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There were two reasons,

I believe,

why my respected father-in-law

should take up

the game of golf.

And both of them are

characteristic of a forsyte.

First, on his 69th birthday,

he was presented with

an old set of clubs

by that apostle of fitness,jack cardigan.

And forsytes refuse

to waste anything,

even an unwanted gift.

For the second reason, one must

look to that dogged tenacity

so characteristic of forsytes

in general,

and of fleur's father

in particular.

Having set his hand

to the plow,

whether it be golf,

defaulting managers

or libel suits,

a forsyte never gives up.

And although it may be hard

to imagine him, at his age,

as a serious contender

for the amateur championship,

it will certainly not be

for the want of trying.

Oh, whatever it is you're doing,

dear boy, I do wish you'd stop.

Stop?

I'm convinced

you'll do yourself an injury.

Nonsense.

It's very good for the liver.

But disastrous for the lawn.

There's a telegram for you.

Good god.

What is it, dear?

It's from michael.

He wants to see me tomorrow.

That red-haired baggage,

what's her name?

Marjorie ferrar?

Yes, she's suing fleur for libel.

Doesn't libel have to be written down?

Yes.

Excuse me.

Good morning, madam.

Well, coaker,

a tiresome journey,

but here we are at last.

Ah, there you are.

It's good of you both to come

at such short notice.

Fleur's in the drawing room,

sir.

There's a pretty pair of shoes.

I told you not to let her go

around abusing that young woman.

Well, I know, sir, but fleur

doesn't consult me

every time she writes a letter

to one of her friends.

Pretty friends.

Let's have a look

at the writ.

It's here, sir.

Hello, aunt freddie.

Michael, it all seems rather petty to me.

Now, why doesn't fleur apologize

and have done with it?

Oh, she won't hear of it.

She's spoiling for a fight.

Well, I think

she's a silly girl.

Well?

Ah, there you are.

Now this thing, they want

an unqualified apology

and damages.

You won't eat your words,

I suppose?

Do you want me to?

Hm?

No, why should I?

I'm in the right.

Let me tell you something

from bitter experience.

The courts exist to penalize

people who are in the right.

Now these words

they complain of,

"snake of the first water."

"Hasn't a moral about her."

They're true but the trouble is, old thing, where's the evidence?

All right.

If she wants

to be opened up, she shall be.

I know she flew to paris

with walter nazing

last november.

But surely, dear, people can fly

in couples without...

ah, but anabel nazing said she

didn't mind walter

flying to paris with mar

but she only wished she'd

been told beforehand

so that she could fly there

with somebody else.

Good gracious me.

Well, perhaps we could

subpoena mrs. Nazing.

She's never give walter

away in court.

Oh.

Well, what else

about miss ferrar?

Everybody knows she's having

an affair with aubrey greene.

But he's a friend of yours!

He has been until now.

Yes, but fleur, between

"everybody knows"

and "somebody tells"

is a great gap fixed.

She just wants money

out of us.

As if she cared whether people

thought her moral or not.

She despises morality.

Her view of morality.

Well, perhaps, we needn't go

into personal details at all.

What, do you mean get her

to admit

that she's read certain books,

acted in certain plays,

danced certain dances...

yes.

T mit work.

Except that one's own point

of view isn't quite

that of a british jury's, sir.

I mean, even yours and mine,

I expect, don't precisely tally.

I know what you mean, michael,

but you get a clever barrister,

and he can turn the whole thing

into an indictment of the...

the fast set

and modern morality.

And then we won't be accused of

exposing a woman's private life.

Oh, yes.

Now, you'll have

to give me the names

of all these plays and books

and dancing clubs and so forth.

Oh, and I shall want all

the information I can get

about this affair

with this greene chap.

Well, you can't get

that from me, sir.

I haven't got it.

Do forgive me, soames, but these

books and plays and so on...

yes, I mean, supposing

i were asked if I'd read them.

Who can stand up today

and profess to be shocked?

You won't be asked any questions

at all if I can help it.

Nobo

this thing's going

to be settled out of court.

Without an apology.

Yes.

Yes, of course.

It all seems a great deal

of fuss about nothing.

But to do that, we need a strong

case of justification.

Father would have said,

"I can't imagine it."

We're going to frighten that

young woman out of her wits.

Now, michael, you mentioned

certain books

she might have read.

Have you any particular book

in mind?

