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Thank you.

This is Kelly.

I just wanted to say we're happy.

Sorry?

You walk up to me and say you're sorry?

You made her life a misery, do you know that?

You sent her to her grave.

Oh, please, we only meant to... Only meant to disobey her.

Only meant to defy her.

And that support you gave her.

But I suppose you even noticed, did you, how she slaved for you?

At her wit's end, she was because of these two.

We talk about this. I have nothing to say to you.

Ask them what happened.

She felt responsible, Florence did.

You should have seen the trouble she was having.

You should have noticed.

Hardworking she was.

And as loyal as they come.

Wouldn't hear a word against you.

Look where it got her.

Just look where it got her.

Well,

go on, then.

Oh, that was the one that Florence was... Oh, look.

Someone's got to finish Mrs Simmons' suit.

Oh, Bessie, a little job for you.

It's just a sleeve.

They were a touch too long.

Florence had the new length pinned ready. See?

Poor Mr. Ramby.

I didn't mean Florence any harm on her.

She was difficult, though, wasn't she, Tilly?

It wasn't all our fault, was it?

It feels like it now she's dead and gone.

I won't forget the look on his face.

Not as long as I live.

Sitting in the dark?

How'd it go?

You make it sound like a scene in one of your films, Jack.

It was a funeral.

How do you think it went?

Must have been very unpleasant for you.

But Mr. Ranby's right, Jack.

We should have been more aware of the difficulties Florence was having.

No, I think we were aware, really.

It just seemed easier, in the light of all our other problems, to ignore it and

just hope they'd sort it out themselves.

You can't do everything.

A man without a third is natural enough.

Try not to dwell on it, darling.

I'm surrounded by trouble these days, Jack.

This business with Siroyan is worrying me more and more each day. I know you

don't like me to talk about it, Jack, but I don't know what to do.

Tell me to have a word with Joseph.

Try and pin him down a bit on the suspicions of his.

Well, Joseph's hardly a fanciful man, Jack.

Something odd is going on.

Relax, Bea.

It's late.

I'm tired.

I'm going to have a bath.

Either look where you're going or go where you're looking. Sorry, Mabel.

You're a bit fine again,

Agnes. Sorry.

Hello, ladies.

Badge, Tilly, would you come through to my office?

Who's it going to be then, eh?

Taking Florence's place?

One of them two?

Or will they get someone else in?

So what we propose, Madge, is to make you head of both workrooms.

Thank you, Miss Beatrice.

And to promote you, Tilly, to head sempstress overall, if you think you can

cope. Oh, I can now, Miss B.

I'm ever so much more sure of myself without Florence. And I don't mean any

disrespect by that. I know it was just her way. She didn't mean me any harm.

No, we understand, Tilly, but you're sure you can cope?

I'm sure I can.

Good. Well, that's settled then.

Yes, Madge.

It's not the workrooms that's bothering me, but there's no one to replace

Florence's cutter, is there?

Say what you like about Florence, but there's nobody here who can cut like she

could. It's an education just to watch her.

And now we're doing more tailor daywear while we need someone that good.

A trained tailor. A cutter with couture experience in one of the bigger houses,

perhaps. If we're going to build up the daywear we're doing with Beatrice.

Well, we'll make some inquiries, but in the meantime...

We can manage, don't you worry. Thank you both.

Oh, thank you, Miss B. And Phoebe.

Oh, Florentine.

One had to be extremely careful these days.

The gentlemen of the press were coming rather a nuisance.

Only last week my husband was caught suppressing a yawn at Therabelle

Lady Elizabeth.

Evangeline. Now, that's sitting much better, isn't it? Yes, it feels better,

too. Good.

Now, Alice was telling me you wanted to see some designs for autumn day wear.

Oh, yes, I wanted something plain, almost casual, in a light tweed,

Well, let's see what we have.

How lovely to see you. Be it, Tris. Oh, I can't tell you how pleased I am with

the work you're doing for me.

