All language subtitles for He Knew He Was Right 1

Man: Government bonds, consols.

Yes, I see.

And what would you say
that would bring in?

£3,000 a year, sir.

You’re a fortunate man,
Mr. Trevelyan.

I think I am, sir.

And especially so now,
having met your daughter.

(cheering)

(cheers)

It’s yours, Mr. Trevelyan!

Trevelyan:
When I set out
across the world,

I had no idea of
finding a bride.

But the moment I saw Emily...

it was love at first sight.

And it’s grown stronger
on closer acquaintance.

She’s the loveliest...

and the sweetest girl
I’ve ever met.

You have to understand

she’s not like your
London girls, you know.

She’s led
a very sheltered life here.

No idea about society.

She’s known nothing
but the Mandarin Islands

since she was
a little girl.

I think she’s perfect
as she is, sir.

But if she needs any help
with the ways of London society,

it will be my pleasure
to give it.

Lucky teacher to have
such a delightful pupil.

She’s very attached
to her sister Nora.

Be a wrench for them to part.

Then...

Sir Marmaduke,

do you think Nora would like
to come to England, too?

I’d be happy to offer her
a home with us.

Well, now, Mr. Trevelyan,

I’ll need to
give it some thought.

It’s all rather sudden,
you know.

3,000 a year
in the five percents

and a house in Mayfair.

And he’ll take her
without a penny piece.

And her sister
to keep her company.

Almost too good
to be true.

And a great chance for Nora.

I do have the impression
he likes his own way, though.

Well, no doubt he does.

And a very good way
it is, too, I daresay.

Emily likes her own way, too.

Ha ha ha!

Oh!

Ha ha!

I’ve been practicing.

Ooh! Ha ha ha!

Lady Milborough,
may I present my wife

and her sister,
Miss Nora Rowley.

Delightful.

(piano playing)

(reading story)

I haven’t finished.
Oh, sorry.

Fool.

(resumes playing)

Man:
You know what
I was thinking the other day?

You’re the happiest man I know.

You could be just as happy.

Oh, could I? How?

With Nora.
Hardly.

You think the governor
of the Mandarins

is gonna give away his daughter
to a penniless scribbler?

You’re a good deal more
than that.

You’re the coming man.

Those articles you wrote from
Patagonia, first-class stuff.

Everyone says so.

You’ve got a great career
ahead of you.

Not like a private income,
though.

Well, no.

And I have to say old Rowley
was very keen to know

exactly what
my yearly income was.

D’you know,

when my old aunt cut me off
without a penny,

I didn’t give it
a second thought.

I was never gonna be
her main heir, anyway.

But maybe I should have been
a bit less free

with my opinions.

I’d hate to think
my radical views

have condemned me
to a bachelor life.

Marriage isn’t always
a bed of roses, you know.

What?

What do you mean, Louis?

Nothing.
Nothing at all.

Merely a general
observation.

My marriage would be
a bed or roses

were it for
Colonel Frederick Osborne.

There –

I’ve said it.

Good morning.
Good morning.

(knocking)

Colonel Osborne presents

his compliments
to Mrs. Trevelyan.

(clock ticking)

(laughter)

Trevelyan, my dear fellow,
I didn’t know you were in.

I was just leaving,
wasn’t I, Emily?

Things to do in the house.

Please, don’t let me
detain you.

Absolutely not.

Far be it from me
to come between man and wife.

Well, I’ll, um....

I’ll take my leave, Emily.

Trevelyan.

Shall I ask nurse
to bring little Louis down?

Yes, in a moment.

Come and sit by me.

Emily, Colonel Osborne
seems to be here a great deal.

Almost every day.

He likes to call in on his way
to the House of Commons.

I’d rather he didn’t, Emily.
Why ever not?

He’s such an old friend.
He’s papa’s oldest friend.

He’s known me since
I was a baby, Louis.

Yes, but –

you may not be aware that
he has a certain reputation.

People say he’s not
a man to be trusted, he’s –

well, he’s a man
without settled principles.

I know people gossip.

But I don’t believe
a word of it.

He’s a distinguished
Member of Parliament.

