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["Pomp and Circumstance"]

["Pomp and Circumstance"]

Would she be very terrible?

Yes, shocking and awful presence.

I'd go straight to bed if I would.

She told me I'd better.

She's an enormous, giant.

Just come.

Mini-dope you absurd.

I expect she has a very peaceful gaze.

How she would find huge, fierce eyebrows.

And bristling with stashes.

She must live through terrible times, poor lady, to write as she does.

Well, my dear, we can't know that.

I think sometimes that pole will knock in her room.

Hand at the end of the burning horse.

I like that but best.

What I like second best is where water suits on its horse.

I'm sure if you wait, you can tell all that to the author,

so tell them I do.

I'm sure she can't.

Now, Mini, remember what you promised half an hour and then bed.

But Annie is a young lady and has privileges.

Now, when you're grown to be a young lady.

If either of you wish to be called young ladies,

you'd better start moving among our guests.

We are neglecting them shamefully.

Dee Dee has come across the broadest shoes in the world.

Do you think Mrs Monegivson needs a rescue?

Perhaps.

I don't think she expected such companies as a colonel here.

Is she alright?

Well, did you invite?

Did she possibly have a pistol?

Do I know?

She was redone today.

Colonel, I'm so pleased to see you.

The Reverend Brookfield arrives here.

Yes, I'm sorry.

Where is he now?

He's in the study.

Thank you, Jim.

I think he'll be worth waiting for me.

Oh, perhaps.

She said it out.

James is here.

Oh, no, I thought perhaps that Brookfield.

We didn't expect you to tomorrow at the earliest.

Yes.

Just back in town.

Yes, to be told by the domestics that Jane dines would do tonight, is she here?

Of course she is, if I were.

I say, you couldn't have come in a better time.

You will never guess to whom we play host tonight.

Carobell.

Jane Airmen, Jane Eyre.

Triumph for the season before last.

Unprotected dovices, cruel employers, romantic larks and the wild moors.

And really, it's an extraordinary work.

I'm afraid my duty is unimportant, though.

They must seem.

Leave little time for novels nowadays.

I have never heard of Mr. Bell.

I'm sure I've never heard of half the fashionable gentleman who you number in your acquaintance of late.

For the brilliant ladies.

The odd thing is Mr. Bell is a lady.

Miss Bronte.

You shall meet her.

Brooks will lay an extra place for dinner.

Thank you now, I've simply came to fetch my wife.

Take it away.

You have no objections?

Just that she was so looking forward to this evening?

Oh, come please, dying with us.

Well, I'm hardly dressed for such a great occasion.

What is it, Mater?

It'll be fun.

You'll make us laugh.

I have wasted a great deal of my life making people laugh.

I intend to spend very little of what remains in that fashion.

Oh, I've been on the road for the past two weeks.

Up beyond Darby.

I assure you, I found nothing in the least romantic about the wild moors.

Yes.

How goes the inspect of it?

Problems?

The standard of instructions in some of the schools is appalling.

The Hawaiian one village, the fellow that...

Of course it is of no interest to you whatsoever.

You must forgive me.

I only got back to London an hour ago.

Came straight here from the house, didn't even pose to tidy myself, I'm afraid.

So I see.

Hmm?

There's a smudge here.

Oh, thank you.

I have the solution.

You shall stay here.

Nice and snug and the shetty.

And James will bring your plate of sandwiches.

Meanwhile, we will be devouring the fatted calf and Miss Bronte is on her.

And then as soon as is decently possible, James shall be at least to you.

How's that?

It's absurd.

Jane would never wish to have me sitting in here alone.

She doesn't know.

I didn't have a chance to mention your arrival to her.

Oh, come on, Brooks. It'll be fun.

I'll produce you out of my hat like a conjurer's rabbit.

It'll be marvellous for her.

First the Bronte.

And then hubby home, two whole days earlier than expected.

I don't wish to be crouching in your study for hours in muddy boots, I...

I'm a clergyman, Thackeray. Not one of your newspaper cronies.