Well, let's see.

Yes, there's a thing going the

rounds called canthar.

Called what?

Canthar, by perceval calvin,

it's published in brussels.

It sells privately

over here.

Is that an advanced book?

Well, I haven't read it,

but I gather the...erotic

passages are pretty hot stuff.

Where can I get a copy?

I'll get you one.

Lunch is served.

Oh, splendid.

Thank you, croaker.

Oh, by the w

i did hear something

the other day, michael.

It might help.

Do you know a man called

sir alexander macgowan?

He's an mp.

No, I can't say I do.

Oh, but I do, I'm sure.

Yes, we met

at hattie chesseman'S.

He inherited a great deal

of money.

Jute, I think, or something

equally disagreeable.

I'm told he doubled it

in 10 years.

Very interesting, but...

one of those

educated scotchman,

fettes and balliol,

presbyterian, rather formidable.

I didn't like him.

Well, anyway, someone told me

that he was after marjorie.

Hm?

Well, seriously.

Marriage and all that.

Sooner or later, she's got

to marry money,

and how will

the dour sir alec like it

if her dirty linen's

on view all over london?

Now, look here, marjorie,

there's just the one thing

to be done.

You've got to make

our engagement public.

Announce it in

the times tomorrow.

Oh, no. You're still

on probation.

I'm not sure

that I want to marry you.

But I want to marry you.

And that's that?

That's that.

No, alec.

I haven't made up

my mind about marriage.

When I do, I'll tell you.

Settlewhite thinks you've

a good case,

but I won't have you

appearing in court.

You won't

no. I'll go around

and see forsyte.

I'll get an apology from him

tomorrow. And from his daughter.

I don't think you will.

My father's seen old forsyte,

and he wouldn't budge.

The man's got a chin you

could hang a kettle on.

This could be

unpleasant for you,

unless he settles

out of court.

I don't care

a twopenny damn.

He'll settle.

I've got those letters.

He'd better settle.

Or I'll break every bone

in his body.

Alec, really.

He must be 70.

What about mont? He's not 70.

Michael? Oh, no,

michael's a de

i can't have you breaking

his bones.

Oh, is that so?

All right, then.

Wait till he launches his

foggartism nonsense in the house.

I'll eat him.

Poor little michael.

Don't answer it.

That's either a bailiff,

or else it's a sort of american prince charming.

And in that case, I don't choose to pass up...

That's the expression

they use, "pass up."

Don't you think it's divine?

What american?

A waif and stray from south carolina.

An innocent from the heart of the heartland,and in that case...

I don't care to pass up a very worthwhile experience.

Marjorie.

Now, look here...

no, I think, on balance,

I'll take the risk.

Yes?

Hello.

Who are you?

My name is wilmot.

Mr. Francis wilmot of naseby,

south carolina.

And francis, this uncouth person

is sir alexander macgown

of dungowrie, angus.

Sir alexander.

Miss ferrar and i

are discussing business.

May I suggest you leave us?

Why, no, sir alexander,

I can't do that.

Why not?

Because I'm here

at miss ferrar's invitation.

For tea.

Is that tr

alec, I should warn you, a

southern gentleman doesn't like

to be called a liar.

Isn't that so, mr. Wilmot?

I guess so, ma'am.

Don't look so bewildered,

francis.

Sit down.

You behaved beautifully,

but you've made an enemy.

Good. Ill-mannered brute.

Is he always like that?

No, but he's always passionate.

With you?

Oh, marjorie,

are you telling me...

he wants to marry me.

But you wouldn'T.

I might.

I don't believe it.

Someday.

He's a man.

He loves me.

England must be full

of men who love you.

Men like...me.

Oh, my dear boy.

After three weeks?

After three seconds.

I knew as soon as I saw you

that evening at the monts'.

You think I'm crazy?

Frankly, I think you're

rather sweet, but...

for years I've been planning

my trip to europe,

especially to england,

where my folks came from.

I wanted to see worcestershire.

Edinburgh castle.

The tower of london.

Crufts dog show. The derby...

darby.

Okay, the darby.

Now...now the only thing

i want to see is you.

And I do see you.

Everywhere I look,

there you are, day and night.

Your face comes between me and everything else.

Will you marry me?

No, my dear child,I will not marry you.

Don't you think you could love me?

Ah, now, that's

something quite different.

Yes, I might be able to do that.

