All language subtitles for Becoming.Jane.2007.PTV.WEB-DL.AAC.2.0.H.264-PiRaTeS

boundaries of propriety

vigorously.

She was pleased.

What is it? Jane.

Jane!

Oh,

dear. That girl needs a husband.

Who's good enough?

Nobody.

Blame you for that.

Being too much the model of perfection.

I've dared your bed for 32 years and
perfection is something I've not

encountered.

Yet.

Stop it, Mr. Austin.

It's Sunday.

The utmost of a woman's character is
expressed in the duties of daughter,

sister, and eventually wife and mother.

It is secured by soft attraction,
virtuous love, and quiet in the early

morning.

If a woman happens to have a particular
superiority, for example, a profound

mind, It is best kept a profound figure.

Humor is liked more.

But wit?

No. It is the most treacherous talent of
them all.

Now, George, oh, fellow, you know you
have to stay.

Jenny! George.

I told you.

Hurry along, Jane.

We'll be late.

What a lady she was. We must obey.

Lady Gresham, may I introduce my niece,
Comtesse de Fouide, and Mr. Fowle,

the fondreux's fiancée.

Comtesse?

Then you presume to be French?

By marriage.

Monsieur Lecomte is not here to pay his
respects.

A poor engagement, ma 'am.

Monsieur Lecomte was obliged to pay his
respects to Madame de Guillotine.

Oh.

I see your nephew is with us again.

Mr. Whitley.

Whitley is indispensable to my
happiness.

I do sit down.

Mr. Fowle and Cassandra are only
recently engaged.

When shall you marry?

Not for some time, Your Ladyship. Why
not?

I'm also engaged to go to the West
Indies with Lord Craven's expedition

the French as chaplain. What has Craven
offered you?

I have hopes of a parish on my return.

How much is it worth?

Enough to marry on, in a modest way.

Dr. Whitley.

Did you know the Bathing Stoke
Assembly's resumed?

Very soon, I believe.

Jane does enjoy a ball.

Wisley can't abide them.

Sir, a ball is an indispensable blessing
to the juvenile part of the

neighbourhood.

Everything agreeable in the way of
talking and sitting down together are

managed with the utmost decorum.

An amiable man could not object.

Then I find I'm converted.

It's played like a broodmare.

Mr. Weasley is a highly eligible young
gentleman.

You know our situation, Jane.

And he's Lady Gresham's favourite nephew
and heir. One day he shall inherit

this.

Excellent prospect.

His small fortune will not buy me.

What will buy you, cousin?

A day?

Social.

Doghouse. Dead.

But one must trust some sort of a
figure, even in the militia.

Especially when condemned to a
parsonage, my friend.

Yes.

Still, who is this sour -faced little
virgin?

Your pardon.

Mr.

Tom LaFroy, may I present Mr. John
Warren. Joining me in Hampshire, my

preparing us both for holy orders.

I understand.

Visited Hampshire, Mr. LaFroy.

Luckier.

Long visit, was it? Very long, Mr.
Warren. Almost three hours.

Oh, Mr. Austin, you're so carelessly
handsome.

A kiss, a kiss.

Oops. Hi.

So, Tom, where should we go? Vauxhall
Gardens? Been there.

Oh, hello. LaFroy.

There's a Tahitian love fest on it. I've
seen it.

Crockford? Crockford? Done that? Or did
it leave me?

What is a Tahitian love fest?

Of one pig is a crime, heinous to be
sure, but two pigs are...

Two pigs is a violent assault on the
very sanctity of private

property itself.

You and your kind are a canker on the
body social.

And cankers are cut.

Out.

Transportation for life.

Next.

Why are you here in London, sir?

To learn the law.

Which has no other end but what?

The preservation of the rights of
property. Against?

The mob.

Therefore, order is kept.

Because we have... Standing army.

Good manner, sir.

And prudence. Do you know that word?

Prudence? Yes.

Consider myself.

I was born rich, certainly, but I
remained rich by virtue of exceptional

conduct.

I have shown restraint.

Your mother, my sister, became poor
because she did not. She married my

because she loved him. Yes, and that's
why you have so many brothers and

back there in... Limerick.

If you hope, I say hope, if you aspire
to inherit my property,

you must prove yourself more worthy.

Well, what do we find?