And Evangeline has been showing me some delicious things for the autumn. Oh,

good. I am pleased.

Evangeline.

Hello.

I've come to collect Elizabeth.

Oh, of course.

She's with my sister. I'll just tell them you're here. They know I'm here.

Are you on your way from the house?

Yes, yes, a committee meeting earlier this afternoon.

This must come a poor second best to taking tea on the terrace overlooking

Thames, especially on a day like this.

Now, I mustn't keep Alexander waiting any longer, but before I go, let me tell

you about Gwendolyn.

She's married my cousin Teddy, a darling boy, far too young to have taken on a

dukedom, but she needs guidance, Beatrice, with her wardrobe.

Fine, sending her to you.

Promise me you'll take the greatest care of her.

Elizabeth, I would be delighted.

Thank you.

Looks to me exactly like a drip sandcastle.

Absolutely.

What looks like a drip sandcastle? The House of Parliament, Evangeline thinks.

Oh, but you do.

How very apt. It's the most bizarre building.

Have you ever been inside the Palace of Westminster, Evangeline? No, never.

Oh, but you should. You'd love it.

Oh, I'd love to.

Maybe someday.

Alexander shall take you on his guided tour.

He knows all its secrets.

Arrange it now, my dear, or you'll forget to.

Bee?

Are you ready?

For what?

Drive you home.

Goodness gracious me. It's like a nightmare.

I have two bridesmaids. One is five foot nine and skeletal. The other one is

built like Humpty Dumpty. If I'm not careful, the Fortescue wedding is going

look absurd.

I have to finish this. It's going to take me some time.

You hadn't forgotten you were going to talk to Joseph.

No, but not today.

Jack, you promised. All right.

All right.

There you go, sir. I'm relieved, Mr. Maddox.

About what?

Knowing how Mr. Soroyan feels about me, I thought that I was going to dismiss

you.

Now, what I want to talk to you about is the basis of your accusations against

Ralph Soroyan.

We all have our theories, but what we don't have is any actual proof, real

evidence.

While I was working at the bank, there was always a chance I'd come upon

something of that nature.

But now... So, all we have to go on are your suspicions.

Hmm.

Is anyone still working for Sir Royan? He might be able to help.

Not that I know of, but no one I trust.

And Mr Sir Royan is always very careful in that respect.

That's why he got rid of me.

I see.

If there's anything I can do, I'll do it.

The question is, what?

Indeed.

Let's have the other half, shall we?

Buttonhole, if I may.

Jack,

how much longer will this take?

Do you think I'm doing this for fun? I'm fixing the car as quickly as I can.

Jack, I should be at my desk by now.

No one is indispensable, my dear. The roof of the House of Elliot I'd like you

to fall in just because you are half an hour late for work.

I have an appointment with Sir Royan now.

Where are you going?

To catch a bus.

Ah, Mr Sir Royan, good morning.

And to you.

I'm afraid neither Miss Beatrice nor Miss Evangeline are here yet.

Really?

Miss Beatrice is always here by this time. I'm sure she will be at any

Would you care for a cup of coffee while you wait?

Thank you.

Edmund Coffey. Thank you.

Tell me, do you enjoy your work here, Miss?

It's Mrs.

Burgoyne. Alice Burgoyne.

And thank you, yes, I'm very happy here.

And a fashion of passion with you too, Mrs. Burgoyne?

Hardly a passion.

I save that for my roses.

No, we share an interest.

I've been a compulsive collector of the rarest species of tea rose for, well,

it's too long now.

What did you think of the show, the Chelsea show this year?

I'm afraid I didn't see it.

I lost my husband recently, you see, and I haven't been about much since.

Oh, indeed. I'm sorry to hear that.

But life goes on, you know.

Life goes on.

Yes.

The Physic Garden, I think, is my favourite.

Do you know it?

No. You should, you should. It's quite beautiful.

Mrs. Burgoyne, would you, I wonder, care to dine with me one evening?