Well, then.

But I don't intend to.

Why not?

Because for you,

love means marriage, doesn't it?

It certainly does.

I should say it does

for any decent man.

Yes.

Now, tell me.

If I did marry you, where should we live?

Down in south carolina?

Amongst the cotton, surrounded

by all those trees

and cute darkies?

It's very beautiful.

I'm sure. But seriously,

can you see me there?

Yes, but if you don't like

the notion, why,

we can live wherever you want.

Very well, then.

Milk?

Please.

Shall I tell you what

it would mean?

It would mean...

a fair-sized house in london,

mayfair or belgravia,

big enough for entertaining

and a staff to match.

All the clothes I want

and a trip to paris

whenever I feel

like buying some.

A house in leicestershire

for the hunting season

and a villa on the riviera,

cap ferrat, I think.

And that's just the beginning.

Every year I should insist...

okay.

I haven't got

that kind of money.

Well, then,

it's impossible, isn't it?

I guess not.

Because if you ever love me,

you'll find that's all

that really matters.

You think so?

I know it.

Well, all I can say is,

don't bank on anything.

Now you must go.

But I...

no buts.

I have to change,

I'm late already.

Shall I see you tomorrow?

Telephone...about 11:00.

That was nice.

Don't make a habit of it.

Now, skedaddle.

Oh, golly, I am late.

Hello?

Can you get me kensington 2902,please?

Yes.

Hello? Aubrey?

Oh, good. Just to say i shall be half an hour late.

Mr. Wilmot, madam.

Oh, not in paris? How nice.

Tea?Thank you, no.

i've just had some.

With miss ferrar.

Oh, how interesting.

Where did she pick you up?

We met at my hotel.

A happy coincidence.

Yes, it was.

I want you to know I think

she's a wonderful person.

But, francis, I knew that.

Yes? Well, why did you write me

this letter?

Did you show it to her?

Lord, no.

But I'd like to have you tell me

what you mean

by calling her "the limit."

And I'd like to have you

tell me something.

Why this volte-face

since our party?

What she said that night,

I don't think she meant it.

Indeed.

Did she tell you that?

Not exactly.

She said she didn't mean us

to hear.

Look, you've been

real good to me.

Why don't you come along

with me and meet marjorie?

And well...shake hands.

You're from the south,

aren't you?

Any french blood?

My grandmother was

of french stock,

so I guess I'm a quarter french.

Yes, well, I'm more than that.

But you ought to know the french

don't forgive easily,

and they don't persuade

themselves

into believing

what they want to.

I see.

Before I leave,

you're going to tell me

what you meant by this letter.

Am I?

But of course.

The limit of perfection.

What else?

Aren't you the living proof?

Goodbye. I guess you'll

have no use for me from now on.

Goodbye, francis.

Good hunting.

And that is why, sir, I regret

that the speech from the throne

foreshadows no coherent policy

regarding either underemployment

or overpopulation.

But foggartism will supply

that policy.

Now while, since the war,

the population of this country

has increased by 2 million,

emigration has fallen from over

200,000 to 100,000.

Our old markets

in europe are shrinking,

so we must look overseas

to the empire.

But in order to create a new

market there

for our manufacturers

we must ensure a healthy growth

of population

able and willing

to buy our goods.

Now, foggartism asks

that you look ahead

to fix your minds on a date,

say 20 years hence, just a

minute in the life of a nation,

and to work steadily and

resolutely towards that date.

Jam yesterday.

Jam tomorrow.

But no jam today.

Exactly.

Can we afford jam today?

I think not, sir.

Indeed, there are many people

in this country without butter,

let alone jam.

Hear, hear.

Now, the foggart plan is

to send out in great numbers,

boys and girls between the ages

of 16 and 18

to the underdeveloped dominions.

The british character

of the british empire

will be established forever.

It will become

a self-sufficing unit.

Supply and demand between

the mother country

nions will be

leveled up...

and the dominions

will then supply themselves.

The honorable member will

forgive me if I doubt that.

For many years to come, we shall

be far ahead in the machinery

of manufacture...

but what is the alternative?

To reduce wages and increase

working hours in this country

in order to compete

with cheap labor in europe?

No, sir.

I want better wages, even more

moderate working hours.

And that want is common

among working men

wherever the british flag flies.

Hear, hear!

Talking through his hat.

Horrible man.

It is.