Papa has the highest opinion
of him, and so have I.

It’s possible that
you both may be mistaken.

Louis, do you want me
to feel ashamed and guilty?

Do you want me to feel like
I’ve done something wrong

in receiving
my father’s oldest friend?

Not at all.

But now you know my feelings
on the matter.

Are you telling me
I can’t receive
Colonel Osborne?

No, of course not.

But having regard
for my feelings,

I expect you to use
your discretion in the future

about the frequency
of his visits.

Damn!

That was badly done.

I can’t –

it’s not as if –

I adore her,
of course I do.

But she has to understand

she’s not in
the Mandarin Islands now.

She’s in...society.

Emily.

What is it, Louis?

Emily, my love –

(door opens)

Make haste.

We shall be late
for Lady Milborough.

(guest conversing)

Butler:
Lady Catherine Lockhart
and Miss Elizabeth Lockhart!

I must congratulate you,
Mr. Trevelyan.

What? I’m sorry,
I don’t understand.

Your lovely young
sister-in-law

appears to have made
a conquest of Mr. Glascock.

He’ll be one of
the richest men in England
when Lord Peterborough dies.

Butler:
Colonel Frederick Osborne!
Will he?

My dear Louis –

may I speak a word to you?

Now, you mustn’t
take offense...

but I’m not quite sure
I like that Colonel Osborne

coming so much to your house.

He comes to yours.

Not quite the same thing,
Louis, as I’m sure you know.

Augustus Poole
had to break up
his establishment

and take his wife to Naples
on that man’s account.

Of course, I’m sure
Emily would never dream
of doing anything wrong,

but it’s the very purity
of her innocence

that makes the danger,
d’you see?

So, I’d just say a word
if I were you.

Make her understand

that his coming to her
of a morning is not desirable.

It would be a shame
if you were forced

to break up your household
and go to Naples.

It would spoil Nora’s
chances with Mr. Glascock,
for one thing.

Glascock:
You’ve never seen Monkhams?

I should so like
to show it to you.

Our oak trees are the finest
in the kingdom.

You do like oaks,
I hope?

Of course I like oaks.

But, you know,

there are none of them
in the Mandarin Islands.

I don’t think
there can be anyone
who’s seen as few as I have.

Will you let me show you?

It would mean a great deal to me
if you’d consent.

I’m –

I’m afraid
it’s not very likely

that I shall be in
that part of the country.

Ah.

And should I understand
from that

that someone else
is preferred?

No.

That is to say, I should like
to see Monkhams very much,

but I wouldn’t
want you to –

I think I understand.

But then,
having seen Monkhams,

you might find yourself
changing your mind.

Yes, I suppose I might.

But I don’t think
it’s very likely.

(door opens)

It’s Mr. Hugh, mum.

Hello, Aunt Jemimah.

I don’t know what
you think you’re doing here.

Well, I was on my way
to see my mother and sisters

and I thought I’d stop in Wells
and see how you were.

You thought no such thing.

You thought you’d come
to try and get some money
out of me.

Nothing further
from my mind, aunt.

I know you’ve
made your mind up.

Yes, I have.

So long as you’re
writing for that newspaper,

supporting reform

and tearing down
our Tory traditions,

you’ll get nothing from me.

Not now, nor after my death.

And nor are you welcome
in my house.

Well, absolutely, quite right.

But I just thought
as I was passing through

I might drop in
to ask you – well...

Ask me what?

Since you’ve cut me off
without a penny –

and quite rightly, too,
I’m sure,

we must all act
accordingly to our principles –

I thought you might
see your way to doing something

for my mother and sisters,
who have very little to live on,

and as you have
a good deal more money

than you know
what to do with –

Don’t you dare tell me
I don’t know what to do
with my money.

It’s just a suggestion,
Aunt Jemimah.

If I need advice,

I shall certainly not seek it
from penny scribblers.

But, um, since you are here,

you can make yourself useful.

You can take this letter
to your mother

and save me
the cost of postage.

And now, be so good
as to leave my house.

I wish you no ill,

but I don’t want
to set eyes on you
ever again.

Well, good-bye then,
Aunt Jemimah.

