All language subtitles for Sense and Sensibility 1995 1080p x264

Your son has arrived from London, sir.

Father.

John. John.

You will find out soon enough from my
will that the estate of Norland was left

to me in such a way as prevents me from
dividing it between my two families.

Calm yourself, father. They cannot be
good for you. Norland.

in its entirety, is therefore yours by
law,

and I am happy for you and Fanny.

But your stepmother, my wife and
daughters, are left only 500

pounds a year, barely enough to live on
nothing for the girls' dowries.

You must...

Help them.

Of course.

You must promise to do this.

I promise, Father.

Help them?

What do you mean, help them?

Dearest, I mean to give them 3 ,000
pounds.

The interest will provide them with a
little extra income.

Such a gift will certainly discharge my
promise to my father.

One had rather, on such occasions, do
too much than too little.

Of course, he did not stipulate a
particular sum.

£1 ,500, then. What do you say to £1
,500?

What brother on earth would do half so
much for his rail system, let alone half

a blood?

Well, they can hardly expect more.

They're knowing what they expect.

The question is, what can you afford?

£100 a year to their mother while she
lived. Would that be more advisable?

It is better than passing with the $1
,500 all at once.

If she could live longer than 15 years,
she'd be completely taken in.

People always live forever when there is
an annuity to be paid them.

£20 now and then will amply discharge my
promise. You're quite right.

Although, to say the truth, I am
convinced within myself that your father

idea of your giving them money.

They will have 500 a year amongst
themselves.

What on earth could four women want for
more than that?

Their housekeeping will be nothing at
all. They'll have no carriage, no

hardly any servants, and will keep no
company.

Only conceive how comfortable they will
be.

They will be much more able to give you
something.

Marianne, can you play something else?

Mama has been weeping since breakfast.

I meant something less mournful,
dearest.

To be reduced to the condition of
visitor in my own home.

It is not to be borne, Eleanor.

Consider, Mama, we have nowhere to go.
John and Fanny will be descending from

London at any moment.

Do expect me to be here to welcome them.

But... I

will

start making inquiries for a new house
at once.

Until then, we must try to bear their
coming.

Margaret, are you there? Please come
down.

John and Fanny will be here soon.

Why are they coming to live at Norland?

They already have a house in London.

Because houses go from father to son,
dearest, not from father to daughter.

It is the law.

If you come inside, we could play with
your atlas. It's not my atlas anymore.

It's their atlas.

Do sit down.

As you know, we are looking for a new
home.

And when we leave, we shall be able to
retain only Thomas and Betsy.

We're very sorry to have to leave you
all.

But we are certain that you will find
the new Mrs. Dashwood a fair and

mistress.

My only welcome, sir, is how long it
will take them to move out.

How is Mrs Ferris?

My mother is always in excellent health,
thank you.

My brother Robert is in town with her
this season and quite the most popular

bachelor in London.

He has his own barouche.

You have two brothers, have you not?

Indeed, yes.

Edward is the elder and Mama quite
depends upon him.

He's travelling up from Plymouth shortly
and will break his journey here.

If that is agreeable to you, of course.

My dear John, this is your home now.

Fanny wishes to know where the key to
the silver cabinet is kept.

Betsy has it, I think. What does Fanny
want with the silver?

One can only presume she wants to count
it.

What are you doing?

Presents for the servants.

Have you seen Margaret, by the way?

I'm worried about her. She's taken to
hiding in the oddest places.

What an a girl.

At least she can escape family, which is
more than any of us is able.

You do your best. You've not said a word
to her for a week.

I have.

I said yes and no.

Good morning, friends.

Come in, Miss Marianne.

How did you find the silver?

Was it all genuine?

Pray, when may we expect the pleasure of
your brother's company?

Edward is due tomorrow.

Oh, and my dear Mrs. Thackwood, in view
of the fact that he will not be with us

for long, I wonder if Miss Margaret will
be prepared to give up her room for

him. The view is quite incomparable from
her window, isn't it? So much like

Edward the Penal and at his best.

Mrs. Dashwood.

Miss Dashwood.

Miss Marianne.

My brother, Edward Ferris.

Do sit down.

But where is Miss Margaret?

I declare, Mrs. Dashwood, I make it easy
to doubt her existence.

She must run positively wild.

Pray forgive us, Mr. Ferris.

My youngest is not to be found this
morning. She's a little shy of strangers

present.

Well, naturally.

I'm shy of strangers myself, and I have
nothing like her excuse.

How do you like your view, Mr Ferris?

Very much.

Your stables are very handsome and
beautifully kept, Mrs Dashwood.

Stables?

Edward, your windows overlook the lake.

An oversight, Fanny, had led me to one
of the family rooms, but I've rectified

the situation and am very happily
installed in the guest quarters.

They're all exceedingly spoiled, I find.

Miss Margaret spends all her time up
trees and under furniture.

I barely had a civil word from Marianne.

My dear Fanny, they've just lost their
father.

Their lives will never be the same
again.

That is no excuse.

Library.

These are mostly foreign.

Indeed. Magnificent.

I never like the smell of books.

Oh.

No, it is the dust, perhaps.

I hear you have great plans for the
Walnut Grove.

Oh, yes.

I shall have it knocked down to make way
for a Grecian temple.

Oh, that does sound extremely
interesting. Would you show me the site?

too expensive.

And we do not need four bedrooms you can
share.

This one, then.

Marianne, we have only 500 pounds a
year.

I will send out more inquiries today.

Pardon my intrusion, but I think I may
have found what you were looking for.

Won't you come out, dearest?

We haven't seen you all day.

Later, of course, we shall have to
enlarge it.

Oh, and Mattox will help you adjust to
our hour. Oh,

Mr Atwood.

Forgive me.

Do you by any chance have such a thing
as a reliable atlas?

I believe so.

Excellent. I wish to check the position
of the Nile.

My sister tells me it is in South
America.

Oh.

No.

No. She's quite wrong.

For I believe it is in Belgium.

Belgium?

Surely not. I think you must be thinking
of the Volga.

The Volga? Of course, the Volga.

Which, as you know, starts in...
Vladivostok and ends in... Wimbledon.

Precisely. Where the coffee beans come
from.

North of the Nile is in Abyssinia.

Is it?

How interesting.

How do you do?

Edward Ferris.

Margaret Dashwood.

Delighted to make your acquaintance.

It immediately adjoins this property.

Quite so. It cannot be but a most
desirable addition.

I will ride there tomorrow and speak
to... Who is it? Gibson.

Gibson.

He will be pleased enough to say...

Do not eat too much.

No.

Thank you.

That was my father's favourite.

Thank you so much for your help with
Margaret, Mr Farrow. She's quite changed

since you came.

Oh, not at all, not at all. I enjoy her
company.

Has she shown you the treehouse?

Not yet.

Would you do me the honour, Miss
Stashwick?

It is very fine out.

With pleasure.

Margaret has always wanted to travel.

I know. She's heading an expedition to
China shortly. I am to go as her

But only on the understanding that I
will be very badly treated.

What will your duties be?

Sword fighting, obviously.

Administering ramen.

Swabbing.

All I want, all I have ever wanted, is
the quiet of a private life. But my

mother is determined to see me
distinguished.

As?

Anything.

A great orator, a leading politician. I
think even a barrister would serve as

long as I drove a Baruchan dined in the
first circle. What do you wish for?

I've always preferred the church.

But that is not smart enough for my
mother.

She preferred the army, but...

That is a great deal too smart for me.

Would you stay in London?

I hate London.

No peace.

A country living is my idea, though a
small parish where I might do some good.

