All language subtitles for Daniel Deronda (2002) - Part 2

Thank God you bear
it so well, darling.

Mamma! Here I am,
Mrs. Grandcourt.

What else would you
have me be?

you were ready to die
with vexation

when you thought
I would not be Mrs. Grandcourt.
Hush, child.

How could I help feeling it
when I am parting from you?

I can bear anything gladly
if you are happy.

How could I not be?

I shall have everything
at my beck and call.

I shall enjoy
everything gloriously -

splendid houses and horses...

and always loving you
better than anybody else
in the world.

Oh, my sweet child.

I shan’t be jealous
if you love your
husband better.

I mean, he will expect
to be first.

Rather a ridiculous
expectation.

But I don’t mean
to treat him ill
unless he deserves it.

(laughs)

I wish you were
going with me, Mamma.

(woman singing opera)

These will be our dens.

You’ll like
to be quiet here
until dinner, I think.

Yes.
Good.

We shall dine early.

’til later, then.

You can tell the maid
to leave everything.

I shan’t want her again
unless I ring.
Very good, ma’am.

Here is a packet
just arrived, ma’am.

Oh, good.

Thank you.

Lydia’s voice:
“These diamonds,

“which were given
with ardent love to me,

“I now pass on to you.

“You have broken
your word to me

“and chosen to injure me
and my children.

You will have
your punishment.”

“You will have
your punishment.

The man you have married
has a withered heart.”

I am the grave in which
your happiness is buried
as well as mine.

The wrong you have done me
will be your curse.

(Gwendolen crying)

Ah.

(crying)

Come here.

No!

Come here, I said.

Don’t touch me!

What’s the matter with you?

Stand still.

Stand.

There.

There.

That’s better.

Rest yourself against me.

No! No!

No?

Don’t be such a damned
little coquette, Gwendolen.

It’s my turn now.
Don’t you understand?

You’re my wife now.
Come.

(crying)

Get up here. Go!

(vendors hawking their wares)

(speaking Hebrew)

(asking a question)

(coughs)

Uhh!

(speaking Hebrew)

Mirah’s voice:
I don’t know
whether my mother

is still alive,
or my brother.

Daniel’s voice:
Their name is Lapidoth?

No. Cohen.
Sarah Cohen and Ezra Cohen.

Can I help you, sir?

What is the price
of this book?

What are you disposed
to give for it?

Don’t you know its value?

I know the value,
but I don’t know
the market price.

Are you interested
in Jewish history?

Yes.

I - I’m interested
in all kinds of history.

But particularly
Jewish history?

Are you perhaps
a member of our race?

No, not at all.
I’m simply curious, that’s all.

I beg your pardon.

How much for the book?

Whatever you like.

Good evening, sir.

I was
just about to close up,

but now you’re here,
we’re all at your service.

Uh, if it’s
not too much trouble,

I saw some silver clasps
in the window.

I’ll get them, Ezra.
Mother, mother.

See how she wants
to do everything for me?

I’m her only son,
you see, sir.

And there’s
my wife Adelaide,

and these are my children,

all come to see
the fine gentleman.

I hope
you don’t object, sir.
No, not at all.

There we are, sir.

Fine work, as you see.

How much
are we asking, Ezra?

Only three guineas.
You know silver, sir, I’m sure.

You know a bargain
when you see one.

Um, Mrs. Cohen,
might I ask,

did you -
do you have a daughter

as well as a son?

Mrs. Cohen,
I beg your pardon.

It’s all right, sir.
It’s all right.

So what about
these silver clasps?

They’re very handsome.

Could I come back tomorrow?

Certainly,
but tomorrow’s our Sabbath.

We should be closing early.
I could be here by 5:00.
Will that do?

(speaks Hebrew)

She says she’ll have
her Sabbath frock on, sir.

Oh, a sight not to be missed,
I’m sure.

Good-bye, Mr. Cohen.

