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Oh, what is it? Oh, God.

First time.

What? Talking to yourself.

Oh, well, in that case, I went mad long ago. And you've made me lose my place.

Jack, please be quiet.

Jack! You need a breath of fresh air. I can't possibly. I have mountains to get

through. All work and no play, bitch. You forget to be a very dull girl. Jack,

you should be pleased for us. The orders have been pouring in.

Jack, really!

There's not much to choose between you and my Hector.

How is Penelope? She's wearing herself out, working about 18 hours a day at the

new mission. Now, tea?

Coffee? Spot a supper somewhere?

Not possible. Please, Jack.

I must finish.

It's not good enough.

I'm sure I've done it right.

Cut it like the tunic.

Bessie, it's a jumper blouse. It doesn't fit tight at the waist.

Look at me see if it's true.

And I did a formless, don't you see?

Looks all right to me.

A formless would make it feel more comfortable and look more graceful.

If you're going to work here, you're going to have to get a feel for such

things.

I'll unpick it then.

Order flowing in. Important client.

Special commissions. It's good. Very good.

And even with four extra hands, you're still all working like slaves.

You're just not very well organised, are you?

We're not organised?

Jack, that studio of yours is a mess and always has been.

If you were properly organised, your business wouldn't be collapsing about

ears. Touché.

Blunt, I don't understand.

Jumper's a jumper, Blunt is a blunt.

mean? Jumper Blair?

But you don't like him very much, do you?

Perhaps it's because he's older.

Do get on, Agnes.

That's finished.

It's all right, isn't it?

Quite.

Tilly, you've had a long day.

So have I. Tilly was here before any of us this morning.

You get our phone, Tilly. We can finish up.

I can carry on for a bit. You've done more than enough. Go on now.

Well, your mum's not going to know me getting home this early.

Good night, then.

Good night, Miss Evie.

What can I do?

I'm out of fashion.

No one's clamouring to have me photograph them anymore.

Well, is there anything you can do to get it going again?

I don't really want to.

You know what I'm the first thing to get into?

Moving pictures.

Even more precarious profession than photography, I thought.

You know nothing about it. You have never been inside a movie studio.

No, I've never been to the North Pole, but I know it's cold there.

So not cheap from the account department.

Now, as the director of this company, I order you to finish work in a minute.

Four pounds, nine shillings and four.

Now the other.

Come on, chop, chop.

All finished.

I mean now, this minute.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes.

Miss Beatrice has appointed me timekeeper.

Good night. Good night.

Nice to see you, my little son.

Oh, I'm not always thankful.

Some people can make me do anything.

Evil.

You've done enough.

Oh, I wouldn't do that.

Better she sort it out on her own.

I've got work to do as well.

Good night.

I'm afraid I've upset Evie.

I hardly said a word to her. She's burst into tears. Oh, Jack, where is she?

She ran off to the bathroom, I presume.

She's a so wacky lady. She never speaks to anyone.

I suppose it's still Sebastian's death.

Evie doesn't talk to me about it.

She's drawn completely inside herself all this last week, ever since the

funeral. You haven't exactly been forthcoming yourself.

I know you weren't keen to go to the funeral. Evie felt she should.

It was she, after all, who discovered Sebastian's mother in the first place,

even though the woman turned out to be a fraud.

Still, Evie knew she'd need comforting nonetheless.

She was determined to go.

I couldn't let her face it on her own.

In the event we could pierce... Oh,

maybe that's it.

What do you mean?

Well, aren't funerals supposed to help us come to terms with things?

Lay our feelings at rest along with the one we've lost?

If all it did was churn Evie up even more.

Well, that's it, Jack.

I don't know what Evie's real feelings for Sebastian were.

I threw a light on.

Evie, can I come in?

Right.

Can't you sleep?

Is it Sebastian?

We haven't really talked about all of that.

Well, Evie, you've been very distant with me, and I don't know why.

Of course, Ido.

I was certain you were behind Hugo and he did everything to stop me from

on that airplane.