We find dissipation wild enough to glut
the imaginings of a hottentot,

braggadocio, wild companions, gambling,
running around

St. James's like a neck -or -nothing
young blood of the fancy.

What kind of lawyer will that make?

Typical.

Humor.

Well, you're going to need that.

Because I'm teaching you a lesson.

I'm sending you to stay with your other
relations.

The Laphroids.

Uncle. They live in the country.

Deep in the country.

Jane?

Can you...

Thank you.

I think you two are quite the prettiest
sisters in England.

Mr. Fowle will be enchanted.

San Domingo is half a world away.

You'll forget me.

Impossible.

Look at the memory you're giving him
tonight.

Cassie, his heart will stop at the very
sight of you where he doesn't deserve to

live.

And yes, I am aware of the contradiction
embodied in that sentence.

Jane! Jane!

Have you heard?

My father's nephew is staying with us
from London. He is a brilliant young

lawyer. Lucy, please. With a reputation
for lateness.

Hard talk, George.

Hard talk. Father's ready.

Thank you, Jane. The family is always
moving in great ways and small.

Firstly, the small.

Henry is back from Oxford with his
degree.

Thank goodness.

And our friend John, my new student.

Then the great.

Cassandra, who is forsaking us for her
brother Edward and his family at the

coast.

Whilst Robert voyages to the West Indies
with Lord Craven's expedition.

And then, together, they can embark on
that most great and most serious journey

of life.

Miss Austin.

I understand you will be favouring us
with a reading?

Do, Jane.

Please, Jane.

Advice from a young lady on the
engagement of her beloved sister,

To a fowl.

His addresses were offered in a manner
violent enough to be flattering.

The boundaries of propriety were
vigorously assaulted, as was only right,

not quite breached, as was also right.

Nevertheless, she was...

May

I introduce my young nephew?

Mr. Thomas Lefroy.

Oh.

And he is more than welcome.

Join us, sir. Join us.

Green velvet coat.

Vastly fashionable.

You'll find this vastly amusing.

His addresses were... The boundaries of
propriety were

vigorously assaulted.

as was only right, but not quite
breached, as was also right.

was not pleased. Her face was refined,
her sentiments noble, her person lovely,

her figure elegant.

Good God, there's writing on both sides
of this page. Shh, dammit.

Yesterday I repelled Lord Graham and his
six million, which would have lasted me

on to twelve.

Both economies.

And a

sweet,

gentle, pleading, innocent, delicate,
sympathetic, loyal, untutored.

Adoring. Female heart.

The end.

Bravo, Jane!

Bravo.

Well, excessively charming, I thought.

Well, accomplished enough, perhaps.

But a metropolitan mind may be less
susceptible to extended juvenile self

-regard.

I was out.

Well,

thank you.

We are both very proud.

Be careful there, old fella.

Fine piece, Mr. LaTroy.

Handle the gun before I have you, Tom.

Tom.

Why not try a walk?

There's some very fine country around
about very fine

Miss? Miss?

Miss? Miss?

Miss? Miss?

Miss? Miss? Miss? Miss? Miss? Miss?
Miss? Miss?

Miss?

We have been introduced, have we not?

What value is there in an introduction
when you cannot even remember my name?

Indeed, you can barely stay awake in my
presence.

Madam. These scruples must seem very
provincial to a gentleman with such

elevated airs, but I do not devise these
rules. I am merely obliged to obey

them.

I have been told there is much to see
upon a walk, but...

All I've detected so far is a general
tendency to green above and brown below.

Yes, well, others have detected more.

It is celebrated there is even a book
about Selborne Wood. Oh.

A novel, perhaps.

Novels?

Being poor insipid things read by mere
women?

Even God forbid written by mere women. I
see. We are talking of your reading. As

if the writing of women did not display
the greatest powers of mind, knowledge

of human nature, the liveliest effusions
of wit and humor, and the best chosen

language imaginable.

Was I deficient in rapture? In
consciousness.

It was.

It was accomplished.

It was ironic.

And you're sure I've not offended you?

My

lords,

ladies and gentlemen, the Grand Vizier's
flight.

May I have the honour?

How kind of you.

Miss Houghton.

Oh, Mr Whistley.

May I have the pleasure of this next
dance?

Come.

Oh, it's so late. Oh,

thank you, Tom.

mortified.

I practiced, but it just won't stick.

