All language subtitles for 04-Sense and Sensibility 1971.s01e04.Resolution

Come in.

Elinor.

You will think it most extraordinary
conduct on my part

to visit you like this
unaccompanied.

But I have a piece of news of such
particular importance to yourself

that I hope you will forgive me.

But of course.

Anything that brings... Please,

I will keep my visit as brief as
possible.

In short, I have just seen Colonel
Brandon,

who is so incensed
by your mother's treatment of you

that he wishes me to convey his
desire that

you should accept the living of
Delaford.

Colonel Brandon offers...me
a living?

But why?
For the reason I have just given.

He is a good-hearted man
and, like the rest of us,

greatly distressed
to hear of your disinheritance.

Oh.

Now I see it.

This is your doing.

You know you are too good to me.

No, no, you are quite mistaken.
Elinor...

I do assure you you owe it entirely
to your own merit.

I have not said one word upon the
subject

and am to act merely
as...go-between.

I was charged particularly to tell
you

that though the living is not a rich
one,

it is sufficient together with a
house...

..to make your marriage a
possibility.

The colonel wished me to make that
point perfectly clear.

I see.

Thank you. Now, having discharged my
obligation,

if you would excuse me.

Oh, don't go. I wish you every
happiness for the future.

Yourself and, of course,
Miss Steele.

If you are so bent upon leaving,
when...

..may I hope to see you again?

The likelihood of our meeting again
- at any rate, in the near future -

is not very great.

We leave London, all of us,
tomorrow.

We are to spend one night at the
Palmers' house,

Cleveland, on the way down,

and then the next day,

Marianne and I go alone to Barton
Cottage.

Barton Cottage.

Goodbye, Edward.

Elinor, I must say something.
Please!

You know, don't you,
what my feelings really are?

Don't say any more.
I said goodbye, Edward.

Oh.

Oh, what a journey!

Oh, well. Only ten more miles.

I warrant you girls will be
as glad to get out

and stretch your legs as I
shall.

SHE SNEEZES

Oh!

Bless you.

I have no doubt Charlotte is this
moment running back and forth,

ordering this and that for our
arrival.

I only hope her excitement will not
interfere

with the supply of nourishment
for the babe.

SNEEZING

Oh!

There. Oh, there it is!

Oh, doesn't it look splendid?

Oh, girls! Girls!

After I'd given him his feed he
slept

from Marlborough almost as far as
Bath.

Oh, he's a good boy. Isn't he a
good boy?

He's a fine, strong, manly boy.

BABY CRIES

Shall I take him, Mama?
Oh, indeed, sir.

He's perfectly happy with me,
ain't you?

# Ain't you ain't, sir? #

Marianne.
Very well.

Mrs Jennings, if you don't mind,
I think we'll go upstairs.

Yes, certainly, dear.
Oh! Mama!

Somebody help me.
She's fainted. Oh!

Oh! Oh.

There.

I knew she was unwell in the
carriage.

Did I not say that she was unwell?

Oh, she's contracted some horrible
disease on the journey, I know it!

Nurse! Nurse!

She has a high fever.
Oh, Mrs Jennings, what can we do?

Send for a physician, my dear,
as quickly as possible.

I'm afraid there can be no question

of your sister continuing her
journey

until the fever
has fully abated, none whatever.

How long might that be?

Well, that's very hard to say,
very hard to say.

The crisis may not be reached

for another 48 hours at least.
Crisis?

Yes, there's always a point of
crisis in these fever cases.

A putrid infection, my dear.

Oh, it's a purely medical term,
I assure you.

An infection?
Yes, dear.

Then I must take him away
immediately. Yes, I fear the worst.

Mr Palmer's sister will have to take
us in, however inconvenient.

Oh, the poor little fellow.

I must get him
out of the house immediately.

Nurse! Nurse!
Shh. Quietly, child.

Well, I'll send up a bottle of
physic.

You give her a draught
every four hours, night and day.

No heating foods, plenty of liquids.
I'll see her again tomorrow.

Thank you, Doctor.

Oh, thank you.
That one, only, need go upstairs.

Oh, Colonel,
thank goodness you've come.

I thought for a moment you'd be
too late.

Too late, madam? What's happened?

Poor Marianne. Oh...
Of course, I knew.

I knew as soon as we left
Marlborough that she was unwell

but I thought perhaps it was the
motion. Miss Marianne?

I've never in my life been so glad

to get to the end of a
journey in all my days. Never.

