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Wait.

Whoa, whoa.

Thank you.

Margaret!

Margaret!

It's here.

Father's will.

Where's Elinor?

Oh, uh, she's inside.

Elinor!

It-it is only a-a small shortfall, ma'am.

Elinor!

- Elinor! Elinor! - Elinor.

It's here. It's here.

- Just open it! - I can't.

I'll do it.

Whatever it says, we will face it with calm heads.

First Father and now Norland.

It's not fair.

Norland will always be home.

They cannot take that from us.

Except by law, apparently.

Houses are all alike.

We will find somewhere else just as nice

- with the money Father left us. - What money?

With the income of what?

Four, 5,000 a year?

500, Mama.

No!

But numbers are all alike.

Nelly, thank you.

Someone's coming.

Oh, not John.

He must have quit London the very day the will was read.

And where was this alacrity when Father lay dying?

He's just been orphaned, Marianne.

Yes. And when he lost his mother,

he gained that enormous house in London.

He has no need of Norland.

Fanny never remembers my name.

Your half brother is very kind to come so quickly.

Look how he races to our aid.

Here. Come.

I hope John gives us a fortune apiece.

Don't be vulgar, Margaret.

What would you do with a fortune?

We know what you would do with it.

What a happy day for booksellers

and music sellers and print shops.

And theaters and concert halls.

I suppose you'd have me save it.

Come. Wealth has nothing to do with happiness.

To think, when your father married me,

- I had no dowry to speak of. - "No dowry to speak of."

Whoa.

Look, Harry.

One day you'll be master of Norland.

I don't want to be master of Norland.

I want to go home.

Mrs. Dashwood.

My condolences.

Your father was the best of men.

I don't know how we will begin to bear without him.

Indeed.

Might we take a tour?

Come along.

Give me back my doll!

- No! No! - Give me my daughter, you evil pirate.

- No! Stop it. - Come back!

Margaret.

Mama, Mama!

Here you are. What happened?

Cousin Margaret stabbed me.

Stabbed?

Oh. Well, it was only a game.

My brother arrives tomorrow.

He can have Margaret's room.

Are we to entertain guests already?

Edward is anxious to see me settled.

Come along.

Perhaps you have forgotten, but Margaret has endured

a great change recently. We all have.

Edward can take my room. Marianne and I will share.

Splendid. What comfort you will be to each other.

1,000 pounds each?

Whatever for?

Ah, I feel responsible for those girls.

But you do not write the law.

It's hardly your fault that houses pass to sons

instead of daughters.

But it was my father's dying wish

that I should...

...assist.

Why must dying people always wish for something extravagant?

300 pounds each?

That's a comfortable fortune

- for any young woman. - Excessively comfortable.

If they marry, they will have no need of it at all.

Perhaps it would be better to do something for their mother,

who has no hope of marrying again.

Say, an annuity?

100 a year?

Most generous.

She will live for 20 years in such comfort.

20 years? Her life cannot be worth half that.

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

What would Fanny want with these?

She owns them.

She probably means to sell them.

I doubt she's ever read a book in her life.

Marianne.

You hate her, too.

Admit it.

Had we had more than 500 pounds a year,

I might indulge my feelings.

But while we are dependent, I will endeavor to restrain them.

You would beg for Fanny's charity?

Being polite is not begging.

It's so undignified.

Well, I am sure you'll feel very dignified

living in a ditch.

Ugh!

He's here.

Mr. Ferrars.

Elinor.

He's not handsome, is he?

We cannot see his face.

He resembles his sister.

ELINOR [chuckles]: What? From behind?

Ooh.

- You go. - Me?

Yes, you. I cannot bear

any more of Fanny's hideous relations.

Well, however hideous he may be,

you cannot hide from him forever.

I can and I shall.

Forgive me.

Edward Ferrars.

Were you not expecting me?

No.

Yes.

Not quite.

Elinor Dashwood.

Pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Dashwood.

I-Is your mother about?

I had hoped to thank her for her hospitality.

Especially in such...

such circumstances.

Um, forgive her. She is occupied at present.

Of course.

Your sister, I presume.

Plays very well.

Oh, Norland.

Hmm.

And very often.

I hope you like music, Mr. Ferrars.

There you are, Edward.

We must have the groom tend to your horse.

Uh, Miss Margaret is kindly seeing to him herself.

Most charming young woman.

Margaret.

Margaret. You mean Miss Marianne?

I believe he means my younger sister, Miss Margaret Dashwood?

Good heavens.

One loses track.

I would not take offense.

Fanny has been known to forget even my name.

I've done no such thing.

Uh, perhaps it would be fairer to say that I am,

in your mind, somewhat eclipsed by our brother Robert.

Darling Robert.

I had hoped to have him to stay,

but he is always so busy darting about in his barouche.

Come along.

- Elinor. - I said you could ride

when you've memorized your tables.

But once we leave, I shan't be able to ride at all.

But your father would not have wanted us

- to neglect your studies. - Must you always cite

our father to have your way?

Margaret! Margaret! Margaret.

Margaret.

- Get off of me! - Please!

- Stop it! - Just listen.

You always do this.

I apologize.

No.

No, I apologize.

Uh, I was attempting to educate my sister.

Her-her lessons have been erratic of late.

- She has a new tutor? - Mm.

I understand.

My tutor was similarly fearsome.

You think me fearsome, Mr. Ferrars?

Heavens, no.

Best not to provoke her, not while she's still armed.

I, uh, thought I might take advantage of this fine morning,

but I can see you're occupied.

No, no. A walk is a sound idea.

Very sound, indeed.

- Oh, but you said I couldn't go... - Come, Margaret.

It is a fine day.

Your father would not have wanted you

to bury your nose in books.

Of course.

Did it make you despise your education, Edward?

Having such a fearsome tutor.

On the contrary, my tutor taught me very much.

Although my mother would say that was beside the point.

What, then, is the point of an education,

if not to educate?

To make a man distinguished, I am told.

But you're not distinguished, Edward.

Margaret! -Oh, dear.

I'm afraid I shall have to borrow

your ruler, Miss Margaret.

It simply will not do

for a young woman to be so perceptive.

You come back here!

Enough of this independent thinking!

Come on!

That's enough.

Enough!

So you know that my brother once bought two canes

because he thought he was more distinguished.

He looked actually like a praying mantis.

And how would Mrs. Ferrars see her son distinguished?

My mother would see me in Parliament,

delivering stirring orations.

Failing that, she would have some hope for me

if only I drove a barouche.

A barouche?

It's tragic, isn't it?

I'm quite without ambition, and I prefer to travel on foot.

Mm.

Well, you must have some ambition, Mr. Ferrars.

I wish as well as everybody else to be happy.

But, like everybody else, it must be in my own way.

And what, pray tell, might make you happy?

I scarcely know, Miss Dashwood.

The Church, perhaps.

A little parish in the countryside.

A family, of which I was proud to be a part.

Well, you seem to know precisely.

Not bad.

MARGARET [laughing]: Harry.

Hello.