Lovely pair they make.

Ah, sister.

What do you make of Mr. Lebrun? We are
honored by his presence.

You think?

He does.

It's preening, prancing Irish combine
street airs. Jane.

Well, I call it very high indeed,
refusing to dance when there are so few

gentlemen. Henry.

Jane. Foreign friends are disagreeable.
Where exactly in Ireland does he come

from, anyway?

Limerick, Miss Austin.

I would regard it as a mark of extreme
favour if you would stoop to honour me

with this next dance.

Being the first to dance with me, madam,
I feel it only fair to inform you that

you carry the standard for Hampshire
hospitality.

Ah.

Then your country reputation depends on
my report.

This, by the way, is called a country
dance after the French.

Contre -dance.

Not because it's exhibited at an uncouth
rural assembly.

With glutinous pies.

Exeggable Madeira.

And truly a lucky company.

You judge the company severely, madam.

I was describing what you would be
thinking.

Allow me to think for myself.

Give me leave to do the same, sir, and
come to a different conclusion.

Will you give so much to a woman? It
must depend upon the woman.

And what she thinks of me.

That you are... above being pleased.

And I think that you miss... What was
it?

Austin, Mr... Lefroy.

I think that you, Miss Austin, consider
yourself a cut above the company.

Me?

You, ma 'am.

Secretly.

Who is that gentleman, Jane? Was it
twice?

Twice would have been partial. Twice
would have been absolutely ridiculous.

Careful, Jane.

Lucy's right. Mr. LaFroy does have a
reputation.

Presumably as the most disagreeable,
insolent, arrogant, impudent,

insufferable, impertinent of men.

What is she trying to say?

On your toes, gentlemen, no singles.

I

never

feel more French than when I watch
cricket.

I begin to suspect you are flirting with
my brother, cousin.

Flirting is a woman's trade.

One must keep in practice.

We're depending on you.

Oh, Mr. Warren.

John Warren!

Good luck, Mr. Warren.

Run,

Warren, run!

Run! What?

Thank you, Warren. On your way.

Same again, Tom.

Well done, Mr. Warren.

That ball.

I hope you're not too disappointed with
Austin.

Four more to win, we'll see.

Who's next? Come on!

She can't. She can't. Don't do that.
What on earth are you going to do?

She can.

Play this game before I collect no
choices. She's raised by brothers time

swimmer Now

I'm

a decent bit of river over the hill

Not this time, huh?

Lefroy. They're not...

No, Lucy, I'm not.

Be slotted.

Natural enough at 15.

Love and sense are enemies at any age.

Mrs. Lafroy, may I explore your library?

Of course.

Lucy would marry him tomorrow.

And what a terrible husband he would
make. I suppose you mean his reputation.

Experience can recommend a man.

Miss Austin.

Oh, Mr. Lefroy.

And reading.

Yes.

I've been looking through your book of
the wood, Mr. White, Natural History.

Oh.

How do you like it? I cannot get on. It
is too disturbing.

Disturbing? Take this observation.

Swift on a fine morning in May.

Flying this way, that way.

sailing around at a great height
perfectly happily.

Then, then, one leaps onto the back of
another, grasps tightly,

and forgetting to fly, they both think
down and down in a great dying fall,

fathom after fathom until the female
utters,

The female utters a loud, piercing cry
of

ecstasy.

Is this conduct commonplace in the
natural history of Hampshire?

Your ignorance is understandable, since
you lack...

What shall we call it?

The history.

Propriety commands me to ignorance.

Condemns you to it. And your writing to
the status of female accomplishment.

If you wish to practice the art of
fiction, to be the equal of a masculine

author, experience is vital.

See?

And, uh, what, uh...

qualifies you to offer this advice.

I know more of the world.

A great deal more, I gather.

Enough to know that your horizons must
be... widened.

By an extraordinary young man.

By a very dangerous young man.

One who has no doubt infected the hearts
of many a young... young woman with

this oft -corrupt... Read this.

And you will understand.

When the philosopher heard that the
fortress of virtue had already been

he began to give a large scope to his
desire. His appetite was not of that

squeamish kind which cannot feed on a
dainty... I never has tasted it.

You're not tasting this, dainty.

What, death?

had her face much appearance and beauty,
but her clothes, being torn from all

the upper part of her body, her breasts,
which were well -formed and extremely

white, attracted the eyes of her
deliverer, and for a few moments they

silent and gazing at each other.