Why on earth would I do that, Evie?

Because you disapproved of Sebastian.

Or at least the idea of Sebastian of me.

Evie, I was fond of him.

Maybe even more than I realized.

Evie, I'm so sorry.

I have no idea.

See, I could have been on that aeroplane. Oh, but you weren't. You must

this and enjoy the life you've been given.

All I want to do is work.

Don't use work to blot out everything else.

You need to relax.

Go out again.

I know Hugo upset you, Evie, but can't you forgive him?

I never want to see Hugo for as long as I live.

I've gone off met completely.

It's true that I'm only 21.

I need to sort out my feelings.

Time.

Take time to get over this, Evie.

I think we should be really glad we have something else.

An aim.

A purpose.

And as long as we don't kill ourselves, time to achieve it.

I'll be more sensible, I promise.

Good.

Do you think you can sleep now?

Bee?

Oh, nothing now.

It's the sort of idea you'd call premature.

You mean our collection?

It's a good idea.

Of course it is, Edie.

Well, I've been thinking of it myself, but it is premature.

Just think what it would do for us. It would really put the House of Elliot on

the map. If it's a success.

If not, we'd be a laughingstock. Both Elliot sisters, biting off more than

could chew. It would be good for us. It would really make us find down our

ideas, set our style in the public's mind.

At present, it's a little... It's awfully late, isn't it?

Evie, a little what?

Our style is a little... Well... We're at a kind of halfway

stage, don't you think?

There's a sort of overlap from the older, ornate, more elaborate style. Me,

suppose, isn't it? The old girl, born in Queen Victoria's time.

Evie, just because I don't jump to attention the moment the latest craze

in... I didn't say that.

I'd like to get some sleep now.

Sometimes you're quite provoking.

Thank you for the lift. You are kind.

Will you be? I should think about it now.

Everything is all right?

You may have overreached a little with all the refurbishment.

It had to be done.

It wasn't a criticism, my dear. I think you're managing very well for... For two

women with no business training?

Yes, and it was meant as a compliment.

Anything else?

Yes, there is something. I must have given it to Aunt Lydia.

What a little beehive it is.

And such fascinating material.

Copy, Aunt Lydia.

Is this finished? But it's so elegant.

What is it? It's called a cotyard. It's a little coat for formal occasions at

home. We're making it for Lady Beaumont. I must have one. And in this material.

Surely this will suit me. I did explain, Aunt Lydia. We're extremely busy. I

don't think we can manage your whole wardrobe.

My whole wardrobe?

Whatever gave you that idea?

Just a few little things.

Madge, would you take Lady Lydia through to the fitting room, please?

For the auditors in due course.

Now, what was it?

You know what to hold our first board meeting?

It seemed terribly pretentious, our first board meeting, just you and us and

Jack. We've got to do a few things properly.

What's worrying you, Beatrice?

Oh, I feel disloyal even mentioning it. Evie and I usually always... At the

board meeting, you may hear a new, quite ambitious idea.

Evie has such wonderful creative notions and such skill at carrying them out.

But?

Come along, there's obviously a but.

For our clientele, some of her ideas may be a little... advanced.

And you, by nature, are more conservative.

I am not.

I simply feel as a new fashion house we have to fit in with the public taste.

Which you seem to have been doing very successfully.

Yes.

Oh, forget I ever forgive me.

Nothing to forgive.

But, Beatrice, I am supposed to be here to advise.

If there is any difference of opinion between you and Evie, you must have it

out. Settle it before it affects the business.

It's the third time this morning. I hope she isn't, you know... Oh, Brady!

Oh, that Brady's quite, quite crooked.

Agnes!

Mind your own business.

Get on with your work.

This is for Mrs. Calder. She's having her fitting tomorrow. It should be

finished. It just needs adjusting.

Yes, it certainly does.

This is Tilly's work, isn't it? What is the matter with that girl, Madge?

It'll be done, I promise.