Are you okay, Margaret?

Marianne.

To think I once dreaded Edward's arrival.

Now I fervently hope he stays,

at least until Elinor accepts his hand.

But Elinor is indifferent to him.

He has not roused her beyond her usual civility.

It takes more than civility

to keep two young people so attached.

Has she once, these many weeks, left his side?

You are not a natural poser, Mr. Ferrars.

I assure you, my face is quite still.

It is amazing that you can speak without moving your face.

Is my sister not a great talent, Mr. Ferrars?

I fear her talents will be wasted on such a poor subject.

- But you are fond of drawing? - Indeed.

Careful, Mr. Ferrars.

You know not what my sister means by "fond."

Come see such elegance.

Does it not move you?

Excite your senses?

Does it not stir your soul, Edward?

It certainly passes the time.

- Heaven's sake. - Mother!

Come, darling.

EDWARD [hushed]: I fear I made a mistake.

What is it?

Does it not bother you, Elinor,

that Edward has no taste or passion?

You must not mistake his reticence

to express his opinions for their absence.

What of raptures?

Edward is the very last person to be moved to raptures

by his own image.

He's the most modest, the most...

noble man I have ever met.

Elinor!

What is it now?

If you love him, I shall endeavor to.

Well, I... I cannot deny that I think very highly of him.

You think highly of him.

That I, that I like him.

That I, that I greatly esteem him.

"Like him."

"Greatly esteem him."

Elinor, use those words again, I shall leave the room.

Believe my feelings to be stronger than I have declared.

And as for Edward's?

What, has he not shared his opinion?

Hmm.

Well, he has, on occasion, almost.

Perhaps, being so shy, he wants a little encouragement.

Hmm.

Well, his mother desires a grand match.

I can hardly encourage him to defy his family.

- And for what? - For love!

A penniless alternative.

I envy you, Elinor.

I simply cannot content myself with so little.

The man who loves me must burn with it,

with all his passions,

without the slightest restraint or hesitation.

And his tastes must in every point coincide with my own.

If such a man exists.

Indeed.

I despair at ever finding him.

I require so much.

Whoa!

No luck, I'm afraid.

Oh, I cannot thank you enough.

You must have sent hundreds of inquiries.

If I were less concerned with your happiness, Miss Dashwood,

and more with my own, I should send no letters.

Conspire to keep you all here with me.

Miss Dashwood.

There you are.

Now, where is your sister?

Uh, which one, ma'am?

- Do you mean Margaret? - No.

I have that one.

Where is Miss Marianne?

Uh, I believe she's out walking.

Never mind. Two will have to do.

Although your guest did insist on all three.

Are you a Dashwood now, too?

Oh, there you are, my dear.

The state of you.

Oh, no need to stand on ceremony, Mrs. Dashwood,

for I can see...

she is the prettiest girl in the world,

whatever her state.

- Marianne, this is Mrs. Jennings. - Mm.

- Our cousin. - Mm.

- Cousin? - Oh, yes.

Uh, I am the mother of your mother's...

cousin's cousin's...

wife.

You won't get closer relations than that.

I heard about your plight, and I just said to myself,

I said, "I have got to help those girls."

And I knew that the new mistress of Norland

would not object to my coming here unannounced,

for we're all family.

Mm. How considerate you are.

I mean, forgive me, but it's just too ridiculous.

It's tragic, of course,

but how it makes me laugh to think, here you are,

looking for a home, and my son-in-law,

Sir John Middleton, has a cottage to let in Barton,

and you can have it for a trifling sum.

It would have to be trifling indeed, I'm afraid.

And I live just a moment away, so I can visit every single day.

You-you are very kind, Mrs. Jennings.

Al-Although Devonshire is

slightly further than we had contemplated.

Well, excellent.

I'll have you all three married before you know it.

I mean, there is one bachelor,

uh, Colonel Brandon, just returned from the East Indies.

He escorted me all the way here.

And were he not occupied by some mysterious business,

he might have stayed, too.

- You mean to stay? - You would be

quite taken with him, Miss Dashwood.

No, Elinor is already...

Elinor is already what, Mrs. Dashwood?

So, what is his business, Mrs. Jennings?

Oh, hello!

You like the sound of a soldier, do you, Miss Marianne?

From the first I saw you, I thought to myself,

"Now there's a match for our Colonel Brandon."

Oh, really?

Oh, you should always trust my judgment in a match,

for I have both instinct and inclination.

And now that my daughters are married...

...I'm determined to marry everyone else's.

There you are, Fierce.

There you are.

Ah.

So tell me, Mrs. Jennings,

what sort of a man is Colonel Brandon?

If he's so very mysterious, does he have, perhaps,

a... a dark past?

- Marianne. - What?

No, that's my thoughts exactly.

No, no.

He is the kindest man you ever met.

Is that so?

Indeed so. And very rich.

- Oh. Mmm. - Oh? How thrilling.

Uh, he inherited all of Delaford when his brother died.

- Oh, how tragic. - Well, not that he enjoys it.

From the moment he returned,

he's been galloping all over the country.

Galloping all over the country?

EDWARD [hushed]: You and Mrs. Jennings are related, then?

I dare say, no more than you and Mrs. Jennings.

But how beastly I've been.

Here I am insisting that the Dashwoods remove to Devonshire

when Elinor's heart's here in Sussex.

No wonder you thought it was too far, Miss Dashwood.

I've got the measure of you.

Well, we all enjoy Edward's company.

Yes, Edward is popular wherever he goes.

Our mother has high hopes for him.

Her only concern is that Edward is too modest,

too unaware of his own worth.

- Now, Fanny... - It makes him vulnerable

to any penniless young woman who might draw him in.

"Draw him..."

"Draw him in"?

Oh. Oh, Mrs. Dashwood.

I mean, that is too salacious.

"Draw him in." I mean...

On my word, I've never heard of such a...

We'd be most grateful to accept your offer, Mrs. Jennings.

- But Devonshire is miles away. - Mama.

- We will leave at once. - But what about the horses?

But you need not...

I insist.

In which case, I insist that you accept a gift.

There's no need to insist, my love.

I gave my father my word.

We've trespassed for too long on your generosity.

Mama.

Elinor.

Now, listen here, my lad.

- This is something... - FANNY [hushed]: John. John!

- What are you doing? - We don't even like it.

No. No.

Go back inside.

You're ready to depart?

Oh, we are just waiting

for Marianne to finish her farewells.

She's paying her respects to the trees.

- What, all of them? - Yes.

With any luck, we'll leave next week.

Must be painful to quit a place where you have been so happy.

I... remind myself

that it is amongst my family that I'm happiest.

FANNY [in distance]: No, no, no!

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

We are lucky, I suppose.

Not all families share a common disposition.

Certainly not.

I was wondering, Miss Dashwood...

...whether I might ask you...

Yes?

Before you leave...

Shall I escort you out?

Miss Dashwood, I have some urgent business

to attend to in Plymouth, but then I should like very much...

I would like nothing more than to call on you in Barton.

On all of you, that is.

