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Are you sure this isn't too much for you, Agnes?

We should have ordered the carriage.

All my life, I have walked to church on Easter morning.

Why should I stop now?

Because we're getting older.

You may be getting older. I am not.

How long will you be in Newport?

Only a few days this time.

Larry says the house is finished, and I want to make sure that it is.

Well, I hope it will take your mind off that other business.

I hate to see you upset.

Nothing will take my mind off that other business

as you call it.

As long as we have no box at the Academy

we are not in the front rank of society

whatever we may pretend.

- That's what Carrie Astor says. - Well, she should know.

Her mother will have been consulted

and she must have decided to keep us out.

The Academy must have a list of applicants as long as your arm.

And I'm sure Mrs. Astor tried to help.

Are you? I'm not.

What do you see?

I've forgotten how beautiful Philadelphia was.

I hope we're not going to be late.

The church isn't far.

So, you know it?

When I was in school, we'd visit for some events.

It was nice of Mr. Spring to invite us.

I suppose none of this is easy for them.

'Course not

But the Spring family has asked us

to join them in their grief for Easter.

So that is what we shall do.

Apres vous, Monsieur.

Or should I say, "You first, Mister"?

It does not offend me that I am a source of humor to you all.

I confess I would like to know how long it must go on.

Until it stops making us smile.

Mr. Borden pretended to be French to get a job.

Is that a crime?

Not a crime, but quite a good joke.

If the Mistress can accept that her chef is from Kansas

surely we can.

If she admits it at all, I bet it's through gritted teeth.

Or should we say, "Par les dents serrees?"

Hello.

Miss Weber, isn't it?

How do you know my name?

I asked one of your footmen.

I'm Jack Trotter.

I work for Mrs. van Rhijn across the street.

Then happy Easter, Mr. Trotter.

I was thinking you might like to meet up some day.

Maybe have a cup of coffee?

- We're off to Newport tomorrow. - For long?

Only until next Monday.

But we'll go back soon, for the Season.

Well, when you get home

maybe we could arrange something before you're gone again.

I'd like that.

How pretty they've made it.

There's Mrs. Russell.

Oh, happy Easter.

- To all of you. - Ada, come sit down.

Agnes.

- Lina. - Ada.

Oh, I meant to tell you

I've had a letter from Dashiell Montgomery.

- How is he? - Who is he?

- A nephew of my late husband. - Arnold.

Were you on first name terms?

We weren't, and I was his wife.

What's Dashiell up to?

Well, it seems he tired of Washington and has moved back to New York.

With his daughter.

Poor motherless girl.

Motherless?

Dashiell's wife died very young.

Frances must be about 14 now.

I'll invite them for some tea. Maybe next Thursday.

Not Thursday.

Why not?

No reason, really, but I'm usually rather busy on Thursdays.

As we celebrate the resurrection of our savior

we know the Lord is close to the broken-hearted.

And we pray for those in our congregation

the sick, the lonely, the bereaved.

And we ask continued prayer for Samuel Spring

since the death of his wife and son

who was blessed with two mothers, one of whom is here today.

Our prayers are with you all.

Easter is a time of renewal.

It is through the miracle of Easter that our savior gives us new life.

Today we declare our sublime and unshaken faith

that Christ did truly rise from death

and that God, having raised him up

shall also raise us up with him.

Please rise.

Let us ask our god that our hearts may be light with heavenly hope.

It may not happen in this world

but it will happen in the sweet hereafter

when we shall rise again and be made like unto Christ

in his eternal and glorious kingdom.

- Amen. - Amen.

Lovely to have you.

- Thank you. Happy Easter. - Happy Easter to you.

I thought he did well, the new rector.

He kept the sermon short, which is something.

Oh, look. He's over there. Shall we say hello?

You could leave it for another time.

Excuse me.

I know exactly who you are.

Mrs. van Rhijn and Miss Brook.

They have told me all about you.

You mustn't believe everything you hear.

And this is our niece

Miss Marian Brook and Mrs. van Rhijn's son, Oscar.

Pleasure.

That was a lovely sermon.

I hope so.

Half the battle is not to put the congregation to sleep.

Mr. Russell, I thought I might see you here.

Happy Easter to you, Mr. Tritton.

I hear you're having some union difficulties in Pittsburgh.

You could say that.

I ask because we're going through something similar in Cleveland

and, of course, Jay Gould is having trouble too.

They say membership of the Knights of Labor

is in the hundreds of thousands now.

Never mind the Knights of Labor.

We must deal with the steelworkers.

