All language subtitles for The House of Eliott s01e04

I'm sorry to intrude like this. Are you?

Is it all right if I go home now? Yes.

Good night.

Please don't use the place. It's
difficult when... Sit down.

What do you want?

Nothing, Miss Elliot.

Only to meet my sisters.

Oh, sisters.

I'm so sorry. I know I should have
written first.

I'm handling this very badly.

The last thing I wanted to do was upset
either of you.

Hardly avoidable under the
circumstances, Mr Elliot.

Believe me, I was every bit as shocked
as you must have been to learn about our

father. Why were you surprised?

Did you think he was your father alone?

Good Lord, no. I was always led to
believe that my father died when I was a

baby.

Gave his life to Queen and cholera in
the Punjab.

As far as I knew, I was raised on a
pension from a grateful nation and money

from my father's loving family.

When you're a child, you believe what
you're told.

Yes, we know.

I understand what you're saying, but I'm
afraid I don't see the point of it. The

arrangements are perfectly satisfactory
as they are. I see no reason to change

them.

No, that's out of the question.

Not a good time.

Very well.

Yes, all right.

I'll be there about ten.

How do you think I feel?

I don't know, Mr. Elliot.

How do you feel?

Please, Sebastian.

My upbringing, my education, it's
obviously been at your expense, hasn't

Yes, it has.

Me?

It wasn't his fault.

He didn't know.

Tell me something, Mr Elliot. I'm
curious.

When did you find out the truth?

Just after Evangeline had been to see my
mother.

I went down to see her.

I found her in a bit of a state.

Weepy, that sort of thing.

She wouldn't tell me at first.

It must have been pretty damn hard for
her.

Admitting, you know, that she'd lied to
me all those years.

How is she now?

She's a little better. We don't have
anything, you know.

I beg your pardon?

We don't have anything.

We have barely enough to support
ourselves, let alone continue to support

the manner to which you've been
accustomed.

I can see that.

On the other hand, if you have anything
left in the kitty which we have filled

over the years, I'd quite like to know
about it. That's a fair comment.

We couldn't possibly... Yes, we could.

I'm afraid you won't have the chance.

That, ladies, is it.

But since my intention was to get to
know you both, can I suggest that we

go and blow it on a little something to
eat somewhere?

I don't think so, Mr Elliot. Thank you.

It has been a day full of interesting
developments, and we still have some

to finish here.

Nothing that couldn't wait until
tomorrow. No, no, your sister's quite

Miss Elliott. It's probably better if I
go.

We all need to let things sink in a
little more.

Another time, perhaps.

I mean it.

Look, here's my card.

Believe me, now that I've discovered my
only living relatives, I'm not going to

lose touch with them.

Good night.

I really am very sorry.

I had to order the cab myself.

Now go and get changed this instant, or
we'll be disgracefully late.

I'm sorry, Mother. I'm afraid I can't
come to the opera with you tonight.

What do you mean, can't? Don't be
ridiculous. Of course you can.

Why can't you? I have a dinner
engagement.

But you have an opera engagement with
me. Mother, I'm sorry. How dare you just

march in here and cancel my evening? I'm
sorry, but there it is.

I didn't notice the dinner in my diary,
and Miss Forgham forgot to remind me.

You're lying, then, when you tell me
she's so efficient.

She usually is.

Then get rid of her.

You can't possibly let your secretary
interfere with my most thought. Quite

absurd.

Where are you dining?

I'm not certain.

The club, probably.

I hope you have a wonderful evening.

I'm not saying that I do trust him, Bea.

I'm not that naive.

All I'm saying is that him being who he
is isn't his fault.

Does that make sense?

Just about.

I just don't understand why you're so
hedgehoggy.

Hedgehoggy?

Bunched up, tight and defensive.

Fikey. I mean, you heard what he said.
He didn't want anything from her.

As far as we know.

I don't know.

His look, his manner.

