All language subtitles for The Forsyte Saga s01e08 Indian Summer of a Forsyte.eng

The tragic death of philip bosinney
would no doubt be accepted

as an accident,
almost certainly

by the coroner,
and without any doubt,

by the forsyte family.

Yet to my mi

and I know the same thought
was in my father's,

bosinney's death
was no accident.

The forsytes had
surely killed him.

And why not,
they might well ask.

The poor buccaneer
had threatened

their ble
possessions:

Their money and the sanctity
of the hearth.

Retribution, they'd call it.
Upon bosinney, upon irene,

who had dared to fall in love,

even upon june,
for bringing him

into the family circle.

Who's going to tell her?
- June?

Yes. I can't bear
the thought of it.

He was everything to her.
I think helene

might, father.
What?

Yes. Just after you left
stanhope gate

an inspector appeared
on the doorstep.

He told us both the news. I was
going to fetch you at once,

but we went inside first,
for a moment.

June was upstairs,
dressing.

Helene thought that if she came
down before we got back,

well, the news might come more
easily from another woman.

Might, might. I'd be grateful
if she has.

Hello.

Isn't grandpapa down yet?

And where's my... my father?

Has he left you
by yourself? I'm so sorry.

June, will you come
and sit down?

Why?
- I have to tell you something,

something tragic and dreadful.

You must please prepare yourself

for a great shock.
What is it?

What's happened?
- Is it grandpapa?

Phil? Is it do

with phil?
- He...

are you trying
to tell me he's gone?

Gone away with...?
- No, june. He

well, what then?
- He had an accident.

An accident?
- Oh, where is he? I must go

to him at once.
June, dear.

Quick, tell me, where is he?
He's dead.

No.

He was run over in the fog
last night and was killed.

No!

No! It's not true.

It can't be true.
It can't be!

But it is. Isn't it?

June...

Whoa!

Jo, I don't think you can be
much help to june, but...

but what?

I'm thinking
of that poor girl irene.

If she hasn't heard already,
soames'll tell her.

Unless I'm mistaken, he won't be
too squeamish about it.

Someone ought to go there.
Father.

Tell her... tell her if you see
her that I'll do anything I can.

Newspaper vendor:

London architect killed in fog!
All the news, all the news,

all the latest!
Horrible accident, london

architect killed in fog.
Paper, sir?

Horrible accident, london
architect killed in fog.

Look, here's half a crown.
Go somewhere else.

Well, guv'nor,
this is me beat.

Two half crowns, now go.

You've come back.

Why are you sitting here

in the dark?

I suppose you...

I suppose you've seen this.

You know he's dead.

That's why you've come back.

You've nowhere else to go,
have you?

No, stay.

Where else should you be

but... here?

He was your lover,

wasn't he?
- Don't deny it. I know now.

I know for certain.
I don't deny anything.

Why? I don't understand why.

I'm a human being.

I'm a man.
I love you.

You think you know what
that word means?

Yes!
You really think you know?

I think so.

Have I been good to you?

I've tried to be.

You had everything
you want.

Except one thing.
Oh, one thing! This freedom

you talk about, I suppose.

But we can't all be free

to do exactly as we like.
And if we were, what sort of a

world do you think we'd live in?
- Why there'd be no order.

No rules. No settled society.

The morals of the hen run.

Anarchy.
Is that what you w

is that the way you think we
should behave? Like animals?

Is that your idea of marriage?
- That you should give yourself

any man that takes your fancy?
- Do you want to live

like a whore?
- Stay, you'll hear me out.

Very well, since
it's for the last time.

But if I were...
what you called me,

you'd have

no cause for complaint.
Because you've tried to buy me

with your money
and your position

and with your love.
Yes, yes, you have loved me,

and I believe you still do,
in your way.

But none of it,
nothing you can offer,

is as much to me
as one touch of his hand.

That's the freedom

i asked for, soames.
The freedom to love once,

just once and forever.