Will it better be? Mrs. Calder will be placing a very big order if we get this

right.

Tilly has to come up to standard.

You must keep up a good work discipline, Madge.

You were just talking about him.

Are you all right?

Why shouldn't I be?

What did you say to her about me?

It's not fair, everyone talking behind my back. That's not true.

Tilly, you're not well.

I think you should go home.

You always want to send me home.

Is it so the others get my work and you don't need me?

Oh, that's the thing, forget it. They've been trying to protect you.

Tilly, lately I've had to read quite a lot of your work.

No one outside the workroom knows.

I can't go on like this.

And I can't take time off. Just a half day to rest.

See a doctor.

And lose the half day's pay.

I can't afford that, Madge.

And my family can't afford that.

I'm sure if the sisters knew you were ill, they wouldn't dock you pay.

Well, Evie mightn't.

See if you found me and gave me my first chance.

Miss B, she don't feel like that.

And you can't blame her because it's business.

Look, we can't just let this go on.

There's something...

Oh,

I know I'm on your flippin' business.

You are my business.

Here, look, give me that.

That stuff will kill you.

Who cares?

Well, obviously I do, or I shouldn't be here.

You don't know me.

See that? It happens.

For me, as long as you can say you caught another one in your net.

I know you very well.

You're George Wakefield.

You lived a perfectly sensible life until you got thrown out of work after

years of fateful service.

And you haven't stopped hating the world ever since, which I do understand.

Why you should keep trying to destroy yourself?

Go.

I never knew you actually scrubbed. I don't clean themselves.

Thank you for coming, Jack.

Nice to be asked.

I'm very, very pleased you rang.

You all right?

Did they hurt you?

No, not really.

Ah, Jack.

For the first time, I feel really helpless.

Hoopless. My sister, isn't that?

I've always thought that somehow it'd have some effect on the poverty, the

misery.

But no.

It's all too big for us.

We're both cordially hated and laughed at for being interfering in busybodies.

But I can't go.

What is it?

Oh, I have just hurt myself.

Oh, what a self -pitying bilge.

Of course I can go on.

Just a moment.

You were attacked in some back alley with nobody around to come and help you.

You could have been... Yes.

Jack, I wasn't. Look, I'm sorry. I'm wasting your time.

I know it's useless asking you to give it all up.

But I do worry.

Can I at least ask you, beg you, to be more careful?

I mean it, Penn.

I don't think you're an interfering anything. I respect what you're trying

here. But bluntly, I think it irresponsible for you to put yourself at

You have a family that cares what happens to you. It's not fair to us.

Oh, Tosh.

It's also not fair to the ones you're trying to help, the ones you don't drink

the fire water, don't try to smash your head in.

If you don't care whether or not we'd miss, you think how they would.

I knew I was right to telephone you.

The strength you give me, Jack.

Thank you.

Oh, dear.

How many times do I have to tell you, girl?

Detail.

Detail, detail.

It's not just our design we're noted for, it's the finish.

Put me, Betty.

I didn't do it.

Don't look at me.

All right, I'll speak to it.

I wonder if she does.

Matt, we have Mrs. Favell coming in on Thursday. We're obviously not going to

ready. I'm doing all I can.

I check everything twice these days.

I should hope you check everything twice.

Three times if necessary, but if there's a problem somewhere, you must tell me

where.

Evie? Don't drag me into this. I'm sick and tired of their argument. I'm just

sick and tired.

If you're dissatisfied, Madge, you can always go elsewhere.

Be.

There's no need to game.

Very unfair. Maggie's worn out.

Just plain mean to threaten her.

It's not that easy to find another job.

Especially one who should be so well looked after. We should look after her.

She's devoted to the place. And to us.

Well, it's up to you to keep an eye on things, Evie. You're the one who's in

there among them.

Evie, there is only so much I can do. I'm trying to come up with ideas for the

new collection.

I'm too tired to argue with you.

Nellie.

Um, she won't eat.

I've been trying for half an hour.