Everything.

It looks... We don't even know if he is
Sebastian Elliot.

He could be anyone.

Why did he come here?

How did he know we were here in the
first place?

What does he want?

To see us?

He got our forwarding address from
Highgate.

Nothing in that order.

Why can't it just be that simple?

You'll turn into one if you don't watch
out.

What?

A hedgehog.

Thank heaven it's warmer now, that's all
I can say.

It's nearly summer now.

Yes, I know.

Low fuel bills and longer hours of
daylight, which thankfully come free.

Poverty and ruin on the horizon, eh? Not
quite, but not that far off.

Well, I won't say it. What?

I won't say that that's what happens
when we get on our high horses and issue

ultimatums to dressmakers.

I'm glad you said we.

I did enjoy it, though.

I'd enjoy being solvent a little more.

If things get really bad, you can always
go back to Jack.

Hardly.

Well, we've got the front and blouses to
keep us going. And the coat for Jane

Etheridge. And the outfit for Mrs Mary
White.

And after that?

Not a great deal.

And how much of that involves Tilly?

Not a great deal.

It's mostly straightforward day stuff.
Not much beadwork involved.

I do hope we don't have to give her a
few rounds.

She does need the money.

Well, it's fine while there's the work
for her to do, but however much we like

her, we need the money as well.

Oh, Lord.

I nearly died when Mrs. Partini told me
about your outrageous behaviour. I

simply could not believe my ears. Aunt
Lydia, I... Who do you think you are?

Not only was your employment with Mrs.
Partini obtained by my good graces...

upon my reputation, she was furious.

And, I might say, with good cause.

I am furious.

Please, Aunt Lydia, there is an
explanation. No, there is not.

Do you seriously think you're in a
position to throw away respectable paid

employment because of your arrogant
reluctance to accept discipline? Now,

Aunt Lydia.

Yes, that is true.

Oh, well, yes, very possibly.

Would you include me one moment while I
just check our engagements?

Yes, Friday would be perfectly
convenient, Mr. Duroc.

Ten o 'clock sharp?

Yes.

Goodbye.

Oh, Jack.

I am sorry. Sorry if me embarrassed you
once again, but I don't think it's

irresponsible to want to be given credit
where credit is due.

And it's not a question of ingratitude
either.

Please, you don't misunderstand me,
Evangeline.

I'm in no way concerned for myself.

But the worst thing that can happen to
women in your situation is to gain a

reputation for irresponsibility and
unreliability.

Reputation is all.

You of all people should know that.

Oh, I do, Aunt Lydia, I do.

I can't imagine what people will say
when word gets round that you're

from Mrs.

Partini's. Oh, I can.

That was George Duroc on the telephone.

He'd heard that we'd left Mrs. Partini,
wanted to know if we might be available

to work for him.

Do you know Duroc's of Mayfair?

No, I don't suppose you do.

My ladies.

My ladies are my family.

My house may bear the proud name of
Duroc, but it is here, here, where

reputations are earned by the meticulous
and dedicated attention to detail.

Here.

Drawn threadwork.

Fifteen stitches to the in... Not ten,
fifteen.

Some people are satisfied with ten.

Twelve. You are familiar with twelve.

Of course.

An essential step on the road to
perfection.

No. My office.

Yes.

Yes.

No.

Robbie?

Robbie?

Work on that one. I don't like the fit
of the sleeves.

Yes, Mr. Gerard.

Oh, sit down.

Is there something the matter?

No. No, not at all.

I just... I thought that... You thought
what?

I'm sorry.

I was under the impression you did all
the designing yourself.

In the early days, of course, to
establish a style, a feel.

But now the lines of Duroc are so
clearly defined, so distinctive.

Besides, one feels an obligation to
encourage talented young people.

Of course, when there is a particular
client...

One is obliged.

Now then, Madame Elliot, I understand
you wish to attach yourselves to my

establishment.