Good-bye, sir.
Mrs. Cohen.

Mirah: “Meow”

Meow!

“Meow”

Mrow!

“Me -”

Me-e-e

No, it’s no good.

I can’t go on
if you’re going to
make me laugh.

Meow!

No, please, I’ll be
very good this - meow!

I’ll be very good
this time, I promise.

No more pussycat.
On my honor.

Meow

Meow!

Me-e-ow

There you are, Daniel.
Look at this.

We hardly thought that
Mirah could laugh ’til
Hans came back from Rome.

Hans.
Daniel!

You seem in great force.
How was Rome?

Splendid!
And it’s splendid

to be home as well.
(flourish)

He’s been just perfect
ever since he came back,

apart from his
mischief-making.

Little mother!
Please.

Good evening.
How are you?

I’m well.
No need to ask
how you are, I think.

Oh, Hans has
kept us merry all week.

I love to hear them
all talking together

about what they did
when they were little.
I never had that.

No, nor I.

No? No, of course.

But Mr. Hans said yesterday
you thought so much of others,

You hardly wanted
anything for yourself.

Oh. Mr. Hans said that,
did he?

Perhaps Mr. Hans has no idea
what I might want for myself.

Ohh...

(women chatting)

(bell jangles)

Good evening.
I hope I’m not too late.

No, no, sir,
of course not.

I’ll get Ezra.

Do you want
to see my knife?

Yes, if you’ll
show it to me.

It’s very impressive.

Have you got a knife?
Would you like to swap?

I’m afraid
mine’s at home.
Bring it next time.

Now, then,
I see you’ve made friends.

Jacob, call Mordecai
while I help the gentleman.

Here are the clasps.
Three guineas.

Should we say three pounds,
as we’re friends now?

That’s, uh,
very good of you.

First-rate workmanship, sir.
I got them from Cologne.

He was just coming.

Mordecai’s our lodger, sir.

I thought that
we would meet again.

Perhaps you’d care to share
our sabbath meal, sir.

We’d be honored.

I wouldn’t wish to intrude.

No intrusion.
A pleasure.

You’re most welcome.

(crying)

And what do you
call the baby?

Eugenie,
after the Empress.

We went to see her
at the Crystal Palace.
What a crowd!

Mother was near
squashed flat,
weren’t you, mother?

But it was worth it,
you know, to be there
and to see them.

Do you know the emperor
is very much like
my boy Ezra in the face?

Please!
It’s embarrassing.

What’s the matter?
If it’s true,
I shouldn’t say so?

What sort of knife
is yours?

Shh.

(praying in Hebrew)

Good night.
Good night.

Thank you again.
Mrs. Cohen:
Thank you for coming.

Will you walk
with me a little?

Then I can show you
where you can get a cab.

Mrs. Cohen:
Time for bed.

Gladly.

Do you know
what brought you here tonight?

I came
for the silver clasps
I saw yesterday.

And that’s all?

When I came last evening,
I asked Mrs. Cohen

if she had a daughter
as well as a son,

and it seemed
to distress her.

Do you know
what her trouble is?

Nothing to do
with you, Mr. Deronda.

That’s not why
you were sent here.
I came of my own accord.

Excuse me, but I believe
you were sent here
for a purpose,

to find me.

To find you? Why?

What would I have
to do with you?

You don’t begin
to guess yet?

Well, it will all
become clear in time.

Good night.

Park Lane.
Yes, sir.

(driver speaks)

I’ve been thinking about
how we might help you
get some engagements.

Have you by any chance
heard of Julius Klesmer?

Julius Klesmer?
But of course.

I’ll be seeing him
over Christmas.

I thought I might
mention you to him,
ask his advice.

I’d like him
to hear you sing.

Klesmer? To hear me?

You don’t want me to?

Yes! Yes.

I must take this chance.

Thank you.

Mirah...

