All language subtitles for Road_to_Avonlea_-_1x04_-_Materializing_of_Duncan

(insects chirping)

(loon wailing)

(dramatic music)

(peaceful music)

(cheerful music)

- Only providence knows why I
take these things on, Marilla.

Mind you, things would be in
a sorry state if I didn't.

I do find pleasure in the
Avonlea sewing circle.

Idle hands are not my cup of tea.

- Nor is an idle tongue.

- I only hope we can finish filling a box

for the rummage sale.

That Reverend Leonard has been worrying me

about it for days.

He should stick to preaching
and leave the real work

to those of us who know
how to do it, that's what.

- Rachel, I can't believe that sewing

creates the kind of appetite
that warrants five pies.

- I have seen several
ladies of the sewing circle

polish off half a pie at one sitting.

Janet King in particular.

He daughter Felicity's going
to be just like her, too.

She's a pretty thing now, but dimples

turn to fat over the years, that's what.

Besides, the pies aren't
all for the sewing circle.

I've invited Alexander
Abraham to tea tomorrow,

so two of them are for him.

I didn't think you'd mind, Marilla.

A little male company would
make a change around here.

He asked me to his place
first, but it's my experience,

Marilla, that a woman is
always in a stronger position

when she's the one doing the asking.

Of course, these are things
beyond your understanding,

Marilla.

- I lived with a man for
50-odd years, Rachel.

- Well, dealing with
a brother is in no way

the same as dealing with a man.

And of course, husbands are
quite another matter again.

Poor Thomas, bless his soul.

(sighs)

Marilla, if I may be so
bold as to speak my mind,

I've always wondered why
you never got married,

after you quarreled and
broke it up with John Blythe.

- I certainly hope that hasn't caused you

any sleepless nights, Rachel.

- You weren't a bad looking girl,

and you had a passable personality.

Why is it you never got a proposal?

- If I may b e permitted to speak my mind,

why are you suddenly so concerned?

- Well, there's no reason to
get huffy, Marilla, I'm sure.

But you've missed out, that's what.

- It has never worried me for
a minute that I never married.

- Well maybe so, but it
must have worried you

that you never had the opportunity to be.

I might be getting mellow in my old age,

but there's something comforting

about having the
attentions of a gentleman.

Just between you and me, Marilla,

I don't think it would take much

to get Alexander Abraham to come courting.

- And what would you do if he did?

- Turn him down flat, that's what.

Green Gables is my home now.

I'm forever beholden to you for that.

And you needn't worry, Marilla.

I'll be here until the
day they carry me out.

- Well, Rachel, that certainly
sets my mind at ease.

(cheerful music)

- Sara, hurry yourself, dear!

- [Sara] I'm coming.

- Hetty, you're not ready.

- I'm not going.

- But you always come to sewing circle.

- Well, not when Rachel
Lynde is holding it.

- Oh, Hetty, you're
being awfully pig-headed

about something Rachel
did to you in grade seven.

- It wouldn't matter if it were yesterday.

Rachel Lynde had no
business stealing the heart

of Romney Penhallow, and I'm
not about to let her forget it.

Anyway, I'd rather collect
for the rummage sale next week

than listen to the sewing
circle's endless prattle.

I know the minute my back is turned

they fasten onto me with their chatter.

Now, Sara.

Mind your manners, don't fidget,

and speak only when spoken to.

- Yes, Aunt Hetty.

But wouldn't it be better
if I stayed and helped you?

- Helping me won't improve
your sewing abilities.

- But I can't sew.

I won't be able to contribute anything.

- Well, watch Felicity.

If you ask her nicely
she'll help you, I'm sure.

- That would be a fate worse than death.

- Hetty, I do wish you'd come with us.

I hate making excuses for you.

- Oh, you don't have to.

Rachel will know why I'm
not there, and rightly so.

- Very well.

(cheerful music)

- [Rachel] I knew there'd
be trouble when Tyrone Bell

sold his place to a Yankee.

I don't know what Avonlea is coming to

with all these strange
people rushing into it.

It soon won't be safe
to sleep in our beds.

- I couldn't agree more
about all these strangers.

- What other strangers are
coming here, Mrs. Potts?

- Haven't you heard?

There's a family of
Donalds, for one thing.