Well, I think we would both welcome the
opportunity of working in such a famous

fashion house.

The experience would be invaluable.

Of course it would. There are many young
women who would pay me for the

opportunity.

Now, Miss Evangeline.

How do you feel?

What extraordinary talent could you
bring to the House of Duroc?

Well, of course, I'd be absolutely happy
to do anything at all, but I'm actually

interested in design, sir.

It seems to be such an exciting time at
the moment, don't you think?

Actually, I've brought some of my own
sketches... Good, good.

And you, Miss Beatrice, where do your
interests lie?

Well, in all aspects of the business, Mr
Duroc.

After all, we've only worked in one
other commercial establishment.

Oh, yes.

The unspeakable Mrs.

Partini.

You will forgive me. The woman used to
work for me.

Took the training and experience she
gained here to set up as a dressmaker.

Ah. Enough of that. Two terms.

You will present yourself to my
supervisor at 7 .30 on Monday morning in

dark dress, and she will tell you what
your duties will be. Your day will end

when your work is finished.

And you'll each be paid six shillings a
week.

Six shillings a week?

Miss Beatrice, you said you wished to
learn all aspects of my business.

To do that, you must apprentice
yourselves.

Apprentices are paid six shillings a
week.

In Mr. Worth's house, they are paid nine
shillings and six pence.

Are they now?

Very well, I'll pay you seven shillings.

Nine?

Seven shillings and six pence.

Eight shillings.

For which I shall expect the same
standard of work as you shall work. Of

Can I assume, Mr. de Rock, that our
salaries will increase in proportion to

responsibilities?

If and when you take on those
responsibilities.

Of course.

Thank you, Mr. Dwork.

Afternoon, Mary.

Hello. Yes, Robert.

Yes.

Well, don't you think you ought to check
if he's busy or not before I go barging

in?

You busy?

No, he's not busy.

How kind. Thank you.

Oh, come.

Jack, she is getting worse.

What are you doing to the woman?

Nothing.

I think she was born like that.

Jack, dear, I know... She's youthful to
me, though. Very pretty.

An excellent model. Very photogenic.

Hmm. I'm surprised she can sit still
long enough.

Honestly, when I think of the vast
tribes of perfectly good girls I sent

what was wrong with them? They were
boring, ordinary.

Well, they may not have been exactly
glamorous, but they were efficient to a

man.

Well, have you explained yourself to Bea
and Evie? What about?

Well, if I remember rightly, you
wouldn't let Evie have the job because

too pretty.

Yes, I did, didn't I?

You're the critical old thing that you
are.

Well, I haven't said a thing about it.

Well, they wouldn't, would they? They're
far too nice. They're both probably

mortified.

Jack, why... Oh, do grow up.

So, what's the upshot of it all?

I beg your pardon?

Upshot, Lydia, upshot. Do pay attention.

Do you believe that dressmaker or not?

Oh, yes.

But I had to insist.

Quite right.

Loyalty is all very well, I tell them.
In its place. As you say.

But it would have been quite wrong to
disappoint Mr. Duroc when he was so very

keen to employ them. And they are so
very talented.

Do you visit Mr.

Duroc's? God, so close. Damn cubits all
over the lobby.

If it weren't for the clothes, one
wouldn't bother.

I always insist he takes at least 5 %
off the bill and you should do the same.

Otherwise, he'll rob you blind.

Man's a tipsy thief.

You can tell him I said so, if you like.

Jack?

Jack, are you in the dark?

No more than usual. Come on in.

All right, we're live.

Hello.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

All right.

Like you, I have to make the most of my
spare time.

This is another of your creations you
want recorded for posterity.

Well, yes, but not if you're busy.

It's just it's been picked up this
morning.

Come along, Princess. Move over. This is
art. Go and tidy something for five

minutes. It's Sunday.

Well, tidy it respectfully, then.