Am I to understand
that Miss Marianne is ill?

Ill? My dear Colonel,

she could scarce walk through
that door, she was so weak.

And if I had not been in time to
support her

she would have fallen,
senseless, to the ground.

Good God, this is terrible.
Poor child.

A putrid infection, the doctor says.
Over her whole body.

Never in the whole of his experience

has he known of anything so rapid.
Never.

The next 48 hours should tell the
end of it

one way or the other, that's what he
says.

This is deeply distressing,
deeply distressing.

Perhaps I should not encumber you
with my presence here.

No, don't leave me, I entreat you.
Oh, but...

I need the presence of another
calm, clear head such as yours.

Oh, Colonel, just think.

That poor child upstairs -

only this morning, laughing and
joking,

as merry as ever. And now...

SHE MUTTERS

Marianne...

You should read Cowper.

What is it? What do you want?

Nobody...can claim to have
a properly informed mind

who's not...read Cowper.

You must go to sleep, Marianne.

But she must not go
round...by London.

I shall...never see her again
if she goes to London!

Oh, Mrs Jennings,
thank goodness you've come.

Was there no letter, Mama?
Oh...poor thing, she's wandering.

She's dreadfully flushed.
Was there no letter?

There, there.

He promised he would write.
He promised.

He will, Marianne. Now go to sleep.
I know...he will not.

He will not. He will...not.

I think we'd better send for your
mother.

The colonel will go, I'm sure of it.

If he were to leave now, tonight...
What do you...

..she could be with us by this
time tomorrow, I'm sure of it.

I'll go and find him at once.
Thank you, Mrs Jennings.

My coat, man, my traveling
coat.

No, there's no time for that.
Give it to me.

On the road with you and drive like
the devil.

WIND HOWLING OUTSIDE

Goodness. Is it eight o'clock
already?

I'm a trifle early.

How has she been?

Peaceful. Quite peaceful.

Mrs Jennings, I hardly dare say it,

but I really begin to feel now
she may get better.

Elinor, my child, did you manage to
get any sleep?

Yes. Don't worry about me.

To think that in two hours' time,

Mother and Colonel Brandon may
be here.

If only this dreadful weather
doesn't delay them.

Now promise me you'll call me, mind,
the moment the carriage arrives.

But you may be asleep.
Never mind.

Promise.
Very well. I promise.

Mrs Jennings...

Oh...dear Mrs Jennings.

I hardly know how to thank you.
Oh, fiddlesticks, fiddlesticks.

I fear that at times one or other of
us

have treated you with rather less
respect than is your due.

Nonsense, my dear. Nonsense.

There's nothing I enjoy more than
the company of young people.

And you and your sister
could not have treated me

with greater sweetness and civility
if you had been my own daughters.

It's very generous of you
to say so, madam.

Call me, mind, the moment
the carriage arrives.

I will, I...promise.

WHISPERS: The carriage has arrived.

Willoughby.

Bear with me for five minutes.

No, sir. But I've driven all the way
from London.

From London?
Marianne...

I learned just now from the servant

who let me in that she is a little
better.

But is it true? Was it really true?

Oh, for God's sake tell me.

I mean, is she out of danger or is
she not?

Yes, we hope now that she is.

Then God be praised.

If I'd known as much a while back...

But since I'm here, can I ask you
just to spare me a few moments?

Miss Dashwood.

Very well.

You had better sit, had you not?
Oh, no thank you.

Then I will.

CLEARS THROAT

When I first became intimate
with your family...

..in those happy, far-off days,
I confess that I had no other object

than to pass my time in Devonshire
as agreeably as possible.

Your sister's lovely person
and interesting manners

could not but please me

though, to be honest,
I had at first no serious design

in returning her evident affection.

Mr Willoughby, it is hardly
worthwhile your telling me all this.

Please do not pain me further
in this manner.

No, please, I-I insist on
you hearing the whole of it.

Please.

Now, this was at the very beginning.

But very soon, even I...profligate
though I was, and am....

..found my heart truly moved
by your sister's sweetness.

Then you did, at one time,

genuinely believe yourself attracted
to her?

Is there a man on earth
who could have resisted her?

Certainly not I, Miss Dashwood.

No, the happiest hours of my life
were those that I spent with her...

..when I still considered my
intentions

honorable and my
feelings blameless.

Oh, I had determined
to engage her alone, too,

to justify the attentions
I had so invariably paid her.

But you didn't.

