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I've been through everything else. That looks really nice.

Would Aunt Lydia approve?

Does that matter? Well, she did get me the job.

Well, she'd want you to have some breakfast.

I couldn't.

My very first job.

A warm drink.

I feel as if my chest is full of fluttering birds.

Well, don't they deserve some toast?

Wish me luck.

I'm Evangeline Elliot.

Yes? Miss Parthian is expecting me.

Good

morning,

ma 'am. Good morning.

I, uh, didn't make an appointment.

What did Miss Elliot say?

Miss Evangeline.

Oh, she's gone to work.

Miss Beatrice isn't still here.

Would you like to come this way?

Thank you.

Very nice.

First you use your eyes, your ears and your legs. This is the way to learn.

Yes. Your mouth, not at all.

You watch, you listen, you run around where you are told, you make yourself

useful to my seamstresses.

Maybe we use your hands, we'll see.

Lady Lydia, she says you sew very nicely.

You taught yourself?

We, my sister and I, we had a governess. Oh, an amateur, hopeless.

We will see what we can make of you, Miss Elliot.

You expect to be paid?

Well, naturally, I would. Yes or no, Miss Elliot?

Why the English cannot talk about money open?

Yes.

Please.

You know, of course, there are hundreds, no, thousands of young girls like you

looking for work.

I would not expect a lot. Expect nothing, Miss Elliot. Then you will be

pleasantly surprised. Follow me.

I'm Beatrice Elliot.

I'm sorry it is so bleak in here. We don't use this room very often.

Interesting. I believe Father picked it up on one of his trips.

Did Molly show you the breakfast room?

Breakfast room?

It could easily be converted into a rather cosy study.

Would you like to see it?

I'm all right here.

Forgive me, haven't you come about the house? In a manner of speaking.

Well, then, if you'd like to follow me, I'm afraid I soon have to leave for

work. You misunderstand, Miss Elliot.

I don't want to buy the house.

Didn't your sister tell you about me?

This is Miss Elliot.

Now then, oh.

I think we can start like this.

The floor.

No, no, no, no, no.

Small.

Otherwise all the dust goes on the dress.

You.

You and my father.

I was very fond of him, as a matter of fact.

A kind man.

Generous. To his mistress, perhaps.

When did you last see my father, Mrs. Pierce?

Six months ago.

Or was it seven?

Of course, I never put myself forward.

Nevertheless, he led me to believe I would be remembered.

Why have you come here, Mrs. Pierce?

Surely he made some provision.

There is no mention of you in his will, I promise you.

Miss Elliot, I don't live like this.

Neither shall we for much longer.

Then why did your sister come to see me?

My sister came to see you? Yes.

You must agree that I'm old at the very least. I think I would very much like

you to leave.

And what about our son?

He's owed his share.

Your son?

Your half -brother.

24 years old.

He's entitled to something, isn't he?

That's the law.

Mr. Maddox, the studio.

Oh, good morning, Mr. Garston.

All right, good morning, Piggy.

Is it?

Well, you always cheer me up.

Now, what can I do for you?

Yes. Oh, yes, of course that can be arranged.

Yes, well, I know Mr. Maddox will be only too happy.

Me?

Oh, no, I'm afraid this evening's impossible.

No, no, it's just some family business I have to attend to.

Look, please ask me again. I shall look forward to it.

Goodbye.

Good morning.

We're not immune?

I don't understand it. It's dada. It's a realism.

They're mad for it in Paris.

Well, no doubt I'm rather stupid.

Not that. Whatever else you may be.

Well, I'm sure you will oblige me with a catalogue of my faults.

No. Too early in the morning.

What's this?

I noticed you were running short of chemicals. I've replenished the supply.

The receipt is in the bag.

I shall tell you your most serious failing.

You are fast becoming indispensable.

Aye, right, General.

This coffee all I get for standing here like an organ grinder's monkey.

It's whiskey if you'd prefer, General.

Ah, better enough. A little woman has smelt it on my breath and reminded me of

the quack's orders.

And what were they, General?

Well, if I remembered them, I wouldn't be able to ignore them, would I, my

Oh, haven't you taken enough?

I don't mind telling you all this standing around is paying merry hell

lumbago. Oh, would you like to sit down for a moment? Oh, sooner suffer and

grumble. It's all that keeps him going these days.

Pathetic, isn't it? Just a couple more shots, General, after you finish your

coffee.

