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You like it?

Magnificent.

Without our Sundays, I'd go potty, I think.

Thank you, Jack.

I'm still not relaxed. Look at that throne.

Sorry. I can't stop scrutinizing things.

Let's see if it sets off any ideas.

For the collection.

For the collection.

So far we've settled on blue.

Blue is the key color. Let's decide on a theme.

I think they have that.

Zebe had any ideas?

It's a bit stumped too, I think.

It all ties in. Nocturne, a nightpiece. And we'd already decided on evening wear

and a range of blues.

Well?

Yes.

Yes, Evie.

And we make that the title of the collection.

Nocturne. Not by Chopin or Whistler, but by the House of Elliot.

Oh, well done, Evie. We've got our theme.

A letter, milady.

From America.

Thank you, Charles.

I thought the fabric should be in shot taffeta to get that shimmering effect.

And the turquoise adds a lighter note.

It's lovely.

It's light.

It's like one of the colours in his other nocturnes.

The blue and green.

You know, Evie, those paintings are famous now.

But in their day, they caused the most enormous fuss.

Whistler was controversial.

I was wondering if we should not just be a bit daring, you know, put colours

together that don't necessarily... Is this my practical business like sister?

Well, not the whole show, but just the final tableau.

Final tableau, gosh.

Sounds like a shallow review.

Well, Jack says we should be as big and bold as if we were on the stage at the

London Coliseum. Oh, well, Jack says then.

Oh. Bea, it's a good idea. I just think... Well, it needs... I know.

Refining a little. We'll start again.

Hello there, ma 'am.

Miss

Mavet,

a word, please.

I wonder what she wants now. Where's Charlie?

OK, here, Sarah. Take it easy, take it easy. There you are.

But I've always gone out with the van.

The church is playing a bigger part now.

Reverend Adams is a very capable man.

Doesn't need help.

Well, what am I supposed to do? Sit about here all day, leaving everything

others? You might spend a little time trying to think up new ways of raising

money.

I've been doing the accounts.

Our bank balance is far from healthy.

I'm not an accountant or a miracle worker.

They've appointed you administrator. You think something.

To make real money, we need something like this.

What are they supposed to be doing?

It is a dance, Miss Maddox.

For charity.

Charity ball. That is grotesque.

If people had any real heart, they would just give. They're just parasites.

I think a charity ball sounds a good idea.

Oh, and in which book of the scriptures did you read that?

Theology was never my strong point, Penelope.

If it's between faith and works, I plump for works. Now, who could we get who

could give it exactly the right... Valor.

Claude Valor.

A very distinguished man of fashion.

If I wanted fashion, I would just go to my friend, the Elliot.

The Elliot?

I've never heard of them.

French.

He could be the guest of honour.

I do think it's a good idea.

Sometimes we have to do things we don't like in order to raise money.

I'm quite pleased with this.

So I have another little chore for you.

They're in a French magazine, but you'll have to help me. I simply can't decide

which one.

Um, I'm terribly sorry, but we're not doing this kind of thing anymore.

What kind of thing?

We only do originals.

No copies.

But you've done copies for other people. I've seen them on my friends.

Our policy has changed. You see, we have a reputation now for original work. How

damnably arrogant.

Aren't you getting a little above yourselves?

Every house has its own way of doing things. Well, from now on, you may do

without my patronage.

I don't even expect to see me here again.

Madge, will you get Miss Rattigan a taxi, please?

Taxi!

Well, that's a landmark.

The first customer we have ever turned away. I hope we've done the right thing.

B, half at nine, job at seven.

Who do they think they are?

Not doing any more copies.

Nobody is.

It's rather going out.

I don't believe it.

Who on earth am I going to get to do my... Oh, taxi!

No.

I couldn't. You wouldn't be right.

What do you do in your own time? You're very bad.

I'm sure you could do with a little extra pocket, mightn't you?

Yes. Nice. Yes, that's good.

These are awful.

You've never made me look like this before.

May I see?

I'm so sorry. I'm afraid I've sent them to you without... Without

what, young man?

They should have been retouched.

You... mean to say that all my previous photographs... Oh, it's not true. You're

losing your touch. Everybody knows that.

I do not look like that.

Well, I'm afraid, surely you were aware to excuse me from a bitch. I will not.

And I shall be taking my custom elsewhere.

Oh, you should have been a bit more tactful. She is your bread and butter.

You're getting so cavalier the way you treat people, including me. Supper

tonight. No, please, thank you. Is it convenient?

