All language subtitles for The House of Eliott s01e02

I'm going.

I may be late this evening. Our last
appointment's not before five.

All right.

I'll wake Papa.

Oh, come, Miss B.

I haven't time to look at it now, Molly.

Mostly Bill.

I'll take it.

Oh, Molly, you won't forget to talk to
the co -merchant, will you? You leave

to me, Miss B.

I've been doing their washing for free
since his wife was took poorly.

She's so lucky.

I still don't know why Mr. Arthur
wouldn't let you take that job at the

academy. Because he wants to wrap me up
in a horrid, boring little cocoon like

Father did.

You'll find something.

Right, I'm off.

Goodbye, Eagle.

Goodbye. Goodbye, Molly.

Remember me to Mr.

Maddox, won't you?

It's as much as I can do to make him
remember his client.

Are you bitter?

Good morning, Mr. Maddox.

I hadn't expected you to be here
already.

I stayed the night. I was working late.
It didn't seem worth going home.

What a nasty, suspicious mind you have.

I didn't say a word.

You didn't need to. My nanny used to
give me looks like that when she thought

I'd been pinching sweets.

And had you?

Yes.

But I'm sorry to disappoint you in this
case. It was not an illicit marshmallow.

It was only my sister Penelope.

She blew in, flogged me some tickets for
a charity ball, downed a quick blast,

and then shot off to some meeting for
emancipated vagrants.

Or was it homeless feminists?

She can quite have shined that little
sister of yours, old pen.

She wants to involve her in some charity
work. What Evangeline needs is paid

work. It looks like her. She should go
on the stage.

I can see Arthur allowing that.

Now, your first client is due in an
hour.

Lady Cravenhurst for the Illustrated
London News.

Her gown was delivered yesterday.

She's bringing her own dresser.

Might I suggest, Mr. Maddox, that you go
and tidy yourself up now?

Then we can go through the rest of the
day's appointments before she arrives.

Yes, Nanny.

My dearest Henry.

I am sorry to write to you at your home.

I know I promised that I never would,
but as you have not visited me for some

while, I'm afraid that something may be
wrong.

Please come as soon as possible as I
need to speak to you.

Ever your affectionate, Lavinia.

Lady Cravenhurst. As magnificent as
ever. The same flatterer as ever.

No, I mean it. Give me a woman in her
prime any day rather than some vapid

debutante. It's the difference between
an unopened bud... And a full -blown

rose.

What have you done to the place, Jack?
Do I detect a woman's touch?

Yes, with a whip in it.

Your gown is hanging in the dressing
room, Lady Cravenheart. Thank you. Has

dresser arrived yet? Not yet.

Oh, that's too bad.

She was given strict instructions to be
here by ten o 'clock.

Traffic's the very devil these days.

There are still alterations to be done.

Perhaps I can help.

Good idea.

Look, if she doesn't show up, Beatrice
can take her place. She's used to that

sort of thing. Really?

My sister and I make all our own
clothes.

Oh, is that so?

May I offer some tea or coffee?

Oh, how kind. Tea, please.

China? Of course.

Where did you find her, Jack?

I have always considered Lord Leverhulme
to be more than a little unbalanced.

Who else but a madman would mutilate his
own portrait?

Even one by Augustus John.

Lady Cravenhurst, would you care to move
your head slightly to the left?

There.

He simply snipped out the head,
apparently, because the rest wouldn't

his face.

I still know.

Before we snip off your head.

Splendid. Marvellous.

And then he returned the rest of the
portrait to Augustus's studio.

Mad as a hatter.

I suppose if you make your fortune in
soap, it's bound to turn your brain a

little frothy.

Oh, just one more, Lady Cravenhurst.

Smile.

Think, er... Think radiant.

That's it.

Yes.

Marvellous. Well, I think we've got some
good ones, Anne.

May I descend from my throne? Allow me.

Beatrice, Lady Cravenhurst is ready to
change.

That girl is a treasure, even though her
clothes are a little bizarre.

I hope you appreciate her, Jack. Oh,
yes. I know gold when I see it.

The piece of chiffon was an inspiration,
my dear. I am glad you liked it.

Tell me, my dear, do you ever have time
to make clothes for other people?

If I am unable to, my sister can.