No, wait a minute. It's obvious Mary
would rather model than tidy up. Perhaps

you'd like to model this.

Eh? It's almost your size. Go on, flip
it on.

Just see how it looks.

Am I getting paid for this?

There.

Perfect.

You're so pretty.

She must be such an asset to you, Jack.

Oh, Mr. Duroc.

What is it?

The new black lining silk. It came from
the mill with a nasty flaw in it.

I've given it to dispatch to return and
ordered a new one.

The paperwork is in your office awaiting
your signature.

Miss Beatrice, you've been here for two
months now. Are you still incapable of

dealing with these things by yourself?

And what is this?

It's a drape, sir. No, it is not.

A drape is a gathering of material which
then hangs in soft foam.

This is a pleat.

Well, it will drape, sir, if you do
well.

It's just that it's difficult to learn
if it doesn't... Miss Evangeline, I

realise that Mrs. Partini was quite
likely to confuse her drapes with her

pleats. But here we are not.

Now, drape, if you please.

Keep smiling.

My mother tells me her cheque failed to
arrive in the post.

I thought you might care to explain why.

Then I would have thought it was
obvious.

The annuity settled with your mother was
only to be paid during Henry Elliot's

lifetime. You have a document to that
effect, I suppose.

Of course.

And as Dr Elliot is now dead, I'm afraid
there'll be no more cheques.

You'll find everything's in order?

It would seem so.

In that case, perhaps we can agree on a
final settlement.

I beg your pardon?

A settlement, Mr. Elliot.

A third share of the good doctor's
estate.

Henry Elliot's estate has already been
settled.

Such as it is.

Now, if you'll excuse me... I am
entitled to a third share.

Such as it is.

Do you seriously think that Henry Elliot
would have publicly acknowledged the

existence of an illegitimate son by
including him in his will?

I assure you there's no provision...
You're lying. Show me.

I can have a copy drawn up and sent to
you if you insist.

Well, that must be a profound thing.

I can't believe my father would do that
to me.

Then perhaps he began to have his doubts
felt with him.

After all, your mother's relationship
with Dr Elliot is, shall we say, a

mercenary nature.

Perhaps he felt there may have been
other functions.

I suggest the onus is very much upon
you...

There will be more to this.

Cousin Arthur.

A great deal more.

Thank you, Mary.

Time seems to have flown since your
father's death.

But then again, at my age...

Time does seem to hurtle by so very
quickly.

You must miss him very much.

Oh, we do.

I remember so well how I felt when
Richard died.

Of course, I do have Arthur.

As indeed do you.

But your father was always so...

Reliable. It must be desperately
difficult for you both.

We are coming to terms with it. After
all, a father's love can so easily be

taken for granted.

And when it is suddenly snatched from
one... My brother -in

-law was always so devoted to his
children.

All three of us?

I beg your pardon?

You said Father was devoted to his
children.

I assume you meant Evie, myself, and
Brother Sebastian.

Oh, good Lord, he's not been to see you
as well, has he? Really, Beatrice, you

should have told me.

Father?

Who is this?

Sebastian?

Nobody at all, Mother.

Just a foolish young man who appeared in
my office one day looking for a

handout. I see it all the time.

For every obituary in the Times, there
are a dozen vultures circling the

verities. I suppose I did tell you it
was a long -lost verity.

Actually, he was quite convinced he was
father's bastard son.

Beatrice.

Language.

Isn't that the correct term?

Bastard. Not a P.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

What poem do we use, then?

Biblo? Love Child?

Thank you, Beatrice. That will do.

Mother, I'm sure Beatrice means no
offense. That will do.

Speak to her again. Is that a complaint?

Well, no, but somebody had to say it.
I'd had just about as much of her

sentimental claptrap as I could stomach.

Oh, heavens me.

She obviously didn't know anything about
that. Which is her problem rather than

ours. How dare you do that to me,
Arthur? How dare you? Mother, the man

imposter. No important at all. But you
did not tell me about him. Why on earth

should I? I don't tell you all my
business.