I have read your book.

I have read your book, and it's
approved.

Of course you do.

But of what?

The theme?

Characters? The prose?

No. All good.

The morality?

Lord. Well, of course it is.

But why?

Vice leads to difficulty.

Virtue to reward.

Bad characters come to bad ends.
Exactly. But in life, bad characters

thrive. Take yourself.

And a novel must show how the world
truly is.

How characters genuinely think. How
events actually occur. A novel should

somehow reveal the true source of our
actions.

What are my heroes feeling?

It seems to me, sir, that your hero's
very vigorous feelings caused him and

everyone connected with him a great deal
of trouble.

If the book has trouble, dear.

Oh, but an author must know trouble.

What sort of trouble?

Authors of trouble.

Monster's a good idea, Tim.

Yes, Miss Hoffman, not exactly your
usual society, I'd say.

Show a little imagination, Mr. McCoy.

Do you know what you envy it?

When I have the intense pleasure of
observing it so closely.

Now, there's a fool to go do it with a
professional.

Do you know about this, of course?

Of course.

Yes, partly fashionable pastime in
London.

You stand up to take it.

low water with me.

I'm afraid I'm short, sir. Take it.

How embarrassing.

Mr. Lafroy. Mr. Lafroy.

Mr. Lafroy.

You're efficient and proprietary.

Why did you do that?

I can't waste all those expensive boxing
lessons.

Forgive me if I suspect in your sense of
justice.

I am a lawyer.

Justice plays no part in the law.

Is that what you believe?

I believe that I must.

I beg your leave.

The heart is stirred.

It's a summer school.

Mr. Lafroy will soon be gone.

And Mr. Weasley will still be waiting.

I hope.

The man's a booby. Oh, he will grow out
of that. And she could fix him with very

little trouble.

You could persuade her.

To sacrifice her happiness.

Jane should have not the men who offered
the birthright, but the men she wants.

Oh, Mr. Austin.

Must we have this conversation day in
and day out?

So kind of you to return the call.

Will you take a dish of tea, ma 'am?

Green tea.

Brown, Your Ladyship.

Then no.

Where is your youngest daughter?

She's visiting the poor, ma 'am.

At last!

Lady Gresham and Mr. Wesley have come to
call.

Ma 'am? Sir?

Well, perhaps... perhaps the young
people would like to take a walk? I see

there's a pretty little wilderness at
the side of the house.

Jane?

What is she doing?

Writing.

Can anything be done about it?

Miss Washington, you may know that I
have known you

for some considerable time during my
visits to Steventon. The garden is...

So affecting in this season.

Indeed.

The impression you have given me has
always been... Bowers, particularly.

What I'm trying to say is that I... I
have a respectable property of 2 ,000 a

year, in addition to even greater
expectations as Lady Gresham's heir, to

it may be indelicate to refer.

Oh, indelicate, um, yes.

It's yours.

If we marry, all of it, yours.

Your offer is most sincere, I can see,
and gentlemanlike, and it honors me,

truly.

But... But for all you are, and all you
offer, I...

Sometimes affection is the shy flower
that takes time to blossom.

Lying to tradesmen.

Mending, scratching, scraping.

Endlessly, endlessly making do. I
understand that our circumstances are

difficult, ma 'am. There is no money for
you. Surely something could be done.

What we can do? put by must go to your
brothers. You will have nothing unless

you marry. Well, then I will have
nothing, for I will not marry without

affection, like my mother. And now I
have to dig my own damn potatoes!

Would you rather be a poor old maid?

Ridiculous, despised, the butt of jokes?

the legitimate sport of any village lout
with a stone and an impudent tongue.

Affection is desirable.

Money is absolutely indescribable.

I live by my...

You're what?

I could live by my pen.

Let's knock that notion on the head once
and for all. What's this?

Trouble?

Amongst my women?

Come.

Take hands, and there's an end.

Where are you going?

Me? To feed the pigs, Mom.

It could give you a splendid home.

A comfortable life.

Father.

Consider.

Is it likely to be your bed, daughter?

Wesley.

It is true, so far he is not impressed.
A booby.

He should grow out of that.

Nothing destroys spirit like poverty.

I saw Queen Marie Antoinette wear
something the same as a ball once.