They belong down east, and
nobody knows anything about them.

- [Rachel] And that shiftless
Timothy Cotton family

are coming up from White Sands,

and they'll simply be
a burden on the public.

He's the one who's consumptive.

- [Mrs. Potts] When he isn't stealing.

- [Mrs. Lawson] I heard
Paul Irving is coming

from the states to live
with his grandmother.

You remember his father, Rachel.

Stephen Irving?

- [Rachel] Oh, isn't he the
one that jilted Lavender Lewis

over at Grafton?

- [Mrs. Lawson] I don't
think he jilted her.

There was a quarrel.

I suppose there was blame on both sides.

- [Rachel] Well, anyway,
he never married her,

and she's been as queer
as possible ever since.

- Have you heard?

Amy Peters is back from the West.

Came last week.

And she is going to marry
a Winnipeg millionaire.

You can be sure her mother lost no time

in telling it far and wide.

- Well, Amy's a nice enough girl,

but she's not in the millionaire class.

- My Sally saw her the
other day, didn't you Sally?

- Her beau simply showered her in jewelry.

Her engagement ring is
a huge diamond cluster.

- Probably looks like a
plaster on Amy's fat paw.

(women laughing)

- Speaking of beaus, Rachel,
what's all this I hear

about you and Alexander Abraham?

- There's nothing to hear.

We're friends.

Nothing more than that.

I shall always be faithful
to my late husband's memory.

- Well, Marilla, if you ask me,

there's more between
them than a friendship.

- What do you mean, Mrs. Potts?

- I suppose you'd miss her
company if it came to anything.

Mind you, at your age,
I'm sure you're used

to being on your own.

- If people could stitch as
easily as they could talk,

the sewing circle would be a
very productive group indeed.

- Even my imagination
would have to stretch

to think of Mrs. Lynde
and Mr. Abraham as beaus.

- Now Sara, mind what Hetty said,

you're here to sew not talk.

And a hem stitch is not
supposed to look like that.

- I'll bet you had a lot of
beaus, didn't you, Aunt Olivia?

- Oh, my, not really, just one.

- Oh yes, Edwin Clarke, wasn't it Olivia?

Hetty sent him packing.

Evidently a Clarke wasn't
good enough for a King.

Hetty always did set herself
above everybody else.

- That's just one of her faults.

No wonder she lost Romney Penhallow.

- Janet, you were the
one with all the beaus.

- Oh.

Now, I might've had a few.

- A few?

Janet King, you threw yourself

at every available male for miles.

It's a good thing Alec King caught you,

or you might have needed up
with one of the Sloane boys.

- Really, Mother?

You never told us about them.

- Mrs. Lynde is exaggerating a great deal.

I had one or two before
your father, that's all.

- Did you ever have a beau, Miss Cuthbert?

- [Olivia] Sara, really.

- Sara Stanley.

Marilla's led a real sensible life.

She never had time nor
temperament for beaus.

Did you Marilla?

- I had one once.

- Oh, well we all know
about John Blythe, Marilla,

but of course, nothing much came of that.

And as I was just saying this morning--

- I'm not talking about John Blythe.

- Well who are you talking about, Marilla?

- Yes, who was it?

- Won't you tell us about him?

- Oh yes, Marilla, tell
us, we're all interested.

- It's news to us that you
ever had a romantic attachment.

- Nobody here knew anything about him.

I met him when I went
to visit my Aunt Tilly

in Blakely, New Brunswick.

- Well when would that be, now?

- It was a long time ago.

- Oh, that's a likely story, Marilla.

Can't you be a little more specific?

- I can't remember the last
time you were away from Avonlea.

How old were you?

- I was 28.

- Well, I remember you going on that trip,

but you certainly never said
anything about having a beau.

- What was his name, Miss Cuthbert?

- Duncan.

- Duncan who?

- McTavish.

Duncan McTavish.

- Oh really?

- That's the first I've heard of it.

- What was he like?

- He was from a good family,
honest, hard-working, upright.

- But was he handsome?

- Bet he was tall and
dark, with a straight nose

and a strong chin, just
like a hero out of a book.

Oh, I'm sure he told you
that your skin was like cream

and your eyes were the
color of cornflowers.

- No, Sara Stanley, he said no such thing.