It is exactly this kind of escapade that I must...

Oh, if you like.

It's such a farce.

And Jane must come soon. I'll not sit here alone all night.

Of course not, of course not.

And will feed you up in spite of yourself.

I'll speak to James now about the wittles.

What shall it be, Brooks?

Beef.

Yes, you always wear a great band for the beef.

And since you will not meet our best, you are condemned to read the novel.

Yes, I... Yes, sir.

We have to read more.

It isn't for money, boys. It's so exciting.

Oh, nothing. Just seeing James about the arrangements.

No sign of the lioness yet.

Children are terrified.

Well, it's true. She is a little formidable.

She was very severe with me this morning on the subject of my dreadful cynicism, something like that.

Or when something else about not respecting myself sufficiently, she frowned a lot at that point.

I think she nearly stamped her foot.

She is a little impertinent in this far.

The thing is, the woman's a hero worshiper.

She certainly shows taste in her chimes.

She don't like feet of clay. Happily, as it turns out, her hopes are not entirely painted by herself.

She worships someone greater by far. Can you guess who it is?

Mr Dickens.

Oh, far greater than Mr Dickens.

Wellington.

Oh, no. It's herself. She's an ecstasy.

This is over there, boy. I think she's quite safe there. You've not known her down.

The purple part is not going to come, I know it.

Gistavon Earth, runas over, Thackeray.

Like any peckish, come on.

I think...

I think Mr Thackeray is a shoe.

I shall die completely die.

Children, be sensible.

I'm not going to die.

Are you like in London, Miss Bronte?

Oh, well, her.

Yes.

And no.

British man.

A froggy word of rowing gold.

Hey, ho's and rowing.

A froggy word of rowing gold.

Well, that his mother would let him on over the hey-ho.

Ganon and speech, hey, ho's, there has to be rowing.

Backery!

Backery!

Your presence is positively required.

Where and by whom?

The whole crowd.

We're going to gorge ourselves on beef pie,

drown ourselves with ale.

Brookfield.

Oh, yes, and John Allen here.

I thought we might discuss our futures seriously.

If any.

And where better to do it?

Time like an ever rolling stream, et cetera.

Who else will be there?

Oh, you see, we are not enough.

Well, Harry Matthews will be there.

Tennyson.

And Hallem, dear Hallem, Hallem will have to be there.

He's promised to bring the spread.

Oh, hey, oh, no.

No, gentlemen.

We are not here just to make pigs of ourselves.

Oh, no.

John Allen here is right.

What?

Never.

Here we are, our last day ever at dear old trinity.

Tomorrow, we go forth into the wide world,

yet none of us has given thought to that morrow.

Gentlemen, where shall we be in 10 years time?

20 years?

40?

Gentlemen, where shall we be when we die?

I shall be in a brothel, I hope.

Matthews, I wish you wouldn't.

I'm so sorry, reverend.

I shall, in fact, die surrounded by my dear sweet sisters

and with my poor, sainted mother, leaning over me

to apply a last farewell kiss to my ashen brow.

What the devil they're all doing in a brothel, I cannot tell.

I'll be serious, gentlemen.

What's the point, Brooks?

Everyone knows what they'll be doing anyway.

I don't, Hallem.

Oh, factory doesn't have to do anything.

He's outrageously rich.

Aren't you, old boy?

All you East India swells are confoundingly well off.

What if Thackeray carries on the way he is?

I doubt it the entire treasures that the Orient will see him through.

There's a silly story going the rounds

that you lost 1,000 pounds at cards the other day.

400 guineas on a single hand.

Absolute nonsense, isn't it?

Yes.

Well, Thackeray is an exception.

Everyone else.

Scrimmishaw is going into the law.

Alan's for the church?

No.

And Tennyson.

Yes?

Oh, the laureate.

You've got to claim.

Declane, give us a poet.

No, I will not give you a poet.

Oh, do.

Something with a bit of in it.

Fair the well and if forever, still forever, fair the well.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Ben, what of a noblest room?

Oh, Brookfield.

Brookfield.