Yes, I'm sure it is.

Who is it, aunt?

Sir alexander macgown.

Oh, him.

England as she now is,

insufficiently protected

in the air,

lamentably devoid of food

producing power,

is an abiding temptation

to the aggressive feelings

of other nations.

Here again foggartism

requires that...

fog! Fog! Foggartism!

Shut up. Give him a chance.

Foggartism requires that we

lay down our land policy

so that in 10 years we may be

producing up to 70 percent

of our own food.

And let that policy be as sacred

as the league of nations.

And as damned.

The sacred and the damned.

It sounds like a novel

by dostoevsky.

Well, we shall get nowhere

without this damned sanctity.

On our land policy depends not

only the prosperity of farmers,

landlords and laborers.

But, if another war

should come,

the very existence of england.

One would like to applaud.

He's done it very well.

Emigration.

The land.

These two great issues demand

the same sweeping attention

as was given to vital measures

during the war.

As a nation, we have proved

that in times of crisis,

vast

reserves of energy.

We can snatch victory

from disaster.

And we can accept

self-sacrifice

for the sake of the future

and our children.

I put it to you

that this is such a time.

We dare not fail.

I am honored, sir,

in having been permitted

to draw the attention

of all parties

to this inspired treatise

by sir james foggart.

And I beg the house's pardon

for having been so long

in fulfilling my task.

I must congratulate the member

for mid-bucks on a lively

and well-delivered first speech,

though his appeal for less bread

and more taxes

savors more

of alice's wonderland

than practical politics.

Hear, hear!

The member for tyne and tees,

earlier in the debate,

made an allusion to the party

to which I have

the honor to belong.

I feel bound to say...

it did seem to go terribly well!

We must look

for tomorrow's times.

Hello, darling.

Oh, you did splendidly.

You are a clever,

clever boy.

Ah, aunt freddie.

Thank you, well,

I said it all,

but I don't think

it'll have any effect.

Bubbly, I thought.

Yes, of course. Aunt winifred,

shall I take your coat?

Oh, yes.

Well, blythe?

Well, one had heard

a good deal worse.

The points got made.

Oh, well, thanks.

You should have got

someone else to do it, you know.

I don't carry the guns, blythe.

You will.

Sensible, not too long.

You'll do.

Thanks, bart.

Oh, fleur, by the way,

your father wasn't there.

Oh, well, michael

did offer him a seat,

but he said he hadn't

been in the house

since gladstone moved

the home rule bill,

and then only because

he was afraid

grandfather

would have a fit.

That is not clear to me.

Well, grandfather had a pass

and didn't like to waste it.

Dear papa. So like him.

There you are, darling.

Anything happen after I left?

Happen?

No, of course you don't know.

That beast.

Which?

That person in jute,

I thought him insufferable.

Macgown. He kept

interrupting you.

So that was macgown.

He made a speech

after you left.

Most unpleasant.

He doesn't care for foggartism,

but there was

more to it than that.

Oh?

A personal attack on you.

He insinuated that you were interested in the sale

of the foggart book because danby and winter published it,

and you wanted it pushed.

Good God!

well, you must write

to the times, michael.

Explain that you

left off publishing

before you were elected.

That hairy haberdasher.

Give him the lie.

Yes, but in private,

in the press or in the house?

All three.

In private,

you merely call him a liar.

To the times, you use the words:

"Reckless disregard

for the truth."

And in parliament,

you regret

that he'd been misinformed.

And you might add that men's

noses have been pulled for less.

And it is a large nose.

But look here, bart.

I mean...

well, you don't think...

people wouldn't believe a thing

like that about me, would they?

They'll believe anything

that suggests corruption

in public life.

Of course, you realize, michael,

don't you, why this macgown

attacked you?

Because of marjorie ferrar?

Exactly.

Oh, no, damn it all.

The house is free from

that kind of pettiness.

Don't you believe it.

Oh, michael, I've a piece

of news for your father-in-law.

Old shropshire doesn't speak

to charlie ferrar anymore,

because the last time

the old man paid his debts,

he made that a condition.

He was afraid

of being asked again.

Not as lurid as I'd hoped.

Pity.

Well, anyway, michael,

here's to your good health.

We're all very proud of you.

Congratulations.

Thank you,

thank you.

Well, mr. Butterfield,

what I have to say to you

is confidential.

You won't discuss

it with anybody.