- Well, why didn't you marry him?

- Yes, Marilla, tell us why you didn't.

- It was impossible,
there were differences.

- What do you mean?

- He was a Methodist.

- A Methodist?

Well, no wonder you never mentioned him.

You can move heaven and
Earth, but providence knows

you can't bring a Methodist
and Presbyterian together.

- I tried to explain that to
him, but he wouldn't accept it

as a reason, and we
quarreled, so I left Blakely,

I explained to him that
I had an obligation

to my aged parents and
it wasn't fair to leave

my brother Matthew alone with them.

- Oh, Miss Cuthbert,
how utterly devastating.

Whatever happened to him?

- He went out west, and I haven't heard

anything from him since.

I don't even know if he's alive or dead.

- Well, of all the things
there ever were or will be.

It's a mystery to me how you managed

to keep this to yourself
all these years, Marilla.

- Now, isn't that just like you.

- Well, it didn't seem to be important.

- Not important?

A suitor from your past?

- Sara.

- Well, this is something
new in my experience.

Tea's ready, ladies, I've
made my famous apple pies,

come and help yourself.

(regal music)

- Oh, take a bigger piece
than that, Janet King.

It'll save you coming back for more.

- To my mind the only man
other than John Blythe

who ever said boo to Marilla
Cuthbert was George Mabrick.

- Really?

- Mind you, he ended up with Flora King.

- You don't say.

- She was cross-eyed and red-headed,

so it shows how dubious his taste was.

- Well, it's all before my time.

- Before mine too, my dear,
but it's common knowledge.

Good day to you.

- Good day to you, Mrs. Potts.

- What's all this about Marilla Cuthbert?

- Well, I'm not one to wag my tongue,

but I must admit I've
been taken by surprise.

The sewing circle was anything
but dull today, Mrs. Biggins.

- You don't say.

You mean that holier-than-thou
Marilla Cuthbert

has kept this to herself all these years?

- I couldn't believe it myself.

But Mrs. Lawson is not one to tell tales,

and besides, she was there,
she heard it with her own ears.

I think she said Marilla
jilted him at the altar.

- That Rachel Lynde, I
could've boxed her ears.

Imagine saying those things about me

in front of all those people,
including my own daughter.

I was mortified!

- Sounds to me like I'm a lucky man,

to have lured you away
from all those admirers.

- Don't you believe a word of
that idle gossip, Alec King.

- I must admit, I find the
fact that you had a few beaus

before me more believable than
Marilla Cuthbert's confession

of having a past.

- How did you know that?

- Heard it in town.

You know how people talk,
buzzing like bees in a hive.

- I don't know what to think that score,

it certainly did come out of the blue.

It's strange, though.

I hope it's true.

- Hmm?

- Well, everyone needs a
little romance in their lives.

(cheerful music)

- Sara Stanley, you
should be concentrating

on your hem stitch.

- Wouldn't it be romantic
if Duncan McTavish returned

and swept Marilla Cuthbert off her feet,

after so many years of
pining for a lost love?

- Well that's unlikely to happen,

and anyway, he'd still be a Methodist.

- Just think, Miss Cuthbert's
life changed irrevocally.

- Irrevocably.

- Irrevocably.

Just because she was born a Presbyterian

and he was born a Methodist.

Sometimes I think religion's
more trouble than it's worth.

- Sara Stanley, you can't mean that.

- I do mean it.

Tell me, what is the difference between

a Presbyterian and a Methodist?

- There's a great deal of difference.

Everyone knows that.

- Methodists say Amen a whole lot more

than Presbyterians do.

I've heard them, they do!

- That's still not reason
enough not to marry one of them.

You'll never marry either, Sara,

if you can't sew a straight line.

No man will have you.

- Any man that would only
marry me for my sewing

is not worth anything
anyway, Felicity King.

You can have him.

- What are you doing, Sara?

You still don't know
how to do a hem stitch.

Here, let me show you.

What is this thing, anyway?

- It's a hankerchief.

- Something like this will
never sell at a rummage sale.

It looks as if it's already been used.

Your hem's not even straight.

- Give it back.

(somber music)
(insects chirping)

(owl hooting)

(sighs)

- I must say, Marilla, that
was a pretty astonishing

revelation you made this afternoon.

Especially considering
our talk this morning.