An hour or two over a pleasant meal. We could discuss the relative merit of the

various hybrids.

Compare remedies for black spot.

What do you say?

Thank you.

I'd like to.

Mr. Royne, I'm so sorry to be so late.

Perhaps you would come straight through to my office.

If I may. Good morning, Alice.

Good morning, Miss Henry. Thank you.

Jack has some trouble with his motor car.

Well? They're all in order.

Then you will concede that my faith in Joseph has not been misplaced. Please

down. Thank you.

However, there is a great deal of wastage.

Here.

Here. Here.

Here. Well, I've marked it all the way through.

But what really astonishes me, and what is costing your firm a considerable sum

of money each month, is that you are failing to take advantage of your 30

credit terms.

In some cases, you're paying on the invoice rather than waiting for the

statement. But if we owe the money... Then you keep it for as long as you can.

You allow it to earn interest for us in our account rather than for them in

theirs. This is common practice, I do assure you. What you're doing at the

moment is naive, to say the least.

We have always paid our bills on time.

Oh, indeed.

But not always at the time most advantageous to us.

We take pride in being on good terms with our suppliers.

Miss Elliot, they are not going to think any the worse of you for employing

proper business practice.

Quite the reverse. They'll respect you for it.

Now, the procedure is quite simple.

At the end of each month, Mr Wint will bring the cheques to my chief

accountant's office. I will counter -time them, and they will then be

on the appropriate dates.

I do not consider that necessary.

However,

I do, Miss Elliot.

So you will be instructed to wind accordingly.

Thank you.

I need kidding out completely.

Everything. The glorious twelfth. The opera, the races, the dances, the

parties. Lady Monford suggested I put myself entirely in your hands.

I like to think I know what suits me, but what suits me might not be quite

acceptable. And now I must make certain that I always look absolutely correct.

For Teddy.

Edward. My husband.

The Duke of Bridgewater, you see.

Oh, but isn't this colour divine?

But a bit on the bright side, yes?

I can tell by your faces. I'm not stupid.

Well, I think perhaps a softer shade would be more flattering to your skin

And more acceptable.

The overall effect must be... Of elegance.

Restrained elegance.

Yes.

But not too restrained, no.

Miss Beatrice, there's someone to see you.

It's Mr. Ramby.

He's in your office.

Please excuse me, Your Grace.

Mr. Ramby.

These are for the two young ladies, Miss Elliot.

Madge and Tilly.

With my humblest apologies to them and to you and your sister.

I shouldn't have spoken like that the other day. It was out of order.

Yes, well, we were all very upset that day, Mr. Ramby.

Please, sit down.

Thank you.

Things might so easily have been different, you see.

If only I'd listened to her.

Work was getting on top of her.

She wanted to leave and I persuaded her not to.

Still, there's no point in going over it and over it, I realise that.

Must be very difficult for you, alone without... Without Florence?

Don't be afraid to say her name, Miss Elliot.

People think it upsets me, but I like to hear her name.

I'm managing, thank you.

Take it a day at a time like you're supposed to.

And my employers have been very understanding.

I'm a tailor, you know.

They're a nice bunch I work with.

It'll get easier at time parties.

Well, I should be going.

Sloane, it's very much missed here too, you know.

He was appreciated and respected.

These belong to her.

I thought perhaps... Thank you.

Yes, respected.

But not liked.

No.

She meant well, Miss Elliot.

Goodbye, Mr. Ramby.

Thank you for your understanding, Miss Elliot.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

How did you get on?

Poor man.

He was so ashamed of his outburst the other day. He asked me to apologize to

you, and he's brought these flowers for Madge and Tilly.

Evie, did you know he was a tailor?

I wondered whether he might make a suitable cutter for us here.

Well, we don't know anything about his work.

That's true.

I doubt he'd have the kind of experience in couture cutting that we need.

And it might be difficult for him here.

Too many memories, I dare say.

Oh, Bea, I shall be here this afternoon. The Montford car is coming to pick me

up at a quarter to three.