But you denied me that because

love to you is greed
and the lust for possession,

for ownership.
I was speaking of marriage.

Yes, I know.
And marriage is a contract,

freely entered into, with rights
and obligations on both sides.

Our marriage is over.
No!

Irene... look, couldn't we

begin again?

I've been harsh with you,

I know, I'm sorry.

But, I've suffered too,

you know. Yes. Damnably.

But we can get over this

in time.

I'll make no demands

on you.
No, no, I mean that.

We can make a life together,

if we both try.

If there's anything

you want...
just one thing.

What is it?

Your permission
to stay here tonight.

As you so delicately said,
I've nowhere else to go.

And tomorrow I'll be gone

from this house.
You won't have to suffer

any more because of me.
You're still my wife.

I'm not!
I'm not your anything.

I don't understand you!
No, you don't!

And you never will.
But I'll say it once more,

I am not your property.

You don't own me,

and no one else ever will.
Is that clear?

From now on I own myself!

Yes.
Here, cabbie.

Wait for me, please.

Well, sir? What do you want?

Oh, it's you.
Your door was open, soames.

Well?
- Might I speak with your wife

for a moment? I have a...
my wife can see no one.

I should only keep her
a moment.

I said my wife
can see no one.

This is my house.

I manage my own affairs.
I've told you before,

We are not at home.

Well, I don't know.

That you, parfitt?
- I shan't want anything more.

You can go to bed.
I'll lock up.

It's jo, father.
Ah, there you are.

Where's helene?
- Upstairs with june.

The child fainted
when your wife told her.

She's better now, but helene
insisted on staying with her.

Yes, she
well, did you see

the man of property?
- Yes, I saw him.

And I saw his wife.
Just for a moment.

Father?

But these are mine.
I didn't

yeah, I've picked them up
from time to time.

At a reasonable figu
you don't charge much

for your work.
I charge what I can get.

I notice you haven't
hung them anywhere?

Well, no, I was...
hardly your style, eh?

Well, frankly, my boy,
wishy-washy?

No. I wouldn't say that.
Perhaps a little too small?

Well, I am a forsyte.
We like a lot for our money.

That's a principle soames
carries too far, much too far.

What is it, jo?

Did he say anything?
- Yes, he told me

to mind my own business.
That's his privilege,I suppose.

He wouldn't let me talk to irene, but I saw her,

just for an instant.

She only half saw me,
I think for a moment she

believed she was seeing
a miracle.

That young bosinney had come
back from the dead.

Then she understood and her face
went cold, like a stone,

and soames slammed the door in my face.

Well that's his privilege too,I suppose.

But stil...yes, but the thought of her,
shut up there with him,

after all that's happened.
It's intolerable.

Poor little thing. One shouldn't
condone immorality, I suppose.

But... no.

I take it she was the young
fellow's mistress?

Yes, I'm certain of it.
It's a coil, isn't it?

But jo, the older I get,
the less ready I am to condemn

the young for what they do.
I can't help it.

Young people ought to be happy
if they can.

We're young for too short
a time.

I agree with y
but I'm quite sure

i'm the only forsyte who would.
I dare say.

What will she do?
- Well, she won't stay with

soames, I'm certain of that.
The question is,

what will he do?
- Will he divorce her?

He'll think twice.
There's a scandal

in his precious career.
Lawyers don't like getting mixed

up with the law, you know.
No, he'll hold on.

She's his wife, and a wife's
a man's property

just as much as a carriage
or a house.

Oh, he'll hold on
as long as he can.

Yes, he's a tenacious brute.
Father, there's something

i haven't told you,
but I think perhaps

you should know.
You are the head

of the family.
Much anyone thinks

of that nowadays.
What is it?

After I left soames' house,
I bumped into cousin george.

Oh, that chap.
Yes, apparently, he was the last

person to see bosinney alive.
What?

Yes, he found him wandering
about in the fog.

