All language subtitles for The House of Eliott s03e04

The remainder of the equipment's on its
way from the doctor.

First thing Monday morning.

Ah, lady.

That was Mr Joe Jones. I've offered him
the post of workshop foreman, and I'm

happy to say that he's accepted.

Now, as regards the women I've engaged,
I have a list here.

Oh, excuse me.

Thank you.

It would have been preferable... Mr.
Cotter, if you could have let us know of

your intentions regarding Mr.

Jones... Well, we needed a foreman.
Nonetheless, I'd appreciate being

in the future.

Of course, I didn't mean to tread on
your toes. A misunderstanding on both

sides.

Now, ladies, regarding these machinists,
experienced women, every one of them,

working conditions drawn up as you
wanted.

The terms of employment are more than
satisfactory.

Above average, 33 shillings for a 48
-hour week. Mr. Wint here knows his

business all right.

Don't worry, Miss Elliot, those girls
will be the happiest in London.

Thank you, Mr Cotton.

Oh, here.

Thanks,

Charles.

There you are.

George, you must be excited.

Yeah, well, we're going to miss you.

Who's going to be next, then?

Not likely.

Do you like babies, Mr Charles?

Cloward, that.

Of course, you plan to have many, then.

Well, maybe.

They do say that those that come from
large families do tend to have large

families.

Good night, ladies. Good night.

Suppose you're off that again with Clara
tonight?

Is there something good on at the flick?
Oh, all right for now, mate.

What's your fiancée's favourite film, Mr
Charles?

Oh, well, she likes romances.

She particularly liked Son of the Sheep.
Oh, now, that was lovely.

Night. Night.

Oi!

You must think I'm daft.

You went to see Son of the Sheik on your
own.

Romance. This old story's a romance,
Charles Quang.

You haven't got a fiancé.

What do you mean?

You told me Clara was an only child.

Then you said she came from a big
family.

Why'd you do it?

You'd always try me for those that tell
lies.

It made me feel safer, somehow.

I invented her because, well, it all got
out of hand.

You're right, darling.

Well, you're going to have to confess
sooner or later. You know that.

You won't let on, will you, Madge?

Are you enjoying the novel?

Very good.

I write the hard words as you tell me.

See?

Hmm.

Perhaps this will help.

Now you speak good English.

Thank you. I'm sure you will.

And I'll help you learn.

You are kind to me.

You and Mrs. Wint.

Not at all.

This will write for you.

Immigrant ion department.

This regard to call on...

I cannot understand.

Coroner's in question. Subsequent
registration of death.

We are unable to trace an entrance visa
or resident aliens permit for the late

Mr. Nathan Beletsky or for Miss Katerina
Beletsky.

What did mean?

Take good care of yourself.

I will.

And the baby.

You are so lucky, you and Jack.

Yes.

You have so much to look forward to.

Welcome home.

Here, let me help you with that.

Yeah, go back.

I'll make it some tea.

Another article?

It's about Albert Howe's accident.

I'm beginning to realise that journalism
has certain advantages.

I don't think even I could entice the
public to a film about an industrial

accident. Whereas newspapers thrive on
this sort of thing.

You haven't given up making films
altogether, have you?

I don't think I could go back to
churning out comedies and romances, and

apparently that is all people are
interested in these days.

This work seems more worthwhile somehow.

What does this baby mean to you?

To me?

To us.

But I must be sure.

You wouldn't ask me back because it's
the right thing to do.

It is me you want, isn't it?

Surely you know by now.

Am I disturbing you?

Yes. Sorry. I just thought you might
like to hear the good news.

I sold your woman in the chain.

Thanks. You got a good price.

The client's got the bargain.

What are you working on now?

I was just finishing something.

Dry skin.

Probably different from your other one.

I hope so.

What would be the point of turning out
the same old stuff?

This gives me the freedom to progress.

I can see that.

It's purely an experiment.