Of course. It's your House of the Parliament treat.

Is he going to give you tea on the terrace?

I shall insist on it.

The first palace at Westminster was occupied by Edward the Confessor and was

official residence of the Sovereign until Henry VIII helped himself to

Palace.

After a fire, it was largely restored by Richard II, who was responsible for the

hammerbeam roof in Westminster Hall.

Would you mind showing me where Guy Fawkes hid his barrels of gunpowder?

It was in the cellars under the old palace yard, wasn't it?

You don't need a guide, Evangeline.

Tell me, what else do you know?

Not much, I'm afraid.

Only that after the big fire in 1834, the architect for the new building was

chosen by open competition.

Sir Charles Barry. But he died before the completion of the new building.

Charles lived to see the official opening, though.

By Queen Victoria, of course. In 1852.

Bravo.

This is one of our committee rooms.

It's where you work.

Sometimes.

How can you better be in such a gloomy place?

Evie.

Oh.

No, no, come on in, gentlemen. We were just leaving.

It could have been very embarrassing for both clients, but no harm came to

either in the end. It was difficult to keep a straight face.

Alice, Alice, forgive me.

Don't you ever find it excellent working for those two young women?

I mean, their knowledge of haute couture, besides your own, it must have

into insignificance. Well, in my opinion, the Miss Elliotts are both

and hard -working.

I enjoy working for them.

Hardly professional, though.

A couple of green girls, playing, playing at being fashion designers.

You're loyal.

Sweet Alice.

Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown.

And blushed with delight at the sight of your smile.

And trembled with fear.

At your frown.

Mother Bradley.

No. No, thank you.

It's getting rather late. I think I should be going. I think you should be

leaving. I really would like to go home now, Ralph. Please.

I've offended you?

I'm sorry.

Perhaps I misunderstood you.

I thought we were to have dinner tonight simply as friends.

I thought... I believed you understood my circumstances.

I'm not ready yet. Sweet Alice, don't be hasty.

Don't be hasty.

Consider what I can offer you.

I don't wish to consider anything of the sort.

If I've misled you in any way, I apologise.

Thank you for dinner.

Good night.

Betty, the Duchess of Bridgewater will be here in a tick for a fitting of her

afternoon gown. She needs it for Monday without fail.

Take it through to the fitting room, will you?

And, er, girl, the Duchess is very friendly and that, but, er, remember

places, please, when you're attending to her.

Here, look.

She's got a picture in today's paper.

Er, the Duke.

Er, Teddy.

Oh, love's young dream, eh?

Oh, look at that one on Lord and Lady Montford.

She's wearing that shiny silk I did for her.

Oh, don't she look lovely?

Yeah. I must get on, Becky. Don't be long without me.

Oh, dear.

Oh, what a shame.

Oh, calm, madam.

Here.

Oh, madam. Very kind.

Here. I know you. I've seen you on the stage.

You're Greg Garland, aren't you?

Come this way. Make sure everyone can thank you.

All right, now come on, that's it. Now, Betty, will you put them in water? The

rest of you, back to work.

Well, where are you going?

No entities, no? No, there's a coincidence.

That's just where I'm headed.

We could go together.

What? You and me?

Yeah. Me.

And you.

Hey, fun to see you tonight. It's been fun though.

Yeah, I don't know.

Of course you do.

You look a little like you.

You like working at the House of Elliot, then, do you?

I've been hard work, yeah.

I saw you come out the door.

Oh. And I saw the Duffington Bridgewater come out, too.

Yeah, well, you would have, because we're doing all that quality work.

It's not stuck up at all.

What's your job, then?

Mr Eric Bulmer.

Reporter. Daily messenger.

Oh. I'm on the society news column.

Fancy.

Come to think of it... Agnes. Yeah.

Come to think of it, Agnes.

You and I might be able to do a little bit of business together.

What sort of business?

Snippet.

