All language subtitles for The Forsyte Saga s01e03 The Pursuit of Happiness.eng

At this hour of the evening,
Forsytes all over London are dressing for dinner.

Most of them slightly
over-dressing, perhaps,

whether for a party at home,

or at some well-furnished table
belonging to relatives or friends.

So the carriages roll up to the doors,

and the coachman awaits his orders.

But behind these discreet
and respectable fa�ades,

who knows
what dramas may be reaching a crisis?

Well, where did you
get that from?

It must have dropped out
of your coat.

Is it true?
Of course it's true.

Nobody sends a letter
like that for the fun of it.

Five hundred pounds.
You owe these people 500 pounds.

Damn it, Freddie, they've
had 300 out of me already...

but that was months ago.
And now they're going to sue you for the rest.

Oh, Monty, how could you?

How could I what?

I had the money put
aside, and then I hadn't.

Something else came up.

Hey! What are you doing?
Taking them off, of course.

Except that I can't.
Help me.

Why should I?

Because they're not mine,that's why.

Do you think I go around wearing
pearls that don't belong to me?

You may be a criminal,but I'm not.
Look here.Steady on.

Don't you think it's a crime to
buy things and not pay for them?

Not if you pay in the end.

Fellows I know haven't paid
their tailors for 20 years.

This is different.

And if you don't sit...

they'll have to be sent back.
That's all there is about it.

Oh, Monty!

Oh, come on now, Freddie.

It isn't as bad as all that.
It is.

It is.
Yes, but I...It's worse!

suppose they don't take
them back and sue you anyway.

That's the last thing
they'd do.

We can't give them up,
you know.

I mean, think what
the family would have to say.

They'd be bound to find out.

Oh, no.
Oh, yes.

Can't you really find the money?

Well, I could...
if it weren't for your father.

It's all his fault, really.

Papa's fault?
Well, certainly.

Sewing up all my capital
in the settlement like that.

But Monty, papa always says
that nobody spends capital.

Yeah, well, that's all he knows.

Well, what are we going to do?

I'll tell you.

Your papa is going
to pay this little bill.

Never.
He'd have a blue fit.

Not him. He knows a good
investment when he sees one.

Pearls always appreciate.

Why, in six years, this necklace
will be worth over a thousand.

And now, with a grandchild coming along,
well, he'll want to be generous.

Do you really think...?
You trust Monty.

Now, then...

you put it to your mother,
after you've told her about the child.

She'll soon talk the old boy around.

Why, it seems dreadfully wrong.

Rubbish.

Now dry your eyes, my chicken.

Yes, but...and look sharp about it.
But if...

we don't want to upset anyone, do we?

Not tonight of all nights.

The birth of a child in our family is
normally an occasion for rejoicing,

particularly if it should be a boy.

After all,
a new male Forsyte is potentially an asset,

a piece of property not to be sneezed at.

In our case,
well, we rejoiced, and left it at that.

Ah. Well?

Another glass, doctor?
No, thank you.

I'm on my way to another confinement.

It was good of you to look in again.

Not a bit.
I like to know how my patients are doing.

She's all right,
isn't she?

She's doing very well.
Delicate, of course,but organically sound.

And you've got a fine son.

Thanks to you.
You know better than that, don't you?

Yours?

Yes. I had to do something.

Yesterday was a long day.

I like it.
I like it very much.

Thank you.
Do you sell any?

Oh, I'm beginning to.
Not much, I'm afraid.

Then suppose we say two guineas?

But doctor, that's your fee.

I'd sooner have the picture.

You're extremely kind.
But it isn't finished.

I... oh, well finish it,
I'll pick it up the next time I'm here.

I always thought that I could paint,

but I don't know, I never had the time.

Has your wife no mother?

No, I'm afraid not.

A relation, perhaps?
No, no.

There's a decent sort of woman,
a mrs. Hawkins.

I'll send her around in the morning.

Yes, six pence an hour,
and all the tea she can drink.

I'm tremendously grateful
to you, doctor.

Not a bit. Not a bit.

Letter for you.

Ah. Thank you.
Late delivery.

Goodbye now.

And look after that wife of yours.
She's a good, brave girl.

Bye, doctor.
Goodbye.

And...

Don't wake him up.

Is the doctor gone?

And he says you're a good brave girl,

but ought n't you to be getting some sleep?

Come on.
I am not tired at all now.