I've other things on my mind. Yes, and so have I.

Jack, I'd love to be with you. You know I do.

But Edie and I are very busy at the moment. I wish you'd never thought of

blasted collection. Jack, you of all people, please be fair to me.

I have to concentrate on the collection for the time being. You must see that.

You should be concentrating on your work, too. This work right here. Not

plans and dreams.

If I were doing what I wanted to... Jack, that's not good enough.

Why don't you retouch those pictures and send them to the poor woman? Forget the

old dowager. What about that supper?

I have to work through tonight.

I can't load it all on Evie.

So I have to wait till next Sunday?

Yes.

Please.

Yes? Miss Howell.

I'm not so sure this is such a good idea after all.

You asked me to come here.

I did, didn't I?

On the table.

On the table, girl.

I simply cannot make up my mind.

A copy of this one, or that, or that.

Anyway, could you manage it?

I think so.

I just don't know.

Those Elliot girls have got it right, but I don't know you.

I'd say this one was you.

They're all me.

Why that one especially?

Instinct. I look at them all, and I look at you, and that one, just it.

What would it cost?

How about if I make you something and you don't like it, you don't pay?

You want to do this quite badly, don't you?

Are you also a little tired of the Elliot sisters?

Don't mean to imply that, May.

Ambitious, I would think.

Well, that's no thing.

All right, do it.

On those terms, what have I got to lose?

B.

Tell me when I can talk.

Now, why, what did you want to say?

I'm just glad that you and Jack, well, you know.

Evie, shouldn't you have someone?

I mean, well, I know everything with Sebastian was a terrible shock to you,

well, you should go out and enjoy yourself again.

After the collection.

Besides, you can talk Jackers at you and at you to go out and you're forever

putting him off.

That is a sure way to lose a man.

Is it?

How do you know so much about men?

One learns.

After Hugo and Sebastian, give me someone with sense and experience.

Shouldn't you get interested in someone your own age, Evie? Shouldn't you relax

a bit more and enjoy your romance with Jack?

Is it a romance?

It is for him.

He goes all soppy the minute you walk in the door. You're not fair to him, Bea.

Well, because he's always, as you say, at me. To do this and to do that, I

really can't stand to be badgered. Well, if you end up unmarried and on your

own, don't come crying to me. If it's a choice between that and being a man's

footstool... Jack would never... Beatrice, you are becoming quite

In the vicinity, indeed.

I think you're keeping an eye on me.

What on earth makes you think that?

Brandy? Thank you.

Is everything all right?

I've had a letter from Arthur.

He will keep on at me to join him in Boston.

He is sure I would like America.

Are you so sure that you wouldn't?

Such an upheaval, even getting there.

Trains, ships.

It's America, Lydia, not the South Pole.

This big old house must be quite a handful.

Sometimes I think I should sell up and move to the country.

You are a metropolitan creature, Lydia. You'd die of boredom in the country.

It is quite easy to die of boredom here.

I could open bazaars, do good works.

Surely there are some good works one can do in the country.

Villagers don't take kindly to Londoners coming down and bossing them about.

What a vulgar expression, really, Desmond. As though I would ever boss

I simply wish to discover... What to do with the

rest of your life.

I know.

I must confess I feel lonely sometimes.

Since my dear wife died... Knife.

It's never quite the same, is it?

And in my case, all that terrible, terrible business. No, no.

It's over.

It's long over.

Now you must look to the future.

That is rather the point, Desmond.

What future?

Startled me.

What on earth are you doing here at this time of night?

I've often been here much later than this.

You're not doing those begging letters.

I'm writing the invitations to the charity wall for those who usually

us. Well, there are other people on staff to do such things.

I think I remember authorising all this extra stationery and envelopes.

I ordered them.

Well, you shouldn't have.

People's difficulties.

to expend this.

It doesn't cost the mission anything. I donate it every year.

Like so many other things.

This place will never function in a business -like way so long as you treat

as your private charity.

Now, don't get upset.

I simply want to do things properly.

Well, do them then!

Spend two days or four in the morning like I have again and again!

Lydia, this is a somewhat delicate matter, but have you ever thought of

remarrying?

Goodness.

Desmond. Of course, one can never really replace one's first love, but how to

put it?

It could be such a comfort.

I'm sure I'd find it so.

Why, you dear man.

And after all, there must be many men in the same boat as yourself who'd be only

too happy to... Lydia, I am not that man.