Certainly not, sir.

Do you know this novel?

Yes, sir. It's printed

in brussels.

They're paying five pounds

a copy for it.

Have you read it?

No, sir.

Well, don'T.

Now, tell me, can you buy

10 copies of this

at my expense,

and post them to 10 people

whose names and address

i'll give you?

They're all more or less

connected with literature.

You can put in slips to say

the copies are complimentary

or whatever you call it.

But mention no names.

No, sir.

It'll cost you well

on 60 pounds.

The price is rising

all the time.

Yes, never mind that.

I see you wish the book

to be boomed, sir?

Good god, no.

I have my reasons,

but...we needn't go into them.

No, sir.

And you want the copies to come

as if...from heaven?

That's it.

I take it that publishers

are in the habit

of sending out books to people

that they think

will support them?

Yes, sir.

One other thing.

I want you to call

a week later on one

of the people to whom you've

sold the books

and offer to sell

another copy

as if you were

the agent for it.

I want to make quite sure that

the copy's been received

and read

but you won't give your name,

of course.

Will you do this for me?

Yes, sir.

I owe you a great deal, sir.

Hm.

Yes. Well, here's

the list of people.

And I've underlined

the one you're to call on.

Thank you, sir.

I'll write you a check for going

on with,

and you can let me know

later if there'S...

there's anything more

to pay.

I see the person I'm to call

on, sir, is a lady.

Yes.

Does that make

any difference to you?

No, sir. Advanced literature

is written for ladies nowadays.

So it appears.

I hope you're doing well.

Yes, splendidly, sir.

I was very sorry

when mr. Mont left the firm.

We've been doing better

ever since.

Ah, yes. Well, now,

here's your check.

And thank you again.

Not at all, sir.

I'll report to you.

Yes.

Good night.

Good night, sir.

Well, dear,

you missed something.

What?

Michael did very well.

Oh, I should dare say.

He's got brains.

We met butterfield going out.

Anything new?

S, I'vm to arrange

something for me,

and I want your help too.

Do you know this?

What's that?

Canthar?

No, I haven't read it,

everyone else has.

No, I haven'T. Should I?

No, you shouldn'T.

I want it attacked.

They say it's unspeakable.

Why this sudden zest?

Well, that young woman...

Marjorie ferrar?

Yes.

She belongs to a fast set.

Call themselves "advanced."

If this thing were attacked

in the press, in public,

don't you think that would

draw their fire?

Get them to defend it, you mean,

and then use that as evidence

of their views on morality?

That's very cunning.

But what's it about?

Never you mind.

Uh, you think you can you find

someone to do that for us?

Someone whose name

will act as a red rag.

Yes.

What about walker

of the protagonist?

Just the type.

Yes, he'd have

to take it seriously.

Oh, certainly.

Show that it represents a school

of thought,

deliberate decadence.

Yes, pornography

for its own sake.

Well, I am now bursting

with curiosity.

What is this book?

Well, in my young days,

we would have read it

if we could

and kept quiet about it.

Nowadays, they make a splash of reading it

and pretend it does them good.

Oh, that sort of book.

Walker must make it

a strong plea for censorship.

Without that,

they won't rise to the bait.

You think not?

No, censorship is the red rag.

I'll look in

at the athenaeum tomorrow

and see if walker's still alive.

Thank you.

Obliged to you.

Not at all.

I admire your conduct

of the case, but forgive me...

it would be better to prevent

the case coming into court

than to get a verdict if it did.

So this chap macgown,

if he's serious,

he'll fight.

I shall offer them a settlement.

Come in.

Oh, excuse me, ma'am.

They didn't tell me

you had visitors.

Smither. Good gracious me.

Come in, come in.

Indeed, no, ma'am. I can come

another... why, it's mr. Soames.

Yes, it is indeed.

How are you?

I'm very well in myself,

sir, thank you,

and I hope I find you the same.

Yes.

Cook and I were always talking

about you, mr. Soames,

and how kind you were

when poor mr. Timothy...

sir lawrence, this is smither,

an old friend, and a servant

in our family for,

how many years?

Forty-three years, ma'am.

Gracious me, how do you do?

Sir lawrence mont is miss

fleur's father...

oh, yes. Yes, I saw you

in the church, sir.

At miss fleur's wedding.

Uh, how's cook?

She died, sir.

Two weeks ago.