Uh...

delighted to see you
on such splendid form.

Man: So, old Rowley
is coming home, then.

Man #2: Is he?

How the deuce
is he managing that?

He was back here
a couple of years ago

for his daughter’s wedding.
He’s not due another holiday.

Osborne’s pulling strings
to get it done.

Old Rowley is coming
as a witness for this committee.

Three months off,
all expenses paid.

One gathers Osborne’s
got a soft spot

for old Rowley’s daughter,
the young Mrs. Trevelyan.

Ah....

yes, that would
explain it.

Would you leave us,
Jenny, please?

What is it, Louis?

Is there any truth
in a rumor I hear

that your father
is coming home?

Yes.

Then why was I
not told of it?

Because it was a secret.

A secret from me,
and everyone else knows it?

Why was it a secret?

Colonel Osborne didn’t
wish it to be known.

Colonel Osborne?

You share secrets
with Colonel Osborne
and keep them from me?

Colonel Osborne –

I don’t want to hear any more
about Colonel Osborne!

I don’t want you to
see him again, Emily.

Louis –
You shan’t see him!

Do you hear me?

Yes. I hear you, Louis.

You may not know it...

but you have already
damaged your reputation

by your familiarity
with that man.

Do you realize that last night
I had to endure

Lady Milborough reminding me
of my responsibility

to keep you out of
moral danger?

Listen to me –
I won’t listen

’til you give your promise
not to see that man.

You can’t
seriously mean that.

Good God, Emily,
what are you trying to do?

Ruin yourself
and destroy our happiness?

You are destroying
our happiness

by your unreasonable jealousy!

How could you
speak to me like that?

You know I’d never
do anything to wrong you.

Then give me your word.

You shouldn’t
have to ask for it.

Of course
I shan’t see Colonel Osborne
if you forbid it.

It will be very embarrassing
and hurtful

and everyone will know
and gossip about us.

But if that’s what you want,
you shall have it.

But what I can never forgive
is that you should suspect me.

I never said –

Then what is all this about?

Do you understand how deeply
you have hurt me, Louis?

If we can’t trust each other,
what hope is there for us?

Emily –

Emily.

Tell me you trust me, Louis.

Of course I trust you,
my love.

But you must accept my judgment
as your husband

that this man is dangerous
to young married women.

You don’t trust me at all,
do you?

If you insist on
coming to my bed tonight,

of course you must,
it’s your right...

but if you permit it,

I should prefer
to sleep upstairs.

(door closes)

(sheep bleating)

Hugh!

Priscilla!
Hugh’s here!

You remembered us,
then?

Priscilla:
“My dear sister Stanbury,

“your son Hugh has
taken to courses

“of which I do not approve,

“and I have put an end
to my connection with him.

“But I am prepared
to welcome

“your daughter Dorothy
to my house

“if you and she approve
of such a plan.

“I will make her an allowance
of £25 per annum

“as long as she will
remain with me.

“I shall expect her
to be regular at meals,

“constant in church-going,

“and not to read modern novels.

“I intend the arrangement
to be permanent.

“Yours truly,
Jemimah Stanbury.

“P.S. I hope the young lady

does not have
any false hair about her.”

Very kind and thoughtful
of her, I’m sure.

You’d never be able
to bear it, Dorothy,
no one could.

I think I might bear it
very well.

My dear,
you don’t know that woman.

She’s always been
very good to Hugh.

I don’t think she’s
been good to him at all.

She was very kind to me
when I was a boy.

It’s not her fault
I turned out all wrong.

Only according to her lights.

What do you think,
then, Dorothy?

I think I should go.

You’re a fool, then.

But think what a saving
it would be.

I could send home half of
what Aunt Stanbury gives me.

You mustn’t go
just for that reason, Dot.

But I think perhaps
Aunt Stanbury is lonely

and wants the company.

And I should like to try out
what it’s like

to live in a city like Wells,
and meet new people.

I shall go to Aunt Stanbury.

That is, if you and mama
don’t think it would be wrong.

(Osborne humming)

Good afternoon, Richard.
Good afternoon, sir.