Alas, to what depths one can go
in self-deception.

It was about this time, you see,
that certain matters became public.

Certain matters, you understand,

resulting from a previous youthful
indiscretion.

Do I make myself clear?
You do.

Though how you have the effrontery
to speak of such matters

is almost beyond my comprehension.

Because I must be
absolutely frank with you!

But if you think for one moment,
Miss Dashwood, that I feel no shame,

then I can assure you
that you are quite wrong.

Go on.

Oh, God, that awful day
when I had to tell your sister

that I must return at once to London
will ever remain etched in my mind.

Your mother, as I remember,
rubbed salt in the wound

by her kindness
in asking me to come back.

But the situation was, by then,

such that there was no possibility
of returning.

Imagine my state of mind
on that long trip back to London.

Your sister's affections destroyed,
my inheritance gone

and all my affairs completely in
ruins.

Your situation was truly deplorable,
Mr Willoughby,

but hardly so desperate
as that of the poor creature

whose life you had so thoughtlessly
ruined.

Miss Dashwood, my conduct
was extremely wrong, I'll admit.

But in these matters, you know,

the fault is very seldom solely on
the one side.

You will do little to improve your
case, sir...

..by trying to share the blame,

however justly, with a poor young
woman

whose sufferings must be
so immeasurably greater

than your own.

This is not...worthy of you.

Strong words, Miss Dashwood.

But well merited, I fear.

And is this all?

No.

Indeed it is not all.

I have not confessed the worst of it
yet.

For, having reached the very
depths...

..I decided that the only way
of recovering my lost fortune...

..was through marriage.

Yes, I see the look upon your face.

Well...if it is of any comfort to
you, Miss Dashwood...

..I have been amply repaid for my
pains.

Amply.

Now, does that bring you
any satisfaction?

No, sir, it does not.

And then to come face-to-face
with your sister like that...

..as beautiful as an angel...

..holding her hand out to me
and asking me for an explanation...

..with those bewitching eyes
looking up into mine.

And Sophia on the other side,
as jealous as the very devil.

God, what a contemptible figure I
cut.

That was the last look
I ever had of Marianne.

And yet...

..when I thought of
her today...

..as really dying...

..it was a kind of comfort to me
to imagine that...

..I knew exactly how she would
appear

to those who saw her last in this
world.

She was ever there in my mind...

..before me, as I traveled.

And the letter, sir.

How, pray, do you explain that?
The letter?

Oh, y... Oh, yes, the letter.

Do you not admire my wife's style of
composition?

Your wife's?

Delicate, tender, truly feminine,
is it not?

But the hand was yours. Written at
her dictation, I'm ashamed to say.

You are very wrong, sir, to speak of
Mrs Willoughby in this way.

You had a choice.
It was not forced upon you.

Your wife has a claim
to your politeness, at least,

whatever her merits may or may
not be.

And to speak of her so slightingly

is no great atonement to poor
Marianne.

Once again, you're right.

I stand rebuked.

You are very harsh, are you not,
in your moral judgments?

Well, goodbye, Miss Dashwood.

I thank you for bearing with me for
so long.

You are not driving
straight back to London?

Oh, yes. Tell Mari...

Tell your sister from me...

..that she has never been dearer
or more precious to me

than she is at this very moment.

I will.

Thank you.

Goodbye, Miss Dashwood.

God bless you. Goodbye.

Is that Elinor?

Marianne.

Could I have a drink of water,
please?

Yes. Yes, of course.

Thank you.

Oh, Marianne,
I really believe you are better.

Better. Much better.

Oh, Mama! Is she?

Yes! Yes, she's much improved.
Oh, thank God!

Thank God.

Colonel Brandon,
I hardly know how to thank you.

Your sister's recovery is sufficient
reward, Miss Dashwood.

I truly believe this last hour
has been the worst of my life.

Come. We must leave them.

I only trust the joy of this reunion
will not prove too great a strain

for your sister, Miss Dashwood.
Do you think perhaps...

SHE SOBS

I'm sorry. How foolish.

It's the relief. All these
dreadful days

I've remained dry-eyed and now...

She's so dear, so very, very dear
to me. That I can well believe.

What a joy it is
to be able to read poetry again.

See how strong I'm growing, Elinor.

Already I can enjoy a little light
Cowper.

Very soon I shall be able to digest
even Pope and Dryden.

Marianne.

Now that you are so much stronger,

I feel I should tell you something.