Only a very special man could meet your exacting standards. I can only hope in

my humble way that I can continue to be your friend.

To friendship.

Friendship?

Yes.

You know, there's another Whistler's Nocturne somewhere.

A wonderful image of a rocket exploding and all the stars floating down the sky.

I'm not quite sure how we'd do that, though.

But, Edie, that's our splash of controversy.

Shot silk, not blue, black.

Black velvet, black as night.

With an applique, a scattering of stars, gold and silver, red and orange, and

even purple stars.

Too much?

Just a bit and not black.

No, no our color is blue

Not on the gown itself, but on a long, long veil, Evie.

All the multicolored stars.

Hmm. I'm bolder than this. Very, very bold.

Against... Well, against a deep blue skirt.

Fireworks would stand out much more boldly against black.

Morning. Morning. What are you up to? Just getting the girls' work ready.

Your hair's been looking very nice lately, Tilly.

Who does it for you?

I've got this very nice little hairdresser's called Tilly Watkins.

Morning, you.

Patu.

Fortuny, her mane. Oh, to be famous is that.

Your land, Renée, has worked hard for years to get to that position.

She deserves any fame she has.

Well, she is clever, but I think our ideas are just as good.

I suppose there must have been a moment when someone started to write about her

that made her fashionable.

If only somebody could maybe... No, Evie.

Put that right out of your mind. We're not society. We're two ordinary, hard

-working girls. Well, it's not all grind, even though I do say to myself

Listen, buy it.

In this first collection, to make one big, bold impact.

What that would do for us, Evie.

On the other hand, if we were to make an unholy mess of it.

Night. Night, all.

Night. Night,

Agnes.

Don't work too hard. I've had a long day.

Oh, nearly finished.

Night, Tilly.

Good night.

Got you.

I knew you were doing something.

You've got another job, haven't you?

And you're using our time and our materials to do it.

Well, I do my own time. No, that's bits and pieces done by our girls, slipping

them in not even knowing they were doing it.

Well, that's cheating.

And you're cheating Miss B and Miss Evie, you are.

Oh, I work hard here. I don't owe them anything.

I used to cover up for you all those times when you were getting things

That was my bad eyes. I wasn't deceiving anyone.

They've done a lot for us, they have. How can we do a lot for them?

We're the workhouse donkeys. We carry the House of Elliot on our shoulders.

I'm very glad to do it.

All I've stolen is a bit of the company's time.

All the material and accessories I've bought with my own money.

Well, I'm blowed if I understand you.

It were a chance.

Came out of nowhere.

Very nice, but I'd like to be my own boss one day.

Tell me, please, don't tell on me.

Beautiful. It's a wonderful location for a love scene.

A little open, I think.

Edie, what a lovely place.

She couldn't have come with us.

George missed you.

I want you and me on your own.

Alone with me.

All right.

You've got me.

It took me so long to realize what was there in front of me. I'm scared to

another minute in case... In case what?

In case I lose you, which is stupid.

How can I lose what I haven't yet really won?

Haven't you?

I've heard of men being jealous of other men, but... Playing second fiddle to a

fashion collection must be terrible.

Don't mock me, miss.

I know how important this collection is to you and Evie.

But I have this fear, Bea.

Fear?

What do you mean?

That you're addicted to work, to the House of Elliot.

At the moment, it's the collection. You say that everything will be all right

after that, but I think there'll be some new notion, some grand new program.

And it's all work, Bea. There's no life.

And without a life, there's nothing to feed back into the work.

I hope that one day work won't suffice anymore.

And then you will find someone who always thought he was an impatient man,

patiently waiting for you.

Good evening.

Oh, good evening.

Well, you look very grand.

Look, I'm no good at this sort of thing, but this is Robert Adams.

That is the Reverend Adams, who does so much for the mission these days.

And this is Mrs. Paul Max, our new administrator.

This is Angeline Ellis.

This is my brother Jack.

This is Maddox's brother.

I haven't expected such a dashing view.

She seems ageist looking about.

Let's get to it.

Oh, will you do me a favour?

Oh, I haven't got that. Down to the pantry.

No, no, no, you're on a special duty.

I just want to show you.

Let me escort you, at least.

Be right back. Thank you.

Good evening, how lovely to see you. Good evening. What an unusual gown.

Good evening.

Oh, Jack, you've well done to be here after this.

She's old enough to look after herself.

And pretty enough to attract her own admirers. Jack!