I’m sorry, but Mrs. Trevelyan
is not at home.

Really?

You’re quite sure about that?

Quite sure, sir.
I’m sorry, sir.

Hmm.

Well...

Good afternoon, Richard.
Good afternoon, sir.

Nora, will you
give that to Louis?

It comes from the man
he supposes to be my lover.

I suppose nothing
of the kind.

I assume that
if I’m not to see
Colonel Osborne,

I’m not to receive
letters from him.

Read it. Please.

I have nothing to hide.

Here. You’d better
read it yourself.

I’d rather not, thank you.

Than Nora can read it.
It concerns you both.

It’s about papa’s visit
to speak to this committee.

It’s to be postponed
for two months.

Why?

I don’t quite understand.

Something to do with Lord Bowles
and the colonial office.

And what about mama?
Does he say anything about her?

Why don’t you
read the letter yourself?

I don’t understand you, Louis.

You tell you want me
to have no more to do
with Colonel Osborne,

and now you say
I’m to read his letters.

After you’ve looked them over
like a prisoner governor.

Nothing of the kind.

And I won’t be
put in the wrong in this way.

Why not read the letter, Emily?
I can do no harm.

Emily...

Colonel Osborne says
he will call tomorrow.

If you please,
you can admit him,

and thank him for the trouble
he has taken in this matter
of your father’s visit.

No. I cannot.

If I am not
to see my godfather

except under scrutiny
and supervision,

then I shan’t see him at all.

There. You have
what you wanted.

Perhaps now
your suspicions of me

will be laid to rest.

He doesn’t trust me, Nora.

He doesn’t trust
Colonel Osborne,

and that’s a very
different thing.

No. It’s more than that. Worse.

When we’re alone together,

he looks at me
in a different way.

How can I tell what he feels
when he won’t talk to me?

He only wants
to give me orders now.

He’s changed.

I feel as if he’s not
the man I married.

I’m sure he is, deep down.

And I’m sure
he loves you dearly.

I think you must both...
find your way back

to the Louis and Emily
that first fell in love.

I know we must.

But I don’t know how.

Dearest Emily...

I’ve offended you.

However this has come about,

I can’t bear this
unhappiness between us.

Can’t we...let all this be
as if it had never been?

I wish it could be.
It can be.

It will be.

Trevelyan. Emily.

I’m glad to find
you’re able to be out.

Yes.

I think my indisposition

was more to do with my little
boy than anything else.

Mr. Stanbury, how is it we
never see you now?

It’s the daily record,
Mrs. Trevelyan, nothing else.

She’s a very demanding mistress.

I get a couple of hours
to myself on Sundays,

but otherwise
I’m stuck in Fleet Street.

Well, we must
take advantage of you now, then.

Shall we walk together?

Nora:
We’ve missed you at the house.
How have you been?

How are your sisters and that
fierce old aunt of yours?

Well, there’s a tale
to tell there.

Not too disappointed about the
postponement, I hope.

I was rather disappointed.

Even though you’ll see
more of them when they do come?

I know you, Emily.

You think
a little pudding today

is better than
a lot of it tomorrow.

Louis, let’s go back now.

Please.

Nora! We’re going back now.

For God’s sake, Emily,
what did you do that for?

I could see you were
upset by his attentions.

Well, you’ve told him
everything now!

What was I to do?

Nothing I do is right for you!

For God’s sake,
what do you want from me?!

I want you to behave
as befits my wife

and not to make
a show of yourself!

Is that too much to ask?!

Well, well, well.
What was all that about?

Perhaps Mrs. Trevelyan
is unwell.

He makes her unwell
with his bullying.

And he’s a confounded fool,
because if he goes on with it,

he’ll lose her.

Good afternoon.

Miss Dorothy’s come,
ma’am.

My dear...

I’m glad to see you.

Take off your hat
and let me give you a kiss.

There.

Now turn around.

Stand still.

Good. These are all real,
at any rate.

I can’t bear false hair
on a girl.

Some of them walk around

with things
on the back of their polls

as big as
gardener’s wheelbarrows.

I’m perfectly serious.

Tight lacing is
another cause of headaches.