Whilst you were at the height of
your fever I received a visit from...

From him? Yes.

Elinor...I hope you didn't speak
to him.

I hope you turned him from the door.

I had a mind to. But, Marianne,
his distress was so genuine

and his concern for you so deep
that I could not.

So... He did love you, and indeed
still does.

But his dread of poverty was such
that he married a rich wife

and now he is suffering for it.
Suffering.

Oh, he has acted abominably, I know.

He knows it himself
and freely admits as much.

But, Marianne,
there is something good in him.

Must be, that he should...feel
and speak the way he did.

I'm sorry. I should not have told
you.

But I had hoped
that the wound had healed.

Oh, I feel nothing.

I can assure you.
Nothing at all.

I'm afraid that is not true, sister.

No.

But I intend to put behind me

all the foolish affections of the
heart.

It's my resolve that nobody shall
ever hurt me again.

From now on, I shall devote my life

entirely to the pursuits of the
mind.

Is that quite understood, sister?

Yes, of course, sister.

Perfectly.

May I be permitted to ask after
the invalid this morning, madam?

I trust she passed a good night.

Oh, yes, she's gaining strength
daily, Colonel.

She needs but a little fresh air
and congenial company

to be quite herself again.

You think so? You really think so?
I'm delighted to hear it.

But visit her and see for yourself.
Why not?

Me, ma'am?
Yes. Why not?

But I hardly feel she'd be likely to
welcome

a visit from someone of
my...

Of course she would.
You're too modest.

She's just pining for
a little intelligent conversation.

Oh, but Madam, I feel...
Give her just a few moments.

Oh, she will be so pleased.

Very well, ma'am.

He's a thoroughly estimable man,
I grant you.

But, Mama,
what can we possibly talk about?

Apart from thanking him
for bringing you here.

His interests and mine are totally
unalike in every particular.

Nonsense, my love. The colonel
is much better informed

than you think.
He's just shy, that's all.

I know just what will happen.

He'll sit there looking so wretched

that I shall have to exhaust myself

in my efforts to keep the
conversation going,

simply out of pity for him.

There. Are you quite comfortable?

Oh, very well, Mama. If you insist.

May I have my mirror, please?
A mirror, my love?

Of course.

Oh.

Gracious heavens, what a sight.

You look very well, my dear.

A little pale, that's all.
That color suits you.

Please don't leave us together too
long, Mama. That's all I beg.

Very well. If you don't wish it.
KNOCK ON DOOR

Ah. Promise!

Ah, Colonel, come in. Come in.
You're her first visitor.

I feel myself greatly honored,
ma'am.

You don't think it will be too
much? No, no, no.

Assuredly not. It'll do her good.

I promise I'll not stay long enough
to fatigue her.

Marianne. Colonel Brandon.

Colonel Brandon, I must thank you
for your great kindness

in going to fetch my mother when you
did.

I'm sure we all feel greatly
indebted to you, don't we, Mama?

Please, Miss Marianne...
Yes, of course. We do indeed.

Well, now, I have some sewing
to do downstairs.

So I'll leave you two to have your
little talk together, shall I?

Please don't let me drive you away.
Oh, no. Please, Mama.

I'm sure poor Colonel Brandon

cannot possibly wish to remain
indoors on such a fine day.

Indeed, it will be no great
hardship, I can assure you.

Goodbye, then.
Goodbye, ma'am.

Goodbye, Mama.

Are you familiar with this part of
the countryside, Colonel Brandon?

Oh, yes. Yes.

Tolerably.

SHE SIGHS

Ah, there you are.

At last we are alone, my love.

I have scarcely had the opportunity
to say a word to you since I came.

Oh, Elinor, I'm so happy.

I know he loves her.

Who, Mama, loves whom?
Why, Colonel Brandon.

He told me so himself.

Well, not in so many words.

But he opened his whole heart to me
as we traveled.

Oh. Colonel Brandon
loves Marianne, you mean.

Oh, Elinor, you were never like me

or I should wonder at your
composure.

It came out quite unawares,
without design.

He just could not conceal his
distress.

And I suppose
thinking that mere friendship

would not justify such strong
feelings

made me acquainted with
his...

..tender, constant affection
for her.

He has loved her, Elinor,

ever since the first moment of
seeing her.

Indeed, Mama?

I'm sure his regard for her far
surpasses

anything that Willoughby ever felt.

Or professed to feel.
Oh.

Such a noble mind, such...openness,
such sincerity.