Am I making a show?

I am, I know.

What trouble we take to make them like
us when we like them.

Henry?

Liza, my father is much younger than
you. And poorer.

He knows that I care for him sincerely.

I know that he is handsome. And a
handsome young man must have something

on as well as a plane. You encourage him
to take you for money.

Men do.

That does not make it honourable. Well,
I'm a sensible woman.

Thank God I am not by your description.

If you were, you might have ascertained
that your Irish friend has no money, not

a penny, and could not be expected to
marry without it.

Consider that at the ball tonight.

In any event, he'll be gone tomorrow
back to Bond Street where he can do no

harm.

Yes. Thank you.

Thank you.

Jane Austen.

Pleasure.

We're very honoured to be here.

You dance with passion.

No sensible woman would demonstrate
passion if her parents were to attract a

husband.

As opposed to a lover?

Best easy, Mr. Lafroy.

I had no expectation on either count.

I did not mean to offend. Oh, no. Oh,
no, of course not. Excuse me.

It's a civil war.

Pardon me.

Ah, my toasting. Excuse me.

My father is pressing for an early
ordination.

Well, my own inclination is to the
scarlet of a captaincy in his majesty's

regulars. But I do not have the money to
purchase one.

I do.

Well, that, of course, is impossible.

Oh, Henry, do not disguise yourself not
to me.

Scarlet.

Suits you very well.

Miss Orton!

There you are.

Miss Orton, I cannot believe I am
obliged to have this conversation.

Your lady.

Miss Wisley's mother, my own dear
sister.

Dai Jiang, I have no children of my own.

I hope you never come to understand the
pain of that condition.

Let us simply say, my nephew's wishes
are close to my heart,

however extraordinary they may be.

Well, your health seems robust.

You have the usual accomplishments.

Your person is agreeable.

But when a young woman such as yourself
receives the addresses from a gentleman

such as my nephew, it is her duty to
accept at once.

But what do we find?

Independent thought?

Exactly.

My nephew...

Miss Austen condescends far indeed in
offering to the daughter of an obscure

and impecunious clergyman.

Impecunious?

Your ladyship is mistaken.

I am never mistaken.

Your father is in grave financial
difficulties.

But all is not lost.

He has a daughter upon whom fortune has
smiled.

Mr. Whitley is a good opportunity for
Jane.

She should accept him at once.

Do... not you think?

Lucy? What? Mother!

I have learned of Mr. Weasley's marriage
proposal.

My congratulations.

Is there an alternative for a well
-educated young woman of small fortune?

How can you have him, even with his
thousands and his houses? How can you of

people dispose of yourself without
affection?

How can I dispose of myself with it?

You are leaving tomorrow.

Did I do that well? Very.

Very well.

I want to... Just wants to do well.

I have no money.

No property. I am entirely dependent
upon that bizarre old lunatic, my uncle.

cannot get off a marriage.

But you must know what I feel.

Jen, I am yours.

I am yours.

I am yours, heart and soul.

How much good that is.

Let me decide that.

What will we do?

I won't be bothered.

My dearest Cassandra, my heart is
ringing.

Doubts and deliberations are ended.

Soon I shall escape the attentions of
that great lady and a scintillating

nephew.

Eliza, Henry, and I will join you at the
coast, but we are obliged to break our

journey in London.

Tom has cleverly secured an invitation
to stay with his uncle, the judge. Let

hope we can convince him of my
eligibility.

Please destroy the...

graceful at the moment you have
recovered from your astonishment, yours

affectionately and in haste. Jane.

Come, our guest will arrive.

Decorum.

Come, Tess.

Sir.

Welcome.

Madame la Comtesse. Madame la Comtesse.

Seldom, too seldom, my house receives
the presence of nobility.

And, of course, its friends, please.

Your stay is short. There's not a moment
to lose.

My nephew has devised a plan of
metropolitan amusement.

Pleasure is, as you would say, Madame,
his fourth day.

Which battle was it, Tom?

Ah, Vieux -en -Couchet. Very good.

Thousands slain, serve those Frenchies
out.

Oh, saving your presence, ma 'am.

Be not afraid of abusing the Jacobins on
my account, judge.

They guillotine my husband.

Oh, savagery's beans.

And his property?

Confiscated. A disaster.

Of course, by then, much of my wealth
was portable, so...