If I didn't know you for
the sensible person you are,

I'd say there was fancy
in there somewheres.

- You know Rachel, everyone in Avonlea

thinks they know every little
bit about everyone else.

But I'm sure there are
things even about you

that no one knows.

If there is anything in your situation

with Alexander Abraham that
you wish to keep to yourself,

I would feel bound to honor that,

and I would hope that you
would do the same for me.

- You can be sure that I have
nothing to hide, Marilla.

- Good night, Rachel.

(cheerful music)

- Just when you think you know someone.

You're never safe from
surprises till you're dead.

(somber music)

(cheerful music)

- Sara.

I have to help Aunt Janet
set up the tea table

for the rummage sale, Sara,
so I'll be leaving now.

You come along with Olivia.

Oh, didn't you learn anything
at that sewing circle, child?

No, look, this is the way
you do the cross stitch.

There, and there,

you'll have to rip out
all of those stitches

along that edge and start again.

(sighs)

All right, see you
there, don't be late now.

And fix your hat.

Olivia, Sara will be
coming along with you.

- Sara, I'll just fix my hat
and pick up a few more things,

and then we'll go.

All right, ready.

Sara?

That's funny, I thought
she was coming with me.

(regal music)

- Aunt Olivia, wait up.

Look what I brought, some cinnamon buns

to sell at the rummage sale.

And I made them myself.

- With my help.

- Don't they look nice.

- Do you think I can get
a penny a piece for them?

- Oh, I'm sure you will.

- I'm going to charge 10 cents a piece

for my serving napkins.

- Well, you could try.

Have you seen Sara?

She was supposed to help me this morning

and she disappeared right after breakfast,

and I haven't seen hide
nor hair of her since.

- Well I haven't seen
her, and if her handiwork

hasn't improved any since I last saw it,

she's probably too
embarrassed to show her face.

- Felicity,

try to be more charitable.

(dog barking)

(somber music)

- [Duncan] Thank you for the
space outside your store,

Mr. Lawson.

- Well, good luck to you.

But my customers seem to prefer
the old-fashioned remedies,

mustard plasters, they swear
by them, Duncan McTavish.

- Porous plasters are revolutionary.

Believe me, I know all about easterners

and their ways, Mr. Lawson.

My family's roots are in the East.

- You don't say, whereabouts?

- New Brunswick.

But I must admit, the
West has won me over.

- Well, it requires a
certain breed to go out west.

- Well, being a bachelor
makes it easier, Mr. Lawson.

But a good businessman like
yourself would do well,

family or no family.

- Oh, sorry, Sara, I didn't see you there.

(chuckles)

(cheerful music)

(boys shouting)

- One of my sister-in-laws grew up

in Blakely, New Brunswick,
and she says the only McTavish

she remembers was an old
maiden lady with no family.

- I'm sure her memory must not
go back that far, Mrs. Potts.

- Yes, I suppose, and
she's close to my age.

Memory's a funny thing, though.

What starts as fantasy can
turn to fact over the years,

don't you agree?

- Wouldn't you know
that she'd be presiding

over the tea table.

I wouldn't sit down to tea with Hetty King

if it was the last cup on Earth.

- Oh Rachel, don't you
think it's about time

to bury that old hatchet?

- Ha.

When I bury that hatchet,

I'll be under the ground next to it.

(regal music)

(people chattering)

- Miss Cuthbert!

Miss Cuthbert!

- For pity's sake, child, what is it?

- Miss Cuthbert, he's here!

- Pardon me?

- He's here in Avonlea!

- Who?

- He is!

- Who is he?
- Who is he?

- Duncan McTavish!

He's in Avonlea!

- He's here?

- Did she say Duncan McTavish?

- He's in Avonlea?

(cheerful music)

- How do you know it's him?

- His name is right on his sign.

- What sign?

- He has a stand in front
of the general store,

and his first name is Duncan.

- Where's he from?

- New Brunswick, and
he's living out west now.

- What does he look like?

- He's oh-so-handsome,
and he told Mr. Lawson

that he was a bachelor.

So you see, he has never
forgotten you, Marilla.

- It's impossible.

It couldn't be the same Duncan McTavish.

- Well how do you know it isn't?

- Take my word for it,
Rachel, it can't be.