Remember that jacket thing you made for my wife?

Do you think you could make something like it in silk?

I managed to get a bolt out of China just before the revolution.

Father, you've got at it in the moths. Well, if your wife would like another

jacket. Oh, she'll be glad.

Until you came along, she'd had nothing new since the coronation.

Come on, hurry up, Maddox.

Totally never ready in a couple of weeks.

Goodbye, General.

Maddox.

No one else?

Uh,

you have Miss Coles at four.

Oh, God.

Who knows? I think you're doing something healthy, like walking down to

and Flag.

I suppose you'd like to come. If you remember.

Oh, yes, you're lunching with Arthur.

I hope having gone to the trouble of asking my permission, he's taking you

somewhere decent.

Oh, it'll be somewhere respectable.

You may be sure of that.

Poor Beatrice.

Wouldn't you rather be bohemian with me?

I shall be back soon after two.

I think the least you could have done was to tell me, Arthur.

I never seem able to please you, do I?

I know.

I haven't had it easy.

Your mother dying through abandonment.

And the father so dependent. You have no time to get to know him.

That is neither here nor there.

Have your own way.

But perhaps we have more in common, don't we?

You have always been free to do what you want.

And yet I've always tried to act responsibly.

Which is why I held certain things back.

What seems...

Is there anything else?

Your father treated me like a son.

Why can't you treat me like a brother?

Isn't it enough to discover I have a half -brother of whom I knew nothing?

Will you join me in some tea? Nothing more, thank you. I'm not accustomed to

much rich food.

I'll have some still from under the glass.

Coffee?

Can Father... Can Miss Pierce and her son contest Father's word?

Never mind about them.

I do mind about them. Have they any rights?

It's difficult, but I doubt it.

Uncle Henry never left anything in writing. As far as we know.

I think I would know, believe me.

Is there any reason why I should?

How many people have been to view the house? Arthur. I'm not going to discuss

the other matter any further.

The fate of the house is far more important, I assure you.

If you don't find a buyer soon... What is so urgent about it?

It would be far more convenient to delay until we have found our feet.

The mortgage payments have to be met. Otherwise the house will be repossessed.

Surely there is enough money.

The way things are, if it's not sold soon, you won't have enough to repay the

loan. Believe me, I wish it were otherwise.

I also wish Evangeline were otherwise occupied.

Your own mother recommended.

No.

But an Elliot, working as a dressmaker.

What else would you suggest, given that, like me, she has no proper

qualifications?

I still think, as her legal guardian, she ought to find something more

There are a million people unemployed, Arthur. Don't you notice such things in

your office?

I believe that figure to be somewhat exaggerated.

Be well.

But promise me you'll at least talk to her about her activity.

You know, it's not too easy for someone with Evangeline's looks and qualities to

get into the wrong circles.

Me. You should see the place. A bayswater sweatshop.

Everyone's so nice. I'm practically one of them already.

Evie, they let me go and buy haberdasheries on my first day.

Annie, she's a senior hand.

He said I was going to be able to do some beadwork.

Next week I might even be on the sewing machine.

Don't let it get cold.

Evie, why didn't you tell me you had been to see that woman?

Which woman?

Mrs. Pierce.

Father, I just didn't want to... Yes, but you did, didn't you?

A bit of cold mutton. Not much. I'm not eating.

How do we go, everyone?

Have we another one?

Tomorrow.

Thank you, Percy, but I'd better be getting off now.

But it's my birthday.

We're going to Shep's market to get a couple of girls, and, you know, they're

going to have a chop somewhere.

Well, it wasn't a chop and a girl on my birthday.

Not that I don't have one. I promised to take my mama out to the theatre.

Sorry. Happy birthday, Patrick.

Thanks. Give them all a kiss from me.

Yes.

Bee?

Bee?

I've finished the dress for Mrs Powell, who didn't know what she wanted.

And I've done the mending in the basket, including your stockings.

If I blacklaid the drawing room great and get rid of the beetles, will you

forgive me?

I know I shouldn't have.

Oh, you know, it doesn't matter.

I just had to find out. I didn't want you to... You're a silly thing.

Or Arthur, or anyone.

Arthur? He knows more than he will tell.

About what?

Oh, I've had enough of him for one day.

I've had enough of Arthur for a lifetime.

Can you see Elizabeth Hardy?

She spends all that money on clothes and still manages to look cheap.

No doubt her latest young man has told her that bad... Taste is all the rage.

