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All Forsytes take much the same Attitude towards parliament

as they do towards the church of england.

They are bound to approveof such

aged and respectable institutions,

but because there's no money

to be made

out of religion or politics

they can't take either

of them seriously.

So when my father-in-law

visited the house,

it was not to hear me

or anyone else make speeches,

but to try once more to keep

the ferrar case out of court.

Sir alexander macgown?

Mr. Forsyte?

What do yo

this affair can't be any more

agreeable to you

than it is to me.

Are you the individual who

applied the word "traitoress"

to the lady I'm engaged to?

That is so.

Then I don't see how you have

the impudence to face me.

I spoke under the provocation

of hearing your fianc�e

call my daughter a snob

in her own house.

Do you want this petty affair

made public?

If you and your daughter think

you can get away with calling

miss ferrar a snake,

a traitoress

and an immoral person,

you're more mistaken than you

ever were in your life.

An unqualified apology that her

counsel can announce in court

is your only way out.

And that you won't get.

Mutual regret is another thing.

As to the estion of damages...

damn the damages.

Very well,

I think you'll be sorry.

What the devil do you mean, sir?

You'll find out by the end

of next week

unless you revise your views

in the meantime.

If it comes into court,

we shall justify.

You'd better look out

what you say in court.

In court, we pay no attention

to bullies.

Yes, a pity

i'm not your age.

Ah, forsyte, allow me

to introduce you.

The marquess of shropshire.

Oh, how do you do?

Forsyte? How do you do?

Any relation of the tea man?

He was my uncle jolyon.

Admirable.

No tea like it these days.

Know anything of electricity?

The marquess wants

everything electrified,

especially this place.

Have you got any land?

All I want.

Wise fellow.

Cows?

A few.

Electrify them.

I beg your pardon?

Take it from me, forsyte,

the milkmaid is dead.

In 20 years, earlier

if I had me way,

every cow in england will be

milked by electricity.

Oh, inde

i myself have invented a

machine...

yes, yes, yes. Quite.

Marquess...

yes, what is it, young mont?

You'll remember my telling you

about your granddaughter

and my daughter-in-law?

Forsyte here is her father.

Oh, yes, indeed, something

to do with lions?

Lion hunters. A libel, was it?

Yes, I remember in 1870,

my aunt...

oh, yes, yes, a most

interesting case that, but...

libels had some flavor

in those days.

The words complained of were:

"Her crinoline covers her considerable obliquity."

Nobody wants a scandal,marquess.

Could you put in a word?

Well, I see from the papers

that my granddaughter's marrying

a man called macgown,

a member of this house.

Would he be about?

Yes, I've just seen hi

it wasn't

a very pleasant interview.

We're at a deadlock.

Oh.

Oh, very well. I'll ask marjorie

to breakfast.

I dislike scandals.

Well, I'm off to the peer's

gallery. You coming, mont?

Yes, y

parsham's

railway-electrification bill.

Goodbye, forsyte.

Don't forget what I told you.

Electrify your cows.

I wish he'd invite fleur to breakfast, as well.

There are two parties to this quarrel.

Yes, in her present mood,she wouldn't come. No.

Oh, by the way,

you're wanting these,

cuttings of letters

from the protagonist.

Useful?

Walker did his job well,

they've gone for him

hip and thigh.

The general consensus is

that canthar is great art

with a capital a, and what has

great art to do with morality?

When will england

recognize genius?

Well, as they say, so long.

Mr. Forsyte is here, madam,in the drawing room.

Oh, thank you, coaker. Could you take these?

Is mr. Mont home?

Not yet, madam.

He telephoned to say

he was at bethnal green

but wouldn't be late.

I see. Thanks.

Ah, there you are, my dear.

I'm just writing a note

to foskisson.

Fos... oh, the barrister.

I shall take michael to see him.

No settlement?

Oh, it's extremely unlikely.

Oh, by the way, tell me,

that young american chap,

what's-his-name...wilmot,

have you seen him?

We must lose...

there's no chance there,

duckie, but I have seen him.

In fact, I'm just back from

seeing him at the langham hotel.

What?

He's ter

what's that? Why should you...

really at death's door,

poor boy.

Ill?

Pneumonia.

It's all right,

it isn't catching.

Oh, but fleur...

but he's going to get well,thank goodness.

It's all right, I was chaperoned at every visit

by an elderly nurse.

Michael know about these visits?

Not yet.

Why not?

Well, I didn't feel like telling him.

"Feel like?" But don't you

realize what position

it puts you in, fleur?

