crawley, my dear. She's the girls' mother. She's not the mother of my sons. Is she, Pitt? No. Pitt's mother, my first wife, she was the daughter of a lord, which makes him grander than all of us put together, doesn't it, Pitt? Whatever you say, sir. Oh, yes. Very grand. Too grand for me. But this one ain't. Her father was an ironmonger, wasn't he, my lady? He was, sir. Yeah. When shall we discuss the girls' lessons? My strengths are music, drawing and French, but I can teach them whatever you wish. You'll be kind to my girls, Miss Sharp? Oh! Don't worry. I'll treat them just as sensitively as they deserve. Hmph. Hmph. What is this? It's, uh, "Potage de mouton à I'Ecossaise. '" Oh, mutton broth. What sheep was it, Horrocks? When did you kill? One of the black-faced Scots, Sir Pitt. We killed on Thursday. Did she squeal? Didn't she just. Oh, good. Always improves the flavor, that. Oh. "To be honest, dearest Amelia, "Sir Pitt is not what you and I would think a baronet should be. More ancient stable than ancient fable." No lights after 11:;00, you little hussy. Go to bed in the dark, unless you'd like me to come in for your candle every night, hmm? "All in all, my hopes for the family lie with Sir Pitt's younger son, Captain Rawdon Crawley, who will soon be back from his regiment. '" I would like... to go to Spain. Je voudrais allez en Spain. And that's an "E." "His brother, Mr. Pitt Crawley, meanwhile, has the charm of an undertaker... and the humor of a corpse. '" Uh, Miss Sharp, I thought you might like to see my pamphlet on the Chickasaw tribes. I swear, Mr. Crawley, you must be a mind reader. For there is no subject of more interest to me. "You'll be happy to hear I've found a way to make myself indispensable to Sir Pitt. There is to be a visitor at Humdrum Hall. '" Please! Be careful with that. "Sir Pitt has a half-sister as rich as Croesus, whom, or should I say which, he adores. '" No! No, no! No, no, no, no! She's organizing those! Stupid wench! "And now he is all of a dither to make the house ready to receive her. '" Up! Up, up, up! A little higher. "We are quite a party. "Mr. Pitt's intended, LadyJane Sheepshanks, has arrived with her mother, "the old Countess of Southdown, whom Sir Pitt detests. "I promise you, dearest Amelia, that by the time I have finished, Hmm. "The old man will have a very proper sense of the merits ofhis latest employee. I will bring order from chaos and light from darkness. '" Quickly now! Sorry, sir. By Heaven! Miss Becky, we don't deserve you. Steady now.! Steady.! Steady.! "They say Miss Crawley means to leave her fortune to Captain Rawdon Crawley, who will accompany her for thejourney. '" I see Pitt's intended is among the guests. They'll be after you to marry next. Oh, Aunt Tilly, how could I, when my heart belongs to you? - Matilda! - Wicked boy! Welcome. Brother. You know Lady Southdown, I think, and her daughter, LadyJane. Aunt Matilda, on behalf of the entire Crawley... Keep your toadying till I get to a fire. You can suck up all you wish once I'm warm. Well, that's put us in our place. We may have the titles, Mama, but Miss Crawley has the money. Mm, and don't we know it. Put the trunk inside.! Now, Miss Becky, this is my younger son, Rawdon. And mind you stay clear ofhis fluttering lashes. He breaks hearts for a hobby, but... he's a soldier through and through. - I'm warned. - Mm-hmm. With a little liquor, I can do it. You must be bored as a brick down here. I have your father and brother for company. Precisely. Not a great many laughs in Miss Crawley, I can tell you. I seem to remember anchovy paste is a favorite delicacy of yours, Aunt Tilly. But not for do... doggies. I don't agree. I suspect she's the quickest wit in the room. No, no, no. I mean my brother, not my aunt. They used to call him "Miss Crawley" at Eton. Go on. Admit it. He looks a little underweight. He's the dullest dog in shoe leather. Really, Captain Crawley. Are you trying to steer me towards an indiscretion? Why? Would you like me to? No man has managed it yet. - What was that? - Nothing. A false note. Allez, Rose, Celia. Dépêchez. Faites vosà obeissances a votre tante. Don't waste your time, Miss Sharp. All foreign languages are ancient Greek to my sisters. And they always will be if they're not spoken before them. I quite agree, Miss Sharp. What a treat