I'm trying to convey emotions in as
direct a way as possible.

Passion.

This one's passion.

You're more perceptive than I realise.

Maybe your work communicates more than
you do.

Could I take one or two of these?

I might be able to sell them.

Another one.

I'm sorry to bother you with this, Miss
Elliot, but the Home Office is making

inquiries as to us potatoes.

I see.

I wonder whether... I'm at a loss to
know what to do.

I thought perhaps Mr Maddox might be
willing to assist.

I'm sure you will.

Miles!

I shall speak to him this evening.

Thank you, Miss Ellie. Hello. Hello.

We've set these up for you.

Oh, I'm working here today.

If you don't mind, you shall be
disturbed. I do apologise, moving you

from office to office.

Please, I really don't mind when I work.

Thank you.

Wednesday, two o 'clock.

That'll be splendid.

Anne.

How are you?

Evangeline! Oh!

How divine you look!

Thank you.

What have you got there?

Well, we're sponsoring the artist.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, these are superb.

They're vigorous. Who is he?

His name's Daniel Page.

A wise investment, my dear.

Talent like that cannot be taught.

We're also assisting the artist, but it
is.

Exquisite.

Anne, I would like you to meet Miles
Bannister.

Miles, this is Mrs. Anne Beaumont.

Darling boy, I'm already a fan.

Anne has been admiring your
illustrations and receptions. Oh.

Well, thank you.

Wherever did you find him?

Thank you, Mother.

So, Anne, how was business?

Oh, most satisfactory, thank you.

You must come and dine with me as soon
as possible.

How would Saturday evening suit you?

We'd be delighted.

Good.

Thank you, Mr. Wynne. Have a pleasant
weekend, Madge.

You too, Tilly.

I'll say hello to Mrs. Wynne for me.

I will.

Was there something, Betty?

Yeah.

Right.

I don't like asking, but the thing is, I
can have a sub.

But you've just collected your wages.

I know, but if I could have something on
account of next week's, I'd pay it back

a bit at a time, like.

You know I can't give you an advance on
money you haven't earned yet.

I'd like to help you, but borrowing
money will only get you into debt.

Checking the tricks is the head clerk's
job, really.

But Mr Simmons lets me do it because he
likes a job well done.

I always double -check the figures.

Hey, the Kibbrothers are down at the
Picture Palace tonight. You know, Harold

Lloyd. Do you fancy going?

Young Waters was in a right state today.

He came to me for help.

Just shows you.

There's merit in always being careful.

Erm, Gerry, we haven't been out for
weeks.

Charles Kwan says it's his best jet.

Gerry! What?

Look, I don't want to go to the
pictures.

Well, what about our day off, then?

Do you fancy doing something for a
change?

Visit Tilly and Norman?

Maybe next Sunday?

I suppose.

You'll come?

It's all right.

Now,

this

is something special.

Is the doctor one of your protégés?

Oh, yes.

I found him painting the ceiling of the
Vatican.

Thank you, Father, as you may say.

I have to warn you, Anne, that your
reputation as a champion of young

in jeopardy. All the new talent is being
rooted out by the House of Elliot. You

do seem to have struck gold, my dear. I
was very taken with the work of your two

young men.

Yes, Evie and I are convinced that
Daniel and Miles have a great future

them. Such a shame, though, that their
work is seen by so few people.

Only those who come to the House of
Elliot.

It has little chance of gaining public
attention.

Oh, that is sad.

But not exceptional.

But then you must have encountered this
many times yourself.

Oh, I have indeed.

Perhaps we could mount an exhibition at
the Gallery of Beaumont.

How about a private view?

That might be rather fun.

What a splendid idea.

Well,

that's very generous of you, Anne. Oh,
not at all.

We might start a commission on fails.

Of course.

This looks heavenly.

I've just bought my chef a refrigerator.

He's getting rather carried away.

Ready to wear indeed.

What do you expect for five guineas?