Oh, Jo, it's wonderful.

He's just had his supper,
and you wouldn't believe how clever he is.

He seems to know all about it,
much more than I do.

He takes all he wants,
then four hiccups and he's fast asleep.

Really, seeps to be quite
an experienced baby.

It's almost alarming.

Certainly it looks like he
knows everything.

Nonsense.
He's beautiful.

And fresh and new.

And what's more,he enjoys being alive.

He's sort of jolly about it all.
So it should be.

Oh, darling,that's an idea.

You know he's
the fifth Jolyon... I know.

You want to call him Jolly.
Well, Jolly.

Jolly for sure.
Then that's what he'll be.

Jolly.
You don't think he'll mind.

I mean, when he grows up?
I don't see why.

People have the oddest names.
Especially in England.

What about Wolfgang, and Kurt
and Sigmund, if you please?

I grant you those.
But what about Soames?

There's a name.

And Swithin.And what about Jolyon?
All right, I surrender.

Hellen,
I wrote to my father.

You did?

I'm glad.
Then that's over.

What other news?

Some good, some bad.
Which will you have first?

The good.

The doctor bought the drawing I did yesterday.

oh, he's a kind man.

But he's got a bargain.
He doesn't think so.

Bread upon the waters.
Well, as you say,he's a kind man.

Mrs. Hawkins is
coming to look after you, daily.

Jo, can we afford this?

She lives on sixpence an hour
and all the tea she can drink.

We can.

That's all the good, I'm afraid.

And the bad?

I've had a letter from my wife's lawyer,

mr. Soames Forsyte,in answer to mine.

Yes?

In no circumstances will mrs. Jolyon
Forsyte ever sue for a divorce.

So...

oh, my darling...

I did so want you to be my wife.

I am your wife.
Oh, yes, Jo.

Now I really am your wife.

This is dated a month ago,
the latest of how many?

Three letters you've had from him?
Yes.

Each one asking
for a divorce.

Did you answer them?

Not the first two.
Why not?

Wouldn't it have been courteous?

Perhaps, but I wasn't sure
what to say or do.

I didn't want to commit myself.

Then this one arrived.

I consulted Soames, and he
replied for me two days ago.

Finally closing the door?

Yes.
May I ask what decided you?

The more I thought
about that woman,

the more convinced I became
that she wasn't the right wife for Jo.

Well, supposing I allowed them
to marry, and it didn't last?

I'm sure it won't.
It can't last.

Well, what then?
Another divorce? Another scandal?

No, far better, I thought,
to let this affair run its natural course.

Do you expect him
to come back to you in the end?

Would you wish it?

I don't know.

In time, perhaps.

That's a pretty bleak prospect.

Well, I've had a letter too.
They've got a son.

Oh?

Illegitimate.

That was inevitable, wasn't it?
Whatever I did.

True enough, but suppose
they have more children?

If they do, they know what to expect.

They're human.
Yes, human. Not animals.

They have the power to choose,
as we all have.

If they choose
to degrade themselves,

to behave like animals,
they do so with their eyes open,

facing the consequences.
You're hard.

Realistic.

Well, I can't blame you.

Passion...

it's a strange thing,
no accounting for it.

However, Frances,
right or wrong,

I support you in this.
Thank you.But what about yourself?

You're a young woman.
You may find someone else.

You may want to marry again.
Oh, no. Never.

Once is enough.

No, I'm sick of it,
sick of the whole messy business.

No, we shall go down to Leicestershire,
June and I.

You don't mean to live there?

Yes. Away from london
and the clacking tongues,

into the fresh air and the quiet
countryside.

But June.

It'll do her all the good
in the world.

Children shouldn't be
brought up in cities.

The values are all wrong.

I shall miss her.

Well, we shall come up
from time to time, of course.

But I'm sure
it's for the best.

I dare say,
if you think so.

I dare say.

May I call the carriage
for you?

Thank you, no.
I shall walk.

Well, you will bring
little June up to see me

before you leave London?
Yes, of course.

Well, goodbye, papa.

And thank you
for being so helpful.

Goodbye, Frances.

Try not to fret.
Perhaps it will all come right.

Help!

I didn't want her to die.

I didn't. You must have thought so,
but I swear I didn't.

But she's dead,

and I must be to blame. I must be.

It's my fault.
No, my darling.

Oh, yes, it is!

If it weren't for me,
it wouldn't have happened.