Yes, portable property is happiness in a
pocketbook.

Do I detect you in irony?

It is my considered opinion that irony
is insult with a smiling face.

Indeed.

Wow.

No?

An irony is the bringing together of
contradictory truths to make out of the

contradiction a new truth with a laugh
or a smile.

And I confess that a truth must come
with one or the other, or I count it as

false and a denial of the very nature of
humanity itself.

My cousin is a writer.

Of what?

Jane?

No, both.

A young woman of family?

Yes, uncle.

And tomorrow we go and visit another.

Mrs. Radcliffe.

Keeps herself to herself, oh, Mr.
Recluse, but I know her husband through

law. Who?

The authors, Mrs. Radcliffe.

Writing is her profession.

Her what?

500 pounds, uncle, for the last novel,
Mysteries of Adolfo, and 800, I believe,

for her next.

Italian. Above 1 ,000 pounds?

The times, the times.

You live so quietly.

And yet your novels are filled with
romance, danger, terror.

Everything my life is not.

Apparently.

Of what do you wish to write?

Of the heart.

Do you know it?

Not all of it.

Time you will.

Even if that fails, that's what the
imagination's for.

Your imagination has brought you
independence.

To cost?

To myself and to my husband.

Poor William.

To have a wife who has a mind is
considered not quite proper.

To have a wife with a literary
reputation.

It must be possible.

You live with both wife and author.

Oh, I think so.

They're never easy.

What preserve me?

You.

Me how?

This life with you.

Yes.

Freud.

The judge.

The man's like a man.

He will be generous.

I'm sure of it.

You'll speak with him?

Tomorrow, I promise. I really must. Good
night.

Good night.

Miss Austin?

Good night.

You know, I think my mother is right.

A husband and a son are the better.

Mr. Wickham was the happy man who will
tune almost every female eye. But he is,

beyond all comparison, the most
agreeable man.

Harsh,

prejudiced, absurd.

Watch for the first appearance of the
temporary.

The spirits are in a high flutter.

The happiness which this reply produces.
It will not do.

My feelings will not be repressed.

Morning, sir.

Good morning.

Has the world turned topsy?

Sir?

I trust the Countess is enjoying her
visit.

I gather she is, sir. Fine woman, very
fine woman.

Indeed.

I'd hoped to discuss a certain matter.
Your allowance is beyond negotiation.

Now that you have had the opportunity to
become acquainted with Miss Austen

yourself, I am sure you will find, as I
do, that she is a remarkable young

woman.

This is an outrage.

If you will allow me to speak, sir. I
have no need.

This letter makes it absolutely clear.

Letter? Now I know what you were asked
down in Hampshire.

It is from Stevenson. Is it true?

That you have practiced upon me with
this shit? I wished you to know the

lady. I wished to introduce her to your
affections discreetly. Aye.

Blind me with the rich widow and then
insinuate that penniless little husband

-hunter. Moderation, sir. I beg that
ironical little author. I wished you to

know her for yourself.

I was certain her merit would speak for
her.

Consider, sir, my happiness is in your
hands. Happiness?

Dammit, nephew, I had rather you were a
whoremongering blackguard with a chance

of reform than a lovesick whelp sunk in
a bad marriage.

My uncle has refused to give his
consent.

The letter has done its work.

Who sent it?

Lady Gresham.

Or her nephew.

They think that they can do what they
like with us, but I will not accept

We have no choice.

Of course we do.

Depend entirely upon...

Upon

your uncle.

And I depend on you.

So what will you do?

I have a duty to my family, Jane. I must
think of them as well as... Tom.

Is that all you have to say to me?

Goodbye, Mr. Floyd.

The sentence of this court is that you
be taken to the place whence you came

thence to a place of execution and that
you be there hanged by the neck until

you are dead.

May the Lord have mercy on you.

Next.

He has behaved so ill to you, Jane.

Perhaps soon we can return home to
Seventon.

Miss Henry needs a prophet.

He has arrived in San Domingo at last.

Yes. You have to toast from one member
of the profession to another.

I'm sorry to have been so disobliging,
Paul.

So,

the

infamous Mrs. Radcliffe.

Was she really as gothic as her novels?

Not an external spark.

Her analyze... Okay, it feels quite
picturesque, I suspect.

True of a soul.

What is it?