Keep chickens.

Give very short sermons.

You talk of feeling idle and useless.

Imagine how that is compounded when one
has no hope and...

No choice of any occupation whatsoever.

Our circumstances are therefore
precisely the same.

Except that you will inherit your
fortune.

We cannot even earn ours.

Perhaps Margaret is right.

Right? Piracy is our only option.

What is swabbing exactly?

No voice divine the storm allayed, no
light propitious shone.

When snatched from all effectual aid, we
perished, perished each alone.

But I beneath the rougher sea, and
whelmed in deeper gulfs than he.

No, Edward, listen.

No voice divine the storm allayed, no
light propitious shone.

When snatched from all effectual aid, we
perished each alone.

Can you not feel his despair?

Try again.

No voice divine in the storm allayed.

No light propitious shone.

Snatched from all effectual aid.

Perished to each alone.

Look,

this has just arrived.

I should be pleased to offer you a home
at Barton Cottage as soon as ever you

have need.

It's from my cousin, Sir John Middleton.

Even Eleanor must approve the rent.

Has Eleanor not yet seen this?

No. I will fetch her. Wait, no.

Let us delay.

Why?

I think... I believe that Edward and
Eleanor have formed an attachment.

It would be cruel to take her away so
soon. Devonshire is so far.

Why so grave?

Do you disapprove her choice?

By no means.

Edward is very amiable.

Amiable? But?

But there is something wanting.

He's too sedate.

He's reading last night. Eleanor has not
your feelings.

His reserve suits her.

Can he love her?

Can the soul really be satisfied with
such polite affection?

To love is to burn, to be on fire.

Like Juliet or Guinevere or Eloise.

They made rather pathetic ends, dear.
Pathetic?

To die for love?

How can you say so? What could be more
glorious?

I think that may be taking your romantic
sensibilities a little far.

Is love a fancy or a feeling?

No. It is immortal as immaculate truth.

"'Tis not a blossom shed as soon as
youth drops from the stem of life, "'for

will grow in barren regions where no
waters flow, "'nor ray of promise cheats

the pensive gloom.'" Hmm?

What a pity it is that Edward has no
passion for reading. It was you who

him to read, and then you made him
nervous.

Me? Yes.

Since your behaviour to him in all other
respects... Perfectly cordial. I must

assume that you like him in spite of his
deficiencies.

I think him everything that is amiable
and worthy.

Praise indeed.

But he shall have my unswerving devotion
when you tell me that he is to be my

brother.

How shall I do without you?

Do without me?

I'm sure you will be very happy.

But you must promise not to live too far
away.

Marianne, there is no question... There
is no understanding.

Do you love him?

I do not attempt to deny that I think
very highly of him.

That I... greatly esteem him.

I like him.

Esteem him? Like him?

Use those insipid words again and I
shall leave the room the same. Very

forgive me.

Believe my feelings to be stronger than
I have declared, but further than that

you must not believe.

Is love a fancy or a feeling?

Well, if there is... I do not attempt to
deny that

I think very highly of him.

That I...

Greatly esteem him.

That I like him.

We're so happy that you chose to invite
Edward to Norland.

He's a dear boy.

We're all very fond of him.

We have great hopes for him.

Much is expected of him by our mother
with regard to his profession.

Naturally.

And in marriage.

She's determined that both he and Robert
will marry well.

Of course.

But I hope she desires them to marry for
love.

Love is all very well, but...

Unfortunately, we cannot always rely on
the heart to lead us in the most

suitable directions.

You see, my dear Mrs Dashwood, Edward is
entirely the kind of compassionate

person upon whom penniless women can
prey.

And having entered into any
understanding, he would never go back on

He is simply incapable of doing so.

But it would lead to his ruin.

I worry for him, sir, Mrs Dashwood. My
mother has always made it perfectly

that she will withdraw all financial
support from Edward should he choose to

plant his affections in less exalted
ground than he deserves.

I understand you perfectly.

To Devonshire?

My cousin, Sir John Middleton, has
offered us a small house on his estate.

Sir John Middleton?

What is his situation? He must be a man
of some property.

He is a widower.

He lives with his mother -in -law at
Barton Park. It is Barton Cottage that

offers us.

Oh, a cottage.

How charming. A little cottage is always
very snug.

But you will not leave before the
summer.

My dear Edward, we can no longer
trespass upon your sister's goodwill. We

leave as soon as possible.

You will come and stay with us, Edward.

I should like that very much.

Edward had long been expected in town by
our mother.

Come as soon as you can, Edward.

Remember, you're always welcome.

Can't you take him with you?

I cannot possibly afford him.

Perhaps he could make himself useful in
the kitchen.

Miss Dashwood?

I don't know.

I'm going to speak to you.

There is something of great importance
that I need to... to tell you about

my education.

Your education?

Yes.

It was conducted, um... oddly enough, in
Plymouth.

Indeed? Yes.

Do you know it?

Plymouth? Yes.

No. Well,

I was four years there in a school run
by

Mr. Pratt.

Pratt. Precisely, yes.

Pratt. And while I was there, they

did say he had a...

You're needed in London this instant.

I'm leaving this afternoon as it is. No,
no, that will not do. Mama, you're

quite adamant. You should leave at once.

Edwin promised he'd bring the atlas to
Barton for me.

Did he?

Well, I'll wager he will do so in less
than a fortnight.

Dear Edwin.

John. Dear ladies, dear ladies, on my
word, here you are, here you

are, here you are. John.

children. It's horrible. Oh, you pour
slowly. Why did you not come up to the

park first and take your ease?

We saw you pass.

Oh, I could not wait for you to come to
us. I made John call the carriage. Get

down, you dog. She would not wait. Oh,
but I feel as if I know you

already.

Delightful creature.

And you know you must dine at Barton
Park every day. Oh, my dear Sir John, we

cannot possibly. No, no, no, no, no.

refusal. I'm quite deaf to them, you
know.

But I insist.

Sir John, let us only settle in for two
days, but thank you so very much. No,

no, no thanks.

I beg you, please.

I feel embarrassed. I declare

they are the luckiest girls I ever met.

Can you not get them married, Mrs.
Dashwood? You must not leave it any

Alas, there are no smart young men
hereabouts.

And send your man up to us for the
carriage as soon as you're ready.

Goodbye. Thank you.

No, don't thank us.

Your feet are cold.

What have you been doing? Your neck is
so dirty you could grow a potato in the

night.

It's cold. I'm cold.

Thank you, Margaret.

Do you manage it, Margaret?

Where can Brandon be?

Hello. I hope he's not lame, this horse.

Colonel Brandon?

He's the most eligible bachelor in the
county.

Oh, indeed.

He's bound to do for one of you.

Mind you, I think he's a better age for
Miss Dashwood.

But I dare say she's left her heart
behind in subsection.

I see you, Miss Marianne.

I think I've unearthed a secret.

Oh, you've sniffed one out already,
Mother. You're worse than my best point

glossy.

What sort of man is he, Miss Dashwood?
Butcher, baker, candlestick maker?

I shall winkle it out of you, you know.
She's horribly good at winkling.

You're in lonely country now, Miss
Dashwood.

We none of us have any secrets here.

Or if we do, we do not keep them long.

He's curate of the parish, I dare say.
Or perhaps a handsome lieutenant.

Give it a clue, Miss Dashwood.

Is he in uniform?

He's no profession.

Oh, no profession.

He's a gentleman, then.

Margaret, you know perfectly well there
is no such person.

His name begins with an F.

An F, indeed.

Now, that's a promising letter. Let
me... F. F. F.