At first cousin george thought
that the buccaneer was drunk.

He was weaving all
over the place,

didn't seem to care what was
happening to him.

He was talking a lot too.
"Babbling", as george called it.

But he heard enough
to understan

what the poor devil
was going through.

Apparently irene had just told
him something

which had driven him
out of his mind.

It appears the night before
soames had decided to exercise

his rights as a husband,

irene resisted,

and soames used force.

But that's barbarous.

I refuse to believe it.

George was positive, father.
Utterly revolting!

Poor woman, poor woman.
Yes, and poor bosinney.

But if it is true,
it explains a lot.

Why did you think it necessary
to tell me, jo?

It'll get about.

You mean george
will tell others?

He might.
He's a malicious chap.

He never could be doing
with soames.

It's best that you should know.
A terrible thing. Terrible!

Will you
take some more brandy, jo?

Yes, a little more, thank you.
You see george sometimes,

don't you?
- At my club, yes.

Tell him to keep
his mouth shut.

This is not a thing
to get about.

If he tells
just one more person, I...

here, my boy.
All right, father.

Come on. Sit down.
This'll do us both good.

I've had a shock.

I won't deny it.

All right.

Yes.

You see a house
in a fashionable square:

Trim. Elegant. Distinguished.

The family who live there,
equally so.

And suddenly you catch a glimpse

of the reality
behind the fa�ade.

For a moment, just a moment,
you're aware.

Violence. Desperation.
Wild passion.

It's a rum old world, father.

No wonder you're shocked.
That's as may be, but we're none

of us eager to leave it, are we?
- No, I suppose not.

Go on wanting things.
With one foot in the grave,

we'll want something,
I shouldn't wonder.

Jo, this business has helped me
to make up my mind:

I'm too old.

Nonsense.
For london, I mean.

All this noise
and rushing about.

No, I shall resign
from my boards

and sell this great barrack
of a place.

Yeah? And what then?

Robin hill.

What? Bosinney's place?
- Soames' house?

I believe he'll sell.
James thinks so.

And I'll buy,
if the price is right.

But only on one condition.

What's that?
- That you come too. You

and your wife and the children.

Well, I should like it

of course.
But I can't answer

for helene.
I dare say we shall get on.

What about j
after this we may have to make

other arrangements for june.
But what about you?

You agree?
- Well I'll put it to helene of

course, I think she must be glad
for the children's s

but, well, you know how
unpredictable she can be.

She worries too much,
and she's too thin.

Well, father, if helene agrees,

I agree with all my heart.

Good, good, we

come and see me tomorrow when
you've talked it over, eh?

Roger, dear, you must be very proud of little francie.

Oh, it's a charming waltz.

What does she call this one?
- "The kensington coil",

I believe.

How appropriate.

Yes, it does have a sweet dip
to the melody.

And is this one
to be published too?

Of course it is.
So she tells

roger, don't pretend
not to know.

It's coming out next week.
The same firm that published her

"songs for little people"
and "kiss me, mother,

ere I die."

Euphemia tells me

there's money in it.
Money? What sort of money,

I'd like to know.
Oh, quite a lot, uncle.

Enough to buy all her clothes.
You don't tell

roger should put a stop to it,
in my opinion.

Good heavens, why?
- Music, poetry, a lot

of time-wasting rubbish.
If you ask me, all very well

for a pack of foreigners,

but an english girl,

who knows
what company she'll be keeping?

A lot of riff-raff,
I shouldn't wonder.

Oh, uncle nicholas, that point
of view is quite out of date.

Girls do all sorts
of things nowadays.

They always did, what?

They always did.
But she's a clever little thing,

well turned out.
Damn me if I don't take her

for a drive one of these days.
And did you see the critiques

in the ladies' genteel guide?
- No!

No?
- Oh, winifred cut it out for me.

One moment.

Thank you, my dear.
That was very nice.