Your mother and sisters, too.

We should all be delighted to see you.

I hope Barton is as nice as Norland.

It's sure to be.

Mama.

At least Fanny doesn't live here.

Do you think Colonel Brandon will be there?

Marianne, slow down.

I am delighted

to see my cottage let to ladies,

for I am a sportsman and despise the thought

of another huntsman on my grounds.

Lucky you have your own place, Colonel.

And my wife is thrilled, too, yeah.

She adores a lively conversation,

just like her mother. Huh?

Please, please. Tuck in.

Lovely. Lovely bit of brain.

Oh, very glad, very glad.

Do try the onion as well.

Picked them myself.

Mrs. Jennings tells us you're often in London, Colonel.

Do you frequent the galleries or attend many dances?

I regret that I have not the time for such diversions.

You prefer the country, then?

The beauty of nature, the thrill of a hunt.

Our host is the real sportsman.

Then what is your passion, Colonel? A man must have one.

I think you'll find most so-called passions are,

in fact, affectations.

Why would anyone pretend to love art or dancing or nature?

As ornaments.

To show off their own good taste.

If I have a passion,

it is a passionate distaste for insincerity.

Something I suspect you can never be accused of.

Then you will not mind my saying, Colonel,

I think a man ought to be at least

artificially passionate, or he'd be sincerely dull.

Marianne.

Yes, Mama?

The weather was fine today, was it not?

Yes, very fine.

At one point, I thought it might rain.

Ooh.

But...

then it didn't.

Are you, uh, partial to lamb?

Hmm?

Oh, just as I'd hoped.

You see how the colonel watches her?

Oh, yes.

Well, he is an excellent shot, after all.

Come, Colonel.

You seem very quiet.

Does not Miss Marianne play very well?

That is why I'm paying her the compliment of attention.

Oh. Oh. You have me there.

I am just hopeless.

- Oh, encore! - We must have more!

- Encore, encore! - We must have more.

Are you fond of music, Colonel?

I was once.

Hearing you play, I suspect I could be again.

What do you think happened to make the colonel

so incapable of exquisite feeling?

Well, he likes you well enough.

Hmm.

I doubt it.

I think he left his heart behind in the East Indies.

And now it is all dried up,

unable to form second attachments.

Well, I am glad our father was capable of a second attachment,

or we would not be here, Marianne,

to indulge such exquisite speculation.

Whoa.

You will no doubt be relieved, Mr. Ferrars,

as Marianne was,

to learn that there are trees in Devonshire.

And though we have constant company,

your visit is the only one I look forward to.

Miss Dashwood?

Hello? Miss Dashwood?

Ah.

You are too generous.

I will see you comfortable.

And, uh, your papers and your post.

You're very kind,

but we are quite capable of going into town.

Oh, nonsense. I ought to have thought of it before.

You've been here for weeks.

Oh. Uh, nothing from your Mr. Ferrars.

Yes, uh, my, uh, mother-in-law told me that you left

your heart behind in Sussex.

No matter.

I shall, uh, try again tomorrow.

And, uh, every day after that.

Come on, girls.

I say, Margaret,

the rent at our cottage is said to be low,

but we have it on very hard terms.

I like the colonel, though.

He's so boring.

And he's three times your age.

Well, he's scarcely 30.

And he's rich.

Now you are trying to offend me.

I've given it much thought.

I have no fortune of my own, no home.

I will love whoever can provide one.

Oh, Margaret.

Well, I do not mind if he inherits or earns it.

I'm no snob.

As long as he's very rich indeed.

"Long as he's very rich indeed."

My goodness.

How can we talk of riches when there is felicity

such as this, Margaret?!

Come on!

Oh, Marianne! Oh, are you hurt?

- Help me up, please. - Can-can you stand?

Okay, okay.

Oh, gosh, no. No.

It's my ankle.

Wait. Okay, wait here. Wait here.

Sir!

Sir! Help us, sir!

Marianne, I found someone.

Here's someone here to save us.

You'll be all right.

Madam, this is most grave.

May I?

Hmm.

It's not exactly what cook made at Norland.

Might it be considered an improvement?

MARGARET [in distance]: Mama!

Margaret?

- Mama! Mama! - Margaret.

Mama! Mama!

Margaret, is everything all right?

It's Marianne. She fell at the beach. She...

- Slow down, dear. - Try to be calm.

And a gentleman saved her.

- A gentleman? - Yes.

Is he handsome?

Oh, well, he must be to behave so nobly.

Elinor, a handsome gentleman saved Marianne's life.

Not her life, good madam.

Merely an ankle.

I do not believe the bone is broken, but she will need rest.

Sit, sir. Dry yourself.

I wouldn't dream of it.

I've already brought a storm into your home.

Oh, please, it's-it's no matter.

Well, might I be permitted to return tomorrow?

To see how the patient progresses.

You must.

I wish her a smooth recovery until then.

Oh.

Nelly.

Nelly, can you fetch some towels?

Sir!

I beg you, to whom are we so obliged?

Mr. Willoughby, ma'am.

Mrs. Dashwood.

And it's my daughter, Marianne, whom you've saved.

Marianne.

Delighted.

Until tomorrow, then, good Mrs. Dashwood.

Hey.

A Mr. Willoughby.

Oh, but it is a fine name.

Margaret, what happened? How did I fall?

Did I look graceful?

What did he look like?

- But you were there. - Did you not look?

I dared not.

Why, because you already had a picture in mind?

His courage and spontaneity are as revealing as any portrait.

And such a noble soul.

I can tell.

Yes, one quite forgets about his boils.

Oh, he does not have boils!

Elinor.

Marianne and Willoughby.

Marianne and Willoughby.

Hmm.

Tales of your fall were grossly exaggerated in town.

You are a picture of health.

As always.

I was never in any real danger.

It can be...

Ah, my dear Misses Dashwoods.

I come bearing gifts.

For you, Miss Marianne.

Mr. Willoughby.

Welcome back.

Mrs. Dashwood.

And for you...

Oh.

- Thank you. - It brings me

no end of joy to see Miss Marianne so well attended.

Ah, yes.

This is Colonel Brandon of Delaford.

He's just returned from the East Indies.

Willoughby is my neighbor,

here every summer to visit his old aunt at Allenham.

Excellent shots, both.

How can we ever thank you, sir?

The restoration of such an exquisite countenance

is thanks enough.

I shudder to think what danger I might have

been in were you not there, Mr. Willoughby.

Ah, yes, we are,

uh, lucky to have Willoughby.

I must throw a party, huh?

A party?

Yes, at my last little hop, he danced from 8:00 until 4:00

without once sitting down.

Are you fond of dancing, Mr. Willoughby?

Indeed, I often find myself brought to raptures.

Oh.

Come, Colonel.

We must leave the young ones to their sport.

When you are recovered, Miss Marianne,

perhaps we might dance together.

I wish you a swift...

I promise to exhaust you.

I wish you a smooth recovery, Miss Marianne.

Better luck next time.

All right, Colonel, I'll see you at the hop.