And so is reading in bed –
night or morning.

You don’t do any of that,
I hope.

I do sometimes
like to read in bed, aunt.

Well, your mother might allow
you to ruin your eyesight,

but you won’t do it
under my roof.

You’re very like your mother,
my dear.

As alike as two eggs.

D’you know, Martha?
I think it will do.

Osborne:
“Dear Emily,

“What was all that about today?

“Am I to consider myself
a banished man or not?

“I thought our little meetings
were so innocent

“and so pleasant.

“Please write me a line, Emily,

“to let me know how things
stand between us.

“Unless you are forbidden to.”

Emily:
“My dear Colonel Osborne,

“As far as I’m concerned,
I wish for no change,

“except that people
should be more reasonable.

“You can call, of course,
whenever you please,

“and I value our friendship,
as I know you do.

“Yours very sincerely,
Emily Trevelyan.”

What?

If I send him away
and refuse to receive him,

it’s as if I were admitting
there is something improper

in our friendship.

I won’t be put in the wrong,

and I won’t give up
control of my life

to a man who doesn’t trust me.

No...

this is a mistake.

It’s best if
I don’t see him again.

And I shall tell him so.

Did you write
this letter, Emily?

After all that’s
passed between us?

Yes. You can read it
if you want to.

I don’t want to.

What I want is a wife who won’t
bring my name into disgrace.

How can you say that?

Because it’s what I feel,
and I can’t endure it anymore!

Louis, if you think
I disgrace your name,

then we had better part

and make an end
of our marriage now.

Perhaps we should.

You can’t really believe

that I’m conducting a love
affair with Colonel Osborne!

How do I know
what to believe?!

When he bills and coos
with you in my presence

and you correspond with him
behind my back!

That is untrue and you know it!
I know nothing of the kind!

I know this, at any rate –

that if you’re not
already carrying on with him,

you soon will be, unless
you are kept away from him
and watched day and night.

If that’s
what you really believe,

then I can’t
live with you anymore, Louis.

So be it.

You may live where you please
at my expense

so long as it’s not in London.

But I will make sure you never
see Colonel Osborne again.

(door closes)

My God.

Good afternoon,
Mr. Gibson.

Miss Stanbury,
how do you do?

This is my niece Dorothy,
who’s come to stay with me.

Delighted to make your
acquaintance, Miss Stanbury.

A pleasant day,
though quite a chilly breeze.

I fear it could be injurious

to a young lady’s
delicate complexion.

I’m not frightened of
a bit of a breeze,

and neither is my niece,
Mr. Gibson.

I hope we can be sure of you
for my whist party.

On the 17th.

Oh, yes. Yes, indeed.

Yes, I wouldn’t miss it
for the world.

Well, good afternoon.

Mr. Gibson is thought to be
rather a catch.

The bishop looks kindly on him.

Oh, look at
those dreadful creatures.

They have enough false hair
about them to stuff a sofa.

(church bell rings)

Tell me, Dorothy,
what do you think

to being married
to a clergyman?

I never thought about
being married to anybody.

Then perhaps
it’s time you did.

Hello, old chap.

I’m sorry I’m late.
I came as soon as I could.

What is it?

What’s the matter?

Emily and I are separating.

No.

No, you don’t mean it.

Good God, I never saw
a couple more in love.

I don’t want to
discuss it, Stanbury.

You can’t bring me all this way

and then tell me
you won’t discuss it.

It’s not this Osborne business,
is it?

I suppose all the world
knows my situation now.

You can’t believe
that Emily would...

do anything
to harm your marriage.

Who knows what a woman will do
when she has a mind to it.

She’s refused to give me a
promise not to see the man.

Perhaps you didn’t
make the request very tactfully.

What does it matter
how I made it?

If I can’t trust her –
I’m quite sure you can.

Now, look –

you have to remember she’s not
like your ordinary English girl.

She’s independent,
she’s spirited.

Isn’t that what you fell in
love with in the first place?

Yes, but this is far beyond –

she won’t listen to me,
she throws the words
back in my face.

Louis, think.
This is your wife.
You have a child together.