Come in me, William.

We can write great stuff together.

But I write terrible poetry.

You've seen my effort.

Yes.

Come with me anyway.

You can have my lesser works.

I'll write them.

You sign them.

You know, Brooks could make a damn good living abroad.

Where?

Well, Paris, say.

Paris is full of wealthy old ladies.

I'm sure they could be persuaded to part with a little of their loot.

For the privilege of discovering your final points.

No, John, don't let them go.

I want you especially to hear this.

No jokes now.

I haven't told anyone yet, but last vacation I did settle in my mind what my career should

be.

What?

I am taking holy orders.

No.

Is this true, Brookfield?

Yes.

I've been offered a curacy in Yorkshire near my home.

I'm to go there directly.

Is this matter settled, Brooks?

Yes.

Quite settled.

Well, there's the end of a joke.

I'm a jolly fellow.

I wish you'd talk to me about it first.

Well, it was for me to decide.

You can't see me as a parcel?

No.

You think I'm not good enough?

I think you're too good.

You won't be happy stuck in a little curates house in Yorkshire?

Oh, nonsense.

Besides, what is the alternative?

What else is there?

Well, I always thought we too.

I mean, when we'd finished here.

You got to London and then.

Exactly.

And what?

Well, try.

Try our fortunes.

I know in my case, but you, Brooks, with your wit and your abilities.

Oh, to be lingering in a curacy.

Oh, come now.

I shall forever be in a curates place.

And with my wit and abilities and the rest,

I shall rise, stack of ray.

I shall rise.

The master thought you might want this, sir.

You're sent to keep me drunk and I'm protesting in here.

Is that it, huh?

Sir?

Oh, nothing, huh?

Is it dinner we're gone yet, James?

Not yet, sir.

Mr. Smith and the lady have only just arrived.

Oh, and James?

Sir?

But was a joke.

What I said just now?

Quite so.

Mr. Milner Gibson is here, of course,

because she's a great admirer of yours.

The colonel, on the other hand, is here only because it's

Thursday's and Thursday's his day to dine with us

at Natur Colonel.

And Miss Bronte, Colonel True Love, late at the East India

Company, an old family friend.

I don't nonsense, Miss Bronte.

I was charmed to hear that you'd be joining us tonight,

but I do.

I do dine here on Thursday's pretty often.

He does.

Mr. Smith, I believe you know Colonel.

Smith has the extreme good fortune to publish both myself

and Miss Bronte.

I think I may be able to get hold of the colonel's memoirs

for you fascinating stuff.

Surprising particulars, hitherto suppressed,

concerning the Duke of Wellington's career in India.

Would be most interested to see them, Colonel True Love.

Hang it, all thank you, really.

I mentioned that.

Last Thursday for the sake of something to say,

matter of fact, I haven't put pen to paper yet.

How did I ever show?

Oh, oh.

There are a few tales I could tell if I wished.

Heavens.

And that, I think, completes our motley band.

Oh, I couldn't introduce you to my two daughters.

They'd be paralyzed with fright.

Does no one else worth introducing you to?

Oh, unless you'd care to inspect this youth.

Thomas True Love, the Colonel's son,

presently in great disgrace as a result of a little excapade

in Oxford last term.

And that's it, Tom?

No, I say Thackeray.

And now, Miss Bronte, I'm going to leave this rogue

in your hands for a moment.

You do not let him off lightly.

He stands in even more need of your correction than I do.

Back.

Thackeray's rather a blighter.

But his dinner's usually quite good.

I was just remarking that one of the pleasures

of coming to Mr. Thackeray's house

is the certainty that one will find Mrs. Brookfield in it.

She does have sent herself occasionally.

I'm sure even the Reverend Brookfield's Christian forbearance

would be strained if she did not.

He is well.

I believe so.

He is away at present.

His duties.

Yes.

But how fortunate you are in his frequent absences.

So many happy returns.

Every party gives a full taste of death.

Every coming together again, a full taste of the resurrection.

I do so envy your resurrection, my dear.

I gather we are now quite ready.