Why?

Evie will not go neglected.

Everyone looks so boring. There must be at least one interesting man here. There

is.

You're looking at him.

Victor, what are you doing here?

Working hard.

Ah. When Claude Vallance appears, so do we.

A charity ball, Jack.

A pretty doer charity of that, not very sheepish. No. No, my sister's the

director. As they say.

Whenever I open my mouth, I put my foot in it.

Introduce yourself.

Evie, this is Mr. Victor Stride. The word on fashion is law.

You can make or break it.

Victor, this is Miss Evangeline Elliot.

How do you do? Nice to meet you.

Are you one of those two Elliot sisters that people will keep telling you?

I suppose so.

I mean, you don't know.

Victor, we're dancing.

Talk later.

Jack,

I have either.

So you were struck quite dumb. Poor Evie.

I must help you.

How did you know him?

I was taking part in the years.

I have just met Victor Stride.

I'm going to go and sit down.

Don't you want to dance, Penelope?

No, thank you, Robert. I'm not a good dancer.

I think it's Cormac. That's what she is.

Oh, no, we can't leave her here all alone in case there are any mates

I do like champagne.

Probably because I can't normally afford it. I know it's eating all the profits,

but just one glass each.

Is he married, Jack?

Not as far as I know.

I thought you said you'd known him for a while.

People who booge together either talk about personal matters or they don't.

he never hurts.

Well, he is amazing.

He knows so much about women.

About why they choose the clothes they wear.

I'm glad someone can explain it.

When I read Victor Stride, I know, whatever Penny says, that we're not just

business that dreams up silly things for women to show off in.

It really gets to the heart of it.

Oh, Jack, you must introduce her to Victor Stride properly.

You designed this?

Yes.

I defused it.

Miss you, Ben.

Love to you, my schoolboy friend.

Stingy.

Robert, on great stakes, I'm a lady distinguished, a great clergyman, a lady

distinguished, but a man who has spent his whole life designing silly clothes

for silly women who can hardly... It's charity.

Charity.

I know you hate all this, but the cause is good.

Most people are.

Inarticulate. I mean, they can't express themselves painting pictures or writing

books, but they can express themselves.

Through the clothes they wear.

And to help them discover how I should be the ultimate aim of every good

designer.

I've always felt that it's not just matching the colour of someone's

or someone's hair.

But it's how to convey who they really are.

Or want to be. Yes.

But there is a trap.

99 % of the human race feel they should be wearing exactly what everyone else is

wearing.

It's your job to help them find the courage...

To be themselves.

Which includes the courage to reject all our grand ideas and wear any old thing

they please.

You still haven't said anything about...

Real...

flair.

But it's being constrained by something too conventional. You must...

Trust your talent.

Let the genie out of the lamp.

When may I come to the house of Elliot to see more of your work?

That was a salutary experience, watching my young rival tonight.

Sir, I don't understand why people don't come to me anymore.

You don't deserve no custom.

Lately, you're offhand, you're careless, your mind's always on something else.

I don't blame the public for going elsewhere.

Not even my sister's ever spoken to me as bluntly as that.

Well, you can hate me if you like, Judge.

Don't be silly. I love you.

And I love you. That's why... Like you said, I can't take it back

now. Take it back?

Don't say anything unless I mean it.

Are we getting married, then?

Jack!

Is that a proposal?

Will you marry me?

Please don't ask me that question.

Not yet.

After the collection.

After the show.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am Martha Cormack, the new administrator

of our mission.

The prize for the raffle this evening has been donated by that

aristocrat of fashion.

The greatest couturier of them all, Monsieur Claude Vallon, who joins us now

draw the winning ticket. Monsieur Vallon.

Number 382.

Ladies and gentlemen, a few words from the founder of the mission, Miss

Maddox.

All I wish to say

is

that whilst we are handing out prizes of extravagant clothes,

And you are all dancing and swilling champagne.

There are people out there in the streets of London, not 300 yards from

who have no beds, no shelter, and no food for the night.

And that if you had any real charity in you, you would have given your money

direct to the mission instead of making us spend so much on this hall and this

van and all this stupid wasteful nonsense.

Be quiet!

Pan really went too far this time.

Do you think we should have been at home?

No. I think Penelope's in the capable hands of Reverend Adams.

I don't care.

I don't take back a single word of it. But you insulted the people who gave

money to help us. Why do you do such things?

I don't know.

Everything's changing.

And you're getting left behind?

created all this.