"I wish you a smooth recovery, Marianne."

Your sister seems happy.

Yes, excessively so.

Must a limit be enforced?

Not to what happiness she may feel,

but she will insist on making every feeling known.

Her honesty does her credit.

I once knew a lady who greatly resembled your sister...

Forgive me.

I cannot desire any change in Marianne.

Such spirit is all too rare.

Ah, beautiful, beautiful.

Well, I have never seen

such an elegant dancer.

Even when I took my tumble?

What tumble?

I saw none.

I challenge any man who said he did.

Next time we dance, it ought to be in London.

We will dazzle everyone with our idea of elegance.

London.

Are they awfully refined in London?

They are sick with refinement.

I'll show you.

Put me down! Put me down! No.

You leaving us, Colonel?

That Colonel Brandon is just the sort of man

whom everybody praises and nobody likes.

- Stop. Stop. - It's true.

Well, no doubt it pertains to

his late brother's wife.

I mean, the colonel's been all over the country

in search of her.

We must not let his departure ruin our fun.

The next dance, Miss Dashwood.

Oh.

I am perfectly content here.

She has wanted to dance all evening.

Ooh, not waiting for

our elusive Mr. Ferrars, are we?

You'd be doing me a favor.

You know how fond I am of dancing.

Yes, on you go.

Oh, very good!

Oh! Oh.

Oh, very nice.

"My Damon was the first to wake

"The gentle flame that cannot die;

"My Damon is the last to take

"The faithful bosom's softest sigh:

"The life between is nothing worth,

"O cast it from thy thought away!

"Think of the day that it gave birth,

"And this its sweet returning day.

"Buried be all that has been done,

"Or say that naught is done amiss;

"For who the dangerous path can show

"In such bewildering world as this?

"But love can every fault forgive,

"Or with a tender look reprove;

"And now let naught in memory live

But that we meet, and that we love."

MARIANNE and MR. WILLOUGHBY: ♪ Oh, fare you well ♪

♪ My own true love ♪

♪ Oh, fare you well ♪

♪ For a while ♪

♪ I'm going away ♪

♪ But I'll come again ♪

♪ If I go 10,000 miles ♪

♪ The crow that is ♪

♪ So black, my love ♪

♪ Will surely fade to white ♪

♪ And if I ever prove false ♪

♪ To the one I love ♪

♪ Bright days ♪

♪ Shall turn to night. ♪

Can I have a turn? Please, Marianne.

You'll have to ask Willoughby.

She was a special gift for me.

Oh, Marianne. She's beautiful.

Sir John has gone too far.

She's not from Sir John.

She's from Willoughby.

We... We've not a stable.

- Or the money to feed it. - Her name's Queen Mab.

- Heaven preserve us. - Queen Mab. -

I'm sure Willoughby can scarcely afford it.

He's entirely dependent on his aunt at Allenham.

Must you always preach caution?

If I'm to fall, I would rather it be from a great height.

Queen Mab will be off to her new home

soon enough, my dear.

Mr. Willoughby has requested a private audience tomorrow.

Oh.

Oh, Mama.

How will we do without her?

We will miss her, dear.

But she will be happy.

MARGARET [in distance]: Elinor.

Where are they?

It cannot take so long to say yes.

We bought buns.

And... the post.

From Edward?

Mm.

They will have a joint wedding.

You could not have asked for better brothers,

between Willoughby and Edward.

He's not coming.

But he promised.

He writes that business will detain him in London

at least until the new year.

Oh, my dear.

Nonsense.

This is a happy day.

Marianne will be back any moment.

Marianne.

He's gone.

Gone?

What do you mean, "gone"?

Gone where?

To London.

His aunt sends him there on business.

- No. - Oh, Marianne.

Must London have all the men?

Margaret.

How long are you to be parted, my dear?

He shall not retu-- return to Allenham for...

Mama, my heart.

Oh.

But he did not break with you.

He will visit.

They always say that, though.

- Hush. - Margaret.

He will not return for 12 months.

12 months?

Can love withstand such a separation?

A love like yours, dear.

- I'm not going. - But Mrs. Jennings is

very eager that we dine with her daughter.

We dine with Sir John and Lady Middleton incessantly.

Her other daughter, Mrs. Palmer.

I have not the fortitude for company, Elinor.

Well, you must locate some.

She's off to London tomorrow.

This is our only chance to meet her.

She lives in London?

I suppose we could do with more varied acquaintances.

With any luck, Mrs. Palmer will resemble

neither her sister nor her mother.

Oh, you are, both of you,

the prettiest women in the world.

Isn't that right, Mr. Palmer?

Oh, Mr. Palmer is such a wit.

He always ignores me when I talk.

Watch.

Mr. Palmer. Mr. Palmer?

Are you pretending not to hear me?

Darling, this is called a newspaper.

I'm reading it.

Oh, a newspaper.

How droll.

Oh, this is why I insisted on

bringing a companion to London.

Mr. Palmer's witticisms leave me quite breathless.

Do you perhaps require another companion?

Oh, my Lucy is worth more than 100 companions.

Not only is she the prettiest woman in the world

but also the most tragic.

Her mother left a large fortune, but when her father remarried,

he gave it to his second family.

Sons. [chuckles] All sons.

Can you imagine? Poor Lucy.

You must be proud, Mrs. Jennings,

to have made such fine matches for both of your daughters.

Oh, you-you should have seen the match I made for myself.

Oh.

And-and I was not at all pretty.

And I hear you are a notable sportsman, Sir John.

Oh.

Although I haven't had much opportunity of late.

It has rained for 12 days now.

How admirable you are, Lady Middleton,

to follow the weather so assiduously.

Oh.

Yes. She does.

Miss Dashwood,

I have heard so much about you.

Well, if you heard it from Mrs. Jennings,

I dare say I'll disappoint you.

She is excessively fond of everyone.

That trait's hereditary, I fear.

No, I heard about you through a mutual acquaintance.

Oh?

A Mr. Ferrars.

From Edward?

Mr. Ferrars paid me a special visit

in Plymouth just recently.

What did he say?

Um...

That is, was Mr. Ferrars well?

He said you made his time at Norland perfectly tolerable.

- Very nice. - Wonderful.

It is such a shame you shan't be in London, Miss Marianne.

Mm, all the matches are made there.

Are they indeed?

Mama, couldn't you do with a companion?

Or two.

That is quite the most excellent idea.

London, London, London.

I must have all the colors of ribbons for London.

I want to go to London.

Why, so you can seek your fortune?

Don't encourage her.

I hate Mrs. Jennings.

She's just lonely, dearest.

She's lost her husband and now her daughters.

Which is why you have to stay here and keep me company.

Miss Dashwood!

Marianne!

You're back, Colonel.

Just this morning.

What a shame.

Elinor and I are off to London this very day.

Will you see Mr. Willoughby in London?

That possibility is one of its chief attractions.

Possibility? So nothing has been arranged?

Our arrangements are hardly your concern.

I apologize.