Thank you, aunt juley.
Well done, francie.

I wish I had your talent.
Now, do you think it will sell?

Smith and latchmore
think so.

I made them raise
my royalties for it.

Raise your royalties?
- "If you don't",

I said,
"I shall take

my immortal works elsewhere."

Somehow, roger,

I can't help regretting that
francie doesn't compose

classical music.

She did, once.
Really?

A violin sonata, she called it,
or some such nonsense.

It didn't sell 30 copies.

Ah, here it is.
Now, listen everybody.

"We have pleasure in noticing
the latest

"of miss francie forsyte's'
"spirited ditties, entitled

'grandma's porgy. '

"It is both sparkling and

pathetic, and we ourselves

"were moved to tears
and laughter.

Miss forsyte should go far."
There!

Don't go too far, dear.

Talking of going far, they tell
me soames has given up

his london house.

Yes, aunt, he...
gone to live in brighton,

I hear.
Ah, some very good property

in brighton.
It's a growing place,

they tell me,
though why it should be,

I don't know.
I believe the sea breeze

is a very beneficial...
has anybody seen

anything of...?
- Soames travels up daily

to the office.
He finds the walk

to the station...
I've seen her.

Who, dear?
- In the morning.

Irene. Well, that's who
you meant, wasn't it?

Yes, dear, of course.
Yes, I saw her at a concert

by herself,
looking beautiful and sad.

You know, I've always

rather liked her.
If you ask me,

I think soames should...
soames should do what, nicholas?

Get her back?
- Is that what you mean?

She'd never go back.
After, what is it? Four years?

Four years of freedom?
- I know I wouldn'T.

You shouldn't know anything
at all about such things.

Oh, don't be so stuffy, father.
Women nowadays know everything.

What I want to know is if irene
does go back to soames,

where will they live?

There's no question of t
because jolyon's gone and bought

soames' house, hasn't he?
- Yes, but, aunt,

that's old history.
Oh, is it?

And jo living there
with that immoral german girl.

His wife, aunt.

Oh, I dare say.
But timothy thinks it's

all quite irregular.
And june there. And those

children. Well...
it's a very decent little house.

I've seen it.
Very pretty little cellar.

A gentleman's house.
That's what james said.

A gentleman's house.
And whatever we may say about

mr. Bosinney...
I would prefer it

if he were not mentioned.
He must have been

a very clever young man
to build a house like that.

I do wish I could have seen it.

There, boy.
What is it?

Don't let that dog touch your frock.

He's got wet paws.

Here, boy.
I don't mind.

What's his name?

Balthasar.
Don't ask me why.

They've all gone to spain.

I'm alone.

Would you care

to come up to the house?

Thank you, uncle jolyon.

I should like to.
Good. Good.

I dare say it's not quite

as you remember it.
My son's a painter, you know.

He's got a french taste
in things.

It's not mine, but there,
the place will belong to him

when I'm gone.
It's elegant.

You'll stay to dinner?

It's a lonely business eating
all by yourself.

You said they were all away?

In spain.
Jo had always wanted

to paint there
and helene needed a holiday.

She worries, you know.
And she's not been well.

June decided to go with them.
So all I have left

is little holly.
Isn't there a grandson?

Oh, yes, jolly.
A fine little chap,

but he's at school.
His first year at harrow.

Ah, mademoiselle, how is she?

Very well now, I think.
Good, good.

I believe she sleeps now.
Holly's been upset.

Too many strawberries, eh,
mademoiselle?

No, sir.
May I introduce mademoiselle

beuce, holly's governess.
Mademoiselle, this is my niece.

How do you do, mademoiselle?
- My name is mrs. Heron.

Enchant�e, madame.
Now, mademoiselle,

mrs. Heron is dining with me.
Will you take her up

to miss june's room,
and see she has hot water

and so on?
- Certainly, sir.

Dinner's in a half an hour.
I shan't change.

Please come with me, madam.
Thank you.