But I promise you,
Jo, I swear to you, I didn't want her to die.

Oh, Jo! Jo!
Please.

Darling, please.

Well, there it is Jolyon.

They're married now,
and there's no more to be said.

No more to be said.

Shall you see jo?
No, I think not.

I can't bring myself to suggest it.

It would mean, in a way,
condoning what's happened,

and I couldn't do that.

No, dear, I do not think you could.

Anyway, Jo shows no sign.

Stubborn.

I wrote to him,
when I heard they were married,

sent him a check for 500.

That was generous.
No. I fancy they could do with it.

I don't know how they make ends meet.

Well, he sent it back, with a note.

Here, Ann,I'll read it to you.

"My dearest father:

"Your generous gift was welcome as a sign

"that you might think worse of me.

"I return it,but should you think
fit to invest it

"for the benefit of the little fellow,

"we call him jolly, "who bears our christian
and, by courtesy, our surname,

"I shall be very glad.

"I hope with all my heart that
your health is good as ever.

Your loving son, Jo."

And that is a generous letter.

Yes.
He always was an amiable chap.

And what about June?

Ah, now I went down to
Leicestershire for the funeral.

Jo wasn't there.

Well, that would scarcely
have been proper.

No, but I felt the family
should be represented.

Indeed, yes.
I didn't care for it much.

Great rambling place
they've got there.

Well, I spoke to the parents
and it was settled

that June should come back to me.
To you?

They've got dozens of other grandchildren.
I haven'T.

I know, but...

you think I'm too old to look after a child.
I'm not, not by a long chalk.

She's fond of me, I think.

Damn it, Ann, it's my money she'll inherit.

But what will Jo think about this?

He wanted her of course,
but I put a stopper on that.

It wouldn't be fitting, and I told him so.

I suppose you're right, but, Jolyon...

it will put a barrier between you forever.

It was there already.

Well, I'm off.
Now, take care of yourself.

Ann, you're the only one left
I can talk to.

Oh, dear Jolyon.

Mr. Swithin Forsyte, ma'am.

Well, Ann...
ah, Jolyon,

we don't see much of you
these days.

They tell me
you've had some trouble.

Nothing that need
concern you, Swithin,

though I'm obliged for your
interest. Good day to you.

He's getting a bit peppery.

You were not very tactful, Swithin.

He's me own brother,isn't he?

We've come to a pretty pass,what?

Tactful with me own brother?

Tactful, indeed.

You're alone.

Where's everyone got to?
Timothy is having a little rest.

A rest from what?
Timothy always has a rest after luncheon.

He takes good care of himself.

Hester's gone to sit
with mrs. Nicholas.

Her back is worse,
you know.

Now, that's odd.
So is mine.

It catches me sometimes,
just here.

Juley will be here in a minute.
She's taking a stroll in the park.

Oh, Smither, look.

This poor little dog has followed me

all the way home from the park.

Oh, lawks,ma'am, a dog!

He must be lost,and hungry.

What shall we do?
Oh, poor little thing.

Shall I get cook
to give it some scraps?

Would you?
Yes. Come on, boy.

Shh! Be quiet, Smither,
and be quick.

Juley?

Oh, Timothy,
you gave me such a fright.

Why? What have you been up to?

I've just been on
a pleasant walk in the park.

You shouldn't walk in the park
alone. Anything might happen.

Oh, what do you mean?

I read in the papers that mr. Gladstone
often takes a little walk in the park.

Yes, that shows you.

Ann always says mr. Gladstone
has the highest principles,

whatever his politics,
and we should not judge him.

Judge him?
I'd hang him.

Oh, Timothy, dear,
that's not quite a nice thing to say on a sunday.

Better the day, better the deed.

Oh...
what is that, a dog?

There is a dog just around
the corner at number nine.

That's not 'round any corner,
it's downstairs.

Timothy...

Juley, out with it.

Have you bought a dog?
Certainly not.

It just followed me home.

Followed you?
And you let it in?

You must be out of your mind.
Oh, it was so thin.

Cook's giving it some scraps.

Then cook must be out of her mind.

Feeding a dog,
you'll never get rid of it.

I don't want to.

What? A stray mongrel?

It might be bringing in fleas,
for all we know.

No, it's very well-bred.

How do you know?
You don't know a dog from a doormat.

Oh, Timothy.
It was a christian act.

Ha!

And if you'd been to church,
you wouldn't talk like that.