Will you keep me company when I eat?

I've almost finished here.

What's the story?

It's her father.

Will you just give me ten minutes?

You all right?

Um, Pilly, and you two dinner.

Betty and Agnes, take yours when they get back, will you?

I've got to get out and get some air.

Tommy Dixon, you ought to have just as I want to go out. You're lovely as

always, Meg.

Let's get on, shall we?

Right, we need 30 packs of mother -of -pearl buttons. 30?

30. You'll go through those in no time. Why not make it 60 and be done with it?

30.

Cotton, white, black, blue and cream.

Usual amount?

Usual amount.

Hooks and eyes now.

You'll sure be needing hooks and eyes the way you lot go through them.

Well, I hope they just made this month.

You bangle fashions. You lot trying to do me out of a job?

All right, leave it to me.

You just off out for your dinner? I need a break.

Well, you need something, girl.

I can't have dinner with you, Tommy.

Why not?

Oh, one beer is a load.

I can't afford the time of the cash for a proper dinner. I have a cup of tea and

a slice of bread and butter at the ABC.

I'll tell you what, I'll treat you to fish and chips. For dinner?

I'll be having them all afternoon.

What's the matter with you?

You used to be a real bright spark.

Oh, I'm fed up.

What? With the answer to Elliot?

Well, you don't have to stay there, you know.

Oh, yeah, just walk out and live on air.

Walk into another job.

Girl, you're all talent and experience.

Oh, either of that seems it.

Yeah, maybe it is.

Another of my customers.

Not as clever as your lady, but a solid old fern.

They just might have a vacancy.

Would you like me to... Why not?

I'd like to show that bitch.

Yeah, why not?

God,

is it that late? When I get into these endless, endless racks of clothes, I

don't seem to notice the time until my head starts positively splitting. Agnes,

can you mind that?

Jack? Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to

you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you.

Oh, I'm going to get some more of that.

Forgetting your own 21st.

Really, Evie, that is taking devotion to duty too far. Leave the girl alone.

Come along, Evie, your friend.

Oh, they're beautiful.

Oh,

it's Molly.

Oh. Not just like her.

I bet the party was Jack's idea.

Of course.

Jack's idea for good life is one long party.

The Desmond and I had planned a more formal affair, but we were overruled.

right, too.

A delightful place for a party.

Jack.

It's from Pan, too.

Yes, it's, um, not exactly for you.

This, on the other hand, has no utilitarian value whatsoever.

A friend bought it back from Paris.

That is so true.

I hope that's what we'll be remembered for, making women more comfortable.

Alas, women have always been resigned to making the choice between being

comfortable and elegant.

Well, I'd hope we make clothes that let them be both.

Thank you, certainly.

Not to the present, but, well, just for you to know.

Thank you.

Not the cafe royal, but...

It's exactly right for my

goddaughter's coming of age.

Happy birthday.

I'm nearly 21.

I mean, I am 21, nearly forgot.

But you haven't eaten anything all day.

Well, that's all right, because I make out for it by drinking all night.

Oh, me, that wasn't meant to be a joke.

I could have trained myself not to feel responsible anymore.

I'm only 21, and I'm a grown woman.

Free, whatever that means.

What does that mean?

I think you'll find out soon enough.

Edie, a birthday dance. Oh, Stunham, I think I get you giddy. You are giddy.

Penelope, Penelope, will you partner me?

Yes, I will.

Oh! Jack!

Jack!

I'm back.

She's been doing far too much. She always does.

I've asked Madge to ring the doctor.

What on earth is the matter with her? We don't know, Aunt.

Well, it's quite killed off the party.

Sorry about that.

Is there anything I can do?

One of us feels too cheerful after this, and they're all dog -tired. You might

just say our goodnights to us, thank you.

Of course, dear.

Poor Penelope.

We have worked so hard together down there in the slums.

It's all right, Pen. You've fainted.

We should be getting off on them, really.

Oh, I don't see why we've got to go.