to find someone cultured in this house. Vous parlez bien. Merci. My mother was French. A French mother? Now, that's altogether too romantic for a governess. Who was she? Have you heard of the Montmorencys? Who has not? So, you're an impoverished aristocrat. Pity. I had you down for an adventuress. And are they mutually exclusive? Oh, please tell me there's something disreputable in your past. Well, my father was an artist. Ah, that's better. A starving one, I hope. Absolutely ravenous. Who's ravenous... besides me? Horrocks? When's dinner? Any minute now, Sir Pitt. Good. I'd best excuse myself. Come along, girls. - Is Miss Sharp not to dine with us? - Well, don't ask me. Ask Pitt. Mm. Nephew? I hope she's not banished in my honor. You know I am nothing if not democratic. It's no great sacrifice in the cause of peace. Of course, Miss Sharp must dine with us if you wish it, Aunt. Dinner is served! Good! Come along, my dear. You'll sit by me. And after dinner, we shall abuse the company. Really, the hoops she makes us jump through. I don't mind, Mama. I like Miss Sharp. Mm. Caesar liked Brutus and look where it got him. - ¤¤All these and all Thy other gifts may...¤¤ - Pitt! Amen. Aunt Matilda, you are the guest ofhonor. Um, what shall we drink to? Better food and a warmer room. Should we not drink to peace at last... with Napoleon safe on Elba? To the men who put him there... to Wellington and Nelson. Wellington and Nelson. Wellington I grant you, hmm, but, um, it is hard to match Nelson's heroism... with his private life. The life of Alexander did not bear much scrutiny. Is he not a hero, either? Quite right, Miss Sharp. And to my mind, that was the best part of Nelson's character! He went to the deuce for a woman. There must be some good in a man who'll do that. Hmm. I adore imprudent matches. - Wellington and Nelson. - Wellington... Mm. You set no store by birth, then? Birth? Look at this family.! We've been at Queen's Crawley since Henry II, but not one of us here is as clever as Miss Sharp. - To all the King's officers! - All the King's officers! The King's officers. Mmm, lobster. Delicious. Come in, my dear. I've left my toadies in London. And what bores they are downstairs. It falls to you to make me laugh. She's clever enough, isn't she, Firkin? I think Miss seems very clever. Oh, yes. If merit had its just reward, you ought to be a duchess. Mm. You set no store by birth, then? Mm. Silly old fool, grabbing at my money for her daughter's intended, that hypocrite Pitt. He should put down his Bible and do the dirty work himself. With a decent position, you could put the world on a leash. Perhaps I'll surprise you and run away with a great man. Oh, that'd be perfect. I love elopements. I've set my heart on Rawdon running away with someone. A rich someone or a poor someone? Well, above all, a clever someone. He's the dearest of creatures, but not the wisest. What's the matter? Oh, it's the lobster. They've poisoned me with the lobster. Off you go. Sir Pitt? Mm. Can I not be of any assistance? L- I don't think so, madam. The doctor is with her now. The best we can do is pray, pray for her soul. Mm. And for her hundred thousand. Ohh. Will she live, Doctor? Well, I've pumped her. I've purged her. There's nothing more I can do. Now, it rests with the Lord. Uh, would you like to settle with me now, Sir Pitt? Tomorrow, if you don't mind, Doctor. I only pays on results. How do I look? A good deal stronger. They will be disappointed. Lady Southdown hovers at the door night and noon. "Mm-mm, I always travel with my medicine chest. "Can I not be of any assistance... with my special tonics?" That's a dose I doubt I'd live through. Nonsense! It's Captain Rawdon that needs you dead. Lady Southdown and Mr. Pitt Crawley want you well enough to change your will. Rebecca Sharp, I've made up my mind. You must come with me to London. I insist upon it, and so does Byron. And we won't be gainsaid, will we? But what could I say to dear Sir Pitt, after all his kindness? Oh, leave him to me. When a man has two sons and a rich spinster sister, he seldom gainsays her, my dear. Must you go, Rawdon? Uh, l-I thought you might stay for some shooting. Oh, no. I... I thought it best to see them safely back home... to, uh, Mayfair. Clear the way, there! There she goes, the best little governess the