They've elected a new leader, a man called Henderson

and I'm afraid he seems to know what he's doing.

The only thing worse than a union man is a clever union man.

We ought to get some of the owners together, Gould, Morgan...

Billy Vanderbilt, if he'd come.

- Shall we go? - Of course.

We'll be in touch.

How are you settling into the City?

Well, New York is very different from Boston.

It's the little things I miss.

Old haunts, familiar food.

New York cuisine isn't meeting your standards?

Quite the opposite, though I am still searching

for an authentic bowl of New England clam chowder.

Well, I hope you find it.

But you're managing?

I survived the Easter service today, and my first wedding is this week.

So, I feel I'm getting there.

May we hear who is to be married?

Miss Bingham and a Mr. Raikes.

- Do you know them, by any chance? - No.

- A little. - Not really.

Oh, we should go. We mustn't keep the rector all to ourselves.

- Happy Easter. - Happy Easter.

Agnes, slow down.

We're not in a race.

Speak for yourself. I couldn't get away fast enough.

Mama, I think I'll say goodbye here.

I need a cab.

But you'll be back for dinner?

I will.

Are you going to Mrs. Rutherfurd's ball?

I'm quite surprised I've been invited.

With three bachelor sons?

Mother says she'll have every heiress in New York on the dance floor.

I've been meaning to ask you about your hat.

Isn't it lovely?

How did you enjoy the service?

I thought it was perfect.

Yes, I do too.

It's been six months.

I should have written sooner

as soon as I heard you were looking for me

but by then, they were gone, and I wasn't thinking straight.

It's good of you to come today.

We wanted to.

To learn about him.

"A loved and loving little boy."

And so he was.

I wish I'd known him.

You're coming home with me

so I can show you his room and his toys

and maybe you'll feel that you do know him a little.

I hope so.

Mother.

Were we right to bring her here?

She deserves the full story of that short and dear life.

Dorothy, please.

You can't blame me for scarlet fever.

I can blame you that we weren't here before the fever struck.

If you had contacted Mrs. Wade sooner

our boy might be alive today.

Hey.

Give me another.

We're celebrating!

It's on him.

Did he like the room?

Did he enjoy his life?

He was a happy child, always laughing, always full of fun.

We wouldn't have stopped you seeing him.

I hope you believe that.

Don't be too nice to me.

I'd have taken him away.

I'd have fought the adoption

and I would've taken him with me, if I could.

I wish you had. It might have saved him

if you'd gotten him out of the city before the fever came.

Don't say that or we'll all go mad.

Keep it.

I mean it.

He loved his bear.

His mother should have his favorite toy.

His other mother.

She loved him, you know, my Carlotta.

She loved him, and she nursed him

and she caught the fever, and she died with him.

Shall we go downstairs for our Easter dinner?

I have a gift for you.

Here's a photograph. If it wouldn't be too painful.

Don't you want to keep it?

I have one of him taken later, with my wife

not long before they died, just as I remember them.

I appreciate your kindness.

So do I.

I mean it.

We shared a child.

A bond no one could even try to understand.

That's why we came.

Please come to the table.

Coming!

Mrs. Scott.

Slowly, girls. The food's not going anywhere.

Let's join hands, everyone.

Mother, would you like to say grace?

How was your service, Bridget?

Or should I call it mass?

Good. I like Saint Patrick's.

The new cathedral is a credit to the city.

- I'll give you that. - How was yours?

I enjoyed it.

With all the ladies showing off the latest fashions.

I'm not sure what that has to do with holy worship.

What were you saying to Miss Weber?

When did you see her?

She was at church with the other Russell servants.

Don't you ever get tired of that wretched tapestry?

You're like Penelope waiting for Odysseus to get home.

Aunt Ada likes her needlework.

I like ice cream.

It doesn't mean I eat it 24 hours a day.

- You rang, ma'am? - Yes.

We can't wait for Mr. Oscar any longer.

I don't know what's happened to him, but if you can tell Mrs. Bauer

we'll have dinner as soon as she's ready.

Very good, ma'am.

Oh, I expect that's him now.

Oscar!

- My God! - Oscar, what happened?

Who has done this?

I'm sorry, I haven't changed, I just...

Oscar!

Bannister, help me get Mr. Oscar up to the Blue Room

- and find an old nightshirt. - Yes, ma'am.

Marian, send John for Dr. Lewis.

Ada, do we have any bandages or salves?

Oh, yes, I think they're in the kitchen.

I'll fetch them.

Can you see?

John!