So Colonel, Mrs. Milner gives me a Miss Bronte,

if you would take my up.

Oh, I'm sorry I forgot.

Miss Bronte.

Before we dine, I'm afraid my daughter

has a small musical offering to make in your own.

Oh, oh, oh.

If you would be so kind.

Colonel, I am truly sorry.

Come on, Tom, play for your supper.

What do you mean, Minnie?

No.

Something jolly from theatre.

It's a good place.

If I remember the rehearsals correctly,

I think we may count to put a tradition there.

Miss Bronte, let me go.

How it starts.

Come on, Minnie, do your worst.

It's gonna tell where I was born.

There was a shimmy dwelling.

Fung, Minnie Land was over long.

Full of a bow, a bright island.

More living in merry nights of may.

When gin busts, they were swivel.

Have you heard about the fashionable new preachers

and James's piggytilly, my dear?

Fag.

It's piggy, Bob.

Fag.

Marvellous.

Well, I couldn't miss your London debut, could I?

Thank you.

Fag.

But it's someone I want you to meet.

Excellent sentiments, Mr. Brontefield.

Yes.

Thank you, Mar?

You'll be calling on us this evening.

If I may.

Come along, Jay.

Well, exquisite.

Now I know what you're doing in the pulpit,

all stern and righteous.

You're studying the form.

Miss Jane Elton and I are engaged to be married, Vachery.

Congratulations.

But she's a child.

Oh, she's young, yes, but she has a fine upright character

and she listens so well, he does a joy to teach her.

When is the event?

Well, soon, I hope.

Now that I am established, well, it's

true I was hoping for something a little more substantial

for my first London appointment.

Yes, I was sorry to hear about that.

John Allen told me.

He would.

But it is a living of sorts.

And it is London.

And I mean to marry Vachery.

What's the sense in waiting you didn't and you came to know harm,

did you?

No, indeed.

How is your wife?

Well, quite well, naturally so soon after confinement.

She's a little...

When Miss Elton and I are married,

we will pay tremendous visits on Vachery.

And you and your ladies will visit us in return.

We will be a domestic little force, shall we?

Very neighbourly.

My dear friend, I want you to promise me...

Half my kingdom, Miss Elton.

I want you to promise me that you will be as dear a friend

to my Jane as you have been to me.

Will you, Thaparly? Promise me that.

Well, you can.

It's thrilling, my dear, quite thrilling.

Now then, you remember what you promised?

Now then, come and say goodnight to Miss Bronte,

even though you were too impolite to say how do you do?

Goodnight, Miss.

Now that I think of last we really might have...

Before the Colonel runs a mile.

Whoa, no, Miss Bronte, you're not doing anything.

Where did you go?

I'll be on the second.

I'll be laughing at us, Miss Bronte.

No.

Oh.

LAUGHTER

No, no, no.

You've only had five of them.

We've done that.

And we've spent a few pictures with Rebinate oh,

it could be big gods are

contribute into more,

better than what they had done to feel worse.

No No I wouldn't do that any more.

Oh no.

Stillhard?

They're down, too, too.

attering about two weeks ago is continues.

Yes, mhmm.

straight away, after this enormous supper, the poor man was positively required to give a performance.

There are your poems, read.

Well, they were Americans, of course, and so one supposes accustomed by necessity to taking genius by course,

where and when they can. But really.

You would not, I think, respond with much gratification to such importanences, Miss Bronte,

if they were to be directed towards you.

Miss Bronte?

I beg your pardon.

Would you like some more dessert, Miss Bronte? I don't believe you've tried the meringues yet, James.

No, I thank you.

Personally, I have much patience with the literary people.

Limp poets and hysterical women, lot of nonsense.

Always accepting your good self, of course, Miss Bronte.

And our host, Zachary, always knew you had it in you.

Matter of fact, I was catching up on your latest at the club, under the other day.

Super.

Super?

Different?

You know, but quite superb.

Personally, I find it back there rather of the ordinary.

He does go on a bit, don't you think?

But he is an ego, sir.