Yes?

Mr. Arthur to see you, Miss Evie.

Hello, Evangeline. Arthur!

What's the matter?

Thank you, Molly.

I was seeing a client out this way. I
thought I'd call in.

You're not wearing trousers?

Yes. Made from some clothes my father's
returned.

I sincerely hope you don't intend to
wear them beyond these four warts.

Of course not, Arthur.

Um, please excuse the mess. I was
clearing out his desk.

Oh, that's another reason I'm here.

To collect the rest of his papers. I
fear that the date is going to take some

while to wind up.

There's still certain matters to look
into.

Arthur? Yes?

Those clothes we found.

I was wondering whether you knew
anything about them.

Where he might have worn them.

Well, Uncle Henry had a position to keep
up.

But they weren't the type of clothes he
would have worn to a medical conference.

They weren't the type he would have worn
entertaining.

Naturally, he required a good wardrobe.

But you don't suppose that...
Supposition gets one nowhere.

But I was just thinking... It's foolish
to indulge in it.

Be a sensible girl now.

Forget all that.

There's no point worrying your pretty
little head any more than you need.

You're right, I suppose.

I'll just find a box to put the paper
in.

I'll leave you to lock up, Beatrice.

I'm off to see pretty Peggy.

A new show at the Prince's. Now, you
needn't give me your nanny cast -out

Don't forget you have an early
appointment tomorrow.

You've promised you'd fit in Mrs. Gordon
-Blythe. Oh.

And with the weekly accounts to go
through first.

Yes, nanny.

Good night, then. Good night, Mr.
Maddox.

Oh, stop this Mr.

Maddox business. Call me Jack, for
goodness sake.

Are you sure you wouldn't prefer Master
Jack?

Oh.

Before you go.

My trial month is up tomorrow.

Will you wish me to continue?

You're such a mutt. You know perfectly
well I couldn't manage without you now.

You mean it's official?

He's offered you the job permanently?

Yes. Bee, that's wonderful.

Pity he couldn't have done it with more
grace. He's such a boorish man.

He didn't seem like that to me. You have
only met him once. You should try

working for him.

I wish I could.

Or anyone.

You're doing marvellous work here, Evie.
I love this design.

I just wish I could have a proper job.

Oh, you will one day.

I'm sure of that.

Sometimes I wish I was Molly.

At least she can go to the pictures once
a week.

And dancing.

We will go out, I promise.

Just as soon as we get ourselves
straight financially.

I might ask for a pay rise now the job's
been confirmed.

Do you think you should?

Why not? I'm worth it.

I'm doing the work of three people.

Secretary, receptionist, nursemaid. To
say nothing of interior designer. I have

transformed that studio.

You remember the pigsty wall? Well, you
should see it now.

I'd love to. Of course you're right to
be concerned, Arthur.

An impressionable girl like Evangeline
should be kept in check.

Trousers today.

Lord knows what tomorrow.

When one hears what some of these...

Creatures get up to brazen young things
with no sense of modesty. The backless

dress has much to answer for.

Indeed.

I hear that Lady Haycock is quite
demented about Daphne.

One cannot open a magazine without
seeing her making an exhibition of

some nightclub.

And she was such a sweet child.

Which is why I thought sewing was a good
idea.

I'm sorry, dear?

Sewing. For Evangeline.

It would bring in more money. After all,
Beatrice's salary alone is hardly

sufficient.

And it would keep her at home.

Out of trouble.

True.

I'll try to find her some jobs myself.
She could copy that Moliner jacket I

bought at Mrs.

Partini's. You could recommend her to
your friends.

Only the very closest ones.

Gifted as Evangeline is, She is not a
trained dressmaker.

Come on there.

Yes.

Come in.

Who's Angeline?

Hello. Oh, nice to see you. Beatrice
said you might pop in. I just wanted to

the changes she'd made.

Oh, and I thought it was me you'd come
to see.

Voila.

Only thing she hasn't managed to reform
yet is the boss.

It's marvellous.

Where is she?

Oh, she's out.

She went to choose some fabrics for some
new back cloth.

Another of her brain waves.

Oh, I'd better go, then. Oh, no, do
stay.

But I'm interrupting your work.