Sir?

Ah! Plunket, I forgot to say i
have a lady to dinner with me.

Tell cook to do
something extra.

Very good, sir.
And plunket, one more thing.

Go down to the cellar,
turn right inside the door,

first bin on your right you'll
find 14 bottles of hock.

Bring me up one of those,

plunket, but handle it
like a baby, will you?

That's a steinberg cabernet.
I bought it 35 years ago.

I doubt there's four dozen
bottles left in england.

Chill it now, and it'll be just
right for dinnertime.

Th

we'll take coffee
in the drawing room.

Very good, sir.
A glass of p

i'd rather just
finish this, if I may.

It's a superb wine.

I wouldn't give it
to everybody.

Tell me, where are

you living now?
- Chelsea.

I have a little flat there.
You're alone?

Quite alone.
What do you do all day?

Teach music.

I have another interest too.
Work, there's nothing

like it, is there?
- I don't do any now.

I'm getting on, you know.
What's the other interest?

Trying to help women
who've come to grief.

To grief?

Lord, I see.

What can you do for them?

Not much.
I've no money to spare,

but I belong to a society,

just a few of us.

We do what we can.
How do you... I mean,

how do you find them?
- Through the hospitals.

The hospitals.

That's a sad, terrible business.

What hurts chiefly is that once
they were all children,

pretty children too,

most of them.
I don't know how you...

I can't bear to think about...
I shouldn't have mentioned it.

No, no.
These things do exist,

alongside our comfortable world.

My comfortable world.

Good to be reminded of them
from time to time.

Shall we go into

the drawing room?

Perhaps you'll play to me.

I should like to.
I'll join you in a minute when

i've found a cigar.

Is there anything you'd especially like to hear?
- Mozart?

Mendelssohn?
- More chopin.

It's an evening for chopin,
don't you think?

Indeed I do.

Nocturnes? Preludes?

Yes.
But come and have a coffee.

And some cognac to go with it.
Oh, no cognac, thank you.

And no coffee.
But I'll pour some for you.

Thank you.

Without cream, please.

Does this annoy you?

On the contrary.
Curious thing.

Strong cigars
and wagner's music.

Seem to go together,
and I never could abide either.

As I get older, beethoven.

Mozart, of course. Handel, yes.

Schubert.
But above all, chopin.

That seem strange to you?

Sentimental?
- No, he was not sentimental.

He loved beauty.

Beautiful.

To look at you
and listen to chopin,

more than a man deserves.

I've said something

to upset you.

There, there, my love.

Now, now. Now, now, now.

There, there.

It's okay.
All right.

There, there.

Yes.

All right.

All over now.

I'm sorry.
Forgive me.

Forgive me.

Now, you must come again.

Come for lunch.
You'll meet holly.

She's a dear little thing.
And that dog's taken a fancy to you.

The carriage is waiting, sir.

Thank you.

He'll get you back
to town in an hour or so.

Here, this is for your prot�g�S.

Fifty pounds!
Oh, how kind you are.

Rubbish.
Say no more.

Very well.But thank you.

I'll go and put my hat on.

Thank you.

Plunket.

Yes, sir?
- Tell beacon to have the landau

at the door at 10:00 tomorrow.

I'm going up to london.

Come in, uncle jolyon.

Tell me, what do you pay

for a place like this?

Forty pounds a year.

You don't think
that's too much, do you?

No. Reasonable enough,
I dare say.

Oh, do sit down.
Thank you.

I did enjoy our drive, and
that splendid tea at ruffels.

It was like being a child again,

taken out for a treat
in the holidays.

We must do it again.

Uncle jolyon,
has june forgiven me?

She doesn't speak about it,

but I should think so.
Why not?

Have you?
- Yes, just as soon

as I knew how the land lay.
I regret nothing.

I couldn'T.

When you were young, did you
ever love very deeply?

Ah, love's a strange thing,

sometimes a fatal thing.