Mother.

I gather Evangeline is getting on extremely well.

Mrs. Martini says she is not only able, but a quick learner.

We must get her married before she becomes too clever for her own good.

Is the household yet?

The agent says there are a couple of parties who are seriously interested.

How much will the girl get?

Bearing in mind the mortgage.

In round figures, Arthur.

They might hope for 500 pounds.

And where are they going to live?

Well, I was thinking, we have so much room. They are certainly not living with

us. Well, they won't have very much money, in view of Uncle Henry's

investments.

500 is quite enough for them to get ideas of their own.

Give them 100.

Mother, I couldn't.

It would be most unethical. Put the rest into a trust fund.

They must not become too independent, Arthur, until they no longer bear the

Elliot name.

Which, in Beatrice's case, may be forever.

Poor Lettie. Even if Mrs. Partini had allowed her to use her toes as well as

fingers, she still couldn't get her thumbs right.

Arithmetic plays a book to me, I have to admit.

Give me ancient Greek any time.

Poor Lettie.

I don't think she's going to last.

Mrs. Partini certainly needs someone reliable.

Sounds like a job for business.

What a wonderful idea.

Well, what about Jack?

Don't you worry about him.

What Beatrice needs is somewhere where she's properly appreciated.

Don't you use this mausoleum?

We prefer our own little sitting room.

I'll make tea. Yeah, but all this space.

I mean, surely this would be better for your dressmaking.

No, we couldn't.

Well, why not?

Well, your father's not here to disapprove, is he?

That's two good ideas in one afternoon.

Wait till we tell Babe.

Tea.

Hold it there, Piggy.

Got it.

I play a song for the beautiful lady.

A song over love.

And sadness.

God, anything but love.

Let's have a drink.

Have a glass of wine, Piggy. Thank you.

I see a dark, short acquaintance, generous and loyal,

whose invitation to dinner at the Café Royale should on no account be declined.

I'm getting tired of playing second fiddle.

Jack, do you want to fall victim to a gypsy's curse? My dear Piggy, this is a

professionally run studio, thanks to Beatrice. I am being frightfully

professional. I was just getting into the part. Of course you were, my dear.

Now, what are you going to do next?

Or my minstrel, do you think?

Medieval or concert party?

Let's face it, I'll never make an actor if I have to wear wrinkled tights.

Let's do modern.

Would you like a drink, Beatrice?

No, not while I'm working.

If you're talking about me, I hope you're being tough.

Shut up and get changed, Piggy.

He's a good fellow, you know.

I know.

I have inquired with the authorities about photographing Lady Serena in the

park. They have no objections, provided... We don't care the horses.

What are you doing in that piggy? You take longer than a dowager.

I'd like to look better than one tool, my dear.

Anyway, I'm paying for this, aren't I?

Free.

Free!

If Letty had learned in three years what you have in three months.

Some people just can't do business without, you know, a perfect gift.

Like, well, like having a knife of design.

And your sister, you say, she has this, hmm?

Among her many talents.

She's also an experienced dressmaker.

Professional.

How do you say?

We beggars, we don't need a choice. She would like to come and see me?

I could ask her.

Well, I have to find somebody soon.

Otherwise, all this will get completely beyond my control.

Oh, do hurry up.

Only came here to make sure you weren't exploiting Tilly.

If you could just stand still for a moment.

What would it take to keep you still and quiet?

And your pants?

I'll tell you one thing, I wouldn't be a model, not for £1 ,000.

Oh, I would.

But quite Penelope wouldn't be Penelope.

Might be an improvement.

Tilly, you are an ungrateful baggage.

I know, remember them with them.

You must get bored of all that gratitude.

At least I'll make a change.

Well, we're grateful to you, Tilly, coming all this way to give us a hand.

A different country up here.

How have you set it soon and get it somewhere civilised? Well, the estate

said he had a buyer interested.

Maybe then we can move into the centre of town. Oh, Evie, I doubt we could

afford that.

Well, this house must be worth it. Well, it's a difficult time to sell.

It's difficult all round.

Of course, some are a bit more difficult than others.

Beatrice. Hmm? I know it's none of my business, but why don't you at least go

and see this partini woman?

I mean, you're so good at all this. Surely you could do with some

experience. That's just what I said.

I mean, what's to stop you?

Oh, Jack, he needs me.

He needs lots of things. You have a special talent, you and Evie. And Tilly.