You've helped hundreds of people.

There are others now to continue your work, but without you it would never

begun.

No, it doesn't belong to me anymore. Oh, Penelope, I think you have to come to

terms with that.

I know.

As you know, thank you for putting me gently but firmly in my place.

Was I too brutal?

No.

I understand him.

I... I just don't seem to know what to do with my life.

There isn't enough for you anymore.

You must find something new. I know I want to.

If I can get things settled, I plan to go to Tanganyika.

Spread the word.

Africa?

Oh.

I say, what tremendous news.

I must be scared to see that they've put an extra tear in the van. It's quite

cold. There'll be a big demand tonight.

I'll just go and change.

Thank you, ladies.

Thank you.

Thank you, Bellingham.

That, that wasn't too painful, was it? No.

Well, we have a photographic record. Would you like to see it? It's of our

Well, what we consider to be our best. Well, what we hope to be our best work.

Photographs by Jack Maddox, that's enough.

Ah, yes, Jack.

Of course, there's no colour, but one can see the outline.

I do get the point.

This was for Lady Finehurst?

Yes, I remember it. She wore it at, um... some vice -regal affair. So that

you two.

I had heard vaguely at the time it was somebody new.

Oh, and this is Mrs White at last year's ascot.

Quiet.

Dashing.

And Dolly Haycock.

Interesting.

These are our sketches.

Now we have the collar.

Hmm.

How does one tell... How does...

How does one tell which one of you did which design?

Well, sometimes we can't tell ourselves.

Well, Evie has an idea, then I'll sketch an outline, and she says, no more like

this, grabs a brush, adds her own.

Really must sound hopelessly amateurish.

No, no, no, no, it's fascinating, but... But perhaps it does explain why

sometimes the genie doesn't quite get out of the lamp.

Although I have to admit, more often than not, he does.

What else?

Well, obviously, what you're working on right now is the most important.

We're mounting our first collection.

Naturally... Ah!

And naturally, it's the greatest possible secret and must be kept so.

frustrating for me, but I do understand.

In Paris, they almost murder for advance news of what Chanel or Poirot are

doing. Really.

Your first collection.

If I take it, it means you liked it. Anything definite?

One, maybe two articles in soignee. Can you believe it?

I'm so sorry I disturbed you. What are you doing?

Each picture represents a scene.

How clever.

I didn't invent it.

It's a good way of showing potential investors what the finished product will

look like on the silver screen.

If I could find any investors, that is.

But I thought film would be a thing.

Pricing money out of British businessmen.

Films. Bit frivolous, what?

Well, why don't you go and see Desmond?

He likes you.

You think I should?

Perhaps he'll be my victor's stride.

I'm very pleased. I'm so, so proud of you.

The father dies.

Two victors are left alone in the world. No money, no prospects.

But there is an art.

I wasn't alone.

My son, Arthur.

Ah, yes.

Arthur Elliot.

Hmm. He would have supplied the necessary business on it.

As they were getting set up.

Those girls couldn't have done a thing without Arthur. Very good.

Business acumen plus creative lab. Please, go on.

Capital, Jack.

Capital.

But I must be honest.

My own board would be unlikely to sanction what they'd see as a risky

investment. Same old story.

However, I do have business associates who might be a little less high -bound.

No promises.

Let me see what I can do.

Evie?

Evie? We have to make a decision about the final dress, blue or black. Petrus,

can't work and think at the same time. Please.

Madge?

What's this?

Would you come and see me in my office when you've finished there? Evie?

Miss Rattigan seemed in a hurry.

Well, I was providing all the materials and working at home at night. It didn't

seem... I didn't mean it to interfere with our work here.

It was a challenge.

I see.

But it entailed more than you realised.

I slipped in bits for the girls to do.

Well, each one of them did so little. It didn't hold them up that much.

That is for us to decide.

What's worse is you raided our files. You took blocks from our plan chest. I

didn't steal them.

I returned them as soon as I'd finished with them.

Madge, you have been very foolish.

We value your work here.

The workroom is so well organised that despite our setbacks, we're a little

ahead of schedule for the collection.

Madge, you're to finish Miss Ratchigan's garment without any further assistance

from the House of Elliot.

And then give us your full attention.

I'm not... You may go now.

Never do it again.

The Feudal Rock.

It's almost the way we stole Spencer from the Feudal Rock.

Look at us now.

I wonder where Madge will end up.

I don't want it.

You haven't even tried it on.