What could be a more pleasant
interruption?

Do you know, I do declare you're even
prettier than when I last saw you.

You must let me take your photograph
sometime.

Champagne? No, thank you. Don't you like
it? I don't know. Father never let us

drink alcohol.

Except at Christmas.

You really are adorable.

Anyone here?

Any one person that could be. Penelope
always had good timing.

Hello, old pen.

I have brought you a pre -publication
copy of the latest Fabian tract.

Scandal of the Poor Law. Thank you very
much.

Good old pen, always trying to convert
me to theory at all.

Easy. Hello.

I was going to telephone you.

Do you remember that woman you
befriended, the one who collapsed in the

Mrs. Watkins?

Yes. Well, I'm visiting them again
tomorrow.

I thought you might like to come too.

Hang on, Charlie, old chap. Wait a tick.

Nightly, Violet, and I'll catch you each
a slice.

What's that bit?

How are you, Mrs Watkins?

Tired.

She never gets no restaurant with a baby
and all.

We've brought some tea.

Would you like a cup?

You'll be lucky.

We've got no coal for the fire.

We're going to have to do something
about fuel.

The miners do strike. Prices will drop
even more.

Oh, careful, Miss. Don't dirty that or
they'll flame you alive.

Don't worry.

Where did you learn to do such beautiful
embroidery?

Always been good with her hands to me.

Well, I hope they pay you properly for
this.

This jacket would cost a fortune in the
shops. Of course they don't. She

receives a pittance.

It is flagrant exploitation.

Don't you agree?

Yes, I do.

And who will be the first to do this? Is
the mind of these guys?

People like the rockers.

And then the advertisers have achieved
something when someone suggested play

like them.

And there are people even worse off.

I thought the workhouses had been done
away with.

Only renamed.

The new institutions are every bit as
bad, and the relief payments are

inadequate as ever.

So much for the Royal Commission.

It seems so awful when people are living
like that.

To worry about one's own stupid little
problems.

Well, at least it may be possible to
solve one.

No, the only way we're ever going to be
able to help those in real need is by

getting rid of the poor Lord.

Is something worrying you, then?

No.

No, it's nothing to worry about.

Come on.

Let's have it.

Of course, Mrs. Ferguson.

I will arrange for the photograph to be
delivered to you tomorrow.

I hope your husband will be pleased with
them.

Oh, yes.

An excellent likeness.

I will.

Goodbye, Mrs. Farquharson.

Dickens, are you?

Mr. Maddox was receptionist.

Jack didn't tell me he had a
receptionist. He must be totally

true. Thick -making.

How did you buy that?

I didn't.

Made it myself.

Would you like to make an appointment,
Miss... Haycock.

Daphne.

No, never make appointments. Just blow
in.

Do you smoke?

No. How can you bear not to? I'd die
without a gasper. In the studio, is he?

I'm afraid he's out.

I'm not boring on him.

He will be back later.

May I give him a message?

Would you be a darling?

Tell him there's a romp at Pussy
Bainbridge's on Saturday and he

come.

I say, I do like that.

It was one of my father's dress shirts.

What a deevy idea.

Why didn't my dressmaker think of it?

Arrivederci, then.

Give Jack a big kiss from me.

And tell him we're all to go savages.

Born this?

Yes. He often went there on medical
conferences.

Oh, that's what he told us.

So you think that this Mrs. Pierce was
his mistress?

She might have been.

I wouldn't mind. Father must have been
very lonely after Mother died.

But if she was, I'd like to meet her.

What does Beatrice say?

She doesn't know.

Not about the letter.

I didn't want to upset her.

She's so bitter about Father.

She just wants to forget all about him.

But you don't.

I never knew my mother.

Bea has her to remember.

Father was my only parent.

And now I feel as if...

I didn't know him, either.

I thought perhaps Mrs. Pierce could tell
me what he was really like.

Well, go ahead, then.

Contact her.

You've got a right to know.

A day in the country.

Mm.

Felape thought it would make a pleasant
change.

Where are you going?

We haven't quite decided yet.

Do you want the three buttons on the
cuff, same as the Molineux?

Please.

I suppose we're doing right in letting
you be friends with the Maddox girl.

She is very well connected, Aunt Lydia.
But her parents are Fabians. She knows

so much.