girls ever had. Mm, mm. Suppose I better write to Miss Pinkerton for a replacement. Let me, Sir Pitt. Mm, Miss Pinkerton is an old friend, and I should so like to be useful. Mm. Meddlesome old cat. "My dear, Miss Pinkerton, mm. "Apupil of yours has recently come to my notice, mm. "I should so like to know more ofher history. Her name is Rebecca Sharp. '" The governor will miss you. Sir Pitt has been good to me. Who wouldn't be? Apples! Juicy apples! Come on, people! Juicy apples! Welcome to London. Oh, goodness.! Look busy. The mistress is home.! Here we are, my dear. Who was that? It's my neighbor, the Marquess of Steyne. Why? No reason. Are you going out? I'm meeting Tarquin and Villiers. And the rest of the chaps. We might play some billiards. Ah, yeah. Lord Tarquin and the HonorableJohn Villiers. It is not done to pronounce "the Honorable" aloud. Well, well. You know these things better than I. What I wonder is: Do they ask you to their homes, these chaps? Do you meet their mothers and their sisters? Sometimes. Because you shall not want, you know? The British merchant's son shan't want. You may marry whom you please and keep her well. Father. George is engaged. It's understood... Then it can be un-understood. Don't you see, boy? There's nothing you can't have if you will reach for it. Why not a viscount's daughter? Better yet, an earl's. Or marry an heiress and buy a peerage for yourself! You shouldn't read in a carriage. It will make you sick. Reading always makes me sick. Who's it from? My friend, Amelia Sedley. I thought she might have set a date for her marriage, but it seems not. And who is her intended? Captain George Osborne. Osborne? Any relation to the Duke of Leeds? Oh, no, ma'am. He's a tradesman's son. Oh! I know Osborne. He's in one of the line regiments. He's as green as this grass... and will go to the deuce to be seen with a lord. Captain Osborne's vanity must make him a tempting victim. I say, Aunt. Why don't we do Miss Sharp a favor... and invite them over? If you think it would be amusing. I am glad to see Miss Crawley knows your worth. As long as George knows yours. Of course he does. - Shall I play for you? - Oh, thank you, my dear. Rawdon, will you explain the rules of piquet to Miss Sedley? - I've quite forgotten. - Be careful, Amelia. Captain Crawley knows his cards. I'm warned. Oh, there are no fortunes in piquet. All the same, be kind to her. She is my only friend. Not your only friend, Miss Sharp. Rawdon, you explain. Now, come along. - You may discard up to five. - Oh, do go away. So, Miss Sharp. - How do you like your new place? - My place? How kind of you to remind me. It's quite tolerable, thank you. And they treat me very well. But then, this is a gentleman's family... and quite a change from tradespeople. You seemed to like tradespeople well enough last year. Joseph Sedley, you mean? It's true. If he'd asked me, I would not have said no. How very obliging of you. I know what you're thinking. What an honor to have had you for a brother-in-law. Captain George Osborne, son ofJohn Osborne, Esquire, son of... what was your grandfather? Never mind. You cannot help your pedigree. Miss Sharp. Come and take over from Rawdon. He's worse than useless. Ah, 'tis true. This is not my game. Osborne, would you care to come and play something a little more grown up? Bye! Do thank Miss Crawley for us! Crawley. Miss Sharp. Are you cross with me? Cross? I could kiss you. To see George Osborne fleeced makes the perfect end to the perfect day. Oh, dear! I was rather hoping the evening wasn't over yet. Oh? I was wondering... if you might like to show me your room. Of course. I'll run and ask Miss Crawley's permission. Don't joke. Really, Captain. You cannot imagine I would do anything to incur your aunt's displeasure. I thought you and I had an understanding. Well, I understand this. Two men and two men only will enter my bed chamber... my husband and the doctor. You know my heart, Becky. You know I'd do anything for you. I'm flattered. But Aunt Tilly's views on these things came out of the Ark. That's not how she sounds. Oh, don't be deceived. She talks like Oliver Cromwell but thinks like Charles I, and, believe me, it's an outside wager she'll ever change her mind. It's lucky, then, Captain, that you're a gambling man... and no stranger to taking a