Then you shouldn't.

Don't be absurd, Mother.

What was the upshot?

I beg your pardon?

What happened, Arthur, with this
Sebastian person?

I told him to leave my office
immediately and think himself lucky I

the police.

It's perfectly all right.

No, it's beautiful.

Truly.

Just that... Oh, I don't know.

Madame has inspected all the new
garments. Yes, I know, and they're all

gorgeous, Mr. Turok. Absolutely
delightful.

Just... Yes?

You see, my sister -in -law was over
from Paris last month, and she was

something by Madame Vionnet, and it
looked, well, different.

Really?

Modern, if you see what I mean.

What do you think?

Do excuse me, Miss Spencer, for what
Madame Vianney is doing is something

Monsieur de Rock has himself been toying
with for some time.

You see, you cut the fabric on the bias
so that you keep the slim line of the

dress, but it appears to be much more
fluid over the hips than legs.

If, of course, the dummy had legs.

Absolutely it.

And then, of course, you have a hemline
that flows with you as you walk, showing

the natural shape of the body.

It's very graceful. I adore it. Look
what you've got. You are terribly

One more time, my girl.

You'll do that to me just one more time
and you will be out of here so fast your

feet won't touch the ground.

Do you understand?

Yes. When I made you a twelfth cutter, I
did so against my better judgment.

I expect you to do what you are told.

I do not expect impertinence.

She did ask my opinion, sir.

I don't pay you to have opinions.

If, and I repeat, if a client is foolish
enough to ask your opinion, you give

her my opinion.

If you have to speak at all, you say,
yes, madame, no, madame, charming

for the time of year, madame.

You do not give them your damned
opinion!

It was a good idea, and I gave you
credit for it. Which, young lady, is the

reason you are standing here now?

Yes, Miss Jorock.

Sorry.

Now, get on with your work.

We agreed last time we met.

You know, we're right, but... Yeah, all
right.

Nine o 'clock.

If I can.

Johnny, was that...

Bye.

Bye.

Bye. Bye.

Bye.

Isn't Daphne absolutely the last word?

In what?

In Divinity Puppet. With a voice like
that, she could easily do it for a

Can't think why she won't.

Don't you think she's gorgeous?

I think she's a slut. Oh, God, you're
not going to be tedious, are you? I

you here so we could have some fun.

Asked me here to do business.

Oh, and the two must never come
together.

Come on, let's sit down and I'll
introduce you to Peter.

This is Peter Lo Ching.

Peter, Arthur Elliot, the director of
the club.

Oh, my most favorite people.

How awesome.

That's utterly something, anyhow.

Didn't you just adore my song, Arthur?

Arthur thinks you're smart, Daphne.

How queen. Your friends are at the bar,
Daphne.

Oh, they are?

Good heavens.

Now, Arthur, dear.

This little problem of ours, I think
we've solved it.

You know how frightfully worried I've
been about the club losing money?

Yes. Well, dear Peter says he's going to
come in with us.

Isn't he, Kai?

Come in with us?

In what way?

As a third partner in the business,
Mr... I'm sorry, Mr. Loach. I know you

it's my inefficiency, but, darling, it
really isn't.

Look at it.

The club's losing money faster than
jelly off a hot plate, and Peter's

to invest a very substantial sum, you
know.

Why?

I'm a businessman, Mr. Elliott.

I'm continually looking for businesses
that can respond to my investment.

On a carefully controlled scale, of
course.

May I inquire into the nature of your
portfolio?

I have interests all over the world, Mr.
Elliott.

From shipping to agriculture.

Oh, I know I should have consulted you
first, darling, but it really is the

answer to a maiden's prayer.

You don't really mind, do you?

Ah, good morning. Thank you.

Hello.

There you are. You can open the bills
for a change. Oh, thank you.

What's that?