She should think about that
when she –

I don’t know what she thinks
she’s doing, Stanbury.

None of it
makes any sense, unless –

unless she really is
deceiving me with that man.

That’s madness.
You know it is!

It’s no use discussing it.

We’re separating,
and that’s that.

The problem is,
where is she to go?

I want her and Nora
to be safe and comfortable...

and as far away from that
blackguard Osborne as possible.

Now I want
to ask you a favor.

You have a mother and sister
in Somerset.

Are you serious about this?

I’ve no one else to turn to.

No, it would hardly suit.
It’s a very small cottage,

Nothing like what Emily and
Nora have been used to.

Then I could rent
a larger house for them all.

The expense would be nothing.

She shan’t have anything
to reproach me with.

Well, I’ll do
what I can for you,

but I think you’re just about
as wrong as a man can be.

Come. Let’s do
what has to be done.

Say good-bye to your papa.

Good-bye, my dear little son.

Good-bye, Emily.

Good-bye.

Good-bye, Louis.

Lady Milborough:
Well, it’s done.

I was never so upset
about anything in my life.

I dare say they’ll be together
again in a few months, my dear.

Oh, I don’t know so much.

That young woman
is as stubborn as can be.

Oh, of course, she’s as
innocent as a babe unborn,

but the real victim
is her poor sister Nora.

Oh, yes, indeed.

Why should Miss Nora Rowley
be a victim?

Oh, Mr. Glascock,
don’t you understand?

The remotest connection
with a thing of that kind

tarnishes a young woman’s
standing forever.

I understand no such thing,
Lady Milborough.

Miss Rowley’s standing

is as high as ever it was
in my view.

And that is as high
as any woman in the country.

Here we are, mother.

Hugh!

What a lovely little boy.
Will he come to me?

You’re most welcome,
my dears, most welcome.

You’d better come in.

(Nora playing piano)

(stops playing)

Do you think
you could be happy here?

We are very grateful to you
for making the arrangement,
if that’s what you mean.

No, that isn’t it at all.
I don’t expect your gratitude.

Must have been
a great trouble to you.

Not a bit of it.
It was a pleasure.

Pleasure?

This has made things difficult
between us, hasn’t it?

Yes, it has.

Well, tomorrow
I shall be back in London
and out of your way.

(resumes playing)

I’m afraid you don’t
like our being here.

How am I to answer that?

Just tell the truth.

The truth is so uncivil.

Our lives will be
much more comfortable now.

Carriages and so forth,

a box of books
every week from Wells.

But we are little people here.

It could be dangerous
for us to be mixed up

in big people’s quarrels.

I don’t know who it is
that’s big in this matter.

You are big.

At any rate, by comparison.

But now it must go on.

The house has been taken
and we must live in it together

and take the consequences –
whatever they may be.

You can be sure of this –

none of us believes
a word against you.

And if your position
can be remedied

by staying here with us,

then stay with us.

I don’t know that anything
can remedy our position.

But I think
we’re better off here

than we could be anywhere else.

Thank you for bearing with us.

So, what a thing for your
mother and sister,
Miss Stanbury.

Is the clock house very grand?

And Mrs. Trevelyan,
is she very beautiful?

My brother says she is.
How I should like to see her.

Shouldn’t you like to see her,
Mr. Gibson?

Well, I always like to see
a pretty woman.

Is it true she’s been sent there
because she has a lover?

No. She’s separated,
but I don’t believe –

We had it
on very good authority

that there is a lover
in the case.

Oh, dear me, I do hope not.
Very good authority.

And we have heard him named.

Colonel Osborne.

Indeed.

But he’s an old man.

A friend of her father’s before
she was born, my brother says.

It’s only a misunderstanding
between them,

and nothing to do
with a gentleman.

But for a married woman to
have her name mentioned at all

with a gentleman...it’s bad.

Is it not, Mr. Gibson?

Well –
I’m afraid there’s not a doubt

about the colonel, Mr. Gibson.
I’m afraid not, indeed.

Hmm. Dear me.

Miss Stanbury:
Two by honors

and the odd.

and it’s my deal.