I wish I'd gone to a school like hers.

She even studied ancient Greek.

Ancient Greek is for blue stockings. A
pretty young girl like you should manage

more than adequately without it.

Well, let us hope that through the
Maddoxes you may meet a suitable young

I should so like you to marry well,
Evangeline.

When I marry, I shall marry for love.

Yes, of course.

Just be sure to fall in love with
someone out of the right drawer.

A good marriage can transform one's
life.

Which making dresses, however
proficiently, certainly will not.

Thank goodness.

That's the most damn awful hang of them.

I'm trying to sleep it off.

Do you mean that's all?

All.

You have obviously never suffered a head
like this.

I thought you had been in an accident.

Do you realise you have missed two
appointments?

I'm sure you managed to smooth things
over for me.

Yes, I did. By lying and cajoling and
rearranging half next week's diary.

Well, that's all right then.

Mr. Maddox. Don't start Mr.

Maddoxing me again, please.

I think it is high time you took your
work more seriously.

I'm not surprised you have a hangover.
No doubt you spent another evening

gadding about at some nightclub or some
ridiculous romp until all hours. Well,

that's where you're wrong, isn't it? If
you must know, I spent last night with

my best friend who was rotting to death
from his war wounds.

And you must be Clarissa.

Would you care to take a seat?

Mr. Maddox will be ready for you in a
moment.

Nearly there.

Nervous?

Perhaps I should have ridden first.

No.

You'd have given her the opportunity of
refusing to see you.

She still might do that.

Not if you put your foot firmly in the
door.

What are you waiting for?

Good afternoon.

Are you Mrs Pierce?

Well, this is number 17.

Yes, but old Mr Pritchard lives here.

I'm his housekeeper.

Oh,

well, wait a minute, though. There was a
lady who lived here previous.

Yes, I believe her name was Pierce.

That was seven years ago.

Would Mr Pritchard have her address?

I doubt it. Not after all this time.

Well... Could we speak to him, please?
No, Miss. He's away in Bristol, visiting

his sister.

Well, is there anyone else you might
know her current whereabouts?

Not as I know of.

They say she's kept herself to herself.

If I leave my address, would you ask Mr
Pritchard when he returns?

It's very important.

I thought you might like a black coffee.

God knows what these photographs will be
like. My eyesight is not at its best.

You can tell, Mrs Troughton, it's all
the rage to have photographs out of

Jack.

I'm sorry I snarled at you earlier.

I'm sorry about your friend.

We were at school together.

And then Oxford, same regiment.

Did our first stretch in the trenches
together.

I can't actually remember life without
Hugh.

Was he in a hospital?

No, he's in one of those godforsaken
institutions where they put people who

won't oblige them by dying quickly
enough.

Each time it's worse.

For Hugh as well as for me.

And of course he can't go out and get
plastered afterwards.

All I want to do now is forget the war.

Every hideous moment of it.

That's why I trip the light fantastic
the way I do. When I'm on my own, I

to look back and...

You wouldn't understand.

Oh, yes, I do.

I understand all about needing to forget
the past.

When we stood there outside the cottage,
I could imagine him in all his finery,

walking up the path, perhaps stopping on
the way to pluck a finger

row.

What a priceless little romantic you
are.

Mind you...

Being someone's mistress would be a
downside better than being his wife.

Not if you marry the right person, sure.

The right person would soon become the
wrong person.

No, marriage is simply slavery to those
women.

My father barely existed for me when I
was small.

He was Saul's mother.

He was just a stern face behind the
times, a shadow on the stairs.

Then she died.

When Evangeline was born?

She'd been warned not to have another.

She'd had several miscarriages before.

But he desperately wanted a son.

Still, she had the last laugh. She left
him with two daughters on his hands.

How old were you then?

Twelve.

Old enough to help with the babies.

I hated her at first. I blamed her for
what happened to Mother.

Oh, but you can't hate Evie for long.

No. She's adorable.

I'm so like Mother.

Sometimes I look at her now that she's
older and it's almost as if... Still,

going to make damn sure she's a better
life than Mother did.

Tell me about you and Penelope.

What was your childhood like?

A lot of chaos.

My parents were botanists.