Well, she was 73 and somehow...

well, I don't know.

I think she just

sort of pined away.

So you're alone now?

Yes, ma'am,

that's really why I...

oh, as I said before,

I can come another time.

Soames, why don't you give

sir lawrence a drink?

Yes, of course.

You'll find everything you need

in the dining room.

Oh, yes. Quite. Mont?

Yes, that will be delightful.

Well, goodbye.

Keep in touch now.

Indeed, yes, sir.

Come on, mont.

Goodbye.

Lawks, ma'am.

Mr. Soames doesn't change a bit.

No.

Do sit down, smither.

Please, sit down.

I was very sorry to hear

about cook.

I do wish we'd known.

Is there anything I can do?

Well, I had thought, ma'am

of writing

to that mr. Gradman

to stop her pension, you see

now she's gone...

well, shall I do that for you?

Oh, would you, ma'am?

It's been a load on me mind.

Is there anything else?

Well, I don't know if I really

ought... but there...

I will.

It's what I've come for.

Will you take me on, ma'am?

I?

Oh, but, smither, I already have

a parlormaid.

I know.

She spoke to me.

I don't see that I could

manage...

I'm only 61, ma'am,

and active with it.

I know me place,

and I know me work,

not like some of them nowadays.

And then again, ma'am,

I've got me pension, you see,

so I shan't

want much for wages.

But really, the thing is,

service has been all me life,

so to speak.

And now,

with no family to do for,

and living on me own,

well, it...

it isn't natural, is it?

No, it isn'T.

And I know how you feel.

Smither, shall we give it a try?

Oh, miss winifred.

I mean...

shall we say the first

of the month?

Very good, ma'am.

Mr. Speaker, I rise to correct a

statement in yesterday's debate

reflecting on my personal honor.

The honorable member

for greengow said of me,

I quote from hansard:

"As a member of the firm

who published this

"singular production,

he is doubtless interested

"in pressing it on the public

so that we may safely discount

any enthusiasm displayed."

It is true I was a member

of the firm which published

sijames foggars book

in august 1923,

but I retired from all

connection with th

in october 1923 before ever

i entered this house.

I have, therefore, no pecuniary

or other interest whatever

in pressing the claims of this

book beyond my great desire

to see its principles adopted.

I believe that the honorable

member for mid-bucks

was not sufficiently interested

in his own speech

to be present when I made

my reply to it yesterday.

I cannot admit that my words

bear the construction

he has placed upon them.

I said, and I still say,

that one of the publishers

of a book must of necessity

be interested in the success

of any book published

by his firm.

The honorable member has placed

upon his head a cap

which I did not intend for it.

I am glad the honorable member

has removed a construction

which others beside myself

had put on his words.

Now, sir, perhaps you'll tell me

why you behaved

like a dirty dog.

Oh, it's you, mont. Take that.

I'll damn well have the pair

of you suspended.

You couple of brawling cads.

Go to hell!

Michaeou?

Hello, francis.

How's fleur?

She's well, thanks.

Would you tell her I've had

a letter from her cousin jon?

They're in great shape.

Asked to send his love.

Well, thank you.

Won't you come

and have some tea?

Oh, thanks, no.

Hey, you cut your hand?

No, somebody's nose.

Well, I'm wanting to do

that all the time.

Whose nose was it?

Oh, a man called macgown'S.

But... but that's

the very nose!

Well, I'm sure this won't be

the first time you've been

in this room, mr. Forsyte.

Ah, indeed, no.

I expected to see your father.

Oh, he retired 10 years ago,

but he remembers you.

Inde

roberts versus the london

and south-western, 1900.

Yes, 1899.

Yes, your father was

for the company.

Well, now, this action...

yes, mr. Forsyte?

It's all very petty.

What are we going

to do about it?

Well, that depends on what

you have to propose.

My client has

been grossly libeled.

Well, she began it.

Anyway, what's she relying on?

Private letters written by

my daughter to personal friends

in a very natural anger?

I'm surprised that a firm

of your standing would even...

I'm surprised that you're acting

for your daughter.

Oh?

Do sit please down, mr. Forsyte.

Well, you can hardly see all

round the matter.

I don't agree.

You've come

to offer an apology?

I should have thought

that was for your client to do.

Well, if that's your view,

I'm afraid there's no point

in continuing this discussion.

Well, how do you think

you're going to prove damages?