- But it could be.

- But you have to meet with
him, just to make sure.

- If it were me I'd
simply die of curiosity.

- You do want to see him, don't you?

- Well, Marilla?

- Even if it was the same Duncan McTavish,

I don't see why I should meet with him.

That chapter of my life is closed

and I don't intend to open it again.

- Oh, fiddlesticks, Marilla.

There wouldn't be any harm in it.

- I've always believed in
letting bygones be bygones.

Now, let's not say another word about it.

- Seems to me, Marilla, you're making

a mountain out of a molehill.

It would be the most
natural thing in the world

for you to stop by and
give him your regards,

even if he is a Methodist.

- Rachel, what I choose
to do in this situation

is my business, not yours
or anyone's in Avonlea,

and I would thank you
to keep your snooping,

interfering nose out of it.

- Marilla, are you hiding something?

- Nothing but my temper, Rachel.

- It's my belief that there's more to this

than you're telling us.

Makes me wonder if you
aren't leading us all

up the garden path.

- I beg your pardon.

- Well, you needn't be
so indignant, Marilla.

The less fuss the better, in my opinion.

We all make mistakes,
just put it behind you.

- Rachel, if you are insinuating
what I think you are,

your so-called friendship means less to me

than a jar of your red currant preserves.

(scoffs)

- Well, I see I have to be very careful

when I speak around you, Marilla!

- Marilla Cuthbert won't look
paler than that in her grave.

- It must be such a shock to her.

- In more ways than one.

- I thought she would be happy.

(regal music)

- Folks, you will be amazed at
the power of this treatment.

It cures croup, bronchitis, and many other

congestive symptoms overnight.

It comes highly recommended
by respected doctors

across Canada.

I have here a collection
of their statements

for anyone interested.

I have already received favorable comments

from people who have bought my
product since I've been here.

- Doesn't that beat all?

I haven't seen crowds like
that since Melville Sloane

held cock fights on Friday nights.

Mind you, they're not buying.

- I don't think it's Duncan
McTavish's Porous Plasters

that's attracting these people, Edward.

- Mrs. Ira Biggins, would
you please step up here

and tell the folks about
the wonderful result you had

from McTavish's Porous Plasters?

- My, are all the gentlemen
from Blakely, New Brunswick

as strong as you, Mr. McTavish?

- I beg your pardon?

- Well that is where
you're from, isn't it?

- It's my opinion that Marilla
is guilty of a falsehood,

and that's the plain ugly truth.

- Fiddlesticks.

There isn't a more honest soul in Avonlea

than Marilla Cuthbert.

- Well, naturally she can't
come face to face with him.

It's plain as plain can be

that he's never laid
eyes on her in his life.

- Step right up, folks.

Help me pay my rent tonight.

(people chattering)

(Mr. Lawson sighs)

- Well, I don't know what to think.

But I'd certainly like
to be a fly on the wall

at Green Gables.

- Ah.

Rachel, you have to eat.

Stop skulking in the hall.

- If you'd rather I took
supper in my room, Marilla,

just say so, I'd prefer that to silence.

- Do what you like, Rachel.

- Well, if you ask me,
Marilla, you're not yourself,

hiding away in this house.

Even the Reverend Leonard
noticed your absence

from church on Sunday,
and he wouldn't notice

a fly on the end of his nose.

I don't know why you bother to cook.

You barely touch your food.

Now, I'm not one to meddle--

(Marilla laughs)

- Rachel, not one to meddle,
you must be dreaming.

- I don't call speaking
the truth meddling.

This supposed gentleman friend of yours

is right here in Avonlea.

You can't stay away from him entirely.

Unless, of course, as everyone says,

you didn't know him in the first place.

- Rachel, I took you in
when Thomas died because

you didn't want to go out west
and live with your children.

Talk about taking a viper to your bosom!

- You're stubborn, Marilla.

Stubborn and proud, that's what!

(sighs)

- But if Miss Cuthbert
doesn't talk to Mr. McTavish,

then there's no chance that
their quarrel will be made up.

I wish there was something I could do.

- Sara, affairs of the heart need time

to unfold on their own.

Interference never helps.

- People in that situation are
never in their right minds.

- My mind was completely
clear about Edwin Clarke.

You should never have
interfered between him and me,

you drove him away.