Snippet? Yeah, listen to that. Tittle -tattle. Gossip, if you like.

Information you pick up in the course of your duty. See what I mean?

Oh, well, I don't know. There's no arm in it.

It's innocent fun.

Absolutely confidential.

It's useful for me and a little bit extra for you, right?

Give us a tinkle any time. The number's on the card.

Got to go now.

Yes, perfectly. Why?

You look a bit tired.

Meaning old, meaning plain. That's exactly what I wanted to hear, Evie.

No, meaning tired.

You haven't had a break in ages.

Why don't you and Jack take this weekend at the cottage?

I never seem to have any time lately.

Either he's too busy or I am.

You look a bit tired yourself, Evie. You could do with some fresh air.

Me? No, I'm fine.

You're right, Hebe.

I do need a weekend away from all of this.

No, I'm sorry, Mrs. Ryan. We don't appear to have an appointment for you.

booked in my name, not his.

He's just going to, um... Settle the account?

I see.

Then you must be Mrs. Nugent.

Mrs. Maria Nugent.

Please take a seat, Mrs. Nugent. I'll just see if a fitter is free.

She's to have the best, Mrs. Burgoyne. The very best.

Of course, Mr. Sorrell.

Hello, Jack.

Hi.

How's the story coming along?

Slowly. Supper's ready. I'll shut me a moment.

Good.

Do you know how long it is since we went to the cottage?

Jack, are you listening to me?

Sorry.

There, I'm all yours.

I want to go to the cottage this weekend.

Just us.

Away from everything.

No, we can't. Not this weekend. We've got to meet up with some backers at a

house party in Kent.

Franz Klein and his wife are going to be there.

A working house party. You talk business with Klein while I amuse his wife?

Wonderful.

And now you're... I,

uh... I'm thinking about your business with Ralph Soraya.

Oh?

You see, now that Joseph has access to the bank's premises, and knowing his

layout as he does, I thought that that... Just an idea.

Happy with it? I'm over the moon, Miss Elliot.

And Teddy will simply love it.

Good. I'm glad you're pleased with it.

Now, if you'll excuse me, Your Grace.

I'd never have thought of wearing this colour, you know. And you're right, it

does suit me. It looks what Harry Westervelt would call dandy.

Do you know Harry at all, Miss Elliot?

No, I don't think... No, he's an American, of course. He's from the

speaks with his delicious straw.

Excuse me. His parents have taken flax and manna for the summer.

They throw the wildest parties.

The things I could tell you.

Last week, after dancing till three in the morning, someone suggested we should

go on the lake in puns, so we did.

Harry and me in one, Teddy and Eustacia Murdoch in another.

Then Harry insisted we land on this tiny island. It was right in the middle of

the lake.

Sorry. I think we could have some tassel beating here. Agnes, could you fetch me

some sandals? Thank you. Just a touch more antithesis, I think.

Teddy said no because it was getting rather chilly.

He can be very strict, Teddy.

has seen them waving from the jetty and had rowed out to rescue them.

Harry's excuse was that the punt had slipped its moorings and drifted off.

Well, it makes a change from running out of petrol in a motor car, I suppose.

But, oh, dear, what an adventure.

What a scandal.

So romantic, don't you think, Agnes?

All night marooned in a boathouse with Harry Westerfeld.

You're jumping the gun a bit, aren't you, Agnes?

Twenty -five too, you know. Oh, well, I'm in a hurry.

Yeah, we know this.

Hey, Beth, how do you work them telephone things?

Oh, it's very easy.

They tell you when to put your money in, and then you turn the disc thing at the

side, and then you're going to ring up them, Agnes, eh?

As regards the loan, Sir Ryan's got the house of Elliot and the other companies,

too, on a legal technicality.

taking advantage of his greater knowledge of banking procedures.

It's these phantom companies of his, that's where he's outside the law.

But we need the evidence.

There's a vault next to Sir Rowan's office.

My guess is that's where we'll find our evidence.