She belongs to a fast set.

Anyway, I hear there's

talk of marriage

between her

and sir alexander macgown.

I hardly think he's going...

now, really, mr. Forsyte,

if you hr

a substantial sum in settlement

and an apology, we can talk.

Otherwise...

now, look, I'm prepared to offer

you 1000 pounds

to settle the whole thing,

but an apology's

out of the question.

The insults have had

wide currency...

I might accept 1500,

but an apology is essential.

Well, if you take this thing

into court,

I think you'll be surprised...

and sorry.

But the whole thing is

so offensive to me,

I'm prepared to meet you over

the money,

though I don't think a jury

would award you one penny piece.

That is a matter of opinion.

Yes, well...as to the apology,

perhaps we could find a formula,

something like this:

"We both regret that we've said

hasty things about each other."

E signed by both parts.

Mr. Forsyte, I shall put your

proposition before my client,

not because I'm afraid of the

result, but because, as you say,

these cases, they're...well,

they're not very edifying.

Miss ferrar?

Yes.

Good morning. I represent

spence clark literary ventures.

Who?

We promote advanced literature.

I'm calling

on certain people in society

with a known interest

in the arts,

and I wonderould

care to buy a copy

of canthar

by perceval calvin?

Oh, that.

Yes, it's rousing great interest

and has been widely praised.

So I believe. I've read it.

Even so,

if you were to buy a copy,

it would be

a very great investment.

The price is rising steadily.

And it will be very valuable

in time.

I hope you're right.

I've already got a copy.

Oh, in that case, madam,

I'm sorry to have troubled you.

Good morning.

Who was that?

A man selling books.

I didn't want any.

Oh. And what's this?

A drawing.

Rather good.

That american.

Of course.

He's been here.

Of

i'm thinking of painting him.

It's a good face.

You lied to me.

You said he was in paris.

Did I?

Are you playing fast

and loose with me?

Of course. Why not?

You won't paint him.

He won't come here again.

He's in love with you.

Well, he can't help that.

And at least he's civilized.

And I'm not.

No, I'm a plain man.

Out of a dull novel. Now don't

be so disagreeable and let go!

Pick up that sketchbook.

I'm damned if I will.

Then our engagement's off.

If you're old-fashioned,

I'm not.

You want a woman who'll give you

a whip for a wedding present.

I want you too much to be sane.

Then pick up that book.

Thank you.

What happened to your nose?

I bumped into a door.

Poor door.

You're the hardest woman

i've ever known.

Why I love you,

I'll never know.

It hasn't improved

your temper, anyway.

I'm sorry.

Alex, seriously, do you think

we can by happy together?

What are the prospects?

Pretty poor, I think.

Whisky and soda? No.

It's in that cupboard.

No? Nothing?

We'd better understand

each other.

If I'm going to marry you,

which is doubtful,

I'm not going into purdah.

I shall have whatever

friends I like.

And until we're married,

I shall even see them.

If you don't like it,

you can lump it.

I'm not dependant on you,

alex, so don't ever think it.

If I want to, I can go

tomorrow to south carolina,

where the darkies croon

and the sun shines

and the mockingbird sings

sweeter than T.

At least, that's the story,

and half of it must be true.

I can't see you in a swamp

festooned with moss.

No? It could happen.

With my debts paid.

And this could do it.

Old forsyte's

offered 1500 pounds...

what's the matter?

It's this letter,

I'd like you to read it.

All right, but announce

our engagement.

Suppose I might as well.

In the times, tomorrow.

Yes, well, this is all right as

far as it goes, I suppose.

But an apology's essential.

You'll not settle for less.

I'll instruct settlewhite.

What's the matter?

You're shivering.

Nothing.

Someone walked over my grave,that's all.

How fine

Do you want to go up

and see him?

Yes, later.

Yes, you should hear this.

It's from settlewhite.

"Dear sir, your proposition was

duly placed before our client,

"and we are instructed to say

that she will accept the sum

of 1500 pounds

and an apology..."

I'm not

"duly signed by your client,

copy of which we enclose."

This is ridic...

"I, mrs. Michael mont,

withdraw the words

"concerning miss marjorie ferrar

"contained in my letters

to mrs. Ralph perryn

"and mrs. Edward maltese of

october the fourth last,

"hereby tender a full

and free apolo

for having written them."

You don't expect me

to sign that?