He died very soon after landing in San
Domingo.

Thank God he was hardly there.

What was the disease?

A yellow fever.

Lord Craven, he wrote.

He said that if he had known he was
engaged to be married, he would never

taken it.

Jane.

There's something else.

Mr. LaFroy.

Tom.

What?

I would keep this from you, if I could.

He's here visiting Mrs. LaFroy, and I...
He is engaged.

Let her.

No.

It is

the tale of a young woman.

Two young women.

Better than the circumstances.

So many are.

And two young gentlemen who receive much
better than their deserts. that the

very many do.

How does the story begin?

Badly. And then?

Gets worse.

With, I hope, some humour.

They both make triumph and happy
endings.

Pretty marriages.

Incandescent marriages.

To very rich men.

You

lost me.

I am ready to give you an answer.

But there is one matter to be settled.

I cannot make you out, Mr. Whistley.

At times you were the most gentleman
-like man I know, and yet you would...

What a sad word.

And yet you write to yourself, most
telling me to great effect.

I'm speaking, of course, of your letter.

What letter?

To your aunt, the correspondent, on your
behalf.

What letter?

One way or another, passion makes fools
of us all.

I hope in time, passion may regain your
better opinion.

The emotion is absurd.

I consider the sector to whom it is
often directed insatiable from folly.

I thank you for the honour of your
proposal. I accept.

Good day.

George, George.

Mr. Wesley, please.

He's an honorable man.

You will always have a place with me.

Miss Austin.

Mr. Lefroy.

Sir.

I believe I must congratulate you, Mr.
Lefroy.

You come to visit an old friend at such
a time. How considerate.

I have come to offer an explanation.

Relatedly, for my conduct, I cannot
think how to describe it.

Tell me about your lady, Mr. Lefroy.

From where did she come?

She's from County Waxford.

Your own country.

Excellent.

What was it that won her?

Your manner, smiles and pleasing
address.

No.

No, not at all.

No, had I...

really experienced that emotion, I
should at present detest the very sight

him. And if you are mistaken, I am even
impartial towards the gloriously endowed

Miss Wexford. I cannot do this.

So you would marry Wesley?

If there is a threat of truth or justice
inside of you, you cannot marry him.

Oh, no, Mr. Lefroy. Justice by your own
admission. You know little of truth,

even less.

Jane, I have tried.

I have tried, and I cannot live this
lie.

Can you?

Jane, can you?

What value will there be in life if we
are not together?

Run away with me.

An elopement?

That is exactly what I propose.

We'll post to London.

By Friday, be in Scotland, and man and
wife.

Please. Everything?

Everything.

It is the only way we can be together.

You lose everything.

A lifetime of drudgery and I've hidden
it.

A child every year, no means to lighten
the load.

How will you write, Jane?

I do not know.

But happiness is within my grasp and I
cannot help myself.

There's no sense in this.

If you could have your Robert back, even
like this, would you do it?

Wait. Here.

Take these, and I'll go over quickly.

Come, if we hurry we can still make the
morning coach.

You are sure?

You do London Booth. Settle it fast for
us. Yes?

What you want, sir?

Hampshire, your home county.

It was.

Stuck. Everybody out, ladies and
gentlemen, please.

No, let me. Let me. I shall require you,
gentlemen, to give me a hand, put your

shoulders into it.

Now, sir, if you could push on the coach
itself.

Excuse me, sir, young gentleman.

Yes, yes. And you on the other side,
sir. Thank you.

Young gentleman, please, come along.

All right. Mind helping us? Thank you.

Right, all together now, then.

Sirs, please.

One, two, and a three, a four.

Dear Tom, how timely was the arrival of
the money you sent?

It was so very much appreciated by your

father and I.

You're so kind to show your uncle's
allowance.

Indeed, I do not dare think how we would
survive without him.

Thank you, sirs.

All right, ladies and gentlemen, back on
the coach as soon as you can. Thank

you.

We're ready.

Worried?

No.

Is it the luck of your reputation?

No.

I don't see people.

I do not.

Changing horses, 20 minutes normally.

House of Office at the back of the ear.

All down, quick as you like.

How many brothers and sisters do you
have in the Mercatel?

Enough.

Why?

What are the names of your brothers and
sisters?

They... On whom do they depend?

Your reputation is destroyed.

My past legacy is a beautiful sham.