Suppose you were to discover

that your lost mother
and brother were now...

very lowly people
with no particular distinctions,

would you mind very much?

Should you want to know them

if they were the sort of people
society looks down on?

Wh-why not?

If they had good hearts
and they wanted to know me

and to welcome me.

Wouldn’t you
feel the same?

Well, I don’t know.

Yes, I believe I would.

(door closes)

Dan! You didn’t say
you’d call.

I hope you’re not trying
to give me the slip.
Not at all.

So, what do you
think of her?

Doesn’t she look well?

Yes, she does,
very well.

Ah! you must come up
and see what I’ve been doing.

And you too, Mirah.

No, not me.
I’d be embarrassed.

Why would she
be embarrassed?

Have you gone back
to painting those
classical nudes of yours?

Amazons and Sabines
and -

Oh.

She is wonderful
to paint, Dan.

Just to try
to capture that -

I don’t know
what it is that she has.

It’s fascinating.

I can’t get enough
of her, Dan.

As you see.

I didn’t bring her
to this house to work
as your unpaid model, Hans.

I’m not exploiting her,
you know.

She’s very glad to pose
when she’s not practicing,

and she’s more
than a model to me.

Much more.

I care more for her
than any girl I’ve ever known.

Oh.

And does she return
your affection?

Well, she likes me.

I think she feels
she would need your permission

before she allowed me
any more than friendship.

I think perhaps I would need
that permission, too.

It’s not right, Hans.

Wh-why not?

Because she’s under your roof,

indebted to you,
obliged to be grateful.

It’s all quite wrong.

She’s far more
indebted to you,

far more obliged to be
grateful to you, isn’t she?

But I’m not proposing myself
as her lover.

Are you sure?

I’ve seen you look at her.

What are your feelings
for her?

More to the point,
what do you propose
to do about them?

I don’t know, Hans.

I trust you’ll let me know
when you’ve made up your mind.

It is a matter
of some concern to me.

Oh, come on, Dan,
don’t glower at me like that.

We can still be friends,
can’t we?

I hope so.

Good.

I’ll try not to make
too much of my proximity.

And mind you don’t.

I shall have to leave you all
for a week or two
in any case.

Hugo’s going to the country
for the Christmas holidays.

There will be a party
staying at the Abbey.

Ah, all the idle
aristocracy of Europe.
Well, not quite.

Sir Hugo wants people to meet
the new Mrs. Grandcourt.

I don’t much care
for formal parties,

but, well,
I owe Sir Hugo everything.

Daniel, Daniel, look!
We’re making angels!

Daniel, Daniel, look!
We’re making angels!

Daniel!

Daniel, look!

Ah, there you are.

What’s that
you’re reading?

“A History Of The Jews”

What on earth
are you doing with that?

I came across it when I was
trying to trace Mir -

Miss Lapidoth’s family
for her.

Oh, yes,
your little waif and stray.

That’s not
how I’d describe her.

What are you doing
with your life
these days, Daniel?

Not much, I suppose,

but I’ve been doing
a good deal of reading
and thinking

and finding out
about other lives,

lives very different
from ours.

Do you mind if I tell you
what I’d like to see you doing?

Not at all.

I’d like to see you engaging
in a serious profession -

the law, perhaps,
but not necessarily for itself.

It’s a step
to greater things -

politics, say.

I think you might have
a very good career there.

You read widely
and you think deeply.

But it’s no good keeping
these things to yourself.

I think you underestimate
yourself, Dan.

I believe you’ve
the makings of a leader in you.

This country needs
new ideas.

Aim high, Dan!

Now, you think about that.

I will.

Of course, you can always
help your young women
in your spare time.

Oh, by the way,

do you know that
your temptress from Leubronn

will be here this evening?
Yes.

Do you think you will
be proof against temptation,

or shall we have to
lash you to the mast?

I don’t think
that will be necessary.

After all,
she is another man’s wife.

Oh, yes, so she is.