F. F.

F. F. F. F. F. F.

F. F.

F. F. F. F. F.

I don't remember when we last had a
songbird in the house.

I've not heard our delightful
throngbird, Miss Marianne.

A great pity, indeed.

Mrs. Dashwood, may I present my dear
friend, Colonel Brandon. We served in

East Indies together. I assure you
there's not a better fellow in the

Have you really been to the East Indies,
Colonel?

I have.

What's it like?

Like? Hot.

The air is full of spices.

Lovely.

Miss Dashwood, it's your turn to
entertain us. Oh, no.

John, I... And I believe I know what key
you will sing in.

F major.

And as for

you, you have no right,

no right at all to parade your ignorant
assumptions... They're not...

Assumptions. You told me.

I told you nothing.

But I'll meet him when he comes anyway.

Margaret, that is not the point. You do
not speak of such things before

strangers. But everyone else was.

Mrs Jennings is not everyone.

I like her. She talks about things.

We never talk about things.

Hush, please.

That is enough, Margaret.

You cannot think of anything appropriate
to say. You will please restrict your

remarks to the weather.

Surely they've got enough reeds for a
Moses basket by now.

You know what they're saying, of course.

The word is you've developed a taste for
certain company.

And why not? A man like you in his
prime, she'd be a very fortunate young

Marianne Dashwood would no more think of
me than she would of you, John.

Brandon, my boy, do not think of
yourself so meanly.

It's all about her for her.

Behotted. An excellent match.

But he's rich and she's handsome.

How long have you known the Colonel?

Oh, Lord bless you. As long as ever I've
been here and I came 15 years back.

His estate at Delaford is but four miles
hence and he and Joanna are very thick.

He has no wife and children. He had a
tragic history.

He loved a girl once.

Twenty years ago now. Award to his
family, but they were not permitted to

On what grounds? Money.

Eliza was poor.

When the father discovered their amour,
she was flung out of the house and he

was packed up into the army.

I think he would have done himself a
harm if not for John.

What became of the lady?

Oh, she was passed from man to man.

Disappeared from all good society.

When Brandon came back from India, he
searched heaven knows how long, only to

find her dying in a poor house.

I thought my daughter Charlotte might
have cheered him up, but she's better

where she is.

But look at him now.

So attentive.

I think I shall try a little experiment
on him. Oh, no.

Miss Jennings, please, leave the poor
Colonel alone. No, no, no. My dear, it's

just a thing.

All suitors need a little help.

Colonel Brandon, we have not heard you
play for us of late.

There's a simple reason that you're a
far superior musician here.

Perhaps you did not know, Miss Marian,
that our dear Brandon shares your

for music.

He plays the piano forte very well.

Oh, come.

I trow you know as many melancholy tunes
as Miss Marian.

I see you both side by side.

I do not know any duets.

Forgive me, Colonel.

Oh, shall we never have a moment of
peace?

The rent here may be low, but I believe
we have it on very hard terms. Mrs.

Jennings is a wealthy woman with a
married daughter. She'd have nothing to

but marry off everyone else then.

There's a parcel.

A parcel?

Oh, look.

Oh, my goodness.

Why don't you open it while you are for
the time? Oh, can I open it? It is too

ridiculous. When is a man to be safe
from such wit if age and infirmity do

protect him?

Infirmity? If Brandon is infirm, then I
am at death's door. It is a miracle your

life has extended this far. Did you not
hear him complain of a rheumatism in his

shoulder? A slight ache, I believe, was
his brain.

But Edward said he would bring it
himself.

Dear Mrs. Dashwood, Miss Dashwood, Miss
Marianne, and Captain Margaret, it gives

me great pleasure to restore this access
to its rightful owner.

Alas, business in London does not permit
me to accompany it, although this is

likely to hurt me far more than it hurts
you. For the present, my memories of

your kindness must be enough to sustain
me, and I remain your devoted servant

always, E .T. Ferrer.

Why hasn't he come?

He says he's busy, dear.

He said he'd come.

I'm taking you for a walk. No, I've been
a walk. You need another.

It's going to rain. It is not going to
rain. You always say that, and then it's

all... Again, Mr. Jennings is a bad
influence.

You must miss him, Eleanor.

We are not engaged enough.

But she loves you, dearest. Of that I am
certain.

I am by no means assured of this regard.

Even were he to feel such a preference,
I think we should be foolish to assume

that there would not be many obstacles
to his marrying a woman of no rank. I

cannot afford to buy sugar.

But Eleanor, your heart must tell you.
In such a situation, Mamar, it is

better to use one's head.

Felicity in the world superior to this.
I told you it would rain.

He's quite safe.

Are you hurt?

Only my ankle.

May I have your permission to ascertain
if there are any bread?

Is it not broken?

Now, can you put your arm about my neck?

Allow me to escort you home.

It's a twisted ankle.

Do not be alarmed, Mamma. I can assure
you it's not serious. I took liberty of

feeling the bone and it's perfectly
sound.

Sir, I cannot even begin to thank you.
Please do not think of it.

I'm honoured to be of service.

Please, will you not be seated?

Pray excuse me, I have no desire to
leave a watermark.

But permit me to call tomorrow afternoon
and inquire after the patient.

We shall look forward to it.

You're most kind.

I'll show you out.

Thank you.

Margaret, keep the gentleman in his
house.

John, will it be a villain?

What an impressive gentleman.

He lifted me as if I weighed no more
than a dried leaf. Is he human?

Tell me if I hurt you.

She feels no pain, Mama.

Margaret, ask Betsy to make up a cold
compress, please.

Quickly, if you can.

Oh, please don't say anything
unimportant.

Go on, go on.

Did you see him? He expressed himself
well, did he not? With great decorum and

honour. And spirit and wit and feeling.
And economy.

Ten words at most.

And he is to come tomorrow.

Marianne, you must change. You will
catch a cold.

What care I for colds when there is such
a man? You will care very much when

your nose swells up.

You are right. Help me, Eleanor.

Mr. Willoughby's well worth catching,
Miss Dashwood. Miss Marianne must not

expect to have all the men to herself.

But what do you know of Mr. Willoughby,
Sir John?

Decent shot.

And there's not a bolder rider in all
England.

But what is he like?

Like? What are his tastes, his passions,
his pursuits?

Well... He has the smartest little bit
of a pointer. Was she out with him

yesterday? Where is Alenon, Sir John?
Alenon?

Nice little estate, three miles east.
He's to inherit it from an elderly

relative. Lady Allen's the name.

It's Colonel Brandon.

I shall go outside and keep watch.

Hello, Colonel.

You're all on the lookout for
Willoughby, eh, dear me, poor Brandon?

none of you think of him now.

Good morning, Brandon.

Good morning.

How's the invalid?

Oh, thank you so much, Colonel.

Oh, no.

Miss Marianne, I cannot think why you
should set your cap at Willoughby when

you've already made such a splendid
conquest.

I have no intention of setting my cap at
anyone, Sir John.

Mr Willoughby, Lady Allan's nephew?

Aye, he visits every year, so he's to
inherit.

Um... And he has a very pretty estate of
his own, you know, Miss Dashwood.

Coombe Magna in Somerset.

If I were you, I would not give him up
to a younger sister for all his cumbling

downhills.

Ah, the man himself.

Come, Brandon, we know when we are not
wanted. Let us leave him to the ladies.

Thank you so much for calling.

Marianne?

Colonel and Sir John are leaving.

Goodbye, Sir John.

Colonel, thank you for the flowers.

How do

you do, Colonel?

How does he do? How do you do, more
like?

Go on in.

They're waiting for you.

Come, Brian.

Mr. Willoughby.