The old greeks knew that, that's

why they made love a goddess.

I dare say they were right.

Philip adored them, the way
they gave themselves to art.

He did too.

He had something of the sculpto.
Yes, yes, he loved good line,

balance, symmetry,
the golden age of design

and architecture.
Do you know... he once said

that he felt you belonged to it?

What?

He said you had a real
sense of beauty.

The devil he did.

Well, so I have, or I wouldn't
be sitting here with you.

It's strange enough that I'm

here, that I'm alive at all.

That night

that night, my son
saw you for a moment.

Was that your son?

Yes.
I thought for a second

it was philip.
Early in the morning,

I went down to the river.
I didn't care whether

i lived or died,
but I was thinking of death.

A woman saw me hesitating.

She caught me by the arm.

One of those women?
- She told me her story,

and I was ashamed.
When you know what other people

suffer, you're ashamed.

She took care of me

for three days.
I had no money

and no hope.
She never left me un

i was able to face
the thought of living.

And that's why you...
that's why I do what I can

for them now.

No money!

I wish you'd come to me.

Why didn't you?

Because my name is forsyte?

Or was it june
that kept you away?

Well, no matter.

From now on, you must come to me
for anything you need.

If you don't,

I shall be quite cut up.
Thank you.

I manage very well.
Now, you're coming to lunch

on sunday, don't forget.
Thank you. I won'T.

You mustn't come down

if you find it dull.
Dull?

Hvenly.
Well, it's a pleasure

to see you.
Little holly's face is the only

one here I care to look at,
except yours.

And that's not humbug.
I never told a woman I admired

her when I didn'T.

Except my wife in the old days.

When holly marries,
I shan't be here to see it.

I don't like to think
of her being hurt.

That dog will scratch.

Does soames ever trouble you?

No.
I haven't seen him.

Ah, that's a comfort.
Shall we take a turn around the garden?

- I might find you a nectarine.

I should like that.
Good.

To dance on sundays!

The little tayleurs
never behaved so.

The tayleurs were such
well-bred children.

My fault, mademoiselle.

Bah, better the day,
better the deed.

Go on, chicken,
have your tea.

We have shocked mademoiselle.

She's a thin,
rum little soul.

As for the tayleurs...
a little priggish?

Holly hates them.
The tayleurs are constantly held up as an example.

Gives her a dreadful feeling of inferiority.

And in mademoiselle's next place,

she'll frighten her pupils with the virtues
of the little forsytes.

I dare say, I dare say.

But holly's musical, I think.

You haven't heard her play,
will you give me an opinion?

Of course I will.
You wouldn't like to teach her,would you?

I should like to very much,

but what about june?
They'll be coming home soon.

What does that matter?
- She may have forgiven me, as you said,

but she'd never forget.
Nonsense. She must forget.

Because you say so,
uncle jolyon?

She's a forsyte too.
Yes. We're a stubborn lot.

Oh, it's so hard to refuse you
when you've been so kind to me.

Then you'll come?

Twice a week until
your family returns.

Then we'll see.

Damn it, jo.

That's not bad,
that's not at all bad.

Jo?

Coming.

Did it go well?

Yes, my love.
I think I've captured it.

Tell me, how are you?

Are you feeling any better?
- How's that migraine?

Oh, much better.
Much, much better.

But tell me,
what have you captured?

Simplicity.

I don't understand.
Well, I'll try and explain.

Now, when you first start
to paint in watercolors,

you take a small brush,
like this.

Then you wet it,
and fill it with color.

Now let's say...
chrome yellow.

By all means, jo.
Chrome yellow it is.

Then you lay the brush
gently on the paper,

you move it ever
so slightly,

and you lift it.
And what have you got?

Let me imagine.
I think what you have is

the first petal of a flower.

Right.

A daisy, perhaps.
A yellow daisy.

Oh, I love you.
You can see it.