There's still plenty of booze left.

Betty, really?

Thank you.

Yeah, the doctor shouldn't be long.

Thank you.

It was a lovely party, Evie, and you deserved it.

Oh, thanks, Tilly.

Desmond, we needn't rush away.

Jump in.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, my God.

Wonderful.

Oh, you're kind.

Thank you, lovely boy.

Difficult.

Could be a virus.

Could simply be exhaustion.

Have you some aspirin in the house?

Yes. And I shall give her a brandy and lemon juice. Hot. Right now.

She must keep warm and mustn't be disturbed.

Can she stay here?

Of course, for as long as she needs.

I can manage on your own.

And, um, just in case...

Someone ought to sit with her.

During the night?

I'll do that.

Sometimes I feel like doing just that.

Collapsing on the feet. You've been doing too much as well.

But I still haven't opened your present.

You know, Evie, Jack is right.

You must thought out how to do things more efficiently.

But whatever happens, we still have Pilly.

That's Munson. Kate wouldn't ring.

She gave it to you. I thought I'd never part with it.

Well, here you are, 21, and it just seemed... I shall always take care of

promise.

What's this?

Open it.

As you've now come of age, we've all agreed to make you a full director of

film.

Oh, now I do feel grown up.

I'm so happy. Oh, enjoy it.

I am.

Oh, I'm so happy.

had a fever. She might want to change into this.

Thank you.

She's wet through.

I'm going to have a smoke.

Anne, it's Bea.

I'm just going to change you into this, all right?

What's the matter?

When I was changing Penelope, I found... Oh, God, if anything... It's all right.

She's sleeping now, but... I found on her back the most dreadful bruise.

As if someone hit her, punched her.

God, I have told her she's in danger in that place.

She won't listen.

I feel terrible.

I've laughed at her do -gooding. Jack had no idea.

Should we tell the doctor?

I know she wouldn't want us to, you know, Pam.

And if it is only a bruise, do you think we need to?

Perhaps not.

Just a foolish spoiling of his party.

Don't be silly.

No one mind it.

I'm just concerned that you're all right.

And what's all this about a bruise?

It's all right.

Are you sure?

Yes.

And I don't want them worrying about me.

You know how hard they have to work with their business.

Beatrice is amazing, you know.

She's actually bought Evie up single -handedly.

And even when she's inundated with work, she always wants to look so good.

Oh, that is so good.

I can feel my strength coming back.

Mm -hmm.

You haven't got the faintest idea what I just said.

Fascinating. This is another film studio opening up. A small company with big

ideas. Oh, you're not going to invest in it.

Moving pictures to sound like a novelty, a passing phase to me.

Is it safe?

I'm safe.

Got nothing to invest.

I'd like to get involved somehow, though.

Sorry.

Another cup of beef tea, miss?

I would love some, thanks.

You'll be all right?

Of course. I'm looking to have another relapse, I assure you. Brother knows

best.

Oh, Jack, having a spell.

I was just coming up.

It'd be good to get all this off my mind, though.

Someone has to say it, Tilly.

If your work doesn't improve, I'm sorry, but you should glad to speak to Miss

Beards about letting you go.

I can't go on covering up for you. I get all the nagging, all the criticism.

You've got to do better. I can't.

I've tried, and I can't.

I'm going mad.

I keep getting these headaches.

Honestly, double.

And my eyes are so sore.

Don't cry.

Please don't cry, Timmy.

I have to go.

He thinks you're quite wonderful.

Nonsense.

Are you sure you're warm enough? Evie has a shawl somewhere.

He never stopped talking about the efforts, about how much he admires you,

how all that you've done puts his own efforts to shame, about how strong and

resourceful you are.

But he's never said... I mean, he's very kind. He's always supported us.

Whenever I had any doubts, Jack always encouraged.

But never anything personal.

Well, I think he's nervous that if he did say anything, you might... You might

tell him off.

You are very emphatic, Beatrice.

Am I?

Here we are.