Captain of our professionals.

Well, I just think he rather goes on a bit.

Well, in my view.

But vanity fair.

There was a book that is there.

There was a book, sir.

Yes.

You know the bit that always bode me over the most?

It's where that young fool watches him. He gets himself killed.

What a load.

Loved like a child and I read that bit, all was due.

It doesn't so much as death, you know.

But when you go on reading, everyone else, all the other people, they are getting older and older.

That boy young devil, he is always the same.

Stuck.

Where he is.

Finished.

Not much older than you and Tom here.

I had a friend once.

Dear dear friend.

Went down aboard in India for 40 years ago.

Boy, it was 22, 23 at the time, so was I.

Well, now I'm a silly old fool.

Yet he's always the same.

A boy.

With his life ahead of him.

Poor dick.

Never know what he might have become.

Perhaps it was for the best colonel.

Some men of talent Peter eyed at the end and a fence to themselves and a pain to everyone near them.

That perhaps they died at that time of promise.

Wouldn't have applied at dick, you know, that they could never have much promise in him to begin with.

Or steady enough fellow, but, uh, not much up to the end.

Hello.

Thank you, Jim.

There you go.

This isn't your first visit to London, Miss Bronte.

Oh, no.

I've been here on several occasions.

The last time was two years ago.

With my sister.

Yes, there was trouble with the publisher.

Wretched, man.

You know newbie.

Miss Fellow was advertising Miss Bronte's sister's books as being by the author of Jana.

Publishers all rogues, Miss Bronte.

Oh, this one is at any rate.

Miss Bronte has a sister who publishes as well.

Two sisters.

Oh, the devil.

Scribble, scribble, eh?

Oh, family at it.

Well, well.

Oh, Miss Bronte.

Oh, your sister's enjoying the sights of London with you, eh?

Where are they now, eh?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Well, well, why aren't they here, Thackeray?

We must always make room for the ladies, eh?

They are both dead now, sir.

I think I'll just subside.

I should.

At least they're beyond newbie's power to injure.

Their posthumous reputations are secure.

I fear that reputation will not be.

They, well, one of them at least, had great powers, I think.

But she was not given the time.

She was one who was taken while her promise was still green.

Ladies, shall we?

Mm-hmm.

Thank you, Colonel.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

Thank you, Miss.

Thank you.

Now, Miss Bronte, I've not been to allow you to stare from my side.

I have a thousand questions I want to ask.

Oh, a little one.

Oh, I think she might be a match for even Mrs. Milner Gibbs, sir.

She'll just sit there looking startled and Mrs. Milner G, you will gradually fade away.

Now, gentlemen, for the consummation of our feast, fine Havana leaf.

And if you say there is a better in London, well, I shall be angry.

No, no, no. Would you mind leaving out the cigars tonight, Thakri?

My lungs won't stand a smoky rum lately.

I'll tell you what, Thakri.

I, uh...

I suppose I shouldn't really mention this, but I heard a remarkable story at the club the other day.

Linking Miss Bronte's name with, and you won't credit it. Yours!

Yes, I didn't know the story only too well.

Utterly foolish.

Oh.

No, it's too ridiculous, really.

The whole business started because Miss Bronte decided to insert a rather silly and in cautious dedication to me in her book.

There we hardly knew each other mind.

And as you can see, she's not a woman likely to guess at the way some kind people would choose to view her innocent compliments.

They're completely ignorant of our London ways.

Comes from up there, you know.

Okay?

Yorkshire.

Another delightful ingredient in her brew is that there are details in the book.

Well, it deals with the husband of a mad woman, and as the world knows, my own wife, uh...

Yeah.

In fact, I blame Smithy of the whole wretched business.

Me?

Well, you published the woman. You might have advised her against that dedication.

Easy, I said, than done.

Well, I wouldn't relish sitting down and explaining to Miss Bronte the grounds of our prohibition.

I'd feel... well, rather disgustingly.

James?

Uh, sorry, Mr. Anderson. The boy said it was most urgent.

Oh.