chance. "Dearest Becky, a letter from Jos arrived from India this morning... filled with regrets about a certain person." Has Miss Sharp taken to Mayfair? She seems quite at home in her new life. I do not doubt it. I had thought her a mere social climber. I see now she's a mountaineer. "I should tell him, dear Becky, "he has missed his chance for his goddess has acquired other suitors. Your loving friend, Amelia Sedley. '" Aahhh. This one's for you. It's from Mr. Pitt. Read it. "Dear Aunt, I have both happy and sad news to relay. "The good news is that I'm married. LadyJane Sheepshanks has done me the honor of becoming my wife." Well, no great surprise there. Well, she's a nice enough girl. Although, I don't envy him his mother-in-law. What's the bad news? "I am sorry to tell you that my stepmother, Lady Crawley, has gone to a better place." After Queen's Crawley, almost anywhere's a better place. Come on! The best thing for you, my girl, would be... No, no. Too strict. Hmm. Thank you. Madam, would you consider, um... Good gracious! Here's Sir Pitt! Oh, my dear, l-l-I can't see him. My mood, my nerves won't stand it. - Go away.! - Yes, Sir Pitt. Ah, good.! It's-It's not Miss Crawley I want to see, it's you. You have to come back to Queen's Crawley. You've heard my news? Only just now. I'm very sorry. If there's anything I can do... There is. There's plenty for you to do. Everything's wrong since you left. You must come back! Well... Marry me! Come back as Lady Crawley, if you like. But do come back! What? Oh! - Don't leave me down here forever. - Oh, Sir Pitt. I can't. Can't or won't? Wouldn't you like to be an old man's darling? No, Sir Pitt, I really can't. The truth is, I'm married already. Married? Oh well, it was worth a try. Well, what a chance is lost! Never mind, my dear, we'll set him up, won't we, brother? I'll buy him a shop or commission a portrait. Whoever he is, he and his family are very lucky to have you. - I hope you think so. - Indeed I do. Then if you cannot take me for a wife and sister, will you not love me as daughter and niece? What? Dear Sir Pitt, dearest Miss Crawley, it's true. I've married Rawdon. Rawdon! My... Rawdon? Coal! Pick 'em up, boy. Look after her, Firkin. Poor, dear Miss Crawley. I do worry so. Don't waste your syrup on me, Miss Sharp. Just get back in the knife box where you belong. Are you all right, Miss? I will be if you're going past Baker Street. Would that be proper, Miss? More proper than standing here in the street. Now give us a hand with the trunk. You... We'll be in Queer Street if she don't come round. I'd rather be in Queer Street with you than Park Lane with any other. But, Rawdon, she will come round. She said herself, she'd love you to elope. It's all talk, you know. She loves romance in her novels, but not in her family. Where they're concerned, she's as snobbish as Queen Charlotte. Well, then... We'll have to send an ambassador to plead our case. Oh, yes? Mm. What kind of ambassador would that be? I'd say a very little one, with rosy cheeks and blue eyes, and probably not too much hair. What? You mean... Oh, you brilliant, darling girl. Well, that will mend fences if nothing else will. Oh, Becky! When one thinks of how she tended you. And all the time... Oh, I should have guessed that nobody does anything for nothing. But for a pauper's daughter, a penniless governess, to make off with my Rawdon. Ohh. Oh, dear. Oh, at least her mother was a Montmorency. I suppose we must cling to that. Not a bit of it. I have it on the best authority. Her mother was an opera girl in the chorus at Montmartre! - What? - I have it on the best authority. Yes, yes, yes! All right! Oh, very well. I know what I must do. Would you be so kind as to bring my little desk here? Certainly. Where is it? Where's her little desk? I can't see it. It's over here. - I almost feel sorry for poor Rawdon. - Mm... But I cannot let that girl profit from her scheming. Nor should you. I'm glad to see that you've changed your opinions. Firkin. Do you remember when you told us all at Queen's Crawley... That you adored imprudent marriages? Not in real life. What do you want? Time, Osborne, that's what I want. I owe you nothing.! I will give you nothing.! You owe me friendship.! You have no friendship coming from me, sir.! Oh! Do we have enough of this china? It's