Well, take my advice
and get it out of the house.

Dogs messing up the carpets,
what next?

And don't let me see it.

Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am.

It got away from me.

It's that agile.
Never mind, Smither.

What sort of a dog is it?
Would you happen to know?

Hm. Looks like a bit
of yorkshire, ma'am.

Oh.
Good little doggy.

Did he eat his scraps?
Every bite, ma'am.

Then I shall take him upstairs.

To the drawing room?
Oh, lawks.

Whatever will miss Ann say?
Now...

There.

I said it was inside the house.

Juley!

Good lord. It is a dog.

Has Timothy seen it?
No, but he knows it's here.

Has he had a fit?
Not yet.

He was lost in the park,
and he followed me home.

Without an intro...?
Without your inviting him?

I spoke to him
because he was lost.

You should think before you speak.

Dogs take advantage.

Well, I'm glad, and that's flat.

Such a how-dee-doo.
Come here.

Let's have a look at you.
Why, it's a bitch.

Swithin, I do not think you should
call it that in a drawing room.

Stuff and nonsense.
It's a puppy.

Title tyke.
Go on, you go over there.

Ring the bell.

Juley, stop it.
Oh, disgraceful.

Smither must take it
to the police station at once.

No. I want to keep him...
her, I mean.

Where's Timothy? I should like
to see her bite his legs.

Go on! Find Timothy!
Oh, no.

She's mine. She's mine.
Come along.

And what will you do
with the puppies?

Ten to one she'll have pups.

Puppies, indeed.
A little thing like this.

Well, she ought
to be worth something.

I should advertise,
if I were you.

There might be a reward.

Well, Ann, I'm off.

Nicholas asked me to look in.
Goodbye, Juley.

You come for a drive one day.

I'll take you to the lost dogs home.

There you sit, Ann.

Little dogs of that sex
are not to be trusted.

You ought to know that at your age.

But now that we are alone,
I can speak freely.

It will have followers.

I want to keep her.
But we've never had a dog.

I don't want you to have one now.

I want her.
I want something human.

I mean...

well, if I can't keep her here,
I shall go away and take her with me.

And that's flat.

I think you should
take a dose of sal volitale,

getting into fantods like this.

And you know you cannot leave here.

You have not got the
money, so it is no good talking like that.

I'll put an advertisement in the paper,
and if the owner comes, I'll give it up.

But if not
I'll ask Jolyon for the money.

He won't let you bully me.

You forget yourself.
I do not think I bully you.

I'm upset.

I didn't mean...

dear Ann...

but I do so want the little dog.

Very well, dear.

It will be a sacrifice,

but if it will make you happier...

subject, of course, Juley,

to James' opinion. We must be quite sure
of the legal situation.

Warmson.

Sir?
Tell cook,

an excellent sweet...
thank you, sir.

But I like it browner.
Yes, sir.

A little more, Winifred?
No, thank you, mama.

Well, I had a letter this
morning from the police.

The requisite number of days are
up, and Juley can keep her dog.

Oh, go though what she wants with
a dog at her age, I don't know.

What else should she want,
at her age?

Monty.

Why shouldn't she keep it
without all this business?

Police, indeed.
Because legally,she was committing an offense.

Even now, if the real owner...

no, I think we've covered
every possibility.

It would surprise me if you hadn't.

Well, I don't know.I can't tell.
Have you told her yet?

I thought we might drive around
to Timothy's this afternoon.

Does he know about it?

Will you come, Soames?
If you'll forgive me, no.

I have a train to catch,

and if I'm not going to miss it, I...
train? What train?

You know perfectly well
what train, dear.

I told you myself. Excuse me.

I'll be back tomorrow evening, mother.
Yes, dear.

Thank you, Warmson.

A fine thing, rushing off down
there every weekend. I don't know.

It's perfectly natural, dear.
You were young yourself once.

What's that got to do with it?
Everything I should imagine.

There's a girl in it somewhere,
I'll be bound.

Girl? What girl?
A miss Heron, I believe.

Soames has mentioned her
once or twice.

Oh, that won't come to much.
She hasn't a penny,

I know for a fact.
Soames has more sense, he...

Soames will do the right thing,
you may be be sure of that.

Now, we shall leave you two
to your wine.

Well, speaking of money,

winifred, I shall increase your allowance,
when the child is born, by 300.

Oh, James, dear,that is kind.