He is waiting for an answer, sir.

Damn, it really is rather urgent.

Well, you run along and deal with it, eh?

We'll get on all right without you.

I'm very sorry.

Yeah, yeah.

Oh, that's my damn name.

Oh, thank God.

Um, please forgive me.

Oh, my bad.

You're being forgiven.

Ha!

Oh, my bad.

Yeah, it's not a bad place altogether, is it?

You think so?

Yeah, it is one of those places with hidden charms.

Ah.

There's some very interesting fungus growing on that wall over there.

You see how cleverly we hung the curtains.

Yeah, it is enough for our needs.

That's present.

Well, what we shall do if we grow any larger.

Give James a rose any larger.

Oh, don't worry, Jamie.

That could be a family man, aren't you?

Hmm?

William has told me about your distress.

Yes.

Yes, I have a pair of rising daughters.

And I assure you, you will need more room, certainly.

Also lots of patients.

And it does help if you're just a little deaf.

Who is looking after them now?

They're in Paris for the grandparents.

Poor mites.

Oh, the mother's nearby.

There is no hope for her.

Vachery isn't here to talk about all these gloomy things.

He's here for fun and beef.

No, it's all right.

I've placed in the care of a Dr. Putsin.

He's had some unexpected successes.

You are living entirely alone now.

Oh, he's all right.

He's got all his newspaper cronies.

Haven't you, Vachery?

Racketing fellows.

Oh, it's got some sport going on.

I do see many people during the course of the day.

But not so many in the evenings.

And at weekends?

Well, well, you must come to see us often, will you?

You mustn't become a great bear all alone in your cave.

I know men do that.

Now will you promise me, Mr. Thakre, you will come to see us.

Often?

I shall hold you to it, sir.

Please, Mum.

It's about the afters.

They said he ain't got no more yesterdays' tarts.

And is it all right?

Since over summer to days.

What?

What?

What?

Well...

Is it finished?

Very nearly.

I came to share your vigil.

Um...

I came to share your vigil.

Um...

I came to share your vigil.

I came to share your vigil.

I came to share your vigil.

Um...

No, no.

Mrs. Eridiculous, business.

You know, you really should have met our guest of honor books.

She really is an original woman.

I know.

I know.

I know.

I know.

I know.

I know.

I know.

I know.

I know.

I know.

I know.

I know.

I know.

I know.

I've been so young that I'm young that I'm a young woman.

You know.

I'm a young woman.

In her own way.

I think I have lost my taste for original women.

Some wretched, original women have been corresponding with my wife.

Do you know anything about this?

Yes.

They, um...

They write letters to each other and get pamphlets made up and...

Little shops as a whole pack of the Vixen.

I found this on my wife's dressing table on my return.

It's a fine thing for the wife of a clergyman to be reading, don't you think?

My god, Jane, I'd even have written it.

Come on, isn't it disgraceful?

It is rather foolish.

Well, the foolish, it's outrageous, speckery.

There are sentences here about a woman's position so indelicate and...

you can see here the way he talks about husbands.

He positively ridicules the office.

What sort of poison is that to have you lying about one's home?

It is a dagger thrust at my authority. You must see it, even you!

Oh!

But Jane, of all people,

he used to be so tender and modest and eager to learn what was good and obedient.

You must remember that she was very young when you first met her.

Now she's an adult.

She's become aware of her powers.

And this is the happier result?

It is inevitable that an emerging intellect will at first tease upon some such

plausible and exciting but very wrong ideas.

It's all quite a growing up, Brooks.

Well, I read this and I wish she'd stayed young forever.

It's part and parcel of it all.

Of all what, Brooks?

Everything. The blight that is upon us.

Jane's degeneracy.

You cannot say that in my opinion she is.

Oh, yes, we are in no danger of forgetting your high opinion of my wife.

Every post brings new assurances.

I have offered not to write to her if it offends you.

And put me in the position of forbidding him?

That would present me in a flattering light.

In whose eyes, Brooks?

In my own at any rate.

Why must you write to her?