What a pleasure to see you again.

The pleasure is all mine, I can assure
you. I trust Miss Marianne has not

cold? You found out my name?

Of course.

The neighborhood is crawling with my
spies.

And since you cannot venture out to
nature...

Nature must be brought to you.

Oh, how beautiful.

These are not from the hot house.

Ah, I see mine is not the first
offering, nor the most elegant.

I'm afraid I obtained those from an
obliging field.

And I've always preferred wildflowers.

I suspected as much.

Eleanor, would you...

Our gratitude, Mr Willoughby, is beyond
expression. But it is I who am grateful.

I've often passed this cottage and
grieved for its lonely state. Then the

news I had from Lady Allan when I
arrived was that it was taken.

I felt a peculiar interest in the event
which nothing can account for but my

present delight in meeting you.

Pray sit down, Mr Willoughby. Thank you.

Who is reading Shakespeare's sonnets?

Marianne.

Marianne is reading them out to us.

And which are your favourites?

Without a doubt, mine is 116.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
admit impediments.

Love is not love, which alters when it
alteration finds or bends with the

remover to remove.

Then how does it continue?

Oh, no. It is an ever -fixed mark that
looks on storm.

Oh! Is it tempest? I do believe it is
tempest. Let me find it.

It's strange you should be reading
these, but I carry them with me all the

Oh, how beautiful.

Until tomorrow, then.

And my pockets on it for yours, Miss
Marianne.

A talisman against further injury.

Goodbye.

Thank you.

Good work, Marianne.

You've covered Shakespeare, Scott, all
forms of poetry.

Another meeting will ascertain his views
on nature and romantic attachments and

then you will have nothing left to talk
about and the relationship will be over.

I suppose I have heard against decorum.

I should have been dull and spiritless
and talked only of the weather or the

state of the road. No, but Mr Willoughby
can be in no doubt of your enthusiasm

for him.

Why should he doubt it?

Why should I hide my regard?

No particular reason, only that we
know... So little of him.

Time alone does not determine intimacy.

Seven years would be insufficient to
make some people acquainted with each

other, and seven days can be more than
enough for others. Or seven hours, in

this case.

I feel I know Mr. Willoughby already.

If I had more shallow feelings, I could
perhaps conceal them as you do.

Marianne, that is not fair.

I'm sorry, Eleanor. I did not mean... Do
not trouble yourself, Marianne.

I do not understand her, Mama.

Marianne!

Haven't you finished yet?

No. It makes sense.

Surely you're not going to deny beef as
well, little girl?

There is nothing under ten pence a
pound, Mama. We have to accomplish.

Do you want us to starve?

I don't know.

I just want to eat beef.

True impropriety in my behaviour. I
should be sensible of it, Helena.

But it has already exposed you to some
very impertinent remarks.

Do you not begin to doubt your
indiscretion?

If the impertinent remarks of such as
Mrs Jennings are proof of impropriety,

then we are all offending every moment
of our lives. Good morning.

Good morning, Colonel.

Miss Dashwood, Miss Marianne, I come to
issue an invitation.

A picnic.

On my estate at Derriford.

If you would care to join us.

On Thursday next.

Mrs. Jenny's daughter and her husband
are travelling out especially.

We should be delighted, Colonel.

I will, of course, be including Mr.
Willoughby in the party.

I should be delighted to join you,
Colonel.

Good morning, Mr. Ashford.

Good morning, Colonel. Good morning, Mr.
Willoughby. The Colonel has invited us

to Delaford, Willoughby. Excellent.

I understand you have a particularly
fine pianoforte, Colonel.

A Broadwood Grand.

A Broadwood Grand?

Then I shall really be able to play for
you all. We shall look forward to it.

Good day.

Walk on. Walk on.

Your sister seems very happy.

Yes.

Marianne does not approve of hiding her
emotions.

In fact, her romantic prejudices have
the unfortunate tendency to set

at naught.

She is wholly unspoiled.

Rather too unspoiled, in my view.

The sooner she becomes acquainted with
the ways of the world, the better.

I knew a lady very like your sister, the
same impulsive sweetness of temper who

was forced into, as you put it, a better
acquaintance with the world.

The result was only ruination and
despair.

Colonel Brandon's lawn is perfect for
kite launching.

We must have your sky kite.

Find them pretty ribbons. Don't set that
in there, Richard.

Imagine my surprise, Mrs. Ashwood, when
Charlotte and her lord and master paid

with our cousin Lucy, the last person I
expected to see.

She probably came to join in the fun,
for there are no funds for such luxuries

at home, poor thing.

I've not seen you for so long, dear Mrs
Jennings. I couldn't resist the

opportunity. Oh, you sly thing.

It was the Mrs Dashwood she wanted to
see, not Delaford, Mama.

I have heard nothing but Miss Dashwood
this, Miss Dashwood that, for I don't

know how long.

And what do you think of them now you do
see them, Lucy? My mother has talked of

nothing else in her letters since you
came to Barton, Mrs Dashwood. Mr Palmer,

are they not the very creatures she
described?

Nothing like them.

Oh, Mr Palmer, do you know you are quite
rude today?

He used to be an MP, you know, Mrs
Dashwood, and it is very fatiguing for

for he's forced to make everybody like
him. He says that it's quite shocking.

I've never said anything so irrational.

Mr Palmer's so dull.

He's always out of humour.

Oh, here he comes.

Now you shall see, Charlotte.

Mrs. Charlotte, Mr.

Palmer. How do you do? And our little
cousin, Miss Lucy Steele.

Welcome to our party, Miss Steele.

Turn about.

Come round, boys, come round.

I know Mr. Will be extremely well.

May I beg a seat beside you, Miss
Dashwood?

I've so longed to make your better
acquaintance, I've heard nothing but the

highest praise of you.

I would be delighted.

But Sir John and Mrs. Jennings are too
excessive in their compliments. I am

to disappoint.

No, for it was from quite another source
I heard you praised, and one not at all

inclined to exaggeration.

What can this be?

There's been a finding here. Over here.
Where is

he? There he is.

My horse. Quickly.

What's the matter, Brandon?

I have to go to London.

No, impossible.

Imperative. But we're all assembled.

We cannot picnic at Delaford without our
host. Go up to town tomorrow.

We'll wait until we return and start
then. You'd not be six hours later.

I cannot afford to lose one minute.

Forgive me.

I hope it's nothing serious, Colonel.

Oh, pardon my tone. This is all very
unusual.

I'm sorry.

Frailty, thy name is Brandon.

There are some people who cannot bear a
party of pleasure.

They're a very wicked pair.

Colonel Brandon will be sadly missed.

Why?

Well, he's the sort of man that everyone
speaks well of and no one remembers to

talk to.

Exactly. Colonel Brandon is very highly
respected at Barton Park. Which is

enough to censure in itself.

Really, will it be?

Come, Mr Impudence. I know you and your
wicked ways.

Come, Mr Dashwood.

Reveal your bow. Reveal him I say.

Let's have no secrets between friends.
Let me winkle them out of you. I do

declare, Miss Marianne, if I do not have
you married to the Colonel by tea time,

I shall swallow my own bonnet.

As if you could marry such a character.

Why should you dislike him?

Because he has threatened me with rain
when I wanted it fine.

He has found fault with the balance of
my high flyer, and I cannot persuade him

to buy my brown mare.

It will be of any satisfaction to you,
however, to be told that I believe his

character to be in all other respects
irreproachable, and I'm ready to confess

it.

And in return for such an
acknowledgement that must give me some

cannot deny me the privilege of
deflating him as much as I adore...

This cottage.