I don't need to. I can tell.

I've been up night after night to get it finished.

I nearly lost my job over this dress.

Bad luck, old thing.

I don't owe you a penny. You did it all at your own risk.

Your suggestion, by the way, not mine.

Why don't you like it?

My dear, you said yourself.

People only wear originals now.

That is a copy.

I thought you were happy with it as it stood.

It's a general interest story.

It goes beyond fashion.

I didn't write this.

No, Victor, you wrote it all.

Except for that one little para that I want to slip in at the top.

I am a fashion writer.

This is scandal -mongering.

I would not want my name on it.

No.

No.

The Elliot's are sincere, hard -working young women. You have no right to do

that to them. It's a rough... It can be modified, Victor.

Even a fashion writer's a journalist.

And you must see that the connection with Arthur Elliot is simply too good to

miss.

Now, let's see if we can compromise, shall we?

Evie? Evie?

Yes?

I've just been thinking about the final dress, the rocket.

It's all right, it's all right. I've come round to your idea. I think, well,

be really dramatic, it has to be on black.

How funny.

I've just been wondering whether stars and spangles and a black veil would ever

get the right effect.

It might look like rather a tame gesture.

No, I think we go back to the original idea.

All blue.

Good.

A backer?

You found a backer?

Yes, but not entirely unconditionally. And I have to say that I've imposed the

condition myself.

What do I have to do?

Surrender the freehold of your studio as security and collateral against the

loan. Are you prepared to do that?

Desmond, I would sign my own mother over. The studio, absolutely.

Good man.

I think you'll find the amount adequate to set up the company and to fund

further development.

He must be very keen on cinema, this chap. Who is he?

Benedict Elson.

Elson.

No. Well, I don't know too much about your world, Desmond, but any man who's

prepared to back me, that man I have to meet.

Ah, well, that may be a little bit difficult.

He's abroad on business for a little while. You'll meet him when he gets

Desmond, I feel like a child who's been given the biggest train set in the

world. Thank you. Thank you.

You haven't toned this down at all. If anything, it's worse.

Now, Victor... I thought you were running a respectable fashion magazine.

This... This will throw more copies in a day than we usually do in a week. This

is gross misrepresentation.

You're not thinking of doing anything foolish, are you, Victor? I ought to

resign. It's up to you.

We don't want to lose you, Victor.

I go sailing along unperturbed when I may have ruined two reputations and

brought a prosperous business crashing down.

Lydia.

Lydia.

How could you have done this to us? I didn't write it. You are quoted

repeatedly. How you and your son virtually set us up. How Arthur was led

den of vice.

impression given that the House of Elliot was founded on funds from illicit

alcohol, from drugs and from Lord knows what else. I didn't say those things.

Then what did you say? Simply that as your older relatives, Arthur and I

naturally encouraged you.

When in fact you put every objection possible in our way. Beatrice, don't

me. I feel so wretched.

Oh, you feel wretched.

I... I said nothing.

I said not a word about that dreadful Soho club.

The magazine added all that. Would I bring it up?

I want to forget it.

Then it must be that detectable journalist.

What can you do?

I know what it's like to have one's name dragged through the mud.

You can protest all you like.

What people remember is what they read about you in the first place.

Nothing wipes that out.

What effect will it have on the business, do you think?

Nothing good, I'm sure.

Help, Mr. Stryde.

Mr. Victor Stryde is insane.

I wish to see your employees.

Miss Beatrice and Miss Evangeline have left instructions that you are not to be

admitted, sir.

I must see them.

I'm here to explain.

As far as they're concerned, Mr. Stride, no explanation would suffice.

I'm to see you off the premises.

Perhaps you'd be kind enough to tell Miss Evie I called.

My God.

What possessed you to write that stuff?

I didn't.

Beechy.

If you can, try to make them understand.

No, you make them understand.

I don't know how you can talk to that man. Beatrice, let me tell you what he

said. I don't want to hear excuses or apologies.

Bea, it's not the end of the world. When the collection actually comes out...

The collection is now a huge risk, Jack.

We may have to think of cancelling the whole thing.

Nonsense. It's just what you need.

A chance to show the world just how talented the Elliot sisters are.

And then, when it's over, you can forget about the collection and you and I can

get... Don't keep on at me, Jack.

Please don't put any pressure on me. You know I hate it.

Especially now.

Just leave me alone.

If I do leave you, Beatrice, that may well be exactly how you end up.

Alone.

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