Well, I expect both sleeves to be the
same length for one thing.

One minute.

Yes, Madge? The first samples are set up
like we said, Miss B.

Oh, good.

You'd better come and see.

I'm sorry, Mr Cotter, this just isn't
good enough. What's wrong with it?

What's wrong with it?

The pattern hasn't even been matched at
the seam. This is inexcusable.

I'd reject the lot. This? Well, this is
just a case of the clamp spreaders not

being properly adjusted. That's all.
It's not a major problem by any means.

Well, I'm glad you think so. Mr.
Cotter's right.

This is just the first step.

So, let's not get things out of
proportion.

Why not? Some of these frocks in. Thank
you, Madge. And Grace.

The fabric wasn't held tight enough so
some of the layers got moved around a

bit. That would account for the
different sized pieces.

An expensive mistake.

And most regrettable, but nothing that
cannot be put right. No more problems in

the future, I'm certain.

Hustler -Belliot clients are accustomed
to couture. And that, if you don't mind

me saying so, is the source of your
unhappiness.

Looking for a couture product.

This isn't couture. Your ready -to -wear
customer isn't looking for perfection.

Nevertheless, we can do better than
this.

More attention paid here, for example.
The stitching's crooked.

Surely it's not too much to ask
machinists to sew in a straight line.

in America.

Miss Elliot, I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll give you my undertaking that from
now on, all goods will be personally

inspected by me.

How's that?

It might be an idea to send Magic Grace
over to Bayswater to check on quality

control, avoid wasting any more
material.

Miles, I'm sorry.

I'm going to have to ask you to move
elsewhere, if you don't mind.

The small fitting room's full now.

Hey,

I've

just had an idea.

Hmm?

Why don't I move out of the flat?

Move out? Why?

We need more space.

we could convert the whole of the top
floor to offices for Joseph, Grace and

Miles.

Just the man I've been looking for.

Samuel, how are you? I'm fine.

Do you know I like that piece of yours
in the messenger, but why on earth

you give it to me? I could have used it.

What's this?

Aliens Registration Act.

Another of your good causes.

It's an inquiry on behalf of a friend.

Do you know anything at all about this,
Chappie?

Archibald Lovett. A living wage, the new
solution.

No. Should I?

Aye. Aye, I think you should.

Lecture all welcome.

And that includes you, Jack.

See you down the ground.

Welfare of the labouring masses?

Think about it.

Could make an interesting article.

900 words.

The usual rate?

You see, Miss Keeble, nothing to worry
about.

I'd say you've done this very well, Mr.
Cotter.

Excuse me.

May I have a look at that, please?

Well, it's a lot better.

Too many threads hanging for my liking.

And this pocket isn't quite straight.

Miss Keeble here is happy about it, and
she is the designer.

Thank you, Mr. Cotter.

I'm afraid the amendment to the Aliens
Act doesn't help us.

And without a passport, at worst, you
could be prosecuted and deported.

Oh, it won't come to that, Katja, I'm
sure.

But you say everything all right.

I'll write to Berlin, gather as much
information as I can from that end. I

suggest we make an immediate application
for temporary residency.

Is that possible?

I don't see why not.

Don't worry, Katja, we'll get this
sorted out.

What do you think,

Jerry? I'll get whatever you want.

I'll have half a pound of those wrapped
toffees, please.

What's wrong with you?

I said I'd do some overtime.

When? Not today.

Don't start now.

I had no choice.

Besides, we need the money.

Well, what do you expect me to say?

Shut the door.

This is the limit, Jerry.

There's nothing to stop you going on on
your own.

They're expecting us both.

They're beginning to get worried about
you.

Where's Jerry?

You're a good man, Norman.

Not like some I could mention.

Jerry all right? Oh, he's all right.

He's gone to work. Can you credit it?

Lord knows I've tried to fathom that
man.

It don't matter, Madge.

But I don't like to see you let down.

Well, we're not let down because you're
in the house, aren't we?