I can see you're getting back to your old self again.

Well, I have been very well looked after here, haven't I?

Thank you.

I know we don't always see eye to eye, Beatrice, but...

I want to ask a favor of you.

Will you be gentle with Jack?

I feel that he's losing his way and he needs people to believe in him.

Yes, of course.

No, it's... Film business. It's that awful nonsense.

Hundreds of pounds spent on idle entertainment.

What I could do with that money at the mission.

Yes.

Yes, I'm sure.

You're not funny!

That's quite right.

I'm dead serious.

Better get back.

You thought any more about them job prospects I mentioned?

Yes. Well, are you going to do something about it or what?

You've done something.

You've seen them, haven't you? Well, you told me to. I was going to arrange it

for you.

It's going to be on my back page.

Well, you should be pleased.

Well, what did they say?

Yes or no?

I've only had one talk with them. It's not settled yet.

Then what do I get out of it? Oh, thank you.

I thought you did it to help me.

You're not working over your break. You know it's not good for you.

I've got a lot to do.

Have you finished your lunch?

I wonder if you might help us.

We've our board meeting now, and I feel someone ought to sit with Miss Penelope.

Oh, yeah, I'd like to do that.

It's all right.

Welcome to our first board meeting.

We shall be quite informal, no need for a chairman. Let's just discuss what we

have to discuss.

Should someone be taking the minutes?

Well, if it's not formal, can't we manage without?

My accountant and I have been through the books and everything is in order.

I understand there's some problem about maintaining the balance between quality

and output.

Jack? Well, Beatrice and Evangeline know my feelings. I think there's a lack of

organisation. The whole staff are working themselves into the ground and

Well, yes, quality and output are both effective.

Well, shall we consider taking on more staff? No, no, they'd only have to be

laid off the moment there was a lull.

We can cope.

Jack's right. We can cope if we just somehow get better organised.

Well, where's the hiccup, then?

I gather it's Tilly. She seems to be having trouble with finely detailed

or even speaking out at all.

Well, perhaps you should consider replacing her. No, we can't. Tilly has

with us right from the start.

You can't run a business like this. If there is a problem, you must address it.

I must say, it seems to me only too typical of your whole approach.

What is wrong with her?

Well, you just go along from day to day, and you can't carry on in this manner.

What do you mean, exactly?

You've got to have goals to work towards, otherwise you just drift.

What are your plans for the future?

We've only just got established. That sort of talk is premature.

Well, we have had one idea.

Phoebe, we have problems now. I don't think we should raise that at this

really. If we knew what it was, perhaps we could give an opinion.

Well, we had thought about sometime in the future creating our own collection.

Not just making clothes ad hoc as the orders come in, but a whole collection

clothes made to our original design.

Oh, yes, you mention this. Now, when might this be? Well, I don't think we

contemplate it for another year yet. Nonsense. It would be very unwise to

until you believe you're ready and only then to start thinking about it.

What is all the sudden urgency?

This is exactly what Sir Desmond and I are talking about. There's not enough

forward planning. Exactly.

Just imagine the problems of staging such an event.

It's almost like putting on a theatrical show.

A year away, start planning right now, and then aim to do it within six months.

Oh, no, we couldn't possibly. We could. If we put ourselves to it, we could.

Yes, well, it's all right for you. You've already started.

I'm sorry.

Could someone please explain?

A collection. In our style.

The question is, what is our style?

But I don't understand.

You've already established a reputation. For quality. For a certain finish.

But the style.

What is our style?

This?

Or this?

They did come.

Told you I'd get them along early for you.

The trouble with some people is they do you one favour and think you're under an

obligation ever after.

Well, just check they're all there, will you, Mr Dixon?

There's no need. They'll all be there. If there's one button... There won't be.

Right. Well, I'd better go and attend to my other customers.

I'll see you later then, Madge.

If I can help it.

Please yourself.

Bye, ladies.

Bye.

Giving him the push, have you, Madge? None of your business, Betty.