Mr. Beck? Sebastian? Sebastian?

What does he want?

To take us out to dinner.

Are we going to go? No, we are not. Tear
it up.

But if it... Come along. We shall be
late for work.

So, did you get a frightful wigging
after I'd gone?

Just a bit.

Bear up. It was worth it. This is
absolutely the thing.

Thank you. I mean it. I know you get you
got the credit at the time, but it was

quite clearly your idea.

I say.

Yes?

I know this is absolutely not the dumb
thing at all, and you probably wouldn't

dream of being so disloyal, but trouble
is, I'm going skiing after Christmas,

and I simply don't have a thing.

May I leave you my card?

Look, you've been working for Duroc for
months now.

You work all the hours God gave, and he
pays you an absolute pittance.

You do private work at home anyway. I
don't know what you're so worried about.

Yes, but we've never actually stolen one
of his customers before. The way I

heard it, the customer walked into your
hands and positively demanded to be

pinched.

Yielded with coy submission, modest
pride and sweet, reluctant amorous

You should be on the stage.

Yes, I know.

What do you think, Pete?

I'm not speaking to you. Oh, why ever
not? You were a disgrace yesterday.

Good God, I could be much worse than
that. I wasn't even trying.

Seriously, B, what does a ski outfit
involve?

Oh, and Miss Spencer, that could mean
anything from hats and coats to sparkly

afterdocks. It would be a good
commission.

It's none of Napoleon's business what
you do in your free time.

I'll telephone her for you if it'll make
you feel better.

Terribly daring.

But you have the leg for it. Besides,
you will be skiing.

I'm not criticising. It's wonderful.

I love being the first to do anything.

like this before a show. No, the autumn
collection's far worse.

Nobody sleeps at all, then. I don't feel
as if I slept for days and days. You'll

get used to it.

Oh, dear.

Evangeline, what are you doing?

Le Jardin du Roi. My lord, weren't you
told?

Told what? Le Jardin's been scrapped
from the collection.

Mr. Duroc's scrapped all of it. He has
some new idea he wants to make room for.

I'm glad someone bothered to tell me.

Hello, Tilly.

B &EV still at work, are they?

They've been working most evenings
coming up to the show.

Oh.

Your mum was looking a lot better last
time I saw her.

Yeah, she is.

If money's helping out a bit.

I know this is probably a silly
question, but wouldn't that be a lot

doing it on the machine?

Oh, yeah, it would.

It's funny that machine don't work that
well.

And even if it did, it's still too heavy
to lug over to the light.

Oh, well, I'll help you if you like.

You've done it now, haven't I?

Do I detect a certain displacement?

Eh?

You sound cheesed off.

Yes, I am.

No, not really.

Are things not working out too well
here?

Oh, no, it's not that.

Look at this.

The kid is seven.

She'll have grown out of this by spring.

Ten guineas, her mum's paying for this.

Keep my mum going for a year, that
would.

Can't help being a bit cheesed off.

Are you sure that's all?

Yeah.

Hmm?

It's just a bit difficult sometimes,
that's all.

In what way?

I don't know where I stand.

I mean, sometimes, me and Evie and Miss
B have a real laugh, and they come in

and they tell me what they've got up to,
and we have a bit of supper and that,

and it's like we're all together.

You see what I mean?

But then at other times, it's, Tilly, do
this, Tilly, fetch that.

He would, Tilly, take your bleeding
dress off the other day.

What?

You'd think at ten guineas a frock
they'd be able to afford a new dummy.

Oh, Tilly, I'm sure the last thing
they'd ever want to do is upset you.

They're both... Terribly fond of you.

Yeah, I know.

I'm only having a little moan.

It's been 50 more now, that's all.

I won't take no notice.

These are the dresses from the Chapel
Street workshop. The French bean pole

be showing these, so hang them
separately. All right.

Bee, this is one of mine.