Anyway, I've had it up to here with his
trains and his timetables. This running

two minutes late and that running one
minute early.

Something smells good.

Oh, it's some braised mutton.

Due to a writhe in our stomachs at 2
.16.

Without any further delays.

It'll go down a treat.

Must be great being married to a chef.

I never know what I'm going to sit down
to next.

Yeah, you can try some of my rod cakes
later on.

Oh, what a lovely little crisp.

Norman made it. I stitched all this. A
glove?

But you can't be careful with a baby.

It's grabbed down the walls.

What? You've got an hour, Dave. No
wonder you've been so tired. It's high

you eased up a bit.

It's not going to be all right.

There's so much to think about with a
baby.

How will you get by once you stop work?

Well, we've done our sums.

We should be able to manage.

Yeah, Miss B's been ever so kind.

She'll give me an extra two weeks'
wages. They'll be paid what happens when

baby's born.

Yeah. Not long to go now.

This area's best.

Don't you think?

Yes.

Yes, you're right.

We can put the light paintings in a row
along here.

Now, I can arrange a private view for
Wednesday the 24th of June with the

exhibition from the 25th through to the
7th of July.

I've made out a guest list.

Heavens.

What a prestigious event. It's
exactly...

What your career needs, my boy, take it
from me.

I've spoken to George Holt. He's
absolutely thrilled.

Miles and some of the other students are
busy preparing work. They should be

calling round soon to thank you for this
wonderful opportunity.

Oh,

yes. I can't tell you what it means to
have your support.

Without people like you, where would I
be today?

Agnes, may I? Thank you.

That's better.

Customers won't check every last stitch.

A machine could do all that. There is
enough machine stitching on this as it

actually. See yourself.

What a long Agnes business, baby.

Oh, Evie.

You've got to be ready on time. You've
got so much to be done.

Well, I think so.

Of course, once you've had the baby, you
may have to delegate.

Evie.

Yes, that's right. I'm pregnant.

Well, I never... Why should we tolerate
10 % unemployment?

The living wage is possible.

for each and every one of us.

Thank you, everyone. Thank you very
much.

Now, if anyone has a question... Yes,
you've been calling for widespread

and economic intervention to combat
unemployment and poverty, but won't that

make many of us worse off?

I think you misunderstand my point.

No, I don't.

What I meant was, aren't you simply
advocating a Robin Hood policy of taking

from the rich and giving to the poor?

The nation's wealth will be shared,
madam.

And wasn't Robin Hood a hero?

You suggest that the government be
forced into action, that your ideas

law.

Why not employ persuasion using examples
of good employers to show that the

benefits can be felt by both employers
and employees?

When, may I ask, did you last meet a
businessman who voluntarily surrendered

part of his profits?

How many model employers have you met
recently?

A most stimulating lecture, my beloved.

I'm glad you found it so, Mr... Maddox,
Jack Maddox. This is my wife, Beatrice.

How do you do? You raise a lot of
thought -provoking points.

My editor would be interested in a
profile. Would you agree to do an

Certainly. Good.

And the private view is later this
month, you say?

Indeed.

Hmm.

I think it's a trifle generous.

There.

That's better.

Otherwise it makes me look as I'm
sagging.

The bodice is designed to be loose, Mrs.
Gurley -Hamilton.

We'll let Tilly see if she can adjust it
more to your satisfaction.

It's all very well to patronise
impoverished artists, but one cannot be

careful these days.

It's all too easy to be taken advantage
of. One must always beware.

Well, the finishing touch.

I say, that's much better.

But doesn't this hat rather drain my
complexion?

Good night, Tilly. Thank you. Goodbye.

Bye -bye.

All the very best, Tilly.

Thanks, Mr Wynne.

You put your feet up, mind.

Once the baby arrives, you won't have a
moment for yourself.

You won't forget us, will you?

Well, I couldn't forget you, could I?
Not ever.