Oh, indeed, sir.It was most generous.

It would have been more, but as you know,

I've had a lot of extra expense lately,
what with...

James.You promised not
to mention that again.Winifred?

Darling.

Monty...
dear...

I think you'd better
take me home.

Ring for warmson.
The carriage.

Wouldn't a cab be quicker?

Whatever's quickest,darling, you get it.

I'm sure we shouldn't want
your child to be born in the street.

Good gracious me.

In the street.
Hurry, Monty.

Never mind, warmson.
No, wait.

Has mr. Soames left the house?
Yes, sir.

I knew how it would be.
We must have him back.

Papa, for goodness sake,
what for?

He ought to be here.
What nonsense, James.

I shall telegraph at once
to that infernal place,

what-you-may-call-it.
You'll do no such thing.

Let him be.

There's absolutely nothing Soames can do,
or you either,for that matter.

Now come along, Winifred.

You can sit in the hall
until the cab comes.

Thank you, Warmson,
but I'm perfectly all right.

Careful, dear

eh?

Wonderful.

Didn't you think it wonderful?

Marvelous.

So young and so brilliant.

Don't you agree?

Hm?
Yes, of course.

Soames, I believe
you were half-asleep.

No, that's unfair.

And impossible,with all that going on.

Heroic, wasn't it?
And I do agree.

He's very skillful.
He's... great concentration and precision.

Quit yes, but all good
pianists must have those qualities.

Didn't you feel there was more?

More?
Subtlety of phrasing,

delicacy of touch, a deep understanding
of what beethoven intended.

But more even than that, I...

I don't quite know
how to describe it.

It's foolish of me to try and
put into words

something you either feel or you don't.

But I believe
I'm talking about love.

Love?

I think so.
A great love

for the thing itself,
for the music.

And it's so strong in him
that it...

that it reaches out and gathers
you in to be a part of it.

It possesses you, and you surrender,

totally, completely.

And when it's over, you feel
you've given something too,

and you're...

well, you're content.

Do I sound stupid?

No, not at all.
But music...

oh, poor Soames.

I'm ridiculously
intense about it,

and it's a shame, when you so
generously take me out to concerts.

I hope I may take you to many more.

Of course you may.

And I'll come look at paintings
with you in solemn galleries,

and you can tell me how you feel
when you look at a Rembrandt.

That is, if there are any
Rembrandts in southwater,

which I very much doubt.

No...but there are one or two stubbs,
and I think I've spotted a John Crome.

If the price is right...
Soames?

Don't talk
of buying things.

Have a chocolate.

No.

Irene, I have to go back to London tonight.

Oh, so soon?

But I hope
to see you again soon.

I had a telegram from my father.

Not bad news?

Oh, no, no, no.
Nothing like that.

Quite the contrary.
Oh, good.

My sister...

my sister winifred

has had a son.

Come on, George. No heel-taps.
Let's have another.

So, my brave one...

when you celebrate,
you celebrate.

I should jolly well
think so too.

Here!
Eh... eh... hey!

Next time we'll celebrate at your club.
Meanwhile, pipe down.

Two more of the same,please, Meyrick.

I say, it's a pretty state of affairs.

Can't buy me own cousin-in-law
a drink,on a celebrated occasion.

It hurts me more than it hurts you.
As the nag said to the jockey.

But as a man of the world,

and I am a man of the world,
George, don't you forget it.

What's more,
I'm a married man of the world.

Now you should get married,
George.

Oh, not I.
Greatest little woman.

Here's to freddie.
Here's to dear...

extraordinary thing.

I'll tell you what, George.
Let's have another.

Good idea. After all, it isn't every day
a fellow has a son.

And damn me, there's another
fellow who's had a son.

Extraordinary coincidence.

Shake hands, Forsyte.
Excuse me.

No, no. You've got to sit down
and have some brandy.

Everybody's got to have so to celebrate
an extraordinary coincidence.

Your friend's a little noisy
tonight, isn't he?

Not too noisy for me.
Oh, you...

you don't want
to drink with us, eh?

Oh, you're quite right too.
I don't blame you.

After all, there's nothing to
be proud of in your son,

wrong side of the blanket, what?

Hear you've married the girl
though, more fool you.

Manners, Dartie, manners.

I shouldn't.
He'd eat you.

Oh, thank you, Meyrick.

I hear they're calling
their boy Jolly.

Seems a trifle cynical to me,
in the circumstances.