I presumed when Mr. Willoughby quit Barton,

he had ceased contact with all its inhabitants.

You could not believe him capable of

severing his friendships so savagely.

I do not mean to offend him,

although I know him capable of far worse.

Then what do you mean, Colonel?

I'm trying to ascertain, for your sake, Miss Marianne,

the nature of the understanding between you and Mr. Willoughby.

We understand each other perfectly.

Then to you, I wish all imaginable happiness.

And to Mr. Willoughby, that he will endeavor to deserve you.

Do you think Mr. Willoughby will be there

to greet us when we arrive?

Dearest, he will not know where to find us.

You have not disclosed Mrs. Jennings' address.

Edward may also be aware of it.

Marianne.

It is not our place to summon visitors.

It is not our house.

"It is not our place to summon visitors, Elinor.

It is not our house."

There is just so much

to see and do.

There's the Royal Academy.

You will love that, Elinor.

All those gloomy landscapes.

And then there's portraits by, um,

Mr. Reynolds and Mr., um, Gainsborough.

That is, of course,

if we make it past the next stretch.

Brace yourself, my dears.

There might be highwaymen ahead.

Oh. Or worse, potholes.

Thank you.

Oh.

Where was I?

Oh, yes.

We have Hatchards for books,

and we have St. James for fashion.

I bought this in St. James's,

and it did very well for a whole season.

Decorations were all the latest fashion.

Careful, my dears, not to breathe.

The stench... can be quite overwhelming.

The only drawback.

I'm not the greatest art fan.

I-I think you're like me, Miss Marianne.

You like fashion.

The moment we get back,

we should just get ready, and the following day,

we should go shopping immediately.

Isn't that right? Won't we?

Yes, gloves, handkerchiefs,

and, also, we have very good umbrella shops.

There we are.

Beautifully driven.

Lovely journey.

So glad we've arrived.

Hello, Ross.

Come on in, Miss Dashwoods.

Yes.

I just hope there are coals aplenty.

We will need baths all round.

I mean to boil...

myself alive.

Ladies, I will show you your rooms.

Oh, thank you, Joseph.

And which of you is Miss Elinor Dashwood?

A Mr. Ferrars called for you.

See?

London is just as I expected.

Come, ladies. Much to explore.

Ooh, it's cold.

Oh, my sister and I talked the whole way,

didn't we?

Mr. Palmer was very witty. He threatened to make us walk.

Oh.

Well, Mr. Palmer can enjoy peace and quiet the whole day.

Do you anticipate we shall be out all day?

Oh, uh, patience, my dear.

We are eagerly awaiting a visit from a certain Mr. Willoughby.

But it is not visiting weather.

When it is fine, the men hunt.

So true, Lady Middleton.

Please tell us, when can we look forward to bad weather?

Miss Dashwood.

You might think this question odd,

but as you and Mr. Ferrars are so well acquainted,

I wonder whether you have yet met his mother.

I have never seen Mrs. Ferrars in my life.

I am sure you are itchingly curious as to why I inquired.

And please believe I have my reasons.

Though I'm not at liberty to share them.

I can assure you, Miss Steele, I have no need of them.

Very well.

I see I shall have to tell you.

I inquired after Mrs. Ferrars because I have,

for many years now, been engaged to her son.

- Engaged? - It's a great secret.

His family does not approve of the match,

and I can scarcely blame them, for I am so very penniless.

So you are engaged to Mr. Robert Ferrars?

No.

To Edward.

I beg your pardon, but...

we cannot mean the same Edward Ferrars.

The very same.

You must allow, I am not deceived as to the identity

of the man on whom all my happiness depends.

And yet, in all that time at Norland,

I never once heard him mention your name.

Oh, darling Edward.

He's so discreet.

He speaks so fondly of you, Miss Dashwood.

He thinks of you almost as a sister.

Come, Elinor.

I finally escaped Lady Middleton.

Are you writing to Willoughby again?

I'm writing to Combe Magna,

for I have had no response from his London address.

Dearest, you...

you do have reason to believe his affections remain constant?

Despite his silence?

And you have reason to believe Edward's have changed?

Whatever makes you say that?

Your anxious state these past days.

Anyone would think you were dreading his visit.

Nonsense.

I'm not anxious.

- Who is it? - I did not see.

A Mr. Ferrars for Miss Dashwood.

- Mr. Ferrars. - Miss Dashwood.

Please, sit.

After my last letter, you must think me unforgivably rude.

Oh, it is no matter.

Th-There is something I must explain.

Oh, I so hope so.

My conduct at Norland was shameful.

I ought to have been more guarded.

Although perhaps I only flatter myself

that my feelings were reciprocated.

I am...

I have been for some time now...

Miss Dashwood, I am engaged.

It's not true.

To a Miss Lucy Steele.

I see.

I see.

Well...

...you have my congratulations, Mr. Ferrars.

I wish you both every happiness.

Please, Elinor...

Do you mean to humiliate me, Mr. Ferrars?

Humiliate you?

What else am I to conclude when you so transparently

came here today seeking some...

some outburst of emotion?

I came here to apologize.

A letter would have sufficed.

Indeed, it-it being such a long-standing engagement,

you've had abundant time to write.

I did not know I was engaged.

Your humility stretches credibility.

It would be extremely difficult for a man of your intelligence

not to notice his own engagement.

When I was a child, it was always my mother's design

that I should marry Miss Steele.

Is your mother to be held responsible

for every detail of your circumstance?

That is most unfair.

The match was arranged for the benefit of both our families,

but when Miss Steele lost her fortune,

my mother insisted that I break with her.

I refused.

I would not add to all her suffering

the scandal of a broken engagement.

I wrote to Miss Steele and declared myself

still bound to her even if it cost me my family.

Your honor, then, is worth more to you than your fortune?

For years, we had no correspondence.

As soon as you left Norland, Miss Dashwood,

I sought an audience.

I assumed-- I hoped Miss Steele's silence

meant that she had found a better prospect.

But she will marry you?

There is to be no release from my engagement.

But you cannot love her.

I would not wish to insult Miss Steele,

except to say that at the time

when I first assured her of my constancy,

I thought only of what was right.

Had I known love then,

I might have afforded it greater consideration.

Forgive me.

Miss Dashwood?

MARIANNE [in distance]: Elinor?

I saw him leave.

Did you quarrel?

Oh, not at all.

We parted friends.

"Friends"? You must be heartbroken.

Elinor, come, there is no shame in admitting...

Don't be ridiculous.

We were always friends.

Good.

Then we need never trouble to confide in one another.

I because I conceal nothing

and you because you reveal nothing.

Marianne.

- "Friends"? - Yes.

I never heard of such nonsense.

I mean, your sister might choose to hide her emotions,

but his are plain to see.

I mean, there's no surer proof of a young man's affections

than his eagerness to visit.

Oh, no. Oh, no. Don't be downcast.

I have good news to relay.

Yes?

My daughter is to give her winter ball.

Do you think...

Oh, yes, my dear.

I think your Mr. Willoughby is bound to be there.

And-and Mr. Ferrars, too, of course.