I can earn money.

There will not be enough.

I will rise.

But I can't judge your enemy.

Depending on his wife.

God knows how many mouths... I'm
depending on you.

My sweet, sweet friend, you will think,
and we will all think with you. I will

be. Hunter Foyer!

Hunter Foyer's leaving in five minutes!

No.

No, Jane.

I will never give you up.

Tom.

Do you love me?

Yes.

But if our love destroys your family, it
will destroy itself.

Yet, in a long, slow degradation of
guilt and regret and blame.

That is nonsense.

to the force which you had no love to.

The typical bloody runaway willow, won't
I?

Miss?

Miss?

Hello? Hello?

Where's everyone?

Looking for you. Looking everywhere.

Thank you, Jenny.

Mr Warren.

Your family tried to keep the matter
from the servants, but... Where's that

black -eyed Lefroy?

My God, if Henry finds him, he'll kill
him.

He won't find him.

Because you won't kill him.

There's no need.

What... happened?

Nothing happened.

Jane, I may have less personal charm
than Lefroy.

Superficial charm to some eyes.

To others, it is mere affectation, but
I... I have no hopes. Hopes?

You cannot begin to imagine.

Thank you for the great honour of your
offer.

There are no other women in Hampshire!

It was you who wrote the judge.

You must consider how much I've always
loved you.

Yes!

Well, you came back to us.

Leave it.

Mr. Austin, I must inform you that I
shall not attend service today, not in

presence of this young woman. Indeed.

If I must be plainly... Aunt.

I believe your youngest daughter has
been on a journey.

Your ladyship considers travel a crime.

Unsanctioned travel.

Furthermore... Be aware that my nephew
has withdrawn his addresses to someone

without family, fortune, importance, and
fatally tainted by

suspicion. Oh, she has family, madam.
Indeed she has.

Importance may depend upon other matters
than your ladyship can conceive.

As to fortune, a young woman might
depend upon herself.

An interesting notion, Miss Austin.

It blags me to walk along the river to
enlarge upon the topic.

Whistle.

I'm sorry of my conduct.

Has disappointed you, Mr. Whistley.

It seems you cannot bring yourself to
marry without affection.

Or even with it.

I respect you for that.

And share your opinion, neither can I.

I'd always hoped to win your love in
time.

But I am vain enough to want to be loved
myself rather than my money.

You were Potter's friend.

We did.

So, you will live... By my pen, yes.

Will all your stories have happy
endings?

My characters will have, after a little
bit of trouble, all that

they desire.

The good do not always come to good
ends.

It is a truth universally acknowledged.

that a single man in possession of a
good fortune must be in want of a wife.

However little known feelings or views
of such a man may be on his first

entering a neighborhood, this truth is
so well fixed in the minds of the

surrounding families that he is
considered as the rightful property of

or other of their daughters.

My dear Mr. Bennet, said his lady to him
one day, Have you heard that

Netherfield Park has let it last?

Mr. Bennett replied that he had not.

But it is returned to you by Mrs.
Lawrence.

Miss Austin.

Be Miss Austin.

No, madam.

That courtesy, according to the customs
of precedence, belongs to my elder

sister. Miss Jane Austin, the authoress
of Pride and Prejudice. My sister wishes

to remain anonymous, but your kind
regard is much appreciated.

Thank you. Thank you.

I should never forgive Henry for this.

Yes, you will. We always forgive him for
everything.

Are you excited?

Jane,

an old friend.

Late as ever.

Madame la Comtesse, Miss Wilson.

Please allow me to introduce to you your
most avid of admirers, my daughter,

Miss Lefroy.

Miss Orson, what a pleasure to meet you.

Will you read for us this evening?

Ah, well, you see, my sister never
reads. Otherwise, how else is she

remain anonymous?

But... Jane.

I will make an exception.

If my new friend wishes it.

Come sit by me.

She is lovely, Tom.

She began now to comprehend that...

He was exactly the man who, in
disposition and talents, would most suit

His understanding and temper, though
unlike her own, would have answered all

wishes.

It was in union that must have been to
the advantage of both.

By her ease and liveliness, his mind
might have been softened, his manners

improved.

And from his judgment, information...

and knowledge of the world.

She must have received benefit of
greater importance.

But no such happy marriage could now
teach the admiring multitude what

connubial felicity