Don't get into a tizzy.

What do you

expect me to do?

Look, listen.

I'm sending this reply:

"I have your letter

of yesterday's date

"and note that your client has

rejected my proposition, which,

"as you know, was made entirely

without prejudice

and is now withdrawn in total."

Oh, sweetie.

I'm not surprised.

Good for you, good for you.

They'll be sor

well, of course, you know

who's put her up to this,

don't you?

Did you see saturday's times?

No.

She's announced

her engagement.

To macgown.

Oh, and did michael told you

that he hit him on the nose?

What? Whose nose?

Macgown's, sweetie.

It bled like billy-O.

Now what on earth does he want

to do a thing like that...

didn't you read

his attack on michael?

Oh, that, yes. Ach.

Parliamentary stuff.

They always behave like

schoolboys down there.

So she's going

to marry him, is she?

Mm-hm.

Well, we shall

every word I said

was true.

Yes, I dare say,

but it isn't evidence.

All we've got to go on so far

is butterfield's report.

Useful no doubt, but...

oh, and that story of about her

affair with that painter chap,

greene.

Oh, and what's all this

about play-acting?

All I know is that she's playing

olivia in the plain dealer.

Ah.

Is that an advanced play?

Rather, about 250 years old.

Yes, well they were

a coarse lot in those days.

Aubrey greene

is doing the decor.

He's what?

The scenery, sweetie.

Oh, yes.

Yes, well, I shall go

and have a look at it.

You won't like it.

Well, I hope not.

Oh, by the way, when michael

comes in, would you tell him...

by the way, where is he?

In bethnal green.

Bethnal...

a woman called norah curfew

runs a home for poor children

down there.

She wrote him about his speech,

so he's gone down there to see

the crche.

Slum children?

He'll come home

with something catching,

I shouldn't wonder.

Make him gargle.

I shall.

Shall we go up?

Yes. Nanny will be delighted.

Oh? Why?

Well, kit always eats his tea so

much better when you're there.

Nonsense.

Oh, I'll...

I'll go on up.

Hello?

Yes, this is

mrs. Michael mont speaking.

Ah, madam.

This is the langham hotel.

Manager speaking.

We're deeply sorry

to trouble you,

but we don't quite know

where to turn.

We have a young american

gentleman here,

a mr. Francis wilmot.

Oh, yes, I do know

mr. Wilmot but...

he's very ill, madam.

Pneumonia.

Well, I'll come at once.

The langham hotel?

Thank you, madam.

We shall be most obliged.

Oh, coaker.

Could you please get me a taxi

as quickly as possible?

Yes, madam.

When you've got it,

I want you to give this

to jennie.

Ask her to take it round

to chelsea.

It's very urgent.

And could you tell mr.

Forsytethat I had to go out?

I'll ring him

as soon as I can.

Yes, madam.

And remember this not is

to be given to jennie

to go round to chelsea,

it's extremely urgent.

How long has he been like this?

I've noticed him

looking poorly, ma'am,

but we didn't know how bad

he was till today.

I think he's just neglected it.

Poor gentleman. You see,he's hardly there.

There ought to be a nurse.

She's been sent for, ma'am.

Oh.

Francis.

Francis, are you in any pain?

If you try and cure me,

I'll hate you.

I just want to quit.

You mustn't talk like that,

it's un-american.

Of course you're not

going to quit.

I found this, ma'am.

Ought I to show it

to the doctor?

Pathetic, isn't it, ma'am?

She's thrown him over, see.

Hm, it looks like it.

Well, I suggest you keep it.

If he gets better,

give it him back.

If not, burn it.

Yes, ma'am.

Well, I'm not the lady.

Oh, no, ma'am.

No, I'm sure.

No, no, no. I'll go.

You stay

with mr. Wilmot.

Yes, ma'am.

Come in.

So the note was from you.

I thought I recognized

your writing.

You have reason to,

haven't you?

How is he?

Very ill indeed.

Would you like to sit down?

I'll tell him you're here.

Francis.

She's here.

Marjorie.

Tell her...

tell her I'm finished

with that fool business.

Thank her for coming.

Well?

He doesn't want to see you.

He says he's finished

with that fool business.

He thanks you for coming.

I'm sorry to have

brought you up here.

Not a bit.

Will he get well?

He doesn't seem to want to.

Oh.

Will you make it up?

No.

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