It's all part of our friendship, an intellectual friendship.

Well, I didn't imagine it would be otherwise.

You've known each other for nearly ten years.

I don't remember your friendship was always of such intensity

that it required these daily tokens of devotion.

It has been of slow growth, certainly.

It's got mighty quick since your success.

Has it not? Such a coincidence.

I should be very sorry if that were the case.

I should be astonished if it were not.

Women are like that.

Brooks, Brooks.

I wonder if you're being fair to it altogether, old boy.

You know she fears your bad opinion very much.

I want no advice from you on how to treat my wife.

Your own record in that subject is no great recommendation

judging by results.

I forgot.

Sorry.

This marriage business is like dipping into a picture of snakes.

And I hope of finding an eel.

I stopped at Shiplake to see Tennyson wed.

He is one his lady and is as happy as a clown.

Neither of us found the eel.

I did.

You wouldn't do any different.

Neither would you.

Zachary.

I...

Sir.

Mrs. Brooks, you're always asking me out, yes sir.

I come at once.

Is everybody still here?

Mr. Smith, Miss Bronte, I'm just glad.

And Mrs. Mola Gibson.

I'll free the colonel, Mr. Trudel. I'm still taking wine.

Thank you, James.

I'll send it to you directly.

Desserting your guests, sir.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

I am desperately.

Where the furious?

At my proper home.

Oh, I don't think Mrs. Smith can afford to be furious with you.

As for Miss Bronte, I am sure anything is permitted to you in her house.

If you're more encounters like that, then she may be changing her mind.

Hang it, though. It was a glum evening.

She is a difficult lady.

It makes me glad I do not dine with genius very often.

Thank you, my dear.

William is here. Your husband and the study.

He's come back to us two whole days early and expected.

He won't fly away.

I had hoped to read something to you tonight.

I've been rallying Penn Dennis. He'll be better next month.

I would like to have heard your applause first.

I realize you can't stay now, but maybe tomorrow after the exhibition.

I cannot go to it now.

Why?

We've arranged that long ago. Why shouldn't you?

William will need me.

Need you?

They're not 24 hours of the day. Surely they're not his body slave.

Well, maybe on Tuesday, after Lady Stan lives, we'll come back here and now

read to you in full, throated magnificence until the small hour, shall we?

No, I cannot.

William has written to me.

Oh, I see.

There is the baby now.

Yes, yes, yes, of course.

I thought we'd sorted all this out last time.

So did I.

His reasons are?

Still the same, I think.

Some old, reverent, fuddy, daddy has been chiving him about us.

It might do, madair, if Mr Thackerley wasn't a writer, but writers are notorious for irregular hours,

late breakfasts and other immorrelities.

People seem to find it impossible to comprehend an intellectual friendship.

You do appear to have difficulty.

I was planning to tell you this tomorrow before his return.

I would have put it better.

Why did you receive the letter?

Some time ago, a few days.

You shouldn't have let me go on making arrangements for us.

Although I can see it had its humor aside, I would have been spared tonight's farce at least,

even though I know how much you wished to meet Mr Bronte.

I did not think the evening was so wretched.

Minnie sang most sweetly.

You really ought to provide her with an instructor.

Yes, I might do that.

Has anything in particular happened to upset William?

Indeed, the contrary, we have hoped, so repomotion shortly.

Ah, and he thinks I might stand in the way. Oh, poor Brooks.

He just feels we must both be, especially circumspect now.

Naturally, his superiors judge him by his wife's conduct as well.

Yes.

I just can't get used to seeing this as a house of ill fame.

God knows how they want to stand in the way of William's promotion.

We've been waiting long enough for him to be made out of bishop.

I don't think his sights are set so high as that anymore.

No.

But now he's been made a school's inspector.

He feels he's on the latter at last and so...

Yes.

Are you not to come to me at all?

I cannot think he means a total ban.

He has simply asked me to stop.

He calls it my literary guiding about.

Oh, there will be occasions. The children's birthday.

Minnes is in May and Anne is last week. We miss them both.

There will be many times when it will be suitable.