This time, I shall not sit out a single dance.

And neither shall you, Mrs. Jennings.

Oh, goodness me.

Now, who's going to dance with me?

I shall dance with you.

Oh.

- Oh. - Welcome, my lady.

Uh, thank you. There are three of us.

This way, please. This way.

Mama.

Well, it's true.

Oh, Miss Dashwood.

I am aquiver.

Edward has arrived.

Don't look.

- He's not here. - Be patient.

You might have passed each other in your search.

You stay here. I'm going to take another turn.

No, Marianne...

You cannot imagine what we suffer in such proximity.

Permitted to talk but never to express our true feelings.

To look but never to tou--

Believe me, nobody would guess at your affections.

Do you really think so?

Well, then I am safe to spend the evening by his side.

Oh, you give me such courage, Miss Dashwood.

Elinor.

I do not believe you have met my brother-in-law,

Robert Ferrars.

Miss Elinor Dashwood, my sister.

Half sister.

Delighted.

Haven't you done well to get yourself to London?

Our acquaintances are most generous in Devonshire.

- Derbyshire, eh? - No, sir, Devon--

I have a friend in Derbyshire. Perhaps you know him.

Lord Courtland?

Um, Fanny, who is that delightful creature?

Don't you start.

Mama worked very hard to rid ourselves of any connection

with Miss Lucy Steele.

Miss Steele.

Uh, excuse me.

I-I ought to look for my sister.

Ought to look for a man of fortune, more like.

Oh, my dove.

Mm.

- Mr. Ferrars. - Miss Dashwood.

- You look wonderful. - I just met your brother.

Ah.

Did you explain to him that his acquaintances from school

are not, in fact, renowned all over the country?

Miss Dashwood, I wonder whether...

Perhaps we ought to dance.

It is a ball, after all.

Hmm. Hmm.

Willoughby!

Will--

Willoughby!

Oh, Miss Dashwood.

Mrs. Jennings.

I've been looking everywhere.

I must speak with you.

What is it?

Mr. Willoughby has arrived.

I'm told he's arm in arm with a Miss Grey.

"That cannot be true," I said,

"for he is promised to our Miss Marianne."

I mean, their engagement is known all over the town.

And I've told everybody.

Excuse me. Apologies.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

At last. Willoughby.

Good evening, Miss Dashwood.

What's wrong?

I trust your family is well.

Good God, Willoughby.

What is the meaning of this?

Did you not receive my letters?

Miss Dashwood, might I introduce you to Miss Grey?

This is Miss Marianne Dashwood, whom I've told you about.

From the little cottage in the country.

Oh.

Delighted.

Miss Grey and I are engaged to be married.

Excuse me.

- Excuse me. - Oh.

- Excuse me. - Oh. Oh.

Marianne. Marianne.

Willoughby!

Willoughby.

Willoughby. I don't understand.

I don't...

Marianne.

I don't understand.

Marianne, leave him.

But I don't...

Come on.

It's all right. I'm so sorry.

Mark my words, it will be an unhappy match.

Uh, for it's always dangerous

when there's too much money on one side.

MRS. JENNINGS [through door]: There now, my dear.

I have just the thing for you.

Fine Constantia wine.

It-it cured my husband's gout, you know.

Will I never have peace?

I have told her you're asleep.

I do not understand.

He's not free to form other attachments, is he?

Marianne, has he broken your engagement?

We never had one.

It was every day implied but never declared.

But your conduct.

You accepted his gifts. You-you went to Allenham.

I never meant to deceive.

Oh, dearest, nobody could believe you capable of deceit.

And given his conduct, you can hardly be reproached.

Then why do I, and why have I detected reproach

these many weeks?

You think I ought to have lied about my feelings

until he was on bent knee?

Not lied.

You might have shown more restraint.

Had I felt less, I would have been capable of more.

But I will not apologize for my sincerity.

He can apologize because his feelings were always false!

No, I-I do believe he loved you.

But how could he and treat me with such indifference?

You saw how-how cold he was tonight,

and I-I have been in agony these past weeks

wondering whether he had died.

Why didn't you confide in me?

Because you are always right!

And I wish that you weren't.

I wish...

I wish that bitterness were not wisdom

and that gentlemen deserved the name.

How awful it must be, Elinor...

...to expect so little

and to always, always be right.

If you give me leave, Mrs. Jennings,

I will drink that wine myself.

Certainly.

My dear Miss Dashwood.

Your sister and your friend, Mr. Ferrars,

left the ball tonight in great distress.

I would enlist your help to relieve them both.

For weeks, I have agonized over whether to reveal

what I know of Mr. Willoughby.

Perhaps it will help Marianne to know

the fate she has avoided.

I defer to your judgment, Miss Dashwood.

I know it's difficult to hear,

but Willoughby has a history.

He seduced a widowed woman, then abandoned her.

She was with child.

But I love him.

But he has no heart, Marianne.

No honor, no real feeling.

Oh, Miss Dashwoods, you must come down.

- Your brother's here. - Our brother?

Fanny, too.

It's just torment after torment.

She is in the greatest distress.

Come.

Edward engaged to Lucy?

Elinor.

Fanny has borne it all

with the fortitude of an angel.

When I see Edward next, I will kill him.

And to think, Miss Steele is such an attractive girl

with scarcely any flaws.

She's a vain, manipulative panderer.

How brave of you to say so.

I have always praised your boldness,

haven't I, John?

Haven't I?

You've-you've certainly mentioned it.

Mama means to disinherit them.

Edward will be quite...

ruined.

I suppose Edward's ruin

will make you your mother's heir, Mr. Ferrars.

At least we can trust Robert.

Oh, Lord, but they will be so poor.

I will see what I can give them towards furnishing their house.

That villain.

Did you have any notion?

It is not what you think.

Their engagement was fixed by his mother years ago.

When Miss Steele lost her fortune, Edward chose

to honor his promise against his mother's wishes.

How long have you known?

Edward explained it all when we first came to London.

Elinor, have you never told him how you feel?

Would you have him be another Willoughby?

Abandon one engagement as soon as he finds

a more pleasing prospect?

God forbid you might have to betray your feelings.

Marianne.

No doubt you'll be spared that indignity.

Edward will make an offer shortly.

Edward is engaged to Lucy.

Lucy won't want him now. He has no inheritance.

She won't wait around for him to find a profession.

Brandon has given him one.

He has offered Edward the vicarage at Delaford.

I am to relay the news tomorrow.

Why on earth would the colonel care?

He's never even met Edward.

He says he knows too well

the pain of dividing people in love.

But Edward loves you!

It makes no difference.

Resigning yourself to the match

is something I can endeavor to understand.

But actively facilitating it...

I'm sorry, Elinor, you cannot truly love him.

You are not capable of understanding

because you think true passion can never be checked.

Not even for the sake of others, for what is right!

Do you expect me to deny Edward the profession

he always wanted just to secure my own happiness?!

We are the same, Edward and I.

Indeed, when he told me the very circumstances

which are to divide us forever,

he only proved how perfectly we are matched.