I have great plans for improvements to
it, you know, Mr Willoughby.

Now, that I will never consent to.

Not a stone must be added to its walls.

Were I rich enough, I would instantly
pull down Coombe Magna and rebuild it in

the exact image of this cottage.

The dark, narrow stairs of Pokey Hall on
a fire that smokes, I suppose.

Especially the fire that smokes.

For then I should be as happy at Coombe
as I have been at Barton.

But this place has one claim on my
affections that none other can possibly

share.

Promise me you'll never change it.

I'm honoured that so fair and virtuous a
lady should compromise her honour by

seeing me to the gate unaccompanied.

That is exactly what Eleanor would say.

And she would be right.

Miss Marianne, will you do me the honour
of granting me an interview tomorrow?

Alone.

Willoughby, we're always alone.

But there's... There's something very
particular I should like to ask you.

Of course.

I shall ask Mama if I may stay behind
from church.

Thank you.

Until tomorrow, then.

Oh, virtue, silently and with fear,
enter thou into the hearts of all

them that hear me this day.

I think he'll kneel down when he asks.

The fear of him is the beginning of
wisdom. They always kneel down. Good

understanding have all they that do
thereafter.

Willoughby? What is the matter?

I'm... Forgive me, Mrs Dashwood.

I'm sent.

That is to say, Lady Alan has exercised
the privilege of riches upon a dependent

cousin and is sending me to London.

When? This morning?

Almost this moment.

What a disappointment.

But your business will not detain you
from us for long, I hope.

You're very kind, but I have no idea of
returning immediately into Devonshire.

I'm seldom invited to Allenham more than
once a year.

Oh, for shame, Willoughby. Can you wait
for an invitation from Barton Cottage?

Well, my engagements at present are of
such a nature... That is to say, I dare

not flatter my... It is folly to linger
in this manner. I will not lament

myself.

What is wrong, my love? Do not ask me
questions.

Betsy! Please, let me be.

They must have quarrelled.

Oh, that is unlikely.

Perhaps Miss Lady Allen disapproves of
his regard for Marianne and has invented

an excuse to send him away. Then why did
he not say as much?

It is not like Willoughby to be
secretive.

What is it you suspect him of? I can
hardly tell you.

But why was his manner so guilty?

What are you saying, Eleanor?

Has he been acting a party of Mr. Paul
this time?

No. He loves her, I'm sure.

Of course he loves her.

Has he left her with any assurance of
his return?

Marianne! Cannot you ask her if he has
proposed?

Certainly not.

I cannot force the confidence from
Marianne, nor should you.

We must trust her to confide in us in
her own time.

There was something so underhand in the
manner of his leaving.

You are resolved, then, to think the
worst of him? Not resolved.

I prefer to give him the benefit of my
good opinion.

He deserves no less from all of us.

Mama, I am very fond of Willoughby.

Mama!

Mama!

You didn't even let me in!

If only this rain would stop.

Only you would stop.

T 'was you took her off my hands, Mr.
Palmer, and a very good bargain you made

of it, too.

And now I have the whip hand over you,
for you cannot keep her back.

Marianne, come and play around with us.
Looking out at the weather will not

bring you back.

She ate nothing at dinner.

Mind, we're all a little forlorn these
days.

London has swallowed all our company.

Ashford, perhaps now we might have a
discussion.

A discussion?

There is a particular question I've long
wanted to ask you, but perhaps you'll

think me impertinent.

I cannot imagine so. But it is an odd
question. Forgive me, I have no wish to

trouble you. No, no, my dear, Miss
Steele. Miss Dashwood, if only Mr

had gone home to Coombe Magna, we could
have taken Miss Marianne to see him, but

we live but half a mile away.

Five and a half.

No.

I cannot believe it is that far, but you
can see the place from the top of our

hill. Is it really five and a half?

No, I cannot believe it.

Try.

If you have my permission to ask any
manner of question, that is of any help.

Acquainted with your sister -in -law's
mother?

Mrs. Ferris?

With Fanny's mother?

No, I... I have never met her.

You must think me strange for inquiring.

I dare... tell you.

Lucy, if she tells you aught of the
famous Mr. F, you must pass it on.

I had no idea that you were at all
connected with that family.

Oh, I'm certainly nothing to Mrs. Ferris
at present.

But the time may come when we may be
very intimately connected.

What do you mean?

Do you have a moment?

I never met him in my life.

No. With Edward.

Edward?

Edward Ferris.

Edward and I have been secretly engaged
these five years.

Oh, you may well be surprised.

We surely do not mean the same, Mr.
Ferris. Oh, the very same.

He was four years under the tutelage of
my uncle, Mr. Pratt, down in Plymouth.

Has he never spoken of it?

Yes.

Yes, I believe he has.

I was very unwilling to enter into it
without his mother's approval.

But we loved each other with too great a
passion for Putin.

Though you do not know him as well as I,
Miss Ashwood, you must have seen how

capable he is of making a woman
sincerely attached to him.

Well,

and what can have fascinated you to such
an extent?

We were talking of London, ma 'am, and
of all its diversions. Do hear that,

Charlotte.

While you were so busy whispering,
Charlotte and I have concocted a plan.

is the best plan in the world.

I make for London shortly, and I invite
you, Lucy, and both of Mrs Dashwood to

join me.

Splendid idea.

Splendid, splendid.

Can I go? Oh, you know perfectly well
you're too young. I shall convey you all

to my house in Chelsea and we will taste
the delights of the season.

What say you?

Oh, please, can I go? I'm 12 soon.

You're not wrong to have a Mrs Dashwood
come to London.

I came into Devonshire with no other
view.

Mrs Jennings, you are very kind, but we
cannot possibly leave our mother.

Oh, your mother can spare you very well.

Of course I can.

Of course we can.

I could not be more delighted. Excited.
It is exactly what I would wish. I will

brook no refusal, Miss Dashwood.

Let us strike hands on the bargain.

And if I do not have the three of you
married by Michaelmas, it will not be my

fault.

I've been ever so grateful in all my
life of my aunt and

Mrs Jennings.

Oh, Eleanor, why should I worry?
Willoughby!

You will see Edward.

Are you asleep?

With you in the room.

I do not believe you feel as calm as you
look, Eleanor. Not even you.

Oh, I will never sleep tonight.

Oh,

what were you and Miss Steele talking
about so long?

Nothing of significance.

...talking about in that great house all
by myself when I'd been used to having

Charlotte until she had the baby.

I have wasn't yet Edward, Miss Dashwood.

And yet I do not know how much you may
see of him.

Secretly, he is vital.

He'll never be able to call. I should
imagine not.

It's so hard.

I believe my only comfort has been the
confidence with his affection.

You are fortunate over such a lengthy
engagement.

Never to have had any doubts on that
score.

Oh, I'm of rather a jealous nature.

And if you talk more of one young woman
than any other.

But he's never given a moment's alarm on
that count.

Imagine how glad he'll be to learn I'm a
real friend.

There you

are, Pippin. Have you missed me? Very
much, ma 'am.

Good day, sir, and I never believe you.
I trust everything's in order. In good

order, ma 'am, though, if I might
suggest the ordering of coals. Don't

me of coals.

Oh, there you are, Pooter. Still alive,
I see.

Tea, pigeon tea. Yes, ma 'am. Come in,
my dear.

Well,

you do not waste any time, Miss Mary
Ann. Give it to Pigeon there. He'll see

it. Come along, dear.

Isn't that so? They are definitely
engaged.

Mrs. Jennings has your sister all by her
wedding clothes here in town. Indeed,

Miss Deal. I know of no such plans.