to be a buffet and I don't want to risk the Crown Derby. Oh, listen to this. "Emperor Napoleon Escapes from Elba and Marches on Paris. Allies Prepare for War. '" - Amelia, what's the matter, dear? - Will it affect George? Well, he's a soldier, isn't he, for all his swagger, and there's more to soldiering than gold braid and regimental dinners. Amelia? Amelia! Oh! If she means to be a soldier's wife, she must learn to bear such things. Now, I've been thinking about... I must tell you. I can put it off no longer. We're ruined, Mary. Lost. Everything is gone. But we're giving a soiree. There'll be no more soirees or balls or dinners either. That life, finished for us. Oh, my God! The debt that finished me, the man who tipped me into the abyss, is none other than George's father, John Osborne. By order of the trustees of the Sedley Estate, this auction will now commence. Lot 368, an inlaid ebony writing desk. Shall we say... four guineas? Five? Any more? Come on. Going, going... Sold. Lot 369. A Clemency Drawing Room Piano. I sang to that. Would you like it? We will start at three guineas. Four? - Five. - Five at the back. - Six. - It's Captain Dobbin. Seven? Eight? I know him. He's in the Ninth. Nine? Ten. Any more? Sold to the captain. Lot 370. A landscape painting signed, "Francis Sharp, 1801. '" What? What's the matter? My father painted it. I gave it to Amelia. - I'll get it for you. - Shall we say, five guineas? Six, at the back. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen, at the back. Going once. Going twice... Leave it. It doesn't matter. Sold for 15 guineas to the Marquess of Steyne. Why would Lord Steyne bother with a little auction like this? He collects my father's works. A true collector will go anywhere to get what he wants. An amboyna and rosewood quartetto table. - Captain Dobbin. - Miss Sharp. I beg your pardon, Mrs. Crawley. Crawley. Are you taking up the piano, Captain? I have a... friend who will get some use of it, I think. Any more? - Indeed she will. - Good day. Going... Sold. I saw Miss Sharp at the auction this morning. How is George? George is well, I think. But busy. Too busy to come here. I'll fetch some tea. When you next see him, will you give him this? I painted it. It's not wrong, is it, to remind him of the one who loves him most? Of course not. Oh, look what he's done! Oh, isn't he wonderful? I can't believe it! Oh, thank God! Thank God! Mama! It's all right! George has bought me the piano, and he'll be here directly. Oh, thank God! I tell you, George, you must go to her. She's dying. Miss Sedley asked me to give you this when I saw you next. For God's sake, George. You haven't even opened it. No need. They're all the same. Georgy.! What are you playing at? We're waiting for you. Good day to you, Captain Dobbin. I'm just leaving, sir. Good. There's a friend of Maria's they want me to meet. Ah, uh, may I present my son, George? This is Miss Rhoda Swartz. Miss Rhoda was talking aboutJamaica and her sugar plantations there. Although I don't remember it. I left when I was three. Maria, may I borrow you for a moment, please? Can you forgive us? Your father does not much trouble to conceal his plans. Which are? For us to marry, of course. Indeed. Come. Sit by me. Let us speak frankly. My fortune is great, my birth is not. So, I must choose between a poor nobleman... or a rich bourgeois like you. Upon my word, you've a very precise grasp of the matter. I would have liked a title. But my guardian says, if you and I combine our fortunes, we may buy one whenever we wish. I cannot believe you are seriously suggesting Miss Swartz... as the companion of my heart and hearth! Why not? Well, to begin with, she's not English. Hoity-toity! Less fastidious, if you please! What's a shade or two of tawny when there's half a million on the table? Why, with that money, we'll have you in the House of Lords in no time. Just think. Dining at Kew, dancing at Carlton House. - And what of honor? - Honor? Yes. Honor. You may buy a string of ancestors to hang upon your walls, but I see you have not bought the breeding that goes with them. - You made me give my word to Amelia. - Be silent, sir! You dare speak that object's name to me? "Dare," sir, is not a word to be used to a captain in the British army. For I am a gentleman, though I am your son. I'll