- Yes? - Fetch Dr. Lewis!

And when you've done that, go to Mr. Oscar's rooms

and tell his man to give you what he'll need for tonight.

- Why? What happened? - Mr. Oscar has been attacked.

- What? - I need whatever bandages

- and creams we have here. - I know where they are.

- What do you mean attacked? - What I said.

He's been beaten and, I dare say, robbed.

Here we are.

How are you feeling?

Much better. Thank you.

Then we must send for the police.

No! No, not the police.

Why not? When you've been set upon in the street?

I have nothing to tell them.

I didn't see his face. It all happened so fast.

And I don't want to be a story in the papers.

Well, I can understand that. If you really have no evidence.

My mind is a complete blank.

And you did nothing to provoke him?

Why do you say such a thing?

Because I know you.

I've watched you be reckless and rude.

Why were you walking the streets anyway?

Why didn't you hail a cab?

That'll be Dr. Lewis.

I'll go down.

She's just upset.

What you need is rest.

When Dr. Lewis has gone, try to sleep.

Ring the bell if you need something in the night. I'll hear it.

You've missed your vocation.

- How is he? - Settled.

But you were right about his needing sleep.

He'll feel better in the morning.

What a business.

Yes, but I really came in to ask how you were feeling.

- What do you mean? - When the new rector told us

about Mr. Raikes's marriage...

Oh, that.

It was a little bit of a shock.

But I'm fine.

- Or I will be. - Good.

Because you have so much to look forward to.

I'm sure of it.

I did love him.

I'm glad that you use the past tense.

It helps to accept that a thing is finished and done with.

The question is...

what's next?

The right man will come along.

But I don't just want a husband, Aunt Ada.

And anyway, who says he'll come along?

He doesn't always.

That's true.

He never came for me.

But I was very shy when I was your age

with so much less to offer.

It would have taken someone rare to look inside my shell.

If he didn't, it was his loss.

- Good night. - Good night.

Sleep well...

and dream of all the wonderful things that are waiting to happen.

How did you know my size?

Mr. White was the one who found it.

Are you familiar with the house?

Not really. It was built about 30 years ago

and I believe it was quite social at the start.

But for the past decade, it was owned by a quiet old lady

from Milwaukee, who did not entertain.

So, for most people here

it's going to be a new house on their rounds?

Indeed it will.

I hope you don't think I'm rushing things.

I do not. You conquered New York.

Now it's time to conquer Newport.

But I haven't conquered New York.

What? You go everywhere.

You dine in the best houses.

You have a pew opposite the Astors at St. Thomas.

But I haven't got a box at the opera.

The Academy has turned us down again.

They can be very trying.

Mrs. Astor can be very trying. She must have known.

Did she tell you they were keeping us out?

Do you think the new Metropolitan Opera will succeed?

The members of the Academy are very determined it should not.

And if you jump that way

you'll never take Mrs. Astor with you.

My advice would be to stick with her.

She'll get you into the Academy in the end.

I'm not much good at in the end.

Besides, nothing stays the same forever

and I can't always be at Mrs. Astor's beck and call.

Why not? I am.

Aren't you coming in?

You see we've increased the space in here

and changed the angle of the light.

It's splendid.

My son is a genius.

We can use this room for entertaining.

And come, look into the old library next.

It's worked even better than I thought.

You have done well, Larry.

What will you do now?

I expect I'll go to New York and look for some work.

I may have something to suggest in that department.

There is a widow, here in Newport, who is planning some alterations

and additions to her house, a Mrs. Richard Blane.

She's here?

Out of season? Why?

She decided to live in Newport after her husband's death.

Has she been alone for many years?

He died about 18 months ago.

It seems rather soon for her to build.

Isn't she still in mourning?

Not exactly.

But then the late Mr. Blane was a good deal older.

You mean she's glad to be rid of him?

Well, she's glad to spend the money that he guarded like a hyena.

I'm very grateful, Mr. McAllister.

You haven't met her yet. But I think it could be managed.

- And you'd be in town all summer. - Mr. Russell.

I'm just going up to check the bedrooms before you see them.

Tell me more about Mrs. Blane.

If you insist.

She was penniless and in a tricky situation

when she met Mr. Blane.

I do not believe she thought he'd survive for 20 years.

Well, why didn't she go back to New York?

Newport allows her more freedom.

Oh, are you hungry?

Dinner won't be long.

Have you been crying again?

Thinking about your father.

We can't keep torturing ourselves.

I was thinking about the first time I ever met him.

He saved my life.

Did I ever tell you about it?