John and Fanny are in town. I think we
shall be forced to see them.

I think it was the next door.

Yes, you're right.

Marianne, do sit down for two seconds
together.

I must be nervous.

Oh, Eleanor, it is Willoughby.

Indeed it is.

Oh.

Excuse me, Colonel.

Um, Colonel.

What a pleasure to see you.

Have you been in London all this while?

Forgive me.

Miss Dashwood, I have heard reports
through town that...

Miss Dashwood, tell me once and for all,

is everything finally resolved between
your sister and Mr Willoughby?

Colonel, though neither one has informed
me of their understanding.

I have no doubt of their mutual
affection.

Thank you, Miss Dashwood.

To your sister, I wish all imaginable
happiness.

To Mr Willoughby, that he may endeavour
to deserve her.

What do you mean?

Mr. Edward John, we expect to see you
daily.

Who is dear Edward now?

Who is he?

My brother, Mrs. Jennings, Mr. Edward
Ferris.

Indeed.

Is that Ferris with an S?

Are there any messages, Pidgeon?

No. No messages at all? No cards?

None.

I notice you do not inquire.

No, indeed, but I don't expect any, Mrs
Jennings. I have very little

acquaintance in town.

I don't want to hear another word about
the Ham Lone Pigeon. You and Cartwright

must sort that out between you and me.

No messages, ma 'am.

Now, do not fret, my dear.

I have been told that this good weather
is keeping many of our sportsmen in the

country at present, but the frost will
soon drive them to town.

Depend on it.

Of course.

I had not thought of it.

Thank you, Mrs Jennings.

And Miss Dashwood may set her heart at
rest, for I overheard your sister -in

-law say she's to invite the elusive Mr
F to the ball tonight.

Do be careful, dear. The horses have
been here.

Careful. Beginning to rain also.

Now follow me.

Anyone we know. Not a soul.

Ask Mr. Palmer to look. He has a better
view. Mr. Palmer, do you see anyone of

our acquaintance?

Unfortunately not.

How can you be such a genius?

There is Mrs. John Dashwood.

What it is. Indeed.

You're not alone, are you? Indeed, no.
John has just gone to fetch my brother.

They've been eating ices.

Your brother, I declare.

This is good news indeed.

At long last. John. That's what I
declare. Oh,

Mrs Jennings, I am pleased to see you.

May I present my brother -in -law, Mr
Robert Ferris.

Miss Dashwood, Miss Deal, Miss Marianne.

My dear ladies, we meet at last.

So you must be the younger brother.

Is Mr Edward not here? Miss Dashwood
here was counting on him.

Oh, he's far too busy for such
gatherings and has no special

to make his attendance worthwhile.

I do not know what the young men are
about these days. Are they all in

Come, Mr. Robert, in the absence of your
brother, you must dance with our lovely

Miss Dashwood here.

It would be my honour.

And perhaps Miss Steele might consider
reserving the Allemande.

You reside in Devonshire, I believe,
Miss Dashwood?

Yes.

In a cottage?

Yes.

I am excessively fond of a cottage.

If I have any money to spare... I should
build one myself.

Mr. Willoughby.

How do you do, Miss Dashwood?

I'm very well, thank you.

How is your family?

We are all extremely well, Mr.
Willoughby.

Thank you for your kind inquiry.

Willoughby!

Will you not shake hands with me?

How do you do, Miss Marianne?

Willoughby, what is the matter?

Why have you not come to see me?

Were you not in London?

Have you not received my letters?

Yes, I had the pleasure of receiving an
information you were so good as to send

me.

Heavens, a quillery.

Tell me what is wrong.

Thank you, I'm most obliged.

If you will excuse me, I must rejoin my
party.

I want him to come to me instantly.

I must go away.

There you are, my dear.

Oh, my goodness.

Come, dear. You need some air.

Lucy!

Lucy! Come, dear. We must go.

If I might be so bold, Mrs Jennings, it
would be our pleasure to escort your

young child home. Oh, how very kind.
That is very handsome of you.

You actually sent him messages during
the night? Yes, indeed.

The pigeon was not himself.

Marianne, please tell me.

Do not ask me questions.

no confidence in me.

This reproach from you.

You who confide in no one.

I have nothing to tell.

Nor I.

Neither of us have anything to tell.

I because I conceal nothing and you
because you communicate nothing.

I do wish Lady Charteris would limit her
invitation list.

I do not know when I've been so warm.

I'm glad we left early.

There, now.

Lovers' quarrels are swift to heal.

That letter will do the trick, mark my
words.

Well, I must be off.

I do hope he doesn't keep her waiting
much longer, Miss Ashton.

It hurts to see her looking so forlorn.

What a welcome I have from Edward's
family, Miss Ashwood.

I'm surprised you never mentioned how
agreeable your son -in -law is.

And Mr. Robert, all so affable.

It's perhaps fortunate that none of them
knows of your engagement.

My dear madam, I'm quite...

Oh, Marianne.

It is best to know what his intentions
are at once. Think of what you would

felt if your engagement had carried on
for months and months before he chose to

put an end to it. We're not engaged.

But he wrote to him. I thought then he
must have left you with some kind of

understanding.

No.

Not so unworthy as you think. Not so
unworthy.

Did he tell you that he loved you?

Yes.

No.

Never absolutely.

It was every day implied, but never
declared.

Sometimes I thought it had been, but it
never was.

He's broken no vow.

He's broken faith with all of us. He
made us all believe he loved you.

He did.

Treat here by Miss Morton, a very great
friend.

He is to be married at the end of the
month to a Miss Grey with 50 ,000

Well, said I, if it is true, then he is
a good -for -nothing who's used my young

friend abominably ill, and I wish with
all my soul that his wife may plague his

heart out.

Oh, my dear.

He's not the only young man worth
having.

With your pretty face, you'll never want
for admirers.

Better let her have her cry out, and I'm
done with it.

I will go look up something to tempt
her.

Does she care for olives?

I cannot tell you.

Apparently, they never were engaged.

Miss Grey has £50 ,000.

Marianne is virtually penniless. She
cannot have expected him to go through

it.

But I feel for Marianne.

She will lose her bloom and end a
spinster like Eleanor.

I think, my dear, we might consider
having them to stay with us for a few

We are, after all, family.

And my father... My love, I would ask
them with all my heart, but I've already

asked Miss... Deal for a visit.

And we cannot deprive Mrs. Jennings of
all her company at once.

We can invite your sister some other
year, you know.

And Miss Deal will profit far more from
your generosity.

Poor girl.

Excellent motion.

Colonel Brandon to see you, Mrs. Wood.

Colonel.

Thank you so much for coming.

As quickly as possible.

The Palmers can take us as far as their
home at Cleveland, which is but a day

from Barton. Then permit me to accompany
you and take you straight on from

Cleveland to Barton myself?

I confess that is precisely what I had
hoped for.

Marianne suffers cruelly.

What pains me most is how hard she tries
to justify Mr Willoughby.

But you know her disposition.

Agnes, would you allow me to relate some
circumstances with nothing but an

earnest desire of being useful?

I just want you to tell me a minute to
Willoughby.

When I quitted Barton...

No doubt, no doubt, Mrs. Jennings has
apprised you of certain

events in my past.

The sad outcome of my connection with a
young woman named Eliza.

What is not commonly known is that 20
years ago, before she died, Eliza bore

an illegitimate child.

The father...

whether he was, abandoned them.

As Eliza lay dying, she begged me to
look after the child.

I had failed Eliza in every other way. I
could not refuse her now.

I took the child, Beth is her name, and
placed her with a family in the country

where I could be sure that she would be
well looked after.