Nobody can be deceived in him.

Do you really think so, Mama?

I am quite sure of it, my love.

I'm convinced of it.

Oh, Mama.

But that's extraordinary.

I must make it my business to read
it again after what you say.

But I feel I should warn you that he
uses...

Well, certain words and
phrases

that might be offensive to a young
lady.

I hope you will not condemn me
for my recommendation.

Colonel Brandon,
you do me a grave injustice.

Strong or vigorous language
will never offend me

where its use is truly poetic
and for the...

..the purpose
of heightening the picturesque.

Whereas the same phrase in the mouth
of someone of low intelligence

and no sensibility
might well be utterly abhorrent.

My sentiments exactly,
and admirably phrased.

Well, now, my darling,
you mustn't get overtired.

I beg your pardon, ma'am.
Oh, no, no, no. Sit down. Sit down.

Wait a minute. John Donne, Andrew
Marvell...

..and, of course, Edmund Spenser.

Well, I confess this is all quite a
revelation to me, Colonel Brandon.

You have made me see
that up to this moment

my taste has been built on
far too narrow a foundation.

I was about to observe that you had
done exactly the same for myself.

I have to admit that "Cow-per" has
hitherto been almost unknown to me.

"Coo-per." Oh, "Coo-per".

Marianne, it really is time
you were back in bed.

Yes, I really must be going.

I fear I have fatigued her with
my thoughtless chatter.

I'm not in the very least fatigued,
thank you.

Come and see her again, Colonel,
if you'd be so kind.

Tomorrow morning, before we leave.
Oh, thank you, ma'am, I'd like to.

And thank you
for a most enjoyable conversation.

Oh, I hope we may continue it when
you come to Barton, Colonel Brandon.

Come along now. Back to bed.

You've been up and about
quite long enough.

There's a well-stocked library
in Barton Park

that nobody ever uses,
is there not, Mama?

Yes, I believe so.

Now wrap yourself up warmly,
my darling.

We don't want you catching cold
again.

If Sir John will give me permission,

I intend to use the period of my
convalescence

for the furtherance of my knowledge
and understanding.

But why do you look at me
like that, Mama? Is that so strange?

No more now.

Don't forget we have a long journey
ahead of us tomorrow.

Oh, Mrs Jennings, you've been so
good and so kind to me.

Take great care of yourself.

Yes. Oh, I shall miss you.

Oh, Mrs Jennings, I can never thank
you enough for all that you've done.

Ever. You know that.
Nonsense.

We have had some jolly times
together, have we not?

Oh...
Don't fuss, Mama.

Goodbye, Colonel Brandon.

We'll be seeing you very soon,
I'm sure.

Yes. Goodbye, Miss Dashwood.

Goodbye.

Goodbye!
Goodbye.

Goodbye!
Goodbye.

Happy journey!

Oh, such dear, sweet girls, eh,
Colonel?

I scarce know
how I shall endure without them.

And with you gone, too,

I shall be hard put to it for lively
conversation.

You're too kind, ma'am.

I must confess to you privately,
Colonel...

..that I do, above all things in
this life,

value the company of lively
and entertaining young people.

I think the prospect of being
deprived of it

for any length of
time...

..would assuredly...

Strange fellow.

Well...Charlotte will be back
tomorrow.

With the babe.

The house will soon be full again.

When the weather is better
and I have recovered my strength...

..we'll go for long walks together.

Yes, yes, of course.

We'll go to the farm at the edge of
the down...

..and see how the children are.

And try and trace
the foundations of the priory.

Yes.

I know the summer will pass happily
away.

I mean never to be later in rising
than six.

And from that time until dinner
I shall divide every moment

between music and reading.

I've determined to enter upon
a course of serious study.

And those books which I cannot find
at Barton Park

Colonel Brandon, I'm sure, will
supply.

Are you familiar with
the works of Spenser, sister?

Spenser? I thought you found him
too coarse.

Oh! No, no, no, no.
You misunderstand me.

Spenser, Donne, Marvell...

I mean to make myself thoroughly
conversant with all their works.

And as for music...

SHE BEGINS TO PLAY

I cannot play. My fingers are too
stiff.

Marianne...the hurt is still there
a little, is it not?

Everything...

..everything in this room
reminds me so acutely of him.

I feared that this homecoming
would be painful to you.

No, Elinor, you are wrong.

I do not intend to speak
of what my feelings once were

but of what they are now.

I have truly done with regret.

That's all over.