I don’t need anybody
to tell me

that when a young woman
is parted from her husband

the chances are ten to one
she has been very foolish.

And when women
can’t keep themselves

from idle talking
with strange gentlemen,

they are very far gone
on the road to the devil.

(knocks)

Mr. Louis Trevelyan?
Bozzle, sir. At your service.

Yes.

Come in.

Forgive the, uh...

the house is about
to be closed up.

Don’t mind me, sir.

I’ve seen this situation
a hundred times before.

More’s the pity.

So, she’s gone down
to the country

and you wants her watched.

Yes.

It isn’t that
I suspect her at all.

You don’t suspect her.

There’s a man.

Ah. There’s a man.

His name is Colonel Osborne.

There’s nothing – it’s not that
I believe –

I understand, sir.

You wants her watched
so you can be sure of her.

Exactly.
You came to the right man.

Could I say this to you, sir?

It’s my experience
from my long career

that there’s no smoke
without fire.

Those who goes looking for
evidence generally finds some.

And when a man suspects his
wife, he’s generally right to.

I didn’t say I suspected her.

But you wants her watched.

Right you are, sir,
Bozzle’s the man for that.

Bozzle won’t let you down.

You found a good friend
in Bozzle.

Come on, sir,
let’s shake hands on it.

Priscilla:
How pretty she looks,

your sister.

Yes. She has been much admired.

This terrible affair of mine
has been a cruel burr to her.

I think we must have harmed
your reputation, too.

It won’t hurt me.

Nothing of that kind
can hurt me.

But people say such cruel,
slanderous things.

I can take care of myself.

My personal cares
are limited to an old gown

and bread and cheese.

I like a pair of gloves
to go to church with,

but I could do without.

The world has so little
to give me,

I’m pretty sure
it will take nothing away.

I should like to see
Dorothy married

and happy there.

Why shouldn’t you get married
as well as Dorothy?

Who would have me?

I am not fit to marry.

I am twenty eight years old,

I am often cross,
I like my own way,

and I have a distaste for men.

Most men.

But I do think
when a women is married,

she should submit
to her husband.

You mean that for me.

Of course I mean it for you.

You should beg him
to take you back

for little Louis’s sake,
if not for your own.

You don’t understand
how it is with us.

Does he love you?

How can I know?

He did once.

And do you still love him?

Yes. In spite of everything.

Then I don’t see what’s the
matter with the pair of you.

(thunder rumbles)

There be a gentleman come.

Don’t mutter, Mary.
Speak out.

There be a gentleman come.

A gentleman.
What gentleman?

He be for you, miss.

Miss Rowley.

I’m afraid you’ll think
I’m persecuting you.

I have no right to think that.

I’ll tell you why
I have come now.

My dear father is very ill.

He’s at Naples,
and I must go to him.

He’s very old, you know.

He’ll never
come back to England.

I think I may
stay with him until he –

until everything is over.

Yes. I see.

They say he can hardly live
above a month or two.

He’ll never see my wife...

if I can have a wife.

I should like to tell him,
if it were possible, that...

well, that there was someone.
I understand you.

So, you see, I couldn’t go
without seeing you.

Miss Rowley...

Nora...

May I hope that
you can love me?

What can I say?

Mr. Glascock, I will tell you
the honest truth.

I came into this room
determined to accept you.

But you are so good
and so kind

that I can’t tell you
a falsehood.

If I accepted you,
it would be because

you are rich
and the heir to a peerage

and not because I love you.

I love someone else.

I don’t know whether
he loves me

or whether we shall
ever be married,

but I couldn’t love
anyone else.

Then of course,
I have nothing to hope.

I’m sorry.

You have nothing
to be sorry for.

I don’t think either of us

would want to marry
without love.

I hope you’ll find the
happiness you deserve,
Miss Rowley.

Well?

Yes, mum?

You know what I mean.

You’ve been talking
to Giles Hickbody.

I want to know what he said.

Come on – out with it!

There’s been a visitor
at the Clock house, mum.

A gentleman,
and very well dressed.

I knew it!
The Colonel.

We can’t be sure, mum.

Who else could it be?

The Colonel at the Clock house.