But, I mean, being a receptionist, anyone would have a great... He was also

enough to give me a job, and I needed it most, for which I shall always be

grateful. Oh, gratitude again. You mustn't let that... Oh, Jack has lots of

ladies in his life.

And I'm sure any one of them, or...

Nearly anyone. I'll speak to him. No, really. It is no trouble.

Once she's made up her mind that the king and council can change it, happy

away, Hayne.

Why the hell we couldn't do this on her estate?

I believe Lady Serena would rather be photographed in her horse than her... I

bet that was almost a joke.

There's one thing that requires a sense of humor, Mr. Maddox. I want to talk to

you about that.

Shall we try one more?

Um, looking to your left.

She looks like something out of The Charge of the Light Brigade. What can I

You know you can perform greater wonders than Mastodon.

I also know that your talents are wasted with me.

Penelope. Dookie looks more cheerful than you do.

Lady Serena, do you think you could manage a smile?

I don't need Penelope to tell me anything.

You have great gifts.

If you're given an opportunity to use them properly... Are you trying to get

of me, Jack?

If I have to, in order to make you see sense, yes.

Ready?

I suppose horse manure is your natural element.

I was working, Daphne.

I hope so, darling. No one in their right mind would photograph Serena for

How are you, Miss Elliot?

Keeping him in order?

I do my best, Miss Haycock. Oh, I'd give up on that if I were you. He's so sweet

when he's savage.

We're off to Henley for lunch.

Want to join us?

No.

Well, shall I see you tonight?

I'm going to that musical at the Gaiety. You ought to come too.

It's called The Shop Girl.

I hate musicals, Daphne, and so does Beatrice.

I'll see you at Sarah's afterwards, then.

Bye!

Piggy said it wasn't very good.

What? The Shop Girl.

You'd like to go?

I think it's enough to get rid of Lady Serena.

Enough for what?

To charge her for an entire morning sitting.

You are much too good for me, bitch.

Go and see that dressmaker.

100 pounds? You see, the mortgage took up... And then there were, of course,

other debts.

Do you have a list?

Of... of what your father... I should like to see his ledgers, Arthur, if you

don't mind.

I hope you don't mistrust me, Beatrice.

I believe I'm entitled to see the figures, and I should like to do so.

If you'd like me to explain. No, thank you, Arthur.

I invite you to your camp.

Of course, you understand that with the

nature of your father's outgoing.

You mean his mistresses?

A gentleman does not discuss these things.

It is your gentlemanly delicacy to describe an outgoing of some £275 as

miscellaneous debts, I presume.

And some £125 as seasoned expenses.

Do you really want me to show you all the receipts from Bournemouth?

Would that satisfy you?

I wish to spare you, considering how much you've already suffered.

Tea!

Thank you, Miss Portman. That'll be all.

Would you like to, or shall I?

You do it, Arthur.

I'll take a little milk and no sugar.

So £100 is all we're left with?

You're distressed with me as much as it does you.

Not quite as much, I think. Oh, I assure you.

But of course, £100 is not an inconsiderable sum.

Properly invested.

For that sort of advice, I can recommend... No, thank you, Arthur.

At least you have no outstanding debts.

I know it's not much comfort. No, it is not.

But you may rely upon Mother and me offering all the help we can.

As a matter of fact, you might like to consider living with us for a while.

You have only three weeks from which to leave your home.

And I'm sure Mother would be happy to have you under our roof, where she

Where she can keep an eye on us.

Where she can ensure that you're properly cared for.

It's a serious offer.

You will need somewhere to live. Somewhere decent.

Please thank Aunt Lydia, Arthur, but we shall find our own accommodation.

We wouldn't want you and Evangeline living in distressing surroundings.

Please don't you distress yourself, Arthur.

We shall manage.

But where... When we have found somewhere, we shall inform you. Goodbye.

Jack said there might be a flat vacant above the studio.

Could we afford the rent? He's going to talk to the landlord.

We don't really want to live above.

But I'm going to speak to Mr. Partini.

No.

Of course, if you bother, we didn't work in the same establishment.

Only get from Highgate. Only with our favourites. And sell the rest.

And make a really bright carton. We can give ourselves a proper workroom.

People will come flocking. There'll be space in our fatini.

We should be rich and famous. Without relying on our fabulous legacy.

We can entertain.

And have money in the bank.

We shall work all day and dance all night.

Well, what do you think? Will it do?