No.

I was walking home from church

and two men started following me, taunting me.

- White men? - Yes.

And I rounded a corner, hoping to find somewhere to hide.

And I practically ran right into your father's arms.

Thank heavens.

When the two men caught up with me, Arthur stared them down.

He didn't have to say a word, and they ran off.

Your father later told me that he saw what they were doing

and wanted to make sure that I got home unscathed.

I never knew that.

I always felt so safe with Arthur.

You sleep in a man's arms for years and you think you know him, but...

There you are.

Dinner must be ready now.

How did you hear about my contretemps?

Aurora Fane told me.

Does your presence here mean we're friends again?

Oscar, you and I have known each other far too long

and much too well not to be friends.

If that is the case, I'm delighted.

Good.

Now will you tell me what really happened?

Nothing much.

I saw you at church that morning, by the way

with someone tall and dark and handsome.

Tell me.

I met a guy in a bar, and he said he had somewhere we could go.

And so he took you into a dark alley

and he beat you to a pulp

and he stole your wallet and your watch.

He didn't take my watch.

I don't know why not.

How long will this go on?

You can't keep putting yourself in danger.

I'm starting to think you may have a point.

Meaning?

I wonder if it isn't time I began to live a more grown-up life.

Don't tell me this heralds the arrival of Oscar van Rhijn

family man and pillar of Society?

His entrance is rather overdue.

You do know you would be asking a very great deal of yourself?

No more than thousands of other men have asked before me.

No more than you will ask of yourself one day.

Not me.

I've no desire to lock who I am in a box and throw away the key.

I don't think I could, anyway.

Then what will your life be?

Friendship, companionship, perhaps something more

if I can learn to live with a little discretion.

It's still a life of lies.

But I won't be lying to myself.

It's different for you. You've got brothers.

I am the torchbearer of the House of van Rhijn.

Don't hate me.

I will never hate you.

Mrs. Bauer thought you might both like some coffee, sir.

Oh, please thank her.

Oh, we'll manage for ourselves.

Did she see anything?

There wasn't a lot to see.

Would you like anything else?

Just coffee, thank you.

It's good of you to make time for me.

Not at all, but I assume you've come here on a mission.

And you're right.

I hope it wasn't indiscreet of him

but our friend, Mr. McAllister, seems to think that you're unhappy

that the Academy has failed to find a box for you.

When one became available.

But there are people on that list who have waited forever.

Your day will come, my dear.

And the Academy of Music has served New York Society for 30 years.

Have they not earned our loyalty?

Yours maybe, but not mine, not when they won't let me in.

Why didn't they see this coming

and build more boxes when there was still time?

The Academy has been short-sighted.

I'm told there are 120 boxes

in the new Metropolitan Opera House.

They can't want it to be exclusive.

They'll fill them though with so many new people in the city now.

Mrs. Russell, you must know how very proud I am

of your success in New York.

- That's generous. - No, I mean it.

You worked to be accepted, and I do hope that I was a help.

You wouldn't want to throw that all away

and find yourself back where you started, out on your ear?

I suppose I'd like to go where I am valued.

Where people are friendly.

Well, the audience at the new opera house will be easy to meet

but you'll find that they are hard to get rid of.

Why don't I give a dinner of opera enthusiasts

so we can discuss the whole subject?

- Would you come? - May I see a list of the guests?

When I have one.

But give me a date that works first.

I need you there to be my guide.

I shall take it very seriously.

I wouldn't like to see you pay the price

for backing the losing side.

Well, you're right about one thing, Mrs. Astor.

I certainly intend to find myself on the winning side.

Hiding his picture away won't get rid of the pain.

Of course not, but do you want a daily reminder?

Arthur, we had a grandchild.

His photograph belongs with the pictures

of your parents and mine and all the rest of them.

They're dead, but they're still our family!

All right! You want me to say it? I was wrong!

I thought I was right, but I was wrong!

We should have kept the boy!

There! Are you satisfied?

How can I be satisfied?

My grandson is dead.

We saved you some dinner.

I'm not hungry.

He looks so much like you at that age.

Shall we keep it in here?

I don't think so.

I'll have it in my room.

She doesn't want it on display, Dorothy.

She doesn't, or you don't?

I lie awake at night

thinking about how I should have done things differently.

I'm sorry.

That's all I can say.

Well, you just have to keep saying it

until Peggy can find it in her heart to forgive you.

Or I do.

But don't you see?

Even if you are sorry

and I do believe that you are...

it doesn't change anything.