I saw her whenever I could.

She grew up so headstrong.

And God forgive me, I indulged her. I
allowed her too much freedom.

Almost a year ago, she disappeared.

Disappeared? I instigated a search, but
for eight months, I was left to imagine

the worst. At last, on the day of the
Delaford picnic, I received the first

of her.

She was with child.

And the blackguard who had left her with
no hint, of his whereabouts.

Oh, good God.

Do you mean Willoughby?

Before I could return to confront him,
Lady Allan learned of his behaviour and

turned him from the house. He fled to
London.

Yes, he left us that morning without any
explanation.

Lady Allan had annulled his legacy. He
was left with next to nothing.

And in danger of losing Coup Magna and
all the money that remained to his

debtors.

So he abandoned Marianne for Miss Grey
and her £50 ,000.

Is Bert still in town?

She has chosen to return to the country
for her confinement.

I would not have burdened you, Mr
Ashwood, had I not from my heart

might in time lessen your sister's
regrets.

I have described Mr Willoughby as the
worst of libertines, but I

have since learnt from Lady Alan that...
He did mean to propose that day, and I

thought... I cannot deny that his
intentions toward Marianne were

honourable, and... I feel certain that
he would

have married her, had it not been... For
the money.

David, was I right to tell you?

Whatever his past actions, whatever his
present course, at least you may be

certain that he loved you.

But not enough.

Not enough.

Here is someone to cheer you up, Miss
Dashwood.

Oh, how is your dear sister, Miss
Dashwood?

Poor thing.

I must say, I do not know what I should
do if a man treated me with so little

respect.

How are you enjoying your stay with John
and Fanny, Miss Deal?

I was never so happy in my entire life,
Miss Dashwood.

I do believe your sister -in -law has
taken quite a fancy to me.

Oh, I had to come and tell you, for you
cannot imagine what has happened.

No, I cannot.

Yesterday,

I was introduced to Edward's mother.

And she was a vast deal more than civil.

I've not yet seen Edward, but I feel
sure to very soon.

Come in.

There's a Mr Edward Ferrars to see you,
Miss Dashwood.

Oh.

Do ask him to come in.

This way, sir.

Mr. Perez.

What a pleasure to see you.

You know Miss Steele, of course.

Indeed.

How do you do, Miss Steele?

I am well, thank you, Mr Ferris.

Do sit down.

You must be surprised by me here, Mr.
Ferris.

I expect you thought I was at your
sister's house.

Let me fetch Marianne, Mr. Ferris. She
would be most disappointed to miss you.

It would?

It would.

I heard your voice.

At last you found us.

Forgive me, Marianne. I visited
shamefully overdue.

You're pale.

You've not been unwell, I hope?

Do not think of me.

Eleanor as well, you see.

That must be enough for both of us.

Indeed. And how do you enjoy London,
Miss Marianne?

Not at all.

The sight of you is all the pleasure it
has afforded.

Is that not so, Eleanor?

Why have you not come to see us before?

I have been much engaged elsewhere.

Engaged elsewhere?

But what was that when there were such
friends to be met?

Perhaps, Miss Marianne, you think young
men never honour their engagements,

little or great.

No, indeed.

For Edward is the most incapable of
being selfish of anyone I ever saw.

Edward, will you not sit?

Eleanor, help me to persuade him.

Forgive me, forgive me. I must take my
leave.

You've only just arrived.

You will excuse me, but I have an urgent
commission to attend to on Fanny's

behalf. In that case, perhaps you might
escort me back to your sister's house,

Mr Ferris.

It would be an honour.

Miss Dashwood?

Marianne?

God urge him to stay.

He must have had his reasons for going.

His reason was no doubt your coldness.

If I were Edward, I would have seen he
did not care for me at all.

Poor Miss Marianne looked very badly to
the day.

When I think of her, it frightens me to
think that I shall never marry.

Nonsense. You will marry far better than
either of the Dashwood girls.

Oh, but I...

Have no dowry.

There are qualities which will always
make up for that, and you have them in

abundance.

It would not surprise me if you were to
marry far and away beyond your

expectations. Oh, I wish that might be
so.

There is a young man.

Aha, I'm glad to hear of it. Is he of
good fortune and breeding?

Of both.

But he... His family would certainly
oppose the match. Hush.

They will allow it as soon as they see
you, my dear.

It is a very great secret.

I've told nobody in the world for fear
of discovery.

I am the soul of discretion.

If I dare tell.

I can assure you I am as silent as the
grave.

My dears, what a commotion.

Mr Edward Ferris, the very one I used to
joke you about, Miss Daffod, is engaged

these five years to Lucy Steele.

Poor Mr Ferris. His mother, who by all
accounts is very proud, has demanded

he break the engagement on pain of
disinheritance.

But he has refused to break his promise
to Lucy.

He has stood by her, good man, and has
cut off without a penny.

She has...

Settled it all, irrevocably. I'm Mr.
Robert, but I cannot stop.

I must go to Lucy. Your sister -in -law
told her I don't like any of you.

How long have you known?

Good night, Mrs. Jennings. Off to take
us

to London.

Why did you not tell me?

Lucy told me in the strictest
confidence.

I could not break my word.

Edward loves you.

He made me no promises. He tried to tell
me about Lucy.

He cannot marry her.

Would you have him treat her even worse
than Willoughby has treated you?

No.

But nor would I have him marry what he
does not love.

Edward made his promise a long time ago,
long before he met me.

Though he may harbour some regret, I
believe that he will be happy in the

knowledge that he did his duty and kept
his word.

After all... After all...

That is, bewitching in the idea of one's
happiness entirely depending on one

person.

It is not always possible. We must
accept.

Edward will marry Lucy.

And you and I will go home.

Always resignation and acceptance.

Always prudence and honour and duty.

What do you know of my heart?

What do you know of anything but your
own suffering?

For weeks, Marianne, I've had this
pressing on me without being at liberty

speak of it to a single creature who was
forced on me by the very person whose

prior claims ruined all my hopes.

I have endured her exaltation again and
again whilst knowing myself to be

divided from Edward forever. Believe me,
Marianne, had I not been bound to

silence, I could have produced proof
enough of a broken heart, even for you.

But owing to his engagement, your friend
Mr. Ferrars has lost his fortune

irrevocably to his brother.

Have I been rightly informed?

Is it so? It is indeed so.

Are you acquainted with Mr. Ferrars?

No, we have never met.

But I know only too well the cruelty,
the impolitic cruelty

of dividing two young people long
attached to one another.

A proposal to make that should enable
him to marry Miss Steele immediately.

Since the gentleman is so close a friend
to your family, perhaps you'd be good

enough to mention it to him.

Oh, Colonel, I am sure he would be only
too delighted to hear it from your own

lips.

I think not.

His behaviour has proved him proud.

In the best.

I feel certain this is the right course.

Mr Edward Ferrars.

Mr Ferrars.

Miss Dashwood.

Thank you for responding so promptly to
my message.

I was most grateful to receive it.

If that's what God knows, what you must
think of me.

Mr Ferris... I have no right to speak, I
know. I have... I have good news.

Do, please sit down.

I think you know of our friend, Colonel
Brandon.

Yes, I've heard his name.

Colonel Brandon desires me to say that,
understanding you wish to join the

clergy... He has great pleasure in
offering you the parish on his estate at

Delaford in the hope that it may enable
you and Miss Thiel to marry.

Colonel Brandon?

Yes.

He means it as testimony of his concern
for the cruel situation in which you now

find yourselves.

Colonel Brandon gives me a parish?