I do believe the devil
has been allowed

to come amongst us
because of our sins.

The hawk has been
at the dovecote.

What?

The Colonel, sir.
He’s been there.

No.

I’m very sorry, sir.

Last Thursday afternoon
he presented himself.

A fine-looking gentleman,
carries himself well,

lodged at the inn, called at
the house about three o’clock.

And you’re sure it was him?

Tall gentleman with fair hair,
a mustache –

rather younger
than I expected.

Younger?

He gave a false name at the
inn, but I was up to that, sir.

What name did he give?

Glascock, sir.

Glascock?

You’ve got the wrong man,
Mr. Bozzle.

Mr. Glascock is an old friend
of Miss Rowley’s.

You’d better get down
to Somerset again.

Louis:
What do you think
I should do, Stanbury?

Dismiss Bozzle for a start.

Louis, you must.

If you only think about it,
how can Emily come back to you

if she learns you’ve sent
a detective to –

Well, what am I to do?

I can’t bear this.

Hanging about London, cut off
from my own wife and child.

Not knowing what danger
she may be in.

Then ask her to come back
and put yourself
out of your misery.

There’s nothing I want more.

All she has to do
is give me her promise.

But she won’t.

And he knows it,
and he means to find her
and thrust himself in!

You’re wrong.

You couldn’t be more wrong.

Now, look here.
Let me go down there.

No one will think it odd
if I go down to see

my mother and sister.

I can make sure that
everything’s as it should be

and Osborne’s far away,
out of sight and out of mind,

without arousing any suspicion

that I’m meddling in
your domestic affairs.

And I’ll find Bozzle
and tell him

his services are
no longer required.

And let’s hope there’s not
too much damage done

before I do find him.

(knocking)

(door closes)

I think it must be
from Louis.

Perhaps he’s asking her
to come back.

This is for you, mama.

It’s from Aunt Stanbury.

I do hope nobody’s ill.
You read it, my dear.

What does it say?

Nothing but silliness.

And malicious silliness,
at that.

She has heard
we have had a visitor.

She assumes it was
“the gentleman reputed

to be Mrs. Trevelyan’s lover.”

And she tells you
it is your duty

to tell the lady
to go elsewhere.

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear, dear, dear!

She must have had
such pleasure in writing it.

Seems a shame to begrudge her.

It’s is pretty a specimen
as I ever knew

of malice and eavesdropping
combined.

Don’t use such hard words,
my dear.

Look at her words to us.

I’m afraid
this is all my fault.

Not a bit of it.

It’s no one’s fault
except her own.

And I shall write
and tell her so.

Don’t be too hard on her,
my dear.

She’s been so good to Hugh,
and now to Dorothy.

If I were Dorothy,
I’d have none of her goodness.

She likes someone
to trample on.

Well, she shan’t trample
on you and me.

Don’t worry, mama.

It will be mild enough
in words.

And very short.

“Dear Aunt Stanbury,

“You have found a mare’s nest.

“The gentleman you speak of
has never been here at all.

“Another gentleman
did call here,

“but not to see
Mrs. Trevelyan.

“We never interfere with you
or with anyone,

“and I think you might
abstain from harassing us

“with accusations.

“Pray, do not
write to mama again

“in such a strain

“unless you are quite sure
of your ground.

“Yours truly,
Priscilla Stanbury.”

Oh, dear.

Oh, dear.

Dorothy, I’ve been
over-hasty about your mother

and this man.

It wasn’t the Colonel
after all, Martha.

I’ve been well-rebuked for it.

And now, I must beg
everybody’s pardon.

Not mine, Aunt Stanbury.

Yes, yours.
For you never believed it.

Oh, I’ve been an old fool

and too ready to believe ill
of other people.

Well, now I must write
to your mother

and apologize
for my hard words.

And say I’m sorry
to your sister, too.

And that goes
against the grain.

Well, I was wrong,
and I must take my punishment.

There’s only one good thing
about this whole sorry business.

I’m very glad that
we were all mistaken

and that Mrs. Trevelyan
is free from any fault.

And most of all that
that Colonel

has never set foot
anywhere near my sister’s house.

(knocks)