say what I like to my own child. And I say this: I have not slaved for 40 years to see you marry a beggar maid! You made the match! And I can unmake it! You will marry whom I say, sir. And I say you will marry Miss Swartz. Either that or take your pack and walk out of this house without a shilling.! Do I make myself clear, sir? As a bell, sir. Georgy. Georgy. Come on, you lads.! War is come to Europe.! My brother wants tojoin.! If you're here to plead his case, you've made a wasted journey. Mr. Osborne, we're on the brink of war. Should anything happen to George, you'd never forgive yourself if you hadn't parted in charity. May I not take him a message from you? Please. Very well. Let him only come home to his old room and things will be as they were before. They cannot be. Why not, if I say they can? Because... George married Miss Sedley this morning. I go from here to their wedding breakfast. Will you not come with me? Welcome, Mr. Sedley. Sedley. Welcome home. - Crawley. - Righto. Mrs. Crawley. So, have you found many changes since your last visit from India? Some. And one in particular that I regret very much. Dobbin.! Osborne.! There's news here for all of us. It's the order for Belgium. We embark next week. Men need war like the soil needs turning. I'll enjoy it! You're surely not going over there in your condition? Of course I'm going! Why should the men have all the fun? And didn't Eleanor of Aquitaine ride into battle pregnant and bare-breasted? By Gad, if there's a woman alive who could do the same, it's you.! Be careful of the model, Mrs. Crawley. Queen Eleanor was locked up by her husband. And emerged from her prison to govern England. Bravo. What about you, Sedders? Will you be joining us on our little excursion? If it weren't for my duties in India, I'd be over there like a shot. Oh yes.! - I'll go. - You cannot. Well, why shouldn't she? She can keep Becky company. - To victory! - Victory! - Victory! - To victory. We won't know anyone. Whose fault is that? If you would only put yourself out to be civil once in a while. The Crawleys have been here no longer than us, and Mrs. Crawley's the talk of the town. Is that what you would have me be, the "talk of the town"? Here comes the famous Mrs. Crawley. Why she is famous is a mystery to me. Why does everyone receive her, as for General Tufto? He must find her command of French useful. - I know I should. - A real lady wouldn't speak it half as well. - Hush, my dear. - Lady Darlington. Lady Bareacres. Good evening, Mrs. Crawley. Good evening. You're making an exhibition of yourself. Good evening. Good evening. Can I leave you in charge? I see some sheep that need shearing. Go. You manage our income, and I'll see to your career. Wait here a minute. George, I feel... I feel sick. General Tufto. Mrs. Crawley. Can I tempt you with some refreshment? That would be delightful. Mrs. Crawley. Yes, good evening. I hope your dance card isn't quite filled yet. - Hardly. I've just arrived. - I am the early bird, then. And I, presumably, the worm? General Tufto, this is Captain Osborne of the Ninth. That is Osborne with an "E." Make sure you spell it right... when you mention him in dispatches. If only spelling was my forte. My dear, please. Thank you. Would you like me to fetch you some water? Or a chair? Or a doctor? Is Amelia all right? I expect so. Dobbin's with her. Shouldn't you have more care of her now? You mean, now that yet another rope has come to bind me? You're not like Amelia, Mrs. Crawley. Nothing will quench your fire. Captain Osborne. Will you fetch me my shawl and my nosegay? Of course. I wish you'd let me come with you. No. I mean it. Go back at once. I'll tell George you're safe. Don't. It will only annoy him that I've left the ball early. But why did he bring you at all? Just tell me you're happy. We're happy enough. How prettily the Duchess has arranged things. She always does. Or don't you go to her parties back in England? No matter. We won't know her back in London. - I see you've been busy. - Very. Osborne. Crawley. Ready for a hand or two of cards? - If Mrs. Crawley... - Of course. I'll leave you to it, gentlemen. - George, don't drink anymore. - Nonsense, Dobbs. Come and have a drink yourself, and light up your lantern jaw. What's happening? |
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