So, you'll hate me all your life?

I don't hate you

but we need a rest from each other.

We have been trapped in this trio of regret for too long.

Now I'm going to bed.

How I wish you would stay. It feels much too soon.

I do worry so.

You won't go back to the bank today?

I've said I'll be there next week.

Marian, look after him.

I will.

How are you, really?

I'm making progress, as they say.

It could have been so much worse.

Indeed. I could have been killed

and then what would have been the point of my having lived at all?

Don't say that.

Oh, look. A luncheon party, no doubt to which I am not invited.

Don't tell me you're still pining for Gladys Russell.

I suppose she's now the cynosure of all eyes?

Of course. She's pretty. She's rich.

She's out in society, and this is New York.

But are you still a contender?

Haven't you given up?

I should, really.

She never answers my letters, and if we do meet, it's very stilted.

I'm sure Mrs. Russell has told her not to speak to me.

Well, if you're really in love with her

you must give it another try.

But this time, make a proper plan.

You fill me with resolve.

So, have you told your aunts your secret yet?

No, but I will.

When?

When I can't keep it secret any longer.

But what about you?

I just don't know how much longer I can stay with my parents.

What's the remedy?

Is there any chance I could come back to 61st Street?

If Mrs. van Rhijn hasn't found a replacement...

I assure you she has not.

Then can you ask her if she'd meet with me?

Aunt Agnes would welcome you back with open arms.

And so would I.

Not everyone in that house is so hospitable.

I think Aunt Agnes regrets keeping Armstrong when she let you go.

And if you think you can handle her, please come back.

I'd like to, Miss Armstrong notwithstanding.

I'll speak to Aunt Agnes and write to you.

Thank you.

But why do you need my help?

You know Gladys Russell.

Why can't you arrange to meet her yourself?

Because her mother doesn't want me as a suitor.

Mrs. Russell doesn't like any man she hasn't chosen.

But I don't see what I can do about it.

Now, would you like some more coffee?

Or can I fetch you a sandwich?

I'll do it.

I'm glad to see you're better.

Was it very terrible?

It certainly made me think.

What was I doing wandering round New York

when I should have been at home, dining with my family?

Heavens. You mean you'd like to settle down?

I suppose I do.

Which brings us back to Miss Russell.

Please help me.

I've helped you before, and nothing came of it.

This time I know what to do.

I just need a few minutes alone with her.

Ask us both to luncheon.

No, that would be too obvious...

but I've been meaning to mark cousin Dashiell's return to New York.

You can come to that.

What reason can you have for asking Gladys but not her mother?

Leave it with me.

I have an idea.

Mrs. Fane is throwing a party for her cousin.

- What's wrong with that? - It's on the day of my dinner.

How could she do such a thing?

Perhaps Mr. Montgomery couldn't manage another date.

It starts at half past three.

We'll be home before six, with plenty of time to get ready.

I can't come.

I won't be able to leave the house that day.

Then Gladys can go with Miss Brook. She'll have been invited.

But will Miss Brook protect her from men I don't approve of?

Honestly, Mother.

You say I'm not to speak to men you don't approve of

but you don't approve of anyone.

She must be allowed to go out.

You can't keep her in a bandbox.

Oh, very well. I give in.

Thank you.

Do I have to be at the dinner?

Only I've some troublesome business in Pittsburgh I'm dealing with.

I need you there.

I wish I could understand the whole thing.

You don't even like opera. Not so I've ever noticed.

George, the opera is where society puts itself on display.

Not just in New York but all over Europe.

And the leaders take boxes

where they meet each other and their children court each other

and that is how the wheels of society turn.

The Academy tried to stop the Metropolitan from being built.

And they thought they could

but it'll be open by the end of October.

If you decide to back the Met

you know you'll be taking on Mrs. Astor?

And?

Of course I love that you're not afraid of her.

I'm glad to be her friend, George, but not her lackey.

Aurora has written.

She's giving a tea for cousin Dashiell.

Weren't we going to manage that?

Aurora can do it. She's his cousin.

We'll all go, and Marian can meet some more suitable young people.

Although I'm never sure that your definition of suitable

is quite the same as mine.

If it isn't, it should be.

I hope you're not still pining after that tedious Mr. Raikes.

Oh, Agnes.

There's no need to bring that up.

Not really, Aunt Agnes.

They were bound to marry at some stage.

All I hope is that next time you will listen to us

and not assume we know nothing.

I shall be more sensible...

if there is a next time.

That's all we ask, isn't it, Ada?

Some respect for our advice.