We never knew where we were going to be
living from one year's end to the next.

We spent most of our holes on our knees
in outlandish places, looking for plants

with long Latin names. How wonderful.

And then when we got back to England, it
was the human condition that was under

the microscope.

The house was always full of reformers
and Pankhursts.

Endless pamphlets.

Put me on politics for life.

Never mind.

Penelope makes up for us both.

Have you ever thought of getting
married?

You can't put the world's rights with a
harness around your neck.

You need to get the physical thing out
of your system, though.

You mean you've... Have you, Penelope?

I thought I might be missing out on
something if I didn't.

Who with?

Jack Pedro from the war.

What was it like?

I mean, I know what actually happens. I
read it in one of Father's medical

books.

But what was it actually like?

Nothing to write home about.

No, sex, like marriage, is a man's game.

It needn't be, though, need it?

Not according to that book of Mary
Stokes you let me read.

And how many men are likely to read
that?

Why has your brother Jack never married?

I mean, he hasn't had much time.

What with the war and things.

He ought to settle down now, though.

Mind you, I pity the poor girl who gets
him.

It would be absolute murder to live with
him.

I'll clear up, Jack.

You go home.

Have an early night.

What do you and Evangeline do in the
evening?

Nothing much.

We eat, sew, read occasionally.

Sounds not very exciting. It's what
we're used to.

What about friends?

We haven't any.

Father didn't encourage them. Not the
thought we'd have liked.

You sound a frightful hilljoy, your
father.

A hilljoy and a hypocrite.

After his death, I discovered he'd had a
string of mistresses.

Even before Mother died.

Evie doesn't know, and I don't want her
to.

It would upset her too much.

My lips are sealed.

Don't I think... I think it's high time
the Elliot sisters had some fun.

I would love to see Diane later. Where
on earth have you been?

Well, you know where was Penelope.

Till this hour?

We missed the train and had to wait for
the next one. Train?

Where did you go?

Does it matter?

Yes, it does. This is no time to come
in.

For heaven's sake, you're beginning to
sound like Arthur.

Arthur may be your guardian, but you
still live with me.

You knew who I was with.

Was that why you're in such a bait?

Don't be so ridiculous.

Janelle, if he's hardly the sort of
person who would lead me astray... Well,

since I scarcely know her, I must take
your word for it. You're jealous. You

don't like me having a friend, do you?
Of course I don't mind you having a

friend.

But I do mind you coming in at all
hours. I was worried.

Oh, Bea.

That's not Coral.

I'm sorry.

Am I forgiven?

I'm not sure.

I might have to punish you.

By not allowing you to go to the party.

Party? What party?

The one Jack Maddox has invited us to.

Jack Maddox has invited us to a party?

And bringing a friend to make up the
numbers.

Bee, that's wonderful.

Well, I didn't particularly want to go
myself, but... Well, it will be a good

opportunity for us to show off our
clothes.

What clothes?

The amazing creations we're going to
conjure up between now and Saturday.

Oh, I wish we'd time to throw this on
properly. And this netting. It was a

miracle we had time to finish it all. I
just pray it doesn't fall off.

I'm telling Watkins to help her. You
know that girl I told you about?

She looks gorgeous.

Are you here, Miss B?

Oh, help! They've arrived!

Ever so handsome, isn't he? Jack Maddox?
He looks just like Douglas Fairbank.

What about his friend? Who does he look
like?

Rudolph Valentino?

Oh, no, Miss.

He's more like Fatty Arbuckle.

Both of you.

Let me introduce Peregrine Garstone,
commonly known as Piggy. On account of

neat feet.

And allow me to present Miss Beatrice
and Miss Evangeline Elliot.

How do you do? Hello.

Hello. How do you do?

Well, Beatrice, shall we lead the way?

The moment we start.

First thing we had to collect was the
cap off the commissionaire at the Ritz.

You should have seen his face.

Then we had to pinch Peasman's helmet.

Robbie Fairfax was all interested.

It was too funny for words.

Oh.

Who were they?

Two women who'd just come in with Jack
Maddox. Well, I think Jack would have

gone away with it, but unfortunately
he'd forgotten the one on his cloud.

Oh, why didn't I think of wearing
something like that? Look at this boring

chiffon. Who are they?