Well, well.

Hmm. An interesting girl.

Woman, we should say now,
I suppose.

They say he gave
the family diamonds
to his mistress,

but the new bride
made him go and take
them back off her.

And looking at her,
you can believe it, eh?

What do you say?

I should say
that was most unlikely.

Well, it’s true
about the mistress,
Mrs. Glasher -

a very fiery woman,
they say.

And she’s given him
a fine son.

Then what right had he
to marry this girl?

I daresay
she knew all about it.

A man like that
is quite a prize,

with or without
encumbrances.

Well, well,
Mr. and Mrs. Klesmer.

Sir Hugo is
very liberal these days.

I never thought to see
one of the chosen race

here at the Abbey.

What do you say,
Lady Pentreath?

Glad to find
a little romance
still left among us.

And after all,
it’s hardly a misalliance -

no blood on either side.

All the same, though,

it’s a far cry
from tying the knot

with one
of the sons of Shem,

wouldn’t you say?

If there is a misalliance,
I’d say it was
on Klesmer’s side.

He’ll be remembered
and revered

long after the rest of us
are forgotten, I think.
Excuse me.

Such a strange young man.

Why should he take
the cares of the world
upon his shoulders?

I understand he has
a little Jewish
protégé himself.

Ah, so that’s it.

(singing)

(applause)

Woman: Mr. Deronda,
that was delightful.

That is the true
English baritone for you.

Never heard it sung better.

No, no. Ask Klesmer
if you want the truth.

What is your verdict,
Mr. Klesmer?

Middling.

That’s all I aim for.
Thank you.

Yes, you understand
true excellence, I think,

but you content yourself
with very much less.

In some things,

music being one of them,
as you rightly observe.

(playing)

Will you not join
in the music?

I join in it
by listening.

I’m very fond of music.
But you’re not
a musician at all?

I have given
a great deal of time to music,

but I haven’t the talent
to make it worthwhile.

But if you’re
fond of music -
I shall never sing again.

You see, I couldn’t bear
to be middling.

To me, that’s another word
for being dull,

and I have
such a dread of dullness.

That’s why I gamble.

And lose.

Yes.

What’s this about
your little protégé,
Mr. Deronda?

Miss Lapidoth?
She is the most
wonderful singer.

She’s recently arrived
in London

and plans to give
recitals there and lessons.

I am to have her
in my drawing room
when we go up to town.

You will
hear her then.

(music ends, applause)

To please you, I’ll set her
on my nine granddaughters.

I hope she’ll convince
eight of them

never to sing again
except in church.

Most girls these days
want teaching not to sing,
in my view.

(singing off-key)

Do you think
you might relent, perhaps?

I should like to hear
Miss Lapidoth

since you admire her
so much.

Is she as perfect
in everything else
as in her music?

I can’t vouch
for that, exactly.

I haven’t seen enough of her.

She’s had an unhappy life.

But yes, she’s borne it all
with patience and good humor

and true grace and refinement.

I have no sympathy
with these people

who are always doing right.

I don’t believe
in their great sufferings.

What is it?

What’s the matter?

I despise myself.

I wish you could know
everything about my life

without my telling you.

Are you persuading
Mrs. Grandcourt

to sing for us, Daniel?

I can’t persuade myself.

Oh...

(snoring)

Well...

am I altogether
as you like?

No.

Put on the diamonds.

I don’t want to wear them.

These go much better
with this dress.

You must see that.

Hmm.

I wish you
to wear the diamonds.

Please excuse me.
I prefer the turquoise.

What you prefer
has nothing to do with it.

Take them off
and put on the diamonds.

Why should I?

Because I am your husband
and I tell you to.

(sighs)

Hmm.

(march playing)

(waltz playing)

(different waltz playing)

Have you resolved
not to dance anymore?

Yes. Aren’t you glad?

I’m sure you’ve danced more
than you’d like to already.