All I want is for Marian to be happy.

I need you to confirm this is the final list for ordering.

Give it to me.

How is it coming on?

Will we be ready in time?

I think so, but planning is the key.

I do have a favor to ask.

As you know, Mrs. Russell hopes to put on quite a show

so we're borrowing some footmen from various households

And you want me to swell their number.

- Not exactly. - I don't mind. It's part of my job.

No, I need you more as an under-butler

to take care of the wines.

We'll go through them together, of course

but if you could see to their opening, decanting, icing

and serving throughout the evening?

I'm flattered.

But do you really think

that she'll side with the new Metropolitan?

It's beginning to look like it.

Won't Mrs. Astor kick up a stink?

Mrs. Russell doesn't lack courage.

Come with us!

- Papa? - Go on.

Dashiell, how very good to see you.

Except you should have called on us the moment you got to New York.

Indeed I should have done, Aunt Agnes.

I hope you can forgive me.

Oh, of course we can.

You know Oscar.

Oscar. Good heavens.

We're both rather older than when we last met.

Don't remind me.

And this is our niece, Marian Brook, who lives with us now.

Does that make us cousins?

Almost, but not quite.

Where is Frances? Is she here?

She is. But she found a group of young

and so she escaped me.

Cousin Dashiell, welcome.

Come, shall we have our tea?

Dashiell, good to see you.

Oscar, why don't you show Miss Russell Charles's new library?

My pride and joy.

Shall I?

If you wish.

I'm so pleased you're well again.

I'm not quite dancing yet

but when I do, I hope you'll be my partner.

- Is your mother here? - No.

Or I wouldn't dare talk to you.

Then I'm glad she's not.

Well, at least I know now why you never answered my letters.

Mother wouldn't see that keeping them from me was wrong.

I suppose she thinks I don't have enough to offer.

Which is why I asked Aurora to give this party.

So I could make the offer myself.

- What? - I know there are men out there

who are younger and richer than I am, but we would live well.

You could choose your own friends

run your own house, manage your own life.

- Isn't that what you want? - Very much so.

And I'm not a bully.

I'd never force you to echo my opinions and parrot all my views.

Of course not.

Most men would.

That's true, I suppose.

I am happy to be hen-pecked...

as long as you're doing the pecking.

We'd have fun, Gladys. I know we would.

I want us to be happy...

very happy. And I believe we could be.

- Oh, I... - Don't answer now.

Just know that I love and admire you more than I can say.

More than I've ever felt for any other woman.

But you don't know me. Not really.

I know you to be intelligent and fine.

And independent when you're allowed to be, and witty.

You have every quality that I admire. Truly.

Shouldn't you be saying these things to my father?

I'll write to him.

Oscar? Gladys?

You mustn't miss the tea.

Of course not.

Gould, how are things going with the Knights of Labor?

Better for me than for them.

I should expect nothing less.

Their demands are outlandish.

The leader, Powderly, says he wants all workers

to be in partnership with their employer.

He can want what he likes, Mr. Gould, but he won't get it.

Have you sustained any damage?

Have you?

This isn't a competition, gentlemen.

Mr. Gould is not cornering the gold market.

Mr. Russell is not bankrupting a railroad.

For once, we're on the same side.

He's right.

Let us enjoy the sensation.

They tried to target my freight traffic

and shut some down.

- But you didn't give in? - We can't give in.

The list of what they want will grow with every concession.

Houses, medical care, less work, more pay

they want an eight-hour workday, for God's sake!

Safety measures that make a child's nursery look dangerous.

The point is we can't back down

or we'll lose control of everything we've spent our lives building.

For once, we must stand together

and introduce change when we decide, not them.

They're a rabble, so treat them like a rabble.

If it comes to it, I'll hire half the working class

to kill the other half.

- Thank you. - Goodbye, Aurora

And thank you both. This has been lovely.

Everything was so charming.

Oh, our pleasure. We're so glad you could come.

Aunt Agnes, could I hold you back for one more minute?

I've found Frances, and she wants to say hello.

How nice to see you, my dear.

Aunt Agnes, Aunt Ada, how are you?

You have a good memory, that's clear.

Miss Brook? What are you doing here?

How do you know Miss Brook?

Oh, she's my teacher at Saint Mary's.

What?

I teach watercolors at Saint Mary's.

On Thursdays.

The day is immaterial.

Did you know you were teaching Dashiell's daughter?

How could she? We've only just met.

Yes.

We should go, but it's good to see you all.

Come and call on us.