Can it be possible?

The unkindness of your family makes you
astonished to find friendship elsewhere.

No.

Not to find it in you.

I cannot be ignorant that it's certainly
to you that I owe this. I feel it. I

would express it if I could, but as you
know, I'm no orator.

You are mistaken.

You owe it almost entirely to your own
merit. I've had no hand in it.

Colonel Branded must be a man of great
worth and respectability.

I fear the kindness and birth of men.

May I ask why the Colonel did not tell
me himself?

I think he felt it would be better
coming from a friend.

Your friendship has been the most
important of my life.

Mr. Ferris, you honour your promises.
That is more important than anything

I... I wish you both very happy.

What a stroke of luck for Lucy and Ed to
find a parish so close to Providence.

We'll all be able to meet very often.

I've to cheer you up, Miss Marianne.

I do declare I have never disliked a
person so much as I do Mr. Willoughby,

your sake.

Insufferable man.

To think we can see his insufferable
house on the top of our hill.

I shall ask Jackson to plant some very
tall trees.

You will do nothing of the sort.

I hear Miss Mary's bridal gown was
everything I missed.

Bunting, how glad I am for thee. What a
journey we live in. My bones are

ruffling still.

Very well.

I do not think you drew breath from the
moment we left London. I should have

found another way of getting home.

There was no other way, you said to
yourself.

I will just take a stroll.

A moment's peace, Eleanor.

I think it is going to rain. It will not
rain.

You always say that, and then it always
does.

I shall keep to the garden near the
house.

Come and meet little Thomas.

I cannot see Marianne.

Love is not love, which alters when its
alteration finds, or

bends with a remover to remove.

Oh, no.

It doesn't ever fix it, Mark.

It looks on ten minutes, and it's never
shaking.

Will it be?

Willoughby. Willoughby.

Marianne?

She will be wet through when she
returns.

Thank you for pointing that out, my
dear.

Do not worry, Miss Dashwood.

Brandon will find her.

I think we can all guess where she went.

She's not her, but we must get her warm.

Charlotte! The bar is in my room.

Do hurry.

Higgins, fetch us some blankets.

Blankets? And brandy.

Miss Dashwood.

I think Marianne may need a doctor.

You'll wear yourself out, Colonel.

Do not worry. The day or two in bed will
do you better to write.

You can rely upon Harris, Colonel. I've
never found a better physician.

What is the diagnosis?

It is an infectious fever that has taken
far more serious hold than I would have

expected in one so young.

I would recommend the heat you removed
for your child, Mrs. Palmer.

Mrs. Bosby!

Mrs. Bosby!

My dear Miss Dashwood, I am more sorry
than I can say.

If you would prefer me to stay, I am at
your service.

Mr. Palmer, that is very kind.

But Colonel Brandiner and Dr. Harris
will look after us.

Thank you for everything you have done.

She is not doing as well as I would
like.

What can I do?

Colonel, you have done so much already.

Give me an occupation, Miss Dashwood, or
I shall run mad.

She would be easier if her mother were
here.

I must fetch more laudanum.

I cannot pretend, Mr. Ashworth, that
your sister's condition is not very

serious.

You must prepare yourself.

I will return very shortly.

Marianne? Marianne, please try.

I can't do it without you.

Oh, please.

I've tried to bear everything. I will
try.

Please.

There is no way.

I love you, Marianne.

She's out of danger.

She's out of danger.

But if the weight of these thou canst
not show, weigh but one word which from

thy lips doth fall.

He certainly is not so dashing as
Willoughby, but he has a far more

countenance.

There always was a something, if you
remember, in Willoughby's eyes at times

that I did not like.

It is no more at all.

Nor is the earth the less or loseth
ought.

For whatsoever from one place doth fall
is with the tide unto another brought.

For there is nothing lost that may be
found

if sought.

Shall we continue tomorrow?

No, for I must away.

Away? Where?

That I cannot tell you.

It is a secret.

You will not stay away long.

There.

There I fell, and there I first saw
Willoughby.

Call Willoughby. He will always regret
you.

But does it follow that had he chosen
me, he would have been content?

He would have had a wife he loved, but
no money.

and might soon have learned to rank the
demands of his pocketbook far above the

demands of his heart.

If his present regrets are half as
painful as mine, he will suffer enough.

Do you compare your conduct with his?

No.

I compare it with what it ought to have
been.

I compare it with yours.

I fixed those beef fillets for you, ma
'am.

It's the tallest expensive in Exeter.

Anyway, it's for Marianne.

Is Exeter crowded, Tom?

Well, indeed, ma 'am.

I spoke to Mrs.

Braintree, and she told me that Mr.
Popperton has had another stroke.

And she has no sense or feeling.

and that Miss Merson has been obliged to
turn away coals for his drunkenness.

Oh, and Mr Ferris is married, but of
course you know that, ma 'am.

I don't know either.

Who told you that Mr Ferris was married,
Thomas?

I've seen Mrs Ferris myself, ma 'am.

Miss Lucy Steele, as was.

She and Mr Ferris were stopping in a
chaise at the New London Inn.

I happened to look up as I passed by,
and I see it was Miss Steele.

So I took off my hat.

and she inquired after you, ma 'am, and
all you young ladies, especially Miss

Dashwood, and bid me to give you her and
Mr Ferrar's best compliments and

service, and how they'd be sure to send
you a piece of the cake.

Do Mrs Ferrar seem well?

Oh, yes, Miss Marianne. She said she was
vastly contented, and since she was

always a very affable young lady, I made
free to wish her joy.

Thank you, Thomas.

What is it, Thomas?

have found a small enough instrument to
fit the parlour. I shall follow in a day

or two by the time I expect you to have
learnt the enclose, your devoted friend

Christopher Brandon.

Oh, my darling, look at this. Oh, it
fits perfectly.

And yours, Marianne?

He must like you very much.

It is not just for me.

It is for all of us.

What's gonna pity on me today?

I do not think it is the Colonel.

It must be. He said he would arrive
today.

You must play your new song to him,
Marianne.

Edward!

It is Edward!

Come.

We must be calm.

Mr.

Ferrars for you, ma 'am.

Edward.

What a pleasure to see you.

Mrs. Dashwood.

Miss Marianne.

Margaret.

Miss Dashwood.

I trust I find you all well.

Thank you, Edward.

We are all very well.

We have been enjoying very fine weather.

Well, we have.

Well, I'm glad to hear it.

The roads were very... dry.

May I wish you great joy, Edward.

Thank you.

I hope you have left Mrs. Fair as well.

Isn't it Ferris at the new parish?

No, no.

No, my mother is in town.

I meant to inquire after Mrs. Edward
Ferris.

Well, then you... You've not heard?

I think you mean my brother. You mean
Mrs. Robert Ferris.

Mrs. Robert Ferris?

Yes.

I, um... I received a letter from Miss
Steele,

Mrs. Ferris, I should say, communicating
to me the

transfer of her affections to my brother
Robert.

It seems they were much thrown together
in London, and, um...

In view of the change in my
circumstances, I felt it only right that

released from our engagement.

At any rate, they were married last week
and are now in Plymouth.

Are you... are not married?

Eleanor, I met Lucy when I was very
young.

Had I had an active profession, I should
never have felt such an idle, foolish

inclination.

My behavior at Norland was very wrong,
but I convinced myself that you felt

friendship for me, and that it was my
heart alone that I was risking.

I've come here with no expectation, only
to profess now that I am at liberty to

do so.

That my heart is and always will be

yours.

He's sitting next to her. Margaret, come
down.

Marianne. Tell her.

Margaret. Margaret. Wait.