What? This is just like the dress I made
for Miss Spencer. And this one.

Fire -cut fabrics, drop -back hemlines.
These are all my ideas.

The mannequins have already left for the
show. Please hurry with the gowns. All

right, indeed.

It is a splendid collection, Mr. Duroc.
Yes, of course it is. I particularly

like these gowns, the ones that Evie
designed.

Miss Evangeline does not design for the
House of Duroc.

No, but she gives you some jolly good
ideas.

Ideas, Miss Beatrice, are just the
beginning of creativity.

It is the house which developed them to
their full potential.

Fine. In that case, the house may put
its name to them, as indeed it already

done.

And Miss Evangeline would be happy to
accept a fee for her original idea.

What?

It is almost time for the show, Mr.
Duroc.

Later will do. I trust you implicitly.

The gowns, if you please.

Of course.

Mr. Benjamin would appreciate a little
credit as well.

You walk.

You're on your own.

Of course I am.

So are they good?

What are your presents?

It's my mother's. Come and see. It
wasn't. Your pen pinched it.

Well, she bought it in the war.

She had some extraordinary idea that she
was going to make her own table napkins

or something.

You know, her contribution to the war
effort.

Never used it as far as I know. We
thought it might come in handy for you.

It's light, you see, so you can put it
wherever you like.

Well, I can keep it.

I see. Why not?

Oh, yeah, I'd like that.

How does it work?

I'll show you. The thing is, Tilly, it's
a bit tricky to use.

It needs someone who knows what they're
doing. So, well, if I were you, I

wouldn't let B and D be muck about with
it too much.

Oh, no, Miss Penn.

I'm glad to hear such good care of me.

Thank you so much.

Making quite a name for themselves, I
hear, your girls.

I believe Mr. Duroc is very pleased with
them. Not what I heard.

I heard the old boy was simply furious.

Apparently, they wanted more money or
something.

I didn't know that.

Daphne told me.

Mind you, that's nothing to go by.

Daphne looks you straight in the eye and
tells you the most appalling fibs these

days. I don't know what's got into her.

Perhaps it's all the late nights at
those clubs she frequents. Possibly.

Possibly.

Of course, you're terribly lucky. In
what way?

Well, having abandoned Beatrice right on
the doorstep, so to speak.

Spencer said they did her girl
privately, saved her an absolute

You should have them do a little
something for you.

You'd better not feel guilty about doing
private work any more.

Not after the way you rocked the haze.

That's Mr. Vines, I don't know. Who's
that?

Jean Monval.

Look at it.

It's all right.

All right? It's vile.

All these waists and full skirts.

So old -fashioned.

Looks like a little girl's party frock.

Oh, I thought it was a little girl's
party frock.

See?

This whole idea of dressing women up
like dolls.

I could see the point of it during the
war. You know, give the troops a little

of what they fancy to cheer them up.

But honestly, if that were not to tell
Miss Longman, the war's been over in

three years. Why don't you tell her?

Oh, Tilly, leave that. I'll put it away.

Oh, that's quite all right, Miss B.

I can manage it very well on my own,
thank you.

That's Piggy.

Evie's just giving us all a letter on
female emancipation. I am not. Glad to

hear it. Can't bear a sampanated woman.
They do nag one, sir.

Now, are you sure you don't mind being
left on your own this evening? Of course

not. You can come with us if you like.
We weren't planning on doing any sordid

noodling or anything.

Piggy! No, thanks anyway.

I think I'll get an early night in.

Well, what about you, young Tilly? Can
we give you a lift home?

What, in your motor car?

Well, I could put you over my shoulder
in a sort of fireman's lift, I suppose,

but the car's probably more comfortable.

Come along.

We shall miss the start of the theatre.
All right, sorry. Good night, Evie.

Night. We won't be very late. Bye.

Night, Evie. Night.

Have a good night.

I've never been in a monster car before.