- Aha, so you were willing to go traipsing

all over the world with
that shiftless dreamer.

Believe me, Sara, if I hadn't intervened,

she'd probably be next to
your mother in the churchyard,

six feet under.

- Hetty, don't fill the
child's head with nonsense.

Sara, some things have
to be left to providence.

- There are times when providence

needs a little human intervention.

(somber music)

Thank you, Sara.

All right, off to bed now.

- Aunt Hetty.

- Yes.

- You know when you said those things

about human intervention?

- Yes.

- Well, if you had a friend,

not really a friend, but
someone who you had met,

and you thought that they might be

slightly frightened about a situation,

and you knew that there was
something that you could do

to not really help them, but
to cause something to happen

that the lady, that the
friend wouldn't do themselves.

Do you think it's best to
do what the heart says,

or let divine providence help out instead?

- Oh Sara, providence isn't just there

to help us out of any little difficulty.

Providence helps those
who help themselves.

Does that answer your question?

- Yes, Aunt Hetty, thank you.

I know exactly what to do now.

- You must always come to
me with your problems, Sara.

- I will.

Thank you.

Good night.

- Hmm.

(somber music)

(rooster crows)

(birds chirping)

(rooster crows)

(dog barking)

(Duncan whistling)

(Duncan singing)

- [Sara] Excuse me, Mr. McTavish?

- My goodness, child, you gave me a scare.

Now what can I do for you
so early this morning?

- Mr. McTavish, my name is Sara Stanley

and I've come to talk to you about

a most important matter of the heart.

It concerns a lady by the
name of Marilla Cuthbert.

- Marilla Cuthbert?

- You can't have
completely blocked her name

out of your memory.

- What on heaven's Earth are
you talking about, young lady?

- Please go and see her
before you leave Avonlea.

I beg you.

- And I beg you to tell
me what this is all about.

- But Miss Cuthbert told me all about you.

You were her beau.

You met in Blakely, New
Brunswick, many years ago.

Don't you remember?

- Young lady, I am sure I don't know

what you're talking about.

- Excuse me, I couldn't help overhearing.

Do you mean to say
you're not from Blakely?

- [Duncan] No, St. John.

- Well, isn't that interesting?

That's not what Marilla Cuthbert said.

- Who is this Marilla Cuthbert?

I would like somebody to
tell me what's going on!

- I'm not one to spread
idle gossip, Mr. McTavish,

but I'm surprised the story hasn't already

reached your ears, the whole
town's been talking about it

since the day you arrived.

- I have no idea what they
would have to talk about.

I don't know a soul in this town.

But I do know that I am not going to allow

my name to be slandered once again.

The old gossips in the last
one-horse town I was in

had me in cahoots with
the minister's wife!

Once that untruth spread,
my stand was empty.

No business.

What is wrong with you people?

Is there so little going
on in your own little lives

that you have to fall on a stranger

and assassinate his character?

Now where does this Marilla Cuthbert live?

- Come back here.

Where does she live?

- I'll be glad to tell you
where Marilla Cuthbert lives.

(sighs)

- [Duncan] Good.

(serene music)

(birds chirping)

(frantic knocking)

- For mercy's sake,
child, what do you want?

- Oh, Miss Cuthbert, I'm
sorry to disturb you,

but I must speak to you.

I've just done the most awful thing.

I didn't mean it to be, but it--

(sighs)

- Calm yourself down.

Now, you tell me what you did.

- I thought I was helping.

I went to Duncan McTavish
and I told him your story,

and, and,

oh, Miss Cuthbert.

(sighs)

- If there's one thing we
can be sure of in this life,

it's that if you do
wrong, you'll be punished

some way, somehow, some time.

What did he say?

- Miss Cuthbert, I don't
think he remembers you.

And he acted as if he'd
never heard of you before

in his entire life.

What I think is worse is what
Mrs. Potts is going to say.

- Mrs. Potts was there?

Oh, Lord.

Sara, I am more of an old
foolish woman than you know.

- Marilla, there's a
gentleman here to see you.

- What sort of gentleman?

- It's none but Duncan
McTavish, that's what,

and he's mad as a hornet!

- Tell him I'll be there directly.

- Oh Miss Cuthbert, I'm so sorry.