I-I did not know that he...

...that you truly believe him to be your match.

If you can ever think me capable of feeling,

surely you may suppose that I have suffered now.

Oh, Elinor, how barbarous I have been.

I want to go home.

I cannot think why the colonel should take

an interest in my profession.

He is a very kind man.

You know him well, then?

Mm. We are close neighbors at Barton.

So his vicarage at Delaford...

I'm to be your neighbor, too?

I suppose so.

Miss Dashwood, you must know that my only thought

in promising myself to Miss Steele all those years ago

was to save her from ruin.

But if, by the match,

I should cause the ruin of someone else's happiness...

You're a man of your word, Mr. Ferrars.

It is a most admirable quality.

I could break with her, Elinor.

You shall do no such thing.

- One word from you... - I cannot!

I will not compel you

to undo the best, the most noble thing you have ever done.

You should not like yourself if you did.

And I should not esteem you, either.

So we will marry.

I wish you every happiness.

You have been the dearest friend to me, Miss Dashwood.

The dearest I have ever known.

And you to me.

How lucky we are, Colonel,

that you were here to escort us all the way back to Barton.

Thank you.

To think, no matches at all.

And two such excellent women.

I don't know what's wrong with London.

The north wing that was built

was completely my doing.

And Mrs. Palmer...

Well, she, of course, wasn't Mrs. Palmer then.

She was Miss Jennings.

You are too good, Mr. Palmer,

to allow us to break our journey here.

Yes, yes. Come inside.

It's warm and quiet.

Oh, dear.

- How nice to be here. - Colonel.

Looks like rain, Marianne.

Oh.

No, take this, too, dear.

And remember, if you see the fountain,

just stop and turn back.

We don't want you running into that good-for-nothing.

Does Mr. Willoughby live nearby?

Regrettably.

I never saw such a vile house as Combe Magna.

I loathe it with a passion.

You loathe everything.

A man must have his passions, or else he'd be dull.

Willoughby!

- Miss Marianne. - Oh.

See, see?

I knew she would catch her death.

- Oh. Oh. - She's only wet.

And we'll soon have her dry.

Ooh, you poor girl.

Mr. Palmer, some cherry brandy, please.

Of course.

You cannot sleep?

When I close my eyes, I return to Barton.

To this past summer.

He fooled all of us, Miss Marianne.

So what you wrote in your letter is true?

The widow Willoughby seduced was known to me.

Eliza was an orphan under the guardianship of my father.

Many years ago, we hoped to marry.

But when she turned 20,

she was married to my elder brother.

Not before she and I, we, uh...

I dare say it is difficult to imagine, knowing me as you do.

You did not...?

Elope, yes.

You must have been in a very great passion.

We had no success.

She married my brother, Delaford was saved,

and I took a commission in the East Indies

and was there until my brother died.

It was only then that I realized how he had lived.

Their marriage was most unhappy.

After so many years of maltreatment,

Eliza escaped with the first man to show her affection.

When Willoughby realized it was I, not her,

who was to inherit Delaford, he abandoned her.

It took me months to find her...

Colonel.

...and to find out who the villain was

who had left her in such a condition.

And where is your Miss Eliza now?

She...

She is dead.

The child with her.

Ooh, she won't be able

to travel in this condition.

It's my fault.

I thought she was choosing frailty,

and if she only resolved to stop suffering...

There, there, Miss Dashwood.

Blame... will not help her now.

Come.

We have work to do.

The young lady is in a very grave way.

There is little to do but wait.

You must stay, all of you,

until she is recovered.

Not all.

I can tend to her from here.

Don't be absurd, child.

I removed Miss Marianne from her mother.

I intend to supply a mother's loving care.

Has her mother not been sent for?

I would rather wait until she is recovered.

If Mama sees her in this state...

There may be no such opportunity.

- Oh. - Good God.

Allow me, Miss Dashwood. I will leave at once.

ELINOR [crying]: Are you sure?

I will be of some use.

Thank you.

All right, all right.

All right.

Go on out.

You cannot leave me, Marianne.

Mama?

Mama, she's saved!

Her fever is abated.

- Tell me. - Willoughby?

Tell me it's true.

Tell me! Is she out of danger?

We hope she is.

Sir, you are in no state...

Yes, I am drunk, but...

...you have no idea what I felt in the village

in hearing that your sister was dying.

What you ought to feel, and I certainly do,

is that your coming here requires

a very particular excuse.

Marianne must know that I love her.

No love permits the callousness you displayed!

I confess, my intentions were not always honorable.

At first, I thought of my own amusement, but in time...

Elinor.

That summer at Barton was the happiest of my life,

and I would have made her an offer

had I not heard word of a tragedy.

There were rumors which threatened my position.

Colonel Brandon told us the "rumors," as you call them.

Upon my soul, I did not know about the child!

I did not know.

I...

Eliza was a...

...worldly woman.

I thought when I left her

that she would return to Delaford unharmed.

Well, I am relieved to hear it,

for it pained us both to think you such a villain.

I am relieved beyond measure to know

that I have not lost your friendship.

But between villainy and friendship,

there is a vast range of conduct.

You cannot think that yours

towards my sister warrants any affection!

I never made her any promises.

Indeed, I took great care not to...

Oh, you took very great care!

Indeed, it is only with the utmost care

that one can pull off such a trick!

- What trick? - You raised her hopes

with meticulous attentions,

then by scrupulous silence you prolonged her anguish.

Elinor?

Ah, Mama, at last!

Where is she? Where is my girl?

Good God.

Marianne, is...

She is saved. Mama...

Colonel, will you please show my mother to Marianne?

While I escort Mr. Willoughby out.

But I've not seen Marianne.

You did not come here to see my sister, sir.

You came to soothe

your own conscience, which is justifiably troubled.

Elinor, I did not know you were capable of such incivility.

I dare say, I do not know what I'm capable of.

Willoughby!

I will not ask again.

Come with me.

You forget yourself, sir.

This is not your home, nor is it the regiment.

Now!

Elinor. What's this of Willoughby?

- Is he in the house? - He was.

Oh, the cheek of him.

I'll tell him what I think of him!

I dare say, there's no need.

I think the colonel just challenged him.

They mean to duel?

Good heavens, child!

Why didn't you say so?

Oh.

Careful, dearest.

- You're not well. - I want to see!

Trust me, they never shoot.

Pistols.

They have pistols.

Marianne. Careful, careful.

Careful. Careful.

Marianne.

And no seconds.

Nor a doctor.

Do you think that they will count to ten?

'Cause I have heard that 15 is often...

Shh!

Your count, Mr. Willoughby.

One.

Two.

Three. Four.

He'll turn around.

Five.

One of them will turn around.

- Six. - They're not stopping.

I can't bear it.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten!

Heavens above.

Oh.

I thought there was going to be a slaughter.

I knew the colonel to be capable of great passion.

Passion? I've never seen such rage.

But his courage. Did you see his poise, Mama?

Quickly. Quickly.

Come.