Thank you, sir.
What's yours going to be?

Haven't the faintest idea.

Freddie wanted something
distinguished,

you know, classical.
Well, what about

caesar augustus?
Don't be an ass.

I know. Call him Cato.
Cato? That's not a name.

I won a tenner yesterday
on a nag called Cato.

Here, wait a jiffy.

Damned if I'm going
to call my son after a horse.

I'm damned if I am. Here we are,
in the roman stud-book.

Cato, Publius Valerius Cato,

by virgil out of lydia.

If you don't like Cato...
I don't somehow.

Then call him Publius Valerius.

There's a name that's got the
right classical ring to it.

Publius...

I think Freddie
might rather like that.

But why not James?
Wouldn't the old man...?

Ah, no, now that's reserved.

Reserved?
Yeah.

You mean there's another colt
on the way somewhere?

Not that I know of.
But I tell you what, me old George,

that fellow Soames
has got a look in his eye.

Gracious me, girl,
where have you been?

Out for a walk.
Why?

I didn't know.
Should I have told you?I'm sorry.

Not here.

Go upstairs directly
and make yourself look nice.

Why? What's happening?
Mr. Forsyte's here.

Soames.
Is that all?

He's come especially
to see you.

Well, at least tidy your hair,
and give me that.

Why aren't you with him?

Because Millie's out,
and I'm making the tea.

Now go along in, and don't be aggravating.
Be nice.

You can be if you wish.

Soames?

I'm out here.

I had no idea you were in southwater.

No, I...it was an impulse.

That's not like you, to be impulsive.

May we sit down?

Why not?

You're quite right,of course.
I'm not impulsive.

I think before I speak. And I think again
before taking action.

But today...

ah, today the sun is shining
and all the daffodils are out.

It's spring, Soames,
and even you can't resist that.

Even I?

I'm a man like other men.
But more cautious than most.

I should hope so.

As I explained to your stepmother,

if I am successfulin my profession,
and I'm beginning to be,

it's because people trust me with their
secrets and their business.

I'm discreet,and I don't give advice
until I'm sure of my facts.

A lawyer who has these
principles and who works hard,

is bound to do well
and make a lot of money.

Of course you'll do well, Soames.

It's impossible to doubt it...

even now...
I needn't go on.

It's strange.
i've never heard you speak of yourself before.

No, I don't.

But I must to you.

Because I want you
to understand my position,

the position I can offer you.

Offer me?

Well, Irene...

you must have guessed.

Surely, you must know
I love you.

From the very first moment,

since the day
I came through that door

and saw you for the first time,
it was as if I'd known you all my life.

For six months
I had no peace.

I dreamt about you
day and night.

And then when you came back, and I saw
you again, so beautiful,

more beautiful than before,
I knew there could be nobody else.

No other woman could be my wife.

No other shall be.

Irene...
no, Soames! No.

Don't touch me. Please.

Irene.

I suppose I'm a fool.

I should have known.

You've been so attentive
and kind to me.

But I never thought...

you must have done!
A man isn't attentive to a woman for nothing.

I thought women had an instinct
about these things.

Yes, and I have too.

Other men have... have wanted me,
and I've always known,

so I could draw back at once
and they've been discouraged.

But between us,
I've felt nothing.

Nothing?
No.

And perhaps that's why
I'm certain we should never marry.

I don't accept that.

You must.

In time,
now that you're aware that I love you...

No!

If I hurt you, I'm sorry.

Truly, I am,

because I admire you
and respect you.

You'll be a good husband,
but not for me.

If I sound immodest, Soames,
please forgive me.

I've had to work things out for
myself since I was quite young.

I know very little about love,

but all girls think about it.

Some think of nothing else.

I'm not one of them,
but I've learned this.

When a man shows interest
in a woman, the woman knows it

because in her
there is some response,

whoever he is.

If he persists,
the response can grow or die away.

If it grows, then she falls in love.

If she likes and admires him as well,

then she'll move heaven
and earth to get him.

Then a man must persist.

Yes, but if the original spark
isn't there,there's nothing to grow.

Don't you see that?

No, I don'T.I think very few women know about love
until after they're married.

Yes, and what a risk
they take.

I'm sure it's possible to know.

Soames, you remember the Beethoven
concerto we heard together?

I do.
Well...

and I remember every word
you said.

Because I spoke of love,
and you were already in love with me.