You could fetch me
a glass of water,
if you would.

It’s very close in here.
Perhaps we should go
into the cloisters.

Yes. It’ll be
cooler there.

Shall we?

No, I don’t care to.

You go if you like.

Deronda will take you.

I wore it for you.

Do you remember?
Of course I remember.

And do you still
think badly of me?

I never thought
badly of you,

not then and not now.

I did think you might be
throwing your life away.

Oh, I wasn’t throwing
my life away then.

That was just a few francs.

If you knew
what my life is now...

and I brought it on myself.

But I had to do something
to help my family.

Don’t you see?

No. That’s not true.

I married him because
I couldn’t bear to be
a governess.

There.
Do you despise me now?

How could I despise you?

You would
if you knew everything.

I think I shall be damned
for what I’ve done.

No, not you.

This place -
is this where you grew up?

Yes.

How wonderful to have
spent your childhood here.

We were always shifting
from place to place,

always dependent
on other people.

We were never settled,
never secure like you.

I’ve always felt
as if I were walking
on a high wire,

with nothing to save me
if I fell.

I was lucky
to grow up here.

But, in a way,
I never really felt
I belonged.

I used to think
my real parents
would come one day

and take me away
and tell me
it was all a mistake.

But I thought -

you always seemed so strong,

so definite,

as if you know exactly
who you are and what you want.

I don’t know how to -

I don’t know how
to endure my life.

Tell me what I can do.

I’m frightened of everything.

I’m frightened
of what I might do.

Help me, please.

I’m beginning to think
that the only way to be happy

is to find something
outside ourselves
worth caring about

and to work for that.

Do you mean charity?

It’s hard to explain.

It’s about using
your unhappiness

to help you see
other people’s pain.

But you do care
something for me.

I care very much
about you.

Then we can
see each other again?

You will let me come
and see you sometimes
and talk to you?

Gladly,
if it will help you.

Oh, yes.

I’m ready to go now

if you are.

Mr. Deronda will excuse us
to Lady Mallinger.

Good night.

Sit down, would you?

Oblige me in future

by not indulging your whims
like a mad woman in a play.

What do you mean?

I suppose there is
some understanding
between you and Deronda

about that thing
on your wrist.

If you have anything
to say to him,

say it.

Don’t telegraph it
for everyone to see.

It’s damnably vulgar.

You can know
all about the necklace.

I don’t want to know.

What I care to know,
I shall know

without your telling me.

But you will oblige me

by behaving
as becomes my wife...

and not make a spectacle
of yourself.

Do you object
to my talking to Mr. Deronda?

I don’t care two straws
about Deronda

or any other
conceited hanger-on.

You may talk to him
as much as you like.

But you will understand

that you are not
to compromise yourself.

Behave with dignity.

That’s all I have to say.

Now...

Take that thing
off your wrist
and come over here.

No.

Hard around!

Good.

(shouting instructions)

(grunts)

Watch it.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Here you go.

(man shouting instructions)

Mordecai.

I was waiting for you.

That’s extraordinary.

I was coming to see the Cohens
at the shop, you know.

(coughing)

Rest a while.

You said you were
waiting for me.
How could that be?

I didn’t send word
I was coming this evening.
I knew you were coming.

I have been waiting
for five years.

Shall we go?

There, that’s better.

I’m so glad
you’re here, Daniel.

You see, I’m dying.

But you have come in time.

I’m very glad
if I give you comfort.

and...I hope you’re wrong
about the gravity
of your condition.

Never mind that.
You’re here.

And you know that
you’ve been sent here
for a purpose.

You’ve been chosen.

Chosen by whom?
For what?

By God to be
a leader of our people.

But don’t you remember?

I told you
the first time we met,

I - I’m not a member
of your race.

You are not sure
of your own origin.

I...

I have never known
my mother.

I don’t know
anything about her.

But I am convinced
that my father
is an Englishman.