It's all my fault.

- Little girls.

- [Duncan] Miss Cuthbert?

- Yes?

- Need I introduce myself?

- Would you mind if we
stepped into the garden?

It's less stuffy there.

- I suppose so, yes.

(bird cawing)

- Now look here, Miss Cuthbert.

Apparently some tale is
circulating all over Avonlea,

unbeknownst to me, and I am
to get at the bottom of it.

I would like to know what on
God's Earth gave you the right

to tell people that we
were involved in some way?

You know what this has
done to my business?

I wondered at the large
crowds and no sales.

Now I see I'm just the object of curiosity

of some tongue-waggling old...

(somber music)

I feel quite foolish.

Just by looking at you I can tell

you're not the type of
person to make up stories.

This is not the first time
I've been the victim of gossip.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry I bothered you.

I'll leave.

- No, please.

I don't want you leaving
without knowing the truth.

- Well, doesn't that just beat all?

Trust a Methodist to change his mind.

- I have a confession to make.

I did tell those stories, but
at the time I wasn't aware

that a Duncan McTavish existed.

- I don't understand.

- You see, in a small place like Avonlea,

it's very difficult to
have anything of your own.

Everyone knows all about everyone else,

so therefore, everyone
knows that Marilla Cuthbert

has never been the object
anyone's affection.

- Please, you don't have to tell me this.

- Yes, I want you to understand.

I have no idea what possessed me.

Pride, I suppose, but,

I did make you up.

I created a beau for the
ladies of the sewing circle.

My favorite name has always been Duncan,

and what should my eyes light upon

but an advertisement for
McTavish's Porous Plasters.

It wasn't right for me
to tell such a tale,

but how would anyone
suppose that there was

a real Duncan McTavish?

I've never heard of such a coincidence.

(Duncan laughing)

(both laughing)

- Well, I'm not a Methodist,
so our way is clear.

It's time we made up that
old quarrel, don't you think?

- Well Mr. McTavish, I'm
grateful for your understanding.

- In fact, I have just
thought of a wonderful way

to still the tongues of all
those sewing circle buzzards.

(serene music)

- Well, Mr. McTavish,
I'm superstitions enough

to believe that two
wrongs don't make a right.

But,

I don't see what harm it could do.

- I'm glad you agree.

Till Sunday, then.

- Oh Marilla.

How can you ever forgive me?

I doubted your word.

I admit that.

I thought I knew everything
about you there was to know.

And I was wrong.

But I'm not one that can't
own up to making a mistake.

You should throw me out
of the house this minute.

Duncan McTavish was your beau.

I realize that now.

- He was nothing of the sort.

I met him today for the very first time.

And Sara, now you understand
why you must never lie.

Because you will always regret it.

Rachel, my dear good friend.

I'm sorry.

(mischievous music)

- My lips are sealed, Mrs. Lynde.

(people chattering)

- Rachel.

I suppose you heard of my
meeting with Duncan McTavish,

and it wasn't about Porous Plasters.

- I heard, Mrs. Potts.

- I never gave credence to
Marilla's story and I never will.

- Mrs. Potts, it's gossips like you

that give women a bad name.

Why don't you open your
eyes and close your mouth?

- Whoa!

Allow me, Miss Cuthbert.

- Thank you, Mr. McTavish.

- Fine day, isn't it?

- One to remember.

(chuckles)

(clicks tongue)

- Well, you're never too
old to tell a lie, Sara,

or keep a secret.

- There, you see, I knew it all the time.

Marilla Cuthbert's the soul of honesty.

- Oh, and it's so
romantic, I could just die.

- What was that all about?

- Oh, nothing.

Just that it's so nice
that Duncan McTavish

and Marilla Cuthbert got together.

See, isn't it wonderful?

- I don't know why you
look so smug, Sara Stanley.

It's not as if you were responsible.

They were bound to get
together, no matter what.

- Maybe.

Maybe not.

- I heard that they had a secret meeting

and Mr. McTavish proposed.

- Well, people say that
Marilla turned him down

because her love for Green
Gables is much stronger.

- Sara, isn't that just
the most romantic thing

you ever heard?

- Don't believe everything you see, girls,

and only half of what you hear.

(serene music)

(insects chirping)

(loon wailing)

(dramatic music)