I'll be back to see how you're all doing
if I don't.

Good luck, Penny. Take care.

Oh, you too, Miss B.

And don't forget what I said about the
raspberry leaf tea, because it keeps the

system fresh.

Yes, I'll be sure to remember that. Will
you remember what I said? If you want

to return to work, then... Thanks.

But me and Norman, we're old -fashioned
about babies.

I'll see you soon.

See you Monday, Miss B.

You've all let us know when it's born,
won't you? Of course I will.

Just in time, it seems.

Tilly, best of luck.

Thank you.

Oh, that's beautiful.

We'll keep in touch. You will come and
see me? Of course we will.

Bye -bye.

Good luck, Tilly.

Oh, Bea, I found a flood. Where?

Here, in Chelsea.

All this age.

Seven o 'clock and it's still flooded
with life.

Daniel would be so jealous.

Oh, the wonderful find.

Come to think of it, you'll be needing a
bigger plate yourself soon, won't you?

We ought to be getting back.

I have to go through those new orders.

They're not planning on working late
again.

See, it can't be too clean. Thank you,
Nanny.

Evie? You're on the first go, Miles.

Who took the bed?

Let me take that.

I'll be seeing you. You go sit down,
I'll go make us a nice cup of tea.

What time have you got to be at work?

Not till two.

Are you accusing me of laziness?

If you were, I might just do this.

I didn't say you should be working.

I only wanted to know if you'd be ready
for the exhibition.

There's no need to worry about that.

Really? I've done a lot of work in the
last few weeks.

If you need any help setting up at the
gallery, I could arrive early.

I wouldn't mind.

Thanks.

Go on out.

I'll call you when we're ready.

Cheap.

Don't be long then. She's worn out.

She had it yesterday evening, about five
o 'clock.

He weighs six pounds, six ounces, and
both mother and baby are doing well.

Where do you think he's from?

I can see something's up.

I won't tell anyone.

Where's my Stanley?

He's been sent down.

Ten years ago, and he didn't do nothing
wrong.

Ten years.

Standards must be regulated.

Otherwise, what incentive do employers
have to change?

A man I know had an accident at work,
due entirely to the lack of safety

precautions by the subcontractor.

This man is now maimed for life, and yet
his employer got off scot -free. I hear

this kind of story almost daily.

He should surely be entitled to some
kind of financial compensation.

Concern for individuals is all well and
good.

But the entire system must be changed.

We tried laissez -faire. That doesn't
work.

Public regulation of all our great
national industries.

And we must get people back in regular
employment.

I hope this article of yours will help
communicate my theories to a wider

audience.

This policy must be given serious
consideration. Otherwise, I'm afraid

no change in sight.

I do apologise, Mr Lovett. I didn't
intend to take up so much of your time.

been a pleasure.

Bear in mind the remark of Mr. Keynes.

The true voice of the new generation has
not yet spoken.

I'll make sure you see the article
before it goes to print, of course.

This could be Joseph and Kathy's office.

Do you remember this lamp?

We bought it at that market when we
first moved in.

We furnished the flat with our favourite
things from the Highgate house.

And Jack brought us champagne.

I remember decorating these walls. I
remember Tilly was appalled by the white

paint. We were happy here.

The future looks bright, Bea.

Better than ever.

I wish I could be as sure.

I hope Jack is taking the prospect of a
baby seriously.

Does he realize the adjustments we'll
have to make?

I'm sure Jack will make an excellent
father.

Yes, but I'll be the one making all the
sacrifices.

It's difficult, English.

You say, we take the bus, or we take a
bus?

A bus.

Both. There's some post for you.

I have the letter or I have a letter?

A letter.

You open it, please.

We may be in trouble, Katya.

Because you came from Berlin, the police
think you're German.

German?

You know I am Russian. I know, but it's
very important that we prove to them

that you are a Russian national.