You don’t know your own origin.

You don’t know
where you come from.

Let me tell you.
You are one of us.

No. No.
Think about it.

Something brings you
to Whitechapel,
to this shop, to me.

Yes, I was
making enquiries for a -

You pick up a book at random.
What book is it?

The book that will tell you
everything you need to know.

You see,
you have been chosen.

You will be my life.

You will take
the inheritance.

You will take the sacred
inheritance of the Jew.

Huh.

(horse snorts)

Girls: Gwen! Gwen!
Gwen! Gwen!

Gwen!
Gwen!

Mrs. Davilow: What a lovely
surprise this is, Gwendolen.

Well, Mr. Grandcourt
has gone out,

so I determined
to fill up the time
by coming to see you, Mamma.

There’s only
one more day’s hunting.

We shall be going
up to town next week.

Oh. We hoped we might
see more of you

while you were at Diplow.

Yes, so did I.

But Mr. Grandcourt
doesn’t care
for company much.

He says he finds society
a confounded bore.

One might as well go
to one’s kennels
and talk to one’s hounds.

What a funny man.

But he wouldn’t stop you
visiting people

and having friends, would he?

And receiving Mamma?
Isobel, dear -

When one is married,
one must consider
one’s husband’s wishes.

He’s tamed you, hasn’t he?

He thinks he has.

But I should be allowed
to come to you

if you were ill, darling?

Oh, yes, but you know
I am never ill.

So, where has Mr. Grandcourt
gone today?

To Gadsmere, I believe.

What sort of place
is that, Gwen?

I don’t know.
I’ve never been there.

He calls it
a dog hutch of a place
in a black country.

Why does he go there, then?

He has affairs
which take him there,
I understand.

Dog hutch affairs?

You mustn’t fret
about me, Mamma.

Be happy with the girls.

They are better children
to you than I have been,
you know.

No. You’ve always
been good, my darling.

I remember nothing else.

What did I ever do
that was good to you
except marry Mr. Grandcourt?

And I shouldn’t have done that
unless it pleased myself.

Well, God forbid, child,
I wouldn’t have had you
marry for my sake.

Now, Mamma, you mustn’t
be cross with me.

Mr. Grandcourt
gives me far more money
than I can spend,

and you know how I hate
charity children and all that.

Here’s £30.

Let the girls spend it
on little things
for themselves.

Oh, Gwendolen -
no, you shouldn’t.

Take it.

Bless you, dear.

Come along, girls.
She’s going.

(horse grunts)

(girls shouting)

He’s coming!
He’s coming!

He’s got ever
such a big hat on.

Artists always have big hats.
Artists often have
swelled heads.

Oh! Oh!

(laughs)

Mr. Julius Klesmer, ma’am.

Mrs. Meyrick.

Our friend Mr. Deronda

has spoken to me

about your young protégé
Miss Lapidoth.

No. This is Miss Lapidoth.

Ah.

(Mirah singing)

Let us shake hands.

You are a true musician.

Thank you.

Not for great tasks.
No high roofs.

I would not advise -

I would not further
your singing

in any larger space
than a London drawing room,

but you will do well there.

and in London,
that is one of
the best careers open.

Lessons will follow.

Will you come and sing
at a private concert

I’m organizing
for Sir Hugo Mallinger?

Yes. I should
be grateful to.

No reason for gratitude.

You are a true musician
and you deserve to be heard.

Miss Lapidoth.

Mrs. Meyrick,
Mr. Meyrick,

Deronda,
young ladies,

I bid you good day.

(laughing)

(excited chatter)

Thank you.

We have been invited
to a soirée in Park Lane.

Sir Hugo
and Lady Mallinger.

A musical soirée.

Touting for that
new little Jewess, no doubt.

I suppose your friend Deronda
will be there.

Since he lives there,
I imagine it’s quite likely.

Don’t worry.

I shan’t wear
that turquoise necklace

that disgusted you so much.