I know there's a spare key to that vault, and it's gone missing, hasn't it?

You're a good man, Joseph.

But you must be careful. I don't want you to take any risks.

I'm no hero, Mr Maddox, and I'm not enjoying this.

But I'm determined to get to the bottom of it.

All night, she said, alone, with this rich American.

Westerfell, he called him. Harry... Westerfell. Harry Westerfell. Yes,

it. Maroon they were, all night long. Just him and her. In the middle of some

lake. I did it on purpose, she said.

Just let the punch... drift away.

Not breakfast, every woman half -crossed. I'll bet they were, Agnes, you

beauty. You've heard of the Westerfelts, haven't you? They're only the society

story of the decade.

Who knew there was a scandal brewing? Only no one could discover who the lady

was. Yeah.

Been watching half a dozen possibles for weeks.

Stay right where you are, my lovely. Buy yourself another cake.

Give me half an hour and I'll be back for you.

And I'll give you the best night out you've ever had in your life.

Just you and me, Agnes.

Just you.

And me?

Yeah.

Ah, easy.

Did I miss Bea?

Yes,

she left about half an hour ago.

Just one of the prints Alexander gave you?

Yes.

May I?

You know, I think you should tell me about it.

Tell you about what, Jack?

About you and Alexander.

There's nothing to tell.

Oh, dear.

Poor old Evie.

Jack, I like Alexander. He's a very charming man. You know that's not what I

mean.

You're all he talks about, you know, whenever we meet.

I can't stop thinking about him.

Is it my fault that I can't stop thinking about him?

I know I must. I...

I have to. I simply have to.

It's impossible, Jack.

I know.

I know it's hard to deny your feelings.

I'm not naive. I understand the situation.

I know what I should do.

If I was to ask your advice... Don't.

I wouldn't give it to you even if you did.

Of course not.

I am lucky to have a brother -in -law like you, Jack.

So, where are you going to put these prints?

Come on, then. Give it to me, then.

Don't push. We should manage.

We should read it out.

speculation is ended as to the identity of the lucky lady who has won the heart

of Texan playboy Harry Westerfelt Jr., who, in Europe for the season with his

parents, Wilma and Harry Sr., has hosted some of the most extravagant events of

the summer calendar.

A reliable source confirmed yesterday that Gwendolyn, Duchess of Bridgewater,

spent a romantic night on an island in the lake at Flaxham after a lively party

at the manor last weekend.

The Duchess, who only recently married Edward, now is Duke of Bridgewater, and

is probably better known to our readers as Gwen Gardner, star of many musical

comedy successes.

Well, I'll be blown!

Look at that picture!

That's the House of Elliot she's going into.

Can you believe it? The House of Elliot on the front page of its own messenger!

What's the next?

But it wasn't her, though. Well, it wasn't her. It wasn't her.

Do you remember that story the Duchess told us?

It was another girl. It was Eustacia something.

She's the one who got stuck on the island with Harry... whatever his name

Our Duchess went back to the house with the Duke because it was getting rather

chilly. Remember?

Oh, well, there'll be some fur flying now, all right. Oh, look.

Eustacia, the Duke of Bridgewater was this morning unavailable for comment.

I'll bet he was.

Look, reporters.

Oh, now, no peeping, ladies. Come on. Go back to work. Chop, chop.

Them lot down there are just like that.

Come on, Admiral.

Just stand there. Get moving.

Have you any comment on the Great Water Affair?

Any comment, please, on the Harry Westfell Affair?

I have nothing to say to you. And no, you do not have my permission to take my

photograph.

If you misquote me or print lies about me, my solicitors will deal with you as

they are at this moment dealing with the editor of the Daily Messenger.

Your Grace.

You've seen this, I suppose?

No. Your Grace, I can assure you... Assure me? How can you assure me of

anything? There must have been a mistake made here. There certainly must be. It

says here, a reliable source from within a well -known establishment currently

patronised by Gwendolyn, Duchess of Bridgewater. Yes, perhaps it was some

house. No!