So you and Mrs. Bauer would've been on opposite sides in the war of 1866?

Yes. I'm from Hanover, which fought with Austria

and Miss Weber is from Berlin, the capital of Prussia.

Why can't Europe be like America?

Because Europe is nothing like America.

I hope you don't mind my saying so

but you seem very young to be a lady's maid to Mrs. Russell.

I'm standing in until she finds a new one.

I'm Miss Gladys's maid.

Now she's out and enjoying the season

you must be dressing her in glamorous ball gowns every night.

Mrs. Russell keeps her daughter on a tight rein.

I suppose she's afraid of fortune hunters.

Of which there are plenty in New York.

Naming no names.

- They're back. - I'd better go.

Thank you for my coffee, Mrs. Bauer.

Right.

I hope we meet again.

I'd like that.

Saint Mary's is an old school, and very well-respected.

I don't care if it's where George Washington learned to read!

I teach nice young ladies to paint.

What could be more respectable?

If you thought so, then why did you keep it a secret?

Because I knew you'd be angry.

Ada, why didn't you stop her?

Me? What could I have done?

When did you find out about it?

This afternoon. Like you.

So your contempt for us both was at least consistent.

I don't have contempt for anyone.

And it doesn't seem to bother cousin Dashiell

that I teach at his daughter's school. Or Aurora.

They feel sorry for you. That's all.

You're wrong.

Not everyone is as cruel and mean spirited as you!

- Marian... - Is it cruel to mind it

when you stamp on our name and drag it in the mud!

Now, get out of my way!

I suppose you have to drop it now.

No, I won't.

I've given my word to the headmistress

and I'm not going to break it!

Then things may be uncomfortable.

So what?

I won't be put in a cage!

Is everything all right, Miss Ada?

Yes, Bannister.

Only I heard shouting, which is unusual in this house.

It was unusual, yes.

But every now and then

I wonder if it isn't good to shout a little and let off steam.

- You sent for me, ma'am. - I should be changing

but I need you to tell me that everything is taken care of.

Everything is taken care of, ma'am.

We did a dry run the night that you dined with Mrs. Cushing.

And the deliveries, the extra footmen, they've all arrived?

Madam, please go up and change. And leave this to me.

I am such a fool to have agreed to a souffle.

We'll have to keep making new batches at 10 minute intervals

then only serve them as they're wanted

and throw the rest away.

Mr. Watson, are you ready?

I think so. I may have decanted too much of the Claret

but better too much than too little.

Mr. Church, I'm doing a final check.

How nice you look.

I'd say that I fear it may harm you to be seen in that company

but I know you will only think me cruel and mean spirited.

Marian didn't mean what she said.

Really?

I spoke too harshly. I admit that.

Agnes is sorry too.

Aren't you?

Bannister will escort you across the street.

Miss Marian Brook.

Isn't she lovely?

Aurora, hello.

- Mr. Montgomery. - Miss Brook.

You never said you were coming to this.

He didn't know, but Charles was summoned to Washington

for a last-minute meeting tomorrow.

I asked Dashiell to take his place.

I must say the van Rhijn connection makes you all into quite a club.

Of which you are a member.

By marriage, not by blood.

Well, there's nothing wrong with that.

- Good evening, Miss Brook. - Mrs. Russell.

Gladys enjoyed her tea with you.

I'm sorry you couldn't come, but of course I quite understand.

Well, I've met your cousin now anyway.

Thank you for letting me bring him.

Nonsense. He saved me from finding another man at the last moment.

Charles was wretched.

He says you have the best French chef in New York.

Oh, that's funnier than you know.

Is this dinner in aid of the new opera house?

Why do you say that?

I thought it was for opera lovers in general

but I see Mr. Gilbert's here

and isn't he in charge of preaching the gospel of the Met?

I suppose that's true.

You do know I won't go against Mrs. Astor?

I know you think you won't.

But don't worry. We shan't fall out.

Mr. and Mrs. Robert McNeil.

- Mr. Russell, good evening. - Mr. McNeil.

Mrs. McNeil. How good of you to come.

My daughter, Gladys.

- How do you do? - How do you do?

- Gladys? - Oh, please excuse me.

I gather Mr. Gilbert's presence

means the dinner is to support the Metropolitan?

If so, count us in.

Has he written to your father yet?

It was only this afternoon.

What will you say when he does?

That depends. I want to get away from my mother, of course, but...

Do you really want to be Mrs. Oscar van Rhijn?

You do know that Mrs. Astor

would like the Metropolitan blown up from its foundations?

Don't worry. I have a plan.