It will do, Jack.

It will do very nicely, won't it, Evie?

Good. A man couldn't wish for nicer neighbours.

Thank you, Jack.

Thank you for everything.

I shall miss your guiding hand, you know. I may be driven to seek your

from time to time.

To the shop girls.

Without the song and dance.

You're lucky to have both Elliot girls working for you now, Mrs Partini.

Such good ideas.

What good work?

I am aware of their talent, Lady Duxbury.

I do hope you're paying them enough.

I'm told they were left positive paupers.

It is good to know they have a champion such as yourself.

One gets what one pays for, doesn't one?

No, Mr. Greenspan, I'm afraid Thursday will not do.

We need them by tomorrow to be ready for the ball.

Well, you had the order last week, Mr.

Greenspan.

Well, I'm sorry. If you cannot oblige us, we shall have to look.

Thank you. By noon tomorrow.

Goodbye,

Mr. Greenspan.

Mr.

Greenspan will deliver the ostrich feathers personally.

Miss Armitage shall go to the ball.

What is that?

Oh, I'm sorry. It's a nursery reference.

I've been thinking, Mrs. Partini.

Yes, Miss Elliot.

Your thoughts are usually most interesting.

It has always been your custom to order whole bolts of cloth.

Yes, to gain a discount, no?

Well, my sister pointed out...

And I have observed it myself, there's often need to waste it.

Yes? So?

Well, if you chose a reliable supplier, I don't see why they should not supply

the exact amount we need and at a discount, provided you go to them first.

You think so?

In these difficult times, everyone is anxious to keep their stock moving.

A regular customer is more welcome than an occasional one.

How much we said?

I have done some calculations.

You see, it could amount to 75 pounds over the years.

Well, Miss Elliot, for what are we waiting?

Mrs. Partini's establishment?

It can't be blue.

Will you have any use for this, Miss B?

Only Frank loves his fish.

I don't care if I never eat fish again.

We have to feed your brain, Evie. Well, I don't know that it's done Frank's any

good. But if you want it... Of course not, Molly. You take it and anything

you find useful.

As long as you're not let show.

You might even lash out on a new friend, then.

Evangeline, let's not be rash.

Now, come on, Miss Evie, you'll have me at it and all.

I've never lived anywhere else. It was about time you did then.

Who'd want a great white elephant like this miles from anywhere, not even on

electric?

Where are you and Frank going to live?

Dalston. It's a nice little house.

You mind you come and see her?

Of course.

Right near a tram stop we are. Very convenient.

Oh, that's that.

Oh, Pete. Now, Eve. There is nothing here worth crying over and everything to

look forward to

Michelle, yeah?

Michelle,

yeah?

You're putting a painter out of work, are you?

God, you look a scythe. Can't afford a painter, can't afford to stain my

clothes. How are you with a brush?

Terrible. Watch me, then.

It doesn't matter, Jack. Why can't I find a person?

It's not as if I'm in any hurry.

Who put them? Well, knowing this, it's probably in the most sensible place.

Well, I'm not sensible enough to find them. You have a go.

Yes, well, papers make me uneasy.

Look, I've got a better idea.

Don't get drunk in the Café de Paris.

Let's go upstairs and ask.

Do you know that's the most sensible idea I've heard? Since she left.

Yes. You having it all wide?

In here?

Everybody's doing it.

Bit too much like a ballet hospital, if you ask me.

Cold. It won't be. Not when we've got the curtains up and the furniture in.

won't be this side of Christmas to make you all go in. Who cares?

I've been in worse gas.

Thank you, Tilly. I'll take that as a compliment.

Oh, I can't do it like this.

Don't you want me to go? Would you mind, Leslie?

What am I saying? Are you a saviour?

No. Not unless it... We're not at home to anyone.

Hello. Who are you?

Tilly Watkins. Who are you?

Jack Maddox. Studio below. Is Miss Elliot in? Miss Beatrice Elliot.

She's out. And Miss Evangeline's not at home to anyone.

Do you have any idea when Miss Beatrice will be back, Miss Watkins?

She's still at Partini's.

Well, I'm waiting for her now.

Help out with the sewing.

Well, I wonder whether we can trouble you to give her a message. If you tell

to drop in on it. We'd like to invite her and Miss Evangeline to dine with us.

Well, they can't.

They've got too much to do, what with the dressmaking and decorating and all.

I see.

Well, I don't suppose you happen to know when they'll be free.