How do you know?

They're, in fact, their distant cousins.

I wonder why everyone in the room seems
to be staring at me.

Must be the cut of your suit, Piggy.

Cheers. Cheers.

Beatrice. Gretchen. Arthur.

What on earth are you doing here?

Same as you, I imagine.

May I introduce Jack Maddox? How do you
do?

How do you do?

Peregrine Garstin. Hello. Hello.

With Arthur Elliot, our second cousin,
and Evangeline's guardian.

What a chance.

Yeah!

Oh,

there's your mystery guest.

Don't tell me you made that yourself.

Yes, I did, with my sister's help. Oh,
too thick -making. I can't even do cross

-stitch. Well, I wouldn't have thought
that matter, didn't you tend to wear

rather less than a stitch?

May I introduce my sister, Evangeline.

And this is Arthur Elliot. Arthur, this
is Daphne Higgins. We've known each

other for donkey of years.

He used to pull my pigtails when I was
little.

Sins will find your eyes.

Hello, Daphne. Got a cigarette, anybody?
I'm gasping for one.

Thank you.

Why didn't you tell me you had such levy
cutlery?

I'm sorry. We'll tell you all about it
again.

It's my fault. I'm used to leading.

We can always swap around.

I'd favor not to.

You won't know this one. We'll sit it
out. But I do.

You

didn't

learn that from him.

No. From Molly, our maid.

Something for my coming out, darling.

Something that won't be like everyone
else's greasy old ball gown.

Well, I'm sure we could.

If you'd care to contact me at Jack
Madden's with Judah, then we could

meeting.

I'll do that.

Speak to you at the address.

What on earth were you doing allowing
Evangeline to make an exhibition of

herself like that? Don't be so stuffy,
Arthur. Why shouldn't she have some fun

kind of change?

One thing, you're still supposed to be
in mourning. You shouldn't even be here.

And what about you? Aren't you supposed
to be in mourning too?

Our host is the client. I was obliged to
put her in the period.

Just as well I did too.

You obviously cannot be relied upon to
chaperone your sister.

Where is she now?

Evangeline? She's taking cocaine
upstairs.

Beatrice, you faithfully promised me the
next dance.

Sorry to drag her away.

I thought you might need rescuing.

Yes, I did. Thank you.

Where is he?

What

are

you thinking about?

Coal.

All those lights blazing away in there.

We're supposed to be saving fuel.

I can see Penn's been getting at you.

It does seem awful when some people
can't even afford to boil a kettle.

What a delightful mixture you are.

Don't ever change, will you?

Oh, but I want to change.

I want to learn all the things I've
never learned.

I want to find a job.

I want to help the poor.

I want to have my hair cut short like
Daphne Haycock.

Don't you dare.

You must never cut your hair.

It must look so beautiful.

Spread out on a pillow.

I still can't get over it.

Carrying on like that in a public place.

I thought you said they were in the
conservatory.

If I could see them, so could anyone
else.

A little kiss at a party hardly
constitutes a major scandal, Arthur.

It might have led to one if I hadn't
intervened. And Jack Maddox would be a

good catch for a girl in Evangeline's
position.

How on earth can you say that, Mother?

He's the up -and -coming photographer.

He has quite a reputation, you know.

Yes. As a woman, either.

At least he's not a Fabian like his
parents.

So you'd rather Evangeline were ravaged
than politicised? I doubt the choice is

as drastic as that.

I do think you're making rather too much
of this, dear.

I'm not having that swine chasing after
her.

I am her guardian, remember?

As long as that is your only reason.

Of course it is.

Good.

Have you seen my prayer book?

Uncle Henry entrusted her to my care.

What concerns me far more than Jack
Maddox's amorous advances is her getting

with Daphne Haycock's crowd. That could
ruin her reputation.

She must be kept in check.

Yes.

But I'm not sure that keeping her at
home is the best solution.

With Beatrice at work all day,
Evangeline could be off anywhere with

Perhaps I should have a word with Mrs.

Partini.

Who?

Mrs. Partini, my dressmaker.

About whose bills you're always
complaining?

She sometimes takes on young
apprentices.

I'm sorry, Guv. Miss Elliot is out on an
errand for Mr.