And this evening, I simply want her to understand

the competition the Academy will face.

Here she is.

Mrs. Astor, thank you for coming. I'm delighted to see you.

You have guests I wasn't expecting.

You never said you'd invited the McNeils.

I'm afraid that they have spent a long time on our waiting list.

Much longer than you.

Several guests here have spent time on your list.

Have you combed the city for the disenchanted rich

who couldn't get a box at the Academy?

Mrs. Astor, the Academy Board may think

they can keep out the new people with impunity

but you're clever enough to know they're wrong.

While the Metropolitan would welcome the old guard if they want to come.

Why not take a box in both houses and see how it plays out?

Perhaps you do not value loyalty, I am different.

I should scold you, Mrs. Fish.

But I know that you're just playing with matches, as you like to do.

May I present Mr. Gilbert? Or do you know him?

I know of him.

He is in charge of grubbing up the cash for the new house.

Not flattering, but true.

I was hoping your presence here was a sign you were open to argument.

I am open to fetching my coat.

Where's Carrie?

Please don't.

We can't have a falling out and be a story in the morning papers.

If I stay, it will be under duress

and only to avoid a scandal.

I should be very grateful.

Oh, look. We're going in.

Mrs. Astor.

I must not delay our no-doubt excellent dinner

but as a parting treat, let me announce the singers

we can look forward to hearing in our first season.

Sofia Scalchi, Marcella Sembrich, Giuseppe Del Puente

Andrea Romano, Italo Campanini, Roberto Stagno

and of course, the great Christina Nilsson

who will perform on the opening night.

If any of you can sleep after hearing those names

then I hope you dream of music.

But Nilsson always performs at the Academy.

The Academy is her home in New York.

She can't be singing.

Well, she is.

And surely, even if they sell every seat in the house

they won't have enough money for that cast.

They won't expect to run at a profit for the first few years.

I don't understand.

What does that mean?

I'd guess it means they have plenty of money at their disposal.

But they can't plan to run at a loss.

That isn't fair.

Well, the audience will have the chance

to hear every major singer in the world.

Isn't that fair?

What are you doing?

Just thinking.

About Miss Weber?

What are you talking about?

You like her.

Are you making plans?

No.

But I won't be a footman all my life.

And what would you like to do?

I'm interested in a lot of things

but I'm not sure how to turn any of them into a living.

Perhaps Miss Weber could help.

I'm going inside. It's cold.

So you feel the Academy is finished?

It seems to me the Academy wants it every which way.

They refused to build more boxes

and they won't spend the money to secure the best singers.

But they don't want anyone else to do so either.

Mrs. McNeil, are you all right?

Flora?

What is it?

Nothing.

That is, I must have bitten my tongue.

Or something.

Or something?

I bit my tongue.

Mrs. Brown, would like to join...

Yes, Mrs. McNeil is also an admirer.

Aren't you, my dear?

Aren't I what?

An admirer of Roberto Stagno.

What?

The tenor.

You admire him.

I suppose I do, yes.

I hope it is not a disappointment

that we won't leave the gentlemen to their port.

Instead, would you like to join me in the hall?

Who was that? Why were you looking at him?

That man is my father.

Did you know he was a servant?

My mother said he had come down in the world

but I wasn't sure her account was honest.

How did you recognize him? After all this time?

He used to come to the house and watch me from across the street.

When at last I asked why, he told me.

What can we do?

Except hope it doesn't get out, I suppose.

Oh, I think we can do more than that.

Oh, my, how?

When was this all done?

During dinner. When do you think?

But that's impossible.

You know now that the new opera house

will open in October with a production of Gounod's Faust

and as you heard, we're lucky enough

that Miss Christina Nilsson will sing the part of Marguerite.

But we are perhaps even luckier than that this evening

because Miss Nilsson has traveled to New York

to give you a taste of things to come.

- Oh, God! - Oh, I can't believe!

I bid you welcome to Marguerite's garden.

I laugh at seeing myself As such a beauty in this mirror

I laugh at seeing myself As such a beauty in this mirror

Is that you, Margherita?

Is that really you? Answer me, answer me

Answer, answer, answer quickly

No, no, that's no longer your face

This face is the face Of the daughter of a king

This face is the face Of the daughter of a king

Not you anymore, not you anymore

It's the face of someone that people Will salute to as she walks by

I begin to grasp your plan

and you seem to have won the first battle.

I intend to win the war.

Now...

If he saw me so

Like such a young lady

He would find me to be so beautiful

Translator: IYUNO