No, of course not. Well, we'll just have to try our luck some other time.

Thank you.

Come on, Jack.

All work and no play.

Look what he did to me.

Your friend, Jack?

He's no friend of mine.

And a little fat pillar.

Very polite.

Piggy.

What do they want? They invited you out to supper.

I told them you couldn't go.

I could just do with a treat.

Fed up.

Tell you what.

What? Where's your scissors?

Don't she look nice?

Well, yes.

Tilly cut all her family's hair. She could cut yours if you want.

Oh, Tilly, I hope you won't be offended, but... Well, at my age, I think I'd

rather go to a hairdresser.

So would I.

It's just a matter of affording it.

No, Evie, we've spent enough.

Oh, we could cut it up.

Oh, it's a shame.

Or alter it. It would look good on you. When am I likely to wear it? When Piggy

asks you dancing.

Oh, let's have a look.

Well... I'll pay.

Thank you.

Miss Elliot.

I believe this is one you made.

Yes.

Very shoddy workmanship. My client is most displeased.

The client must... I am most displeased, Miss Elliot.

Miss Martini, I sewed that with great care. The only way that could have come

apart is if it was violently torn.

Violent? My client?

Even the best people get into fights at parties, Mrs. Martini.

I will not have you insult my clients. I will not have you insult me.

My dresses do not fall apart on the dance floor.

How would you know?

My grandma's a customer of his.

Right.

I'm going to finish this and go make them have a clear weekend.

What are you doing?

Beatrice wants to go kite flying with Jack and Piggy.

Well, you'll go, won't you?

Oh, go on. Fresh air suits you.

May I just cough?

It'll make a pleasant change.

What about Mrs. Bartini?

Are you really going to see her on Monday? Of course.

Look, I'd honestly rather you didn't.

It's not just that she treated you unfairly, Evie.

She has profited from our work and ideas.

You should pay us what we're worth.

You won't get very far.

That's just what I said.

Nobody could pay you two what you're really worth.

Would you like a go, Evangeline?

I'm perfectly content, thank you.

You don't look it. You look thoroughly sulky.

Oh, don't say that. I'm a horrid person, didn't you know?

Look.

You're young, you're pretty, you're talented.

You need someone to love and cherish you. Not some old roué like me who can

barely look after himself.

Jack. I'm very fond of you, Evelyn. I'm very fond of you. You think you are.

That's what happens to girls who grow up in Highgate.

The first fellow you meet under the age of 50, you fall madly in love with.

You flatter yourself, Mr. Maddox.

Nobody else does.

Whatever you may think... Why can't we just be friends? Friends?

Like you and Miss Haycock?

God, why is this so complicated?

I'm quite sure I don't know.

You're the one with all the experience.

I do not think I am being unreasonable, Mrs. Patini. You come to me, you and

your sister, knowing nothing.

Orphanesses of Lady Lydia.

Amateur. You should be paying me.

You have frequently said how useful our talents have proved to you, Mrs.

Martini. Oh, you think I didn't manage before?

Oh, I never suggested that. Just because you are that figure, that makes you a

businesswoman. Oh, you yourself have encouraged me. Your sister, she takes

an inch of her hem, she thinks she's Coco Chanel.

It would be fair to say, Mrs. Martini, that your clientele has increased

of our presence.

As well as your profits.

All I am asking is... You are asking too much.

Very well.

What does that mean?

Very well.

If you cannot see your way clear to raising our wage... Not by a penny, not

farding. Then I must reluctantly tender my resignation and that of my sister.

Of course, if you wish us to work out our notice...

Take

this. Take it.

And go.

Never be let it be said that Partini was not generous.

You want to change your mind, don't you?

I will permit it.

Sometimes I, too, I say things.

It is the artist in me.

We start again, eh?

Miss Martini, it is a matter of principle.

I know.

Then with the greatest regret...

It's still shaky.

It was the right thing to do. You really think so? Of course.

What are we going to do?

We have half a dozen commissions.

And a hundred pounds in the bank.

And enormous talents.

All we have to do is find someone who can afford them.

Come on, let's cheer ourselves up.

Nothing extravagant.

The cinema.

The new chaplain.

We'll just catch the matinee.

I didn't want to go before you got back. There's someone waiting.

I wouldn't take no for an answer.

Who? What is it?

Beatrice, Evangeline, I'm sorry to intrude like this.

I'm Sebastian Elliot.

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