But that was only music.

If marriage can't do that,

that and a hundred times more,
then marriage is not for me.

I've said this before.

I'll say it again.

I don't accept your refusal.

I shall never accept it.

Please don't make it
so hard for us both.

I can't marry you, Soames.

We shall see.

Well, really, my dear child,

I don't know what
you think you're doing.

To refuse a man once is
perfectly proper,

indeed, one is almost obliged
to refuse him the first time.

But twice!

Why, it's tempting providence.

Not that I hold any brief for the chap.

Not my sort at all.
Too damn close,

if you know what I mean.
But I tell you straight, girl,

if you turn him down,
you're a fool.

And before he's finished,
if I'm any judge,

he'll be stinking rich.

It's charming.

Quite charming.
You are a lucky girl.

You're not suggesting for a
minute that I should keep it.

Keep it?
Why not, dear?

Why not?
You know perfectly well why not.

I shall send it back directly.

I love you, Irene. Nothing can prevent me
from loving you.

Whatever you ask of me,you shall have.
Whatever conditions you make,

I'll agree to and abid as hold me
but you must marry me.

I shall never
stop asking you until you consent.

I've no patience with you. There you sit,
playing the piano.

There's nothing else i'd rather do.

One word, and you could be mistress
of a fine house in london.

All the servants you need, good clothes,
jewels, a carriage of your own,

theatres, the opera,
London society open to receive you,

and a husband that any girl,
any girl, could be proud of.

Now just tell me,
once and for all,

what's wrong with you?
Nothing.

Then what's wrong with him?
Again, nothing.

He's everything
you say, but...

but you don't love him.
No.

Then you'd better learn how to,
him or some other man.

Because I tell you frankly,
Irene,

there will be no home for you here.

You're not my child.
Thank God.

You dare to say that,
after all I've tried to do for you.

But let it pass, I'm not vindictive.

As you know, the lease of this
house will be up in 6 months,

and we shall move to Bradford.

Mr. Lomax will be engaged
in business there.

Now you may come with us or not,
as you please.

Thank you. I shall not come.

Perhaps you have forgotten.
Until you're 21,

I am still your legal guardian.
I hadn't forgotten.

So that when I said, as you please,
I meant, naturally, subject to your marrying.

If you don't, of course,
you'll come with us.

And I shall put up
with your moods and tantrums

until you come of age.
After that, your future is your own affair.

And I shudder to think what it may be.

I will not come with you.

Well, as I say,
the choice is yours.

But don't be a silly girl.

Chances like this
don't come every day,you understand.

And I know
what my choice would be.

Crying?

Oh, come now, little girl,
that won't do.

There's no need for that at all.

You're far to pretty
to cry over a chap like that.

He's not worth it,you can take my word.

A cold, legal sort of fellow,

now that's not the kind of man for you,
and you know it,don't you, eh?

That's why you'll have nothing to do with him.
Well, I don't blame you.

Money's not everything, what?
Oh, no, no, no,don't run away.

And don't pay any attention to the wife.

She doesn't know what's in you, but I do.

Please let me go.

No, not a bit of it.
You've got warm blood in you,

but it takes a man
to rouse it, a real man.

I know what a girl like you needs,
damned if I don't, and I'll see you get it.

You'll forget about Forsyte.

You come along northwith us, lovey,
and we'll have a lot of fun together, hm?

Hey, come back!

Irene? What's the matter?

Irene!

Irene!

Irene.

What happened?

Soames...

I don't love you.

I don't think i can ever love you,
but in one of your letters,

you said that if I made conditions,
you would agree to them.

I meant what I said.

Do you really think it possible
to marry with conditions or reservations?

I don't know.I'm prepared to try.
What is it you want?

If I marry you, Soames,

I'll do my utmost to be
a good and loving wife to you,

in every way that a woman should.

But this is my condition: I have no right
to impose it upon you, none at all,

but I must.

If I should fail...you won't fail.

But if I should,
then I will ask you to let me go.

To set me free again,
in whatever way these things can be arranged.

You must promise me now that if
I ask you this, you will agree.

Will you swear it?

I swear it, on my honor.

Then I will marry you.

With this ring,I thee wed.

With this ring,
I thee wed.

With my body, I thee worship.

With my body, I thee worship.

And with all my worldly goods, I thee endow.

With all my worldly goods,
I thee endow.

Those whom god hath joined together,
let no man put asunder.

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