I should like you
to wear the green satin.

And the diamonds, of course.

Whatever gives you pleasure.

(horse whinnies)

(singing)

(song ends)

(applause)

Man: Bravo! Bravo!

Bravo.

You must let me say
how much I am obliged
to you, Miss Lapidoth.

I had heard from Mr. Deronda

that I should
have a great treat
in hearing your singing,

but I was too ignorant
to imagine how great.

Good of you to say so.
I was so nervous, you know.

Oh, you shouldn’t have been.

Will you come and sing
at Grosvenor Square as well?

My husband has no ear at all,
but I should be thrilled.

We’re having a musical
evening on the fourth.
I do hope you can come.

You are very kind,
Mrs. Grandcourt.

I should be honored.

Then it is settled.
I shall look forward to it.

Your little Jewess
is very pretty.
There’s no denying it.

But where’s
her Jewish impudence?

She looks
as demure as a nun.

I can assure you,
her modest demeanor
is quite natural to her.

I congratulate you,
Mr. Deronda.

I’m sure
she’s very grateful.

And who is that
Van Dyke duchess of a beauty?

Oh, that’s Mrs. Grandcourt.

Yes, I see now.

A man could make
himself rather wicked
for your Mrs. Grandcourt.

She’s not
my Mrs. Grandcourt.

No? I think she could be,
you know?

(indistinct chatter)

Miss Lapidoth seems to be
a very happy person.

I must say, she bears
her troubles very well.

Yes, she does.

There seems to be
hardly any need
for me to say things

when you know
everything I’m thinking.

So Miss Lapidoth
is your good cause now

and you have forsaken me.

No, I have not
forsaken you.

Thank you.

I invited Miss Lapidoth
to come and sing
at our house.

I hope you don’t mind.

I’d sooner not have
Deronda’s mistress
at Grosvenor Square.

His what?

Well, it’s obvious.

Anyone can see
what their relationship is.

Only men like you

who judge others
by themselves.

I suppose you take Deronda
for a saint.

No.

Only a little less
of a monster than you are.

Am I a monster, then?

You know what you are.

And it’s not true about
Deronda and Mirah Lapidoth.

Yes, it is.

I’d prefer it if you didn’t
come to my bed tonight.

You’d prefer that,
would you?

Well, I’m afraid
I must disappoint you.

Come.

(crying)

Mrs. Mallinger Grandcourt.
Is Miss Lapidoth at home?

(knock on door upstairs)

Miss Lapidoth,
there’s a Mrs. Grandcourt
to see you.

(footsteps on staircase)

Mrs. Grandcourt.

Please, sit down.

I thought...

(clears throat)

I hope you will be able
to sing at our house
on the fourth.

Yes, of course.
I thought it was
already arranged.

There’s no problem,
I hope.
No.

I just wanted
to be sure of you.

I thought I might see
Mr. Deronda here.

He comes here very often.

To see you?
Yes.

And Hans and Mrs. Meyrick
and the girls.

He is very kind.

He pays all my expenses,
you know.

He pays your expenses?

He keeps you?

Yes, but soon I shall be able
to keep myself very well.

It’s not like that,
you know.

Did you think it was?

No.

I never believed
it could be true.

But you know
how people talk.

And you thought
it might be true

and you came to see
if you could find out.

I never believed it.

Please.

I never believed it.

I know he cares
about you very much.

Does he love you?

Shouldn’t you perhaps
ask him that?

If you dare
to ask it at all.

I’m sorry.

Daniel: Mirah,
are you here?

(door opens)

Mrs. Grandcourt.

Forgive me.

I shan’t intrude
any longer.

Good morning.

Mrs. Grandcourt.

Gwendolen.

What did she want?

I’m not sure
I could tell you.

She said she wanted
to be sure of me.

For her musical evening?

Yes.

I suppose so.

(woman singing opera)

(woman singing opera)