Don't you speak to him if only he can be made to see...

I will.

When I feel strong.

Very well then. We'll tip to about, shall we, until William sees fit to smile upon us again.

We'll pour everything into our letters and keep our spirits up.

Are they forbidden too?

Good God, the man is treating me like a rifel!

I'm sure no one could conceive of that.

No.

I don't want to say... We snappen each other like dogs. It's incredible.

His disappointment.

I'm sorry for his disappointments. I've been sorry for them for 20 years.

I don't see why we should all have to share in the wreck.

I must at any rate.

But the letters, there's no harm in them.

William has not been happy with them.

But, dammit, they weren't written for him.

If he must go through everyone like a detective, Jane, there is nothing improper in them.

Sometimes the sentiments are a little extravagant.

Refusions! Moments of exuberance!

Jane, I can make them as plain and uninspired as he could wish.

Now, what does he require? Tell me!

He told me once I ought never to write anything I would dislike to see blazed up on chairing cross.

I should like to see that.

Jane, I am as lonely as hell.

You are my lifeline.

Dear brother, it may only be for a little while.

And how long is that?

Everything for the husband had nothing left for me.

It is my duty.

I thought your ideas had become less conventional than that.

And he is so unhappy.

I would change places with him and instant.

Can he be everything to you?

I am not.

When you were a girl, it was easy, wasn't it?

Faith is fixed and cannot move.

She darkly feels him great and wise.

She dwells on him with faithful eyes.

I cannot understand. I love.

But now?

When grows up, when expectations change.

But one's behaviour stays the same.

How should it change?

Oh! I cannot understand you!

William will be wondering what has become of me.

Perhaps we could still write.

Sometimes.

The scoundrel.

I am sorry Colonel.

The business was certain.

We finished all your best.

Young Tom didn't stop there.

What do I say?

You should put that boy to some occupation.

I know I should think.

You will scarcely believe it.

I would love to have him around me.

I must say goodbye to Mrs. Brookfield.

I think she may have gone.

Oh, well then.

Annie! It mustn't be good.

I envy you.

But then of course, gal is always easier than boys.

Annie, buddy!

Annie!

I know.

Well, thank you for your hospitality.

Good night, Mr. Thakuri.

William?

You must come and see us one day.

Oh! It wasn't that Brookfield!

Dullest fellow in London.

Yes.

You know, Cambridge, we thought in the wittiest man in the university.

Oh, I dare say what?

Cause I was at the other place.

You know, different standards altogether.

Oh, that reminded me of that story.

Yeah, joke, you'll like it.

It seems there was this, um, uh,

there was this very small chap.

I mean, extraordinarily small.

A little short-ass fella.

So small, in fact, that his doctor could never be sure

whether he should be treating him for a sore throat

or for piles.

I said, delightful.

Yes, good night, Colonel.

Oh, good night, yeah.

Now then, Doc.

Thank you, James.

Good night, sir.

Yes, ma'am.

No.

Yeah.

No.

Go ahead.

No.

No.

No, no.

No.

Go ahead, Smain.

You'd go around and just go.

No.

No.

No.

Oh, I can't draw the landing.

Yes, there's almost going.

and tried to get into Mrs. Mrs. Carri's but they wouldn't have her.

What are you doing up here, silly girl?

Hey, we haven't done this for an age.

I thought you were about to turn into a young lady any minute now.

I love you and you love me.

Who does Pa Pa love?

I know who Pa loves.

Pa Pa loves Mrs. Brookfield.

Pa cannot love Mrs. Brookfield as she is married to Reverend Brookfield.

Pa Pa loves his two little women and always will unless they don't go to bed immediately.

Good night, Pa.

Good night, my dear.

Pa.

Yes, ma'am.

Do you think if we all went to see my mum?

No, my dear.

But perhaps the happy shock would make her wend again.

Happy shock.

That lady said enough shocks to last her a lifetime.

Good night, my dear.

Good night, Pa Pa.

Good night, Pa.

Good night, Pa.

Good night, Pa.