Or it would be...if I could feel
he was not always acting a part

when he spoke to me as he did,

not always deceiving me.

I am convinced that he was not,
sister.

And had you seen him as I did,
you would no longer doubt it.

SHE SIGHS

Then my mind is at rest.

I had looked forward to this
homecoming...

..with dread on that account.

But by facing these familiar objects,
with all their memories...

..I feel I am finally
exorcising his spirit from my mind.

Oh, Marianne, you don't know
how happy you make me.

There now, young ladies.

I expect that's what you're wanting.

Oh yes, Mary. Thank you.

Now, let me see.

What's new since you went away?

Oh. You've heard about poor Mr
Petty? No.

Oh, dear, he's gone.
Oh...

Still, that was only to be expected,
poor soul, wasn't it?

But who'd have thought
that Betty Weaver's Margaret

would have gone off
with that young Will...whatsisname?

Still, that was some time ago,
wasn't it?

Oh! I knew there was something.

You've heard that Mr Ferrars
is married?

What?!

Oh, yes.

'Twas Thomas brought the news,
look, from Exeter this morning.

How did he discover this, Mary?

Oh, he came face-to-face with her
Miss Lucy that was -

and she told him how she and Mr
Ferrars

was married not a week since.

But, dear, I made sure you'd have
known.

If you would excuse me.

Thank you, Mary. That'll do.

Thomas was most particular
that Miss Lucy said she was anxious

that Miss Elinor should be told.

Most particular.

I said thank you, Mary.

Oh. Very well, ma'am.

Just as you wish.

Poor Elinor.

If only I could lessen
the hurt.

Only time can do that.

As it did in your own case.

When do you expect the colonel
this morning?

He should be here at any moment now.

SHE PLAYS

Mr Edward Ferrars, ma'am.

Edward! I had no notion you...

I was in Devonshire, ma'am,
on a family...matter

and I could not pass
so close to Barton without...

Marianne, the sun is so bright
this morning,

I thought that you and the colonel
should go in the garden.

Elinor.

Edward was passing through
the neighborhood, my love,

and he was kind enough
to make it his business to call.

I'm very glad indeed that you did.

And is Mrs Ferrars with you?
No.

No, my...mother is still in London.

I did not mean your mother, sir.
I meant Mrs Edward Ferrars.

Why, I presume you mean
Mrs Robert. Lucy.

Mrs Robert?
You mean...

Lucy and my brother Robert
were married last week in Exeter.

Lucy and Robert?

Well, did you not know?

Well, that is the reason for
my...being in the neighborhood.

That and the hope that afterwards
I might have the pleasure

of seeing Barton once again.

Lucy...and Robert!

I can still scarcely believe it!

I did not realise
that you were unaware of the...

..changes that have recently taken
place in our family.

Whatever your news is, Edward,
you are always welcome here.

I am sure that you and Edward
would be happier in the garden.

Oh, yes, Mama. Edward, would you
care to come out into the sunshine?

I should like nothing in the world
better.

Lucy and Robert!

Mama, is that not wonderful?

How richly each deserves the other.

Who says now there's no such thing
as poetic justice, eh?

Marianne, that is the first unkind
thing I've heard you say for weeks.

I'm sure, my love, you are fully
recovered. I am, Mama.

COLONEL: Mary, I'll show myself in.

I shall have to occupy myself
upstairs

for the remainder of the morning.

Why?

Good morning, Colonel.
Good morning, ma'am.

I think I managed to execute all
your commissions, Miss Marianne.

Rasselas, Prince Of Abyssinia,
The Mysteries Of Udolpho,

Decline And Fall Of The Roman
Empire, volumes two and three.

We've had an unexpected visitor.

Oh, Elinor...

I have longed for this moment

from the instant of our first
meeting.

Dear, dear Elinor.

Would you...

..could you...possibly?

No, Edward. No!

But...why?

Well, the gravel is much too damp.

We had a shower early this morning.

There. If you must be so foolish,
take that.

LAUGHS: Oh, prudent, practical
Elinor.

How could anyone fail to love you?

Miss Marianne...

Dear Miss Marianne.

Yes, Colonel Brandon.

Marianne? Mama?

Did you call me, Elinor?

Oh, Mama, we are engaged to be
married.

Oh...how precious!

And, Mama...
Congratulations, Elinor.

Thank you, Colonel.
And to you, Edward.

And to you. Congratulations.
Oh, Marianne!

Congratulations!