They need to see official papers. Do you
have anything? A passport, a birth

certificate? Anything to prove that
you're not German?

I have nothing.

Looks lovely just sitting there, doesn't
it?

Thanks ever so much.

Imagine Miss Edie would have been. I
mean, you know that.

How are you?

You must be exhausted with all the
feedings, all the extra work.

Do you have anyone to help you?

Well, my mum comes round sometimes, and
Norman helps.

The baby's no trouble at all.

He's a sweet little mate.

I couldn't be without him already, you
know.

What about you? You have your morning
sickness yet?

No, not quite.

Made with real saffron.

To celebrate.

Thank you. Supposed to be lucky.

I'll save these open, you come.

Oh, tell me.

Take him. For tiny.

Perhaps later. I don't want him... Oh,
no, don't be scared, Miss V. You won't

drop him.

No, of course, I'm Smiler.

Beatrice! Evangeline!

My dear!

Oh, how pale you look.

Why, in your condition, you should be
glowing.

I remember when I was carrying my son,
everybody remarked on how radiant I

looked. I wouldn't recommend pregnancy
to anyone.

You'll think differently in a couple of
weeks. Wait and see.

Is this the final guest list? Yeah. Now,
I've made a slight alteration to the

layout. It's very minor, but come this
way.

Oh, isn't it breathtaking?

That's my personal favourite.

I'll go and see how Miles is getting on.

Hello?

Ah, Grace.

Just in time.

Do you think the space is going to get
better as you leave?

You?

I love him.

But I really think it'll throw the
others out of balance.

You look all right.

Perfect.

Do you know, I've just realized...

Why I've been feeling so dissatisfied
with my work recently.

So stained.

So inhibited.

And with absolutely no reason why it
should be.

None at all.

Well, this is it.

Good luck.

Come along, you two.

I have to forget driving.

Have you noticed, most of all?

Look at you here.

He wasn't on the guest list.

Let's hope he isn't here to poach our
clientele.

How do you do?

Nan Bayliss, editor of Style and Beauty.

Oh, yes.

How do you do?

We'd love to do a feature on the House
of Elliot.

Perhaps in the autumn.

This would be a fashion article.

We'd like to do a cover feature and a
centre spread.

Maybe four pages.

Really, Jack O 'Chair, that Lovett
fellow wants to clear out our bank

You're rather missing the point.

His theories would bring about the
collapse of the economy.

Go back to making weakness and leave the
business to us. It's that sort of

attitude that typified the problem.

Of course, Jack is a writer, not a
politician.

He's simply trying to... How dare you!

I don't know how you have the nerve to
show your face!

I warn you, stay well away from that
young man.

What on earth was all that about?

Do you know that woman?

She used to be my patron.

What?

Just like you.

She kept me, paid my art school fees.

And you didn't think to mention this to
me.

I thought we were honest with each
other.

I thought we were friends.

If you calm down.

I did what I had to do in order to work.

How else am I supposed to live?

Helen was hardly naive.

She wanted more than I could give her in
return.

Far more.

What? It became impossible, so I walked
out. On her and her money.

She can't bear the fact that she's been
rejected.

I trusted you.

What are you talking about?

I don't understand why you're so upset.
Did you exploit that woman? I want to

know.

For all I know, you're using me too.

And what were your motives in
befriending me, eh?

You pretend to be one of us, then you
run off back to your affluent life and

friends. What, does it make you feel
like a real artist?

You can forget your money.

Frankly, it's not worth the bother.

Oh, Miles, you can work upstairs now.
The new offices are ready, so we shan't

moving you around any more.

There's something I have to tell you.

I've had an offer from a rival
couturier.

Maurice Duval?

Have you accepted his offer?

I'm considering it, yes.

Well, let us know when you've decided.

Well, at least four pages, Miss B said,
and photographs.

to interview us. I probably want a
picture of you for the front cover,

Tom. Yeah.

You look a bit down in the dumps.
Anything the matter?