Oh, yes, jo.
I can see the first petal of a daisy.

Something you can't improve upon

no matter how much you fiddle
with tone, shadows, half-lights.

All you're doing, however clever
and subtle you think you are,

is getting further
and further away

from your first clear vision
of a daisy.

And this you have learned
here, in spain?

No, I think
i've always known it.

The trouble is we're so bound
by the conventional.

What other painters
have done before us.

All very well, of course.
But the academics and teachers

lay down as rules
what should only be guidelines.

But here, in this spanish light,

where the colors are harsh

and the shadows solid...you see clearly.
Yes, I think so.

For the first time in my life.

And will you wish
to stay here?

Oh, of course not!

If it's real,
this way of looking at thi

then it must be just as real
in england as it is out here.

Anyway, I have to find out.

I'm glad, jo.

I pine a little for england.

Then we shall go home.

Next week.

Letters for us all.

Ah.
A batch for you, father.

Thank you.
One for me from grandpapa.

And one for you, helene.

Are you better?

Oh yes, thank you, yes.
Oh, this is from holly.

Oh, sweet. She's so sweet.

Listen, jo.
"Balthasar always comes when

we pick strawberries,
"but he won't eat any.

"He thinks we're r
"and gets very cross

like mademoiselle.
"She's being very tiresome,

but she doesn't mean it.
"Balthasar and grandpapa

send their love.
"I've got a ne music teacher.

"She is beautiful
and isn't a bit cross

"and gives me pieces to play,

"not these stupid scales...
all the time."

Oh, all the time.
"She and grandpapa

go to concerts sometimes
"and she plays me the music

they've heard.
She's not our real aunt,

grandpapa says..."

real aunt?

"But I'm allowed to call her
aunt irene."

Irene?

Well?

Very fine.
This chap, massenet,

he's no mozart, but...
confess, uncle jolyon,

you like it.
Very well, I like it.

It's extremely important,
uncle jolyon,

for your continued
enjoyment of music,

that you entertain
a totally novel idea.

Oh, what's that?
- The notion, subversive

though it may seem,
that since beethoven

and mozart,
there have been other

composers of merit.
You're making fun of me.

Yes.
I'm glad you should feel like doing so.

Irene, I've been wanting to say this to you.

Don't get wrapped up in the past.

Mustn't waste life.

Too little of it.
And when you get to be

an old chap, like me,
you know what you've missed

because you've been cautious
all your days, too cautious

to take what life offers.

I have accepted it.

You know I've accepted it.
Yes, you have,

but you're still young.
Go on accepting it.

Of all the forsytes I've met,
you are the most unpredictable.

You've not met my son, have you?

You don't know my boy, jo.
We've had our differences,

but looking back,
I have to admit

that he's been right.
Yes, on the whole,he's been right.

I've put off telling you this, I won't deny it.

They're coming back.

Next monday.
June too?

Yes, but this must make
no difference.

Holly must still
have her lessons.

You will still come down?
- Uncle jolyon...

dear uncle jolyon,

you know it's impossible.
There can be no more lessons.

No more operas,

no more visits to robin hill.

Excuse me, sir.

A telegram, sir.
The boy's waiting for an answer.

Telegram?

No answer, plunket.

Ah, mrs. Heron is
coming to lunch.

Tell cook, will you?

Yes, sir.

Ah. Bal, bal, bal, balthasar!

Come, boy!
Come, we'll meet her.

Your letter received.
Will be with you

12:30 this morning.
Love, irene.

Come on, you old rag-bag.

Come on, boy! Come on, eh?

Mommy!

"To my granddaughter,june forsyte,

"50,000 pounds in trust,

"the income to be hers entirely,
free of legacy duty.

"And if she marries, to be held
in trust for her heirs,

"and so on and so forth.

"And to my beloved niece,
irene forsyte,

"born irene heron,

"by which name
she is now known,

I leave the sum
of 15,000 pounds."

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