Oh, well, in that case, let's do it
properly. If you won't mind if you hop

front of it, I'll face it. No, I'm not.

Hello, Evie.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Nothing. I just thought I heard... Well,
I thought I heard that, actually.

I just thought there was someone around.

I told Mary she could invite a young man
round for supper.

Supper? Why, do you know how it is? She
lives with her mother. He's in ghastly

rooms, nowhere else to go.

So, here I am, being forced entirely
against my will to go and have a drink

listen to some jazz with some thoroughly
dissolute companions.

Oh.

Do you...

Welcome to come along if you're to loose
end.

No, thank you.

I've, um... I've got some work to finish
off.

But thanks all the same.

Night. Night, Evie.

Oh, sorry.

Can I help you at all?

Thanks. I've just rung the bell to the
top flat.

Strange I didn't hear it.

Well, maybe it's still not working. It
wasn't the last time I came.

Never mind. I've just gone out.

Yes, but... It's all right. I know the
way.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Oh. Can I come in?

Beatrice isn't here. And I was just
going to... I think you'll probably be

better if you came back another time.

Why?

Well, because... Please, don't worry.
I'd have liked to have seen Beatrice as

well, naturally, but I'm just as happy
to sit and have a natter with you.

Oh, I see. You weren't just on your way
to bed, were you?

No.

No, I wasn't.

I've been wondering how you both were.

It was rather difficult the last time we
met, and I was worried about you.

Worried?

Well, you didn't answer my note.

Or were you both so fearfully cross with
me that you simply couldn't bear to

dine with me?

Something like that, yes.

I don't blame you, not in the slightest.

I really was most insensitive and rude.

You weren't rude.

Am I forgiven?

There's nothing to forgive.

Splendid. Then we shall start all over
again and be the best of friends. We

ought to be, you know, considering we
are brother and sister.

We should take ourselves off to the
theatre one night and have a jolly time

and... Oh, I'm sorry. I'm babbling,
aren't I?

It's nerves, you know.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you
nervous.

Oh, you didn't, Evie.

Please, sit down.

No, um...

I'd better not keep you, especially if
you seem to be so busy.

Oh, no, I've finished for the night,
really.

You can stay.

I'd like to, but I'd better not.

Now that I know that you and I are
friends, I'll get in touch soon to

that dinner.

Thank you, darling.

There we are, you see?

All nicely legal and above board.

Does that make you any happier?

Well, Henry wouldn't have made such a
fuss.

I was not unhappy, Susie.

But you must remember that as the
executive of the state and as a minor

shareholder myself.

And then there were three. You thought
we were all going to get up to a

thing.

Don't be ridiculous.

There.

I say, it's rather like the Three
Musketeers, isn't it?

Let's have a toast.

All for one, and one for all.

To partnership.

And the club.

And the club.

This simply won't do, Mr. Turok.

possibly spend that amount of frippery.

My apologies, Lady Haycock.

I think so too.

Now then, another appointment, if you
please. You're too gracious, madame.

I know I am.

I need something for Scotland.

Something from my autumn collection,
perhaps?

Lord, man, I said I was going to
Scotland not to dance in the Russian

No, I want something like that in tweed.

Good morning, Lady Haycock.

Good morning, Diana.

I'm so sorry, madame. Miss Spencer has
been unfaithful to me. I regret that is

not one of my designs.

Diana, who made that outfit for you?
See, I need a skirt like that.

Was it easy?

What is that?

This charming ensemble of yours.

Was it made by Miss Evangeline?

What?

Well... Well, yes.

I'm afraid I do buy outfits from several
different couturiers, as you know.

Your privilege, madame.

Miss Beatrice, Miss Evangeline.

Try to make a fool of me once too often.

There is a limit even to my patience.

Get out.

What? Now, I'll have your personal
belongings sent round.

You will not spend another minute in my
establishment, nor, if I have anything

to do with it, in any other London
fashion house.

Now, leave.

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