Nothing.

Thank you.

I'm not one to burden people with my
troubles.

Oh, go on, Mr Charles.

You can tell us.

Well, I don't know where to start.

It's Clara.

I've been jilted.

If it's him you truly love, I said, I'll
cut you free.

But I still love her.

I'll worship that girl. You did.

But me, a tailor cutter, him a master
baker.

A girl who'd do something like that,
she's not worth it. Don't you blame

yourself.

He probably tempted her, eh, Charles?

Eh? Well, all those sweetmeats, sticky
cakes.

Who could resist?

Poor, poor Charles.

He must be heartbroken.

I am.

Morning, ladies.

Morning, Mr Madeline.

When's Tilly bringing the baby in?

Oh, I'm not sure.

Let's make a surprise for her. Well,
maybe we could put some blue bunting up.

I reckon she'll be deported. You have
news.

Sit down.

No.

The Secretary of State has made a
special exception for Russian Jews.

So, once those immigration documents
arrive from Berlin... Please.

There's no need to look so worried.

Congratulations.

I must stay.

You can stay.

Oh, thank you.

Samuel Campbell's promised me another
article.

William McFarlane of the Observer
called. He's interested too.

I've got more than enough work to keep
me busy for the next few weeks.

Jack, we're not going to start typing
now.

I'll have to get this article out as
soon as I can.

Dinner will be ready in five minutes.
Could you possibly put the world to

by then?

It's not fair, Bea. This is important.

Until another fad comes along.

A fad?

Is that what you think?

No, it isn't. I'm sorry.

Social injustice is not a fad in
anyone's terms.

Besides, this is work.

What's wrong with you?

I've been busy.

We both have.

Do you expect me to give up work, is
that it?

The child is half yours, Jack.

You must accept some of the
responsibility. I can't shoulder the

of raising it myself.

Have I ever said that I expected you to?

I do understand, and I will be here.

Yes.

Hello, Norman.

Morning, Charles.

I'm Elliot.

Thank you, Joseph.

I tried to contact you last night.

I was out. What's happened?

Tilly's baby's dead, Evie.

Somehow it caught whooping cough.

Just a few days ago, apparently.

Well, we must go to her. You go.

Madge is already on her way. I'll look
after the office.

Am I disturbing you?

What can I do for you, Mel?

Nothing, really. I just thought you
might be interested to know I've decided

decline Maurice Duval's offer and remain
with the House of Elliot.

We appreciate your loyalty.

There never was any real question of my
leaving.

Good, I'm glad.

Style and Beauty magazine have asked for
pages of illustrations.

Oh, good.

Better get back to work, then.

Tell me, do you ever hear anything of
Daniel these days? I haven't heard from

him.

He's, um, he's working well.

Producing some of his best work.

Oh.

I'm glad.

Hate to think his work had been affected
by, uh, recent events.

No need to worry.

He's never been one to brood.

Not bad.

Not bad at all.

If they are all your work, as you say.

Evangeline looks them over from time to
time.

Says what she likes and what she doesn't
like.

If you want my opinion, people nowadays
want cheerful clothes.

The sort of thing I'm good at.

Your sister's stuff is too eyebrow for
this market.

I'm listening.

I was just wondering what you thought,
Athol.

Whether we see eye to eye.

If you know what I mean, Mr. Cotter.

Call me Larry.

When Tilly's baby died, Evie, I realised
how much I want mine.

After all I've said and thought about
this baby being so inconvenient.

I feel so guilty, Evie. I can't face it.

Tilly has been asking for you.

It's been a whole week now.

I wrote to her.

She wants you, Bea.

Thank you.

It can't have been easy for you.

No cakes, but I can offer you a cup of
tea.

Tilly, I'm so ashamed.

Oh, don't be silly, Miss B. I knew you'd
come sit down.

Tilly, I'm so sorry.

Oh, Miss B.

Please don't you worry.

Your baby's going to be all right.