We must show our disapproval.

Yes, yes.

Or they will do it every day.

Yes. A-A duel should be kept for a special occasion.

Uh, just a moment!

Uh, come in.

Oh, Colonel.

Miss Marianne.

You're out of danger.

You're not hurt?

Mr. Willoughby is unharmed.

Uh, she was asking after you.

Oh.

I'm quite well, Miss Marianne.

What is it, dearest?

Calm yourself, Mama.

What ails her?

She is only happy.

Oh.

You're alive!

Mmm.

Was London marvelous?

Not at all.

Places are like people, Margaret.

They are never what we expect.

No one would think you had lately been so ill,

Miss Marianne.

You are your same old self.

Not exactly the same, I hope.

You're just the same to me.

But I am radically altered.

Is that so?

Do you mock me, sir?

No.

Do you think me foolish?

If I say you are unaltered, it is only because your energy,

your passion, they have not been subdued

as they might have been in...

...in someone less remarkable.

My illness gave me occasion for serious reflection.

You'll find I have abandoned all my most cherished maxims.

Surely you still maintain

your prohibition against second attachments?

That was what persuaded me to sickness in the first place.

I was truly convinced I should never feel anything again.

How wrong I was.

And how glad to be wrong.

Am I to infer, Miss Marianne...

Forgive me...

but do you mean...

Do you think you can imagine, in time,

feeling for another as you once did for Mr. Willoughby?

I do.

In time, I believe I could feel much more.

Come on.

Marianne! It's Edward.

Where have you been?

- What about him? - He's married.

Sir John and Lady Middleton just got back from London.

All anyone can talk about is the wedding.

Come on.

To think of both of my girls

suffering so.

And how were you rewarded for your fortitude, Elinor?

With neglect.

Oh, what sort of mother am I?

I'm so sorry.

I'm not.

I've had a long time to grow accustomed to the prospect.

And after all...

After all that is bewitching in the idea of

one's happiness depending entirely on another person...

...it is not meant...

...it is not fit...

It is not always possible.

Would that I had your self-possession, Elinor.

It's Edward.

We know.

He's coming.

He's coming now.

Oh, he is the last...

the very last person I wish to see today.

We can excuse you, dearest.

No.

No, leave me.

I must face him.

Of course.

Come.

Come.

I will be mistress of myself.

Oh. Miss Dashwood.

Mr. Ferrars.

I gather congratulations are in order.

You've heard the news, then?

Just this morning.

Well, a-as you can imagine, Lucy has never been happier.

I...

Your-your mother and sisters are well, I hope.

Marianne has been ill.

- Oh. I'm so sorry. I... - In fact,

I ought to tend to her, so...

So if you have no particular business, perhaps you might

- pass on my felicitations... - No. No.

I apologize, but there was one thing.

The last time we spoke, in London,

I fear I forced you into an impossible position.

Please, I have resolved never to think of it.

What you did for me, what Brandon did,

although I can only imagine it was you who persuaded him...

I can assure you, Colonel Brandon acted

of his own volition.

So it was not...

So I was wrong for detecting, in the offer,

and the manner in which it was relayed,

your personal concern for my happiness?

I am interested in the well-being

of all my friends and neighbors.

I see.

I had thought, perhaps, it spoke of something more...

We have always been friends, Mr. Ferrars.

I have never expressed otherwise.

Indeed, I wonder at you coming here today

to interrogate me on the matter.

I had thought better of you.

I understand.

My apologies. I...

I have been most foolish.

Most foolish, indeed.

I will take no more of your time.

You've been very brave, my dear.

So, you've heard the news.

Mrs. Jennings.

Oh.

Well, I've j-just passed Mr. Ferrars on the way out,

and he looks almost as sad as you four.

And why wouldn't he be?

With Miss Steele marrying...

his younger brother. Oh.

- Robert? - Yes.

Does she not mind which Mr. Ferrars?

Well, as long as he's the heir.

Has she no shame?

Why, Lucy has nothing.

She's no money, no family and no education.

I mean, we can hardly judge her.

So Lucy is Mrs. Robert Ferrars?

Yes.

Not Mrs. Edward Ferrars?

No.

- Elinor. Go. - Go!

- Go, dear. - Go.

Go!

Go.

Edward.

Mr. Ferrars!

Miss Dashwood.

Are you all right?

You're not married?

No.

Indeed, it is to you, to you and Colonel Brandon

that I owe my freedom.

To me?

Brandon's offer made a life

without my mother's assistance possible.

Lucy did not want such a life.

Oh, Miss Dashwood, the last thing I wish is

to humiliate you again.

I love you, Elinor.

I have since we met.

You know what I have to offer. It is not much, but...

It is as much as I have ever wanted.

Oh, they're coming. They're coming.

Oh.

Yeah!

I always knew they were a match.

- So did I. - No, you didn't.

Mrs. Dashwood, I ought to have asked your permission.

Come here, you silly boy.

Oh, isn't it great, Miss Marianne?

What will your income be?

Is the rectory at Delaford very grand?

We must celebrate.

We must celebrate!

- Yes. Why not? - Another party!

Yeah, a party. Why not?

I knew it.

Did you know? You could tell?

Of course I knew.

♪ The trees they grow so high ♪

♪ And the leaves they do grow green ♪

♪ And many a cold winter's night ♪

♪ My love and I have seen ♪

♪ Oh, the cold winter's night, my love ♪

♪ You and I alone have been ♪

♪ Whilst my bonny boy is young ♪

♪ He's a-growing ♪

♪ O Father, dearest Father ♪

♪ You've done to me great wrong ♪

♪ You've tied me to a boy ♪

♪ When you know he is too young ♪

♪ O daughter, dearest daughter ♪

♪ If you wait for a little while ♪

♪ A lady you shall be while he's growing ♪

♪ I'll send your love to college ♪

♪ All for a year or two ♪

♪ And then, in the meantime ♪

♪ He will do for you ♪

♪ I'll buy him white ribbons ♪

♪ Tie them round his bonny waist ♪

♪ To let the ladies know that he's married ♪

♪ To let the ladies know that he's married ♪

♪ I went up to the college ♪

♪ And I looked over the wall ♪

♪ Saw four and 20 gentlemen ♪

♪ Playing at bat and ball ♪

♪ I called to my true love ♪

♪ But they would not let him come ♪

♪ All because he was a young boy ♪

♪ And growing ♪

♪ A young boy and growing ♪

♪ At the age of 16 ♪

♪ He was a married man ♪

♪ And at the age of 17 ♪

♪ He was a father to a son ♪

♪ And at the age of 18 ♪

♪ The grass grew over him ♪

♪ Cruel death soon put an end ♪

♪ To his growing ♪

♪ And now my love is dead ♪

♪ And in his grave doth lie ♪

♪ The green grass grows o'er him ♪

♪ So very, very high ♪

♪ I sit and I mourn his fate ♪

♪ Until the day I die ♪

♪ And I'll watch o'er his child ♪

- ♪ While he's growing ♪ - ♪ While he's growing. ♪