I'll take them off your hands for you, if you like.

You just finish what you're doing.

Finish this.

Well, you can finish off the beading on this.

There's pennies. Just do it.

She'll be in the toilet again.

No, she isn't. Miss B has asked her to go and sit with Miss Penelope. A tea and

push conversation, no doubt. Yeah, well, we have to put right all her mistakes.

Betty! It's true, Madge.

We know what's going on. Oh, yeah?

Yeah. Well, that's your lookout.

But don't expect us to do Tilly's work for her.

We work hard enough as it is. You do what you're told.

I'll inform Miss B that your work is not satisfactory and advise her to let you

go. And that's all of you. Oh, what about Tilly?

Tilly as well. You're bluffing.

Anyway, why are you protecting her?

They've been here longest. Stick together, they do.

That's enough.

It's my responsibility to see that the work gets done. How I do it is up to me.

If you're not happy, there are plenty to take your place.

Well, what's wrong with Tilly?

I don't know. We all go through bad patches.

But instead of all this squabbling, we should all stick together.

Now, if any of you have anything else to say...

Say it.

Of course, I'm no expert, but they both look very pretty to me. Jack knows what

I mean.

This one's more elaborate.

The beading, the fringing, that curlicue, what's it, around the collar.

this one is more modern.

That is Evie's.

And there are more where they came from, Arthur.

B.

Why is it suddenly a contest?

Jack, it's been coming for months.

Evie and I have a fundamentally different approach.

I don't think that's true, Bea.

Making as we go, as we do now, it isn't so noticeable. But in a collection of

our work... But variety is the spice of life. Not all women want the same thing.

Let those who want modern lose this one and those who want curlicues have the

other. Am I right, Bea? A house needs one single clear attitude.

Two contradictory styles could confuse its public, weaken its position in the

marketplace. I don't know anything about marketplaces. All I know is how to cut,

how to draw, how to design.

And if you guys... And you don't think about whether we could sell them or not.

I think it's useless to have brilliant ideas so far ahead of the public taste.

Are my ideas so far ahead, Bea, or is it that yours are lagging behind?

Perhaps that question could be answered at another time.

But I do strongly advise you to make it your aim to design, make and display the

House of Elliot's first original collection within six months from now.

Oh, it's wonderful, Miss Penelope. She solved it.

Solved what?

Me eyes.

I've been so frightened to see a doctor because I thought, I really thought I

was going to go blind or something.

And Miss Pen, it's the other look.

He listens to me problems, and you know what he thinks?

I need glasses, and no one expects.

That's wonderful, Tilly. You know, my sister really is very good value.

Ah, that hiccup.

I suggest that the board hereby authorizes Tilly to take an hour off and

herself down to the nearest optician.

Off you go.

Well, what is it?

Tell them the rest of the problem.

You, straight back to bed.

Not until this is out in the open.

Tilly?

I don't want to say.

It's money, isn't it?

You can't afford the optician.

Well, that's only part of it, though I think it's true Tilly does need glasses.

But she's also overtired.

She's exhausted.

She's been taking on extra work from other firms, sewing in the evenings and

weekends, because she virtually supports her whole family.

And... I'm afraid that Mrs. Elliot do not pay her quite enough money to make

ends meet.

Tilly, why didn't you say loyalty?

So you need more money.

How much?

Say it, Tilly.

Another five bob a week.

Two and six.

Three and six.

Done.

Do you approve?

I do.

I do approve.

I should tell you all, Kimmy has just been given a raise.

You're not all I warn you to expect one to, in time, perhaps.

Is anyone unhappy with this? Betty?

Agnes?

Anyone? Sure, I'll never expect... Good. Match.

I'm perfectly content, thank you, Miss B.

The time being.

Oh, if there's a road further down the road, that gives me a goal, doesn't it?

One further thing you should all know, we shall, six months from now, be

presenting our first complete original collection.

After, perhaps you should say, certain fundamental differences have been ironed

out, one way or another, once and for all.

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