There's a photograph of this building, of me entering your door.

They're scandal -mongers, these reporters.

They're determined to tear my reputation to shreds. They've been watching me

ever since my marriage, waiting for me to put a foot wrong, prepared to ruin my

life for a story that isn't even true.

But that story, inaccurate as it is, originated in this building, in your

fitting room. We will, of course, do everything we can to find out which

of our staff has been so indiscreet.

person any idea of the harm they've done to me.

And indeed to you.

I trusted you.

I thought I was amongst friends here.

Your Grace, I... It

may surprise you in circumstances, Miss Elliot, to learn that mine was a love

match.

I hadn't realized how much my life would have to change.

I suppose I thought I could just go on being Gwen Garland and have all the

advantages of my grand marriage too.

How wrong I was!

I must become watchful, guarded, suspicious.

You realise, of course, I can no longer patronise the House of Elliot.

Any further communications will be conducted through our solicitors.

Goodbye, Miss Elliot.

Why should she?

Why should she have to change herself into somebody else just to please

A reliable source from within a well -known fashion house. Evie, who else

that story?

Tilly was in the room.

Well, it wouldn't be Tilly. She's got far too much sense.

Raj, would you ask Agnes to come through to my office, please?

Immediately.

Sit down, Agnes.

Agnes, do you know anything about this business with the Duchess of

Did you say anything to anybody?

Eric. Eric.

He's a reporter, miss.

Have you been gossiping about our clients to a reporter?

He said there was no arm in it.

Agnes, surely you must have realised.

Just a bit of fun, he said.

Um, snippets of news.

Things people like to read about them.

I didn't think that I... And then I got it all wrong.

I'm sorry.

And I just wish... Yes, we all wish that, Agnes.

you shall go and tidy yourself.

Then we shall go to the Duchess of Solicitors, where you will tell them

calmly exactly what happened, what you heard, and what you thought you heard.

I can't, Miss. You can, Agnes, and you will.

Ah, Wynne. You brought us some checks, have you?

Agnes will have to go.

I simply can't trust her anymore.

She was very foolish and she didn't even realise it.

You have no choice.

Jack, I thought Evie and I might go to the cottage this weekend, as you're so

busy. She needs the fresh air and you don't really need me at this house

do you? I do. They're expecting you.

I'm counting on you to help me with the clients. If he invests in the film,

others will follow suit. If he doesn't, then something won't be made.

Don't you feel good with people like him?

If you can't persuade him, nobody can.

All right.

If you really want me to.

I do.

He could still go, couldn't he?

By himself?

Why not?

Well, I've jested to her.

Jack, I forgot.

Joseph asked me to give you this.

What is it?

I don't know.

Jack, has Joseph found something?

I thought I'm going to find out.

I might just catch Alexander at his club.

They're going to sack me, I know it. Join the club.

My club last night.

Sorry.

Come for a walk in the park.

Share our woes.

Agnes not back yet?

No. Well, when she does come in, tell her Miss Beatrice and Miss Evie want to

see her.

Immediately. Well, it wouldn't surprise me if she didn't come back at all.

She knows what's waiting for her, poor little thing.

Should have thought of that before.

Agnes. Oh.

No, I don't want to go to the police.

Please, please don't make me be a thief.

After all, it was all my fault. Agnes, that is nonsense.

He had no right to do what he did. I don't blame him. He lost his job because

me. It's a good idea.

Take her home, Tilly, and stay with her as long as she needs you.

Poor stupid girl.

Well, we can't dismiss her, Evie. Not after that beating.

Of course we can't.

What a week it's been.

Never mind. In a couple of hours, we'll all be behind us.

Oh, Evie, I forgot.

I can't go to the cottage this weekend.

Jack needs me at this party, and I promised I'd go.

And now I've let you down.

You could still go to the cottage, though.

Alone?

Why not?

Who's it?

Evie.

Don't send me away.

Please, don't send me away.