Maddox.

I don't know, Guv. She could be out all
day.

All right, all right, come on. I'll tell
her if I see her.

Oh,

no.

He telephoned twice yesterday.

Telephone him as soon as possible.

He pretended I was a handyman and that
you were out indefinitely.

Oh, two more inquiries about dresses.

Lady Winthrop and the Honourable
Gwendolyn Povey, who might have fired

Elliot sisters to make look anything
more than a landed whale.

Numbers are down now.

Thank you.

I must say, I'm beginning to wonder who
is whose receptionist.

I'm sorry, but it was your idea. We used
the party as a shop window.

Yes, well, little did I know what I was
letting myself in for.

The ladies field at 11, and they get
things ready.

It was a marvellous evening, Jack. Thank
you.

What do you think of Piggy?

He was fun.

Can be lethal, too, you know.

Was in the Royal Flying Corps. Shot down
more jerrys than Daphne Haycock's had

cigarettes. Piggy?

That's what everyone thought.

But when pigs do fly... What do you
think of this drink?

Not bad.

Thank you.

Perhaps I should ring off. I shouldn't
bother.

There'll only be some lecture about not
letting Evangeline fall prey to

lecherous photographers.

You have a point, Jack.

One chaste little kiss? Oh, I don't care
about Arthur, but I do care about Evie.

She's been wandering around like Juliet
after the balcony scene ever since.

Ah.

I know you flirt with everyone in sight,
but she takes you seriously.

I don't want her to be hurt.

There's a letter for you, Miss Lee.

Just coming from second post.

From Bournemouth.

Thank you, Molly.

I'm sorry, Beatrice, it'll not wait
until tomorrow. I wish to see you and

Evangeline here in my office this
afternoon.

Then you will have to request time off.

No, it's not. I've already expressed my
feelings on that matter.

It concerns your father's estate.

Not on the telephone, no.

Let's say three o 'clock, shall we?

I'll leave you to inform Evangeline.

The Elliot house?

Yes.

Oh, it's you, Miss B.

Well, no, you can't. She's gone out.

I don't know. She didn't say.

Well, I don't understand it.

She said she'd be working flat out on
ideas for Babs Carew.

Penn's probably wished her off
somewhere. Well, I wish she wouldn't.

She'll have to go and see Arthur on my
own now.

Why couldn't he have told me what it was
on the telephone instead of leaving me

worrying?

Mrs. Pierce?

Yes.

I'm Evangeline Elliot.

Poor Henry.

I knew something must have happened when
he stopped coming to see me.

I'm sorry you had to find out like this.

At least I've met you now.

I always wanted to meet you and
Beatrice, but of course it was not

How long had you and my father known
each other?

25 years.

A quarter of a century.

You met while Mother was still alive.

Oh, it wasn't that he didn't love her.

He was always a dutiful husband.

But Henry... I was a young widow.

It suited us both.

He bought me the cottage in Bournemouth.

When my mother died, why didn't he marry
me?

Don't think I didn't try to persuade
him, for the boy's sake.

But he was always so concerned about his
reputation.

The boy?

Yes.

We had a son.

Your half -brother, he'd be.

I'm sorry, my dear. I didn't mean to let
it out like that.

It's the shock of it all.

How old is he?

Twenty -four now.

A fine young man.

There's a look of Henry about him.

Henry when I first knew him.

There he is at 13, when he first went to
his public school, rugby.

He went to rugby, then up to Cambridge.

Henry insisted.

He always said, my son is going to have
the best education that money will buy,

and to hell with his daughter.

Well, Prince Evangeline does not appear
to be joining us, in spite of your

marriage.

I can only imagine she'll have gone to
show her designs to perhaps Carew.

I'd better proceed without her. You said
it was a matter of grave importance.

Yes.

I'm afraid you must deal yourself,
Beatrice, and try not to become

Things are even worse than we thought.

I heard from another of your father's so
-called stockbrokers this morning.

Seems that some years back, Uncle Henry
bought stock on credit, giving the deeds

of the house their security.

The debt has only been partially
redeemed.

What exactly does that mean?

It means that your home is two -thirds
mortgaged.

Evangeline.

Well, come and join us, darling.

The more, the merrier.

Hello?