Running off to a young man's

bedside without your

husband's knowledge?

I know, darling,

but he was terribly ill.

And besides, he was desperately in love with someone else.

Who? Marjorie ferrar.

Well, that's just...

It's all over.

I don't know, you come and go.

Flibbertigibbets,

the lot of you.

Have you quarreled with michael

that you don't tell him things?

No, not a quarrel. Only he

doesn't tell me things.

What sort of things?

How should I know, duckie?

Well, would michael object

to these visits to wilmot?

Of course not.

He'd have minded if I hadn'T.

I think he rather likes francis.

Oh.

Well, either you or he or both

are going to have to tell a lie

and say that he did know

about the visits.

Why? Well, because for all

i know, you've been followed.

Has marjorie been followed?

Yes.

Yes, I decided it would be best

to take every precaution...

I see.

How delightful.

That'll be michael.

Hello, darling.

Hello, michael.

How was bethnal green?

Oh, slummy.

But this place,

sunshine house,

three old houses knocked

into one,

and the yard's made into

a playground for the children.

Funny little objects, fleur.

Thin, deplorable accents

but sharp as needles.

You ought to come down

there with me.

Perhaps I will.

What they're doing there,

on twopence, absolutely

first-rate,

and norah curfew, she...

oh, yes, norah curfew.

She lives for everybody but herself, doesn't she?

Yes. Yes, she does.

The new woman.

One's getting clean

out of fashion.

What's the matter, fleur?

Nothing.

There is.

Well, I get a bit fed up

with being left out.

Left out?

Yes.

As if one were fit

for nothing but, well,

kit and looking appetizing.

Fleur, anytime you like

to go shares,

in any mortal thing...

I only have to ask?

Thank you.

What is it, fleur,

please tell me.

My dear boy, I've told you.

Nothing.

Have you had tea?

Yes.

Fleur?

It's kit's bedtime,

do you want to come up?

Of course.

Oh, dad's here. Perhaps you

should entertain him.

Tell him about bethnal green.

Michael, is the new woman

dramatic?

I don't quite follow you.

Good god.

Uh, you got a stamp?

Yes, I think so.

What's the matter with fleur?

Is something?

Thank you.

She says you

don't tell her things.

Well, I'd be only

too glad to, sir,

but I don't think she's interested.

She doesn't feel that public affairs matter.

Public? I meant private.

Private affairs?

Well, there aren't any.

Do you mean she thinks there are?

How should I know?

Well, you can put that out of your head and hers.

Yes, well, she's been seeing

this wilmot chap at the langham.

He's got pneumonia.

I'm sorry.

Oh, it's all right,

he'll recover,

but she ought to have told you.

She would have done if you'd

been more open with her.

You know, wives are funny,

they...well, they like

to be talked to.

I know, sir,

but it's my profession now

to worry about the state

of the country and the people

and things like that.

But to fleur, it's...

well, it's a stunt.

I can understand that,

but you see, the keener I get,

the more afraid I am

of boring her.

Hm?

In a sort of way, she's jealous.

Jealous?

Well, you better not

let it go on.

It's trivial.

I'm not so sure, s

well, if there's a war,

men have to leave their wives.

That's different.

When the country's in danger...

well, isn't it

in danger now?

Oh, don't exaggerate.

Things aren't too bad.

The pound's going up.

It doesn't matter what you tell

fleur as long as you tell her...

something.

She's intelligent, sir.

Yes, but national affairs

are too remote.

You can't expect a woman

to be interested in them.

Quite a lot of women are.

Yes, blue stockings.

Oh, no, sir.

Besides, they wear nude.

Oh, those things.

Yes, you put a tax on stockings

and see what happens.

I'll suggest it.

Well, I'm off to my sister'S.

If you think anybody's going

to take this foggartism

business seriously,

you're in for a disappointment.

So everybody tells me.

That's why I've stopped worrying

fleur about it.

I don't like cold water

at home as well as abroad.

Oh, thank you.

Well, if you want my advice,

I should drop it.

Pessimists aren't trusted

in this country.

Why don't you

takeing practical

like the state of the traffic

or penny postage?

Oh, by the way, if you're asked,

say you knew all about

fleur's visits to wilmot.

Oh, certainly I will.

Husband and wife are one, eh?

Yes.

Do you think it will

come into court?

I can't tell.

I expect so.

I went to see that scotch chap.

Good lord.

He's a fire-eater.

What do want to go hitting him

on the nose for?

He gave me

a thick ear first.

But you must

have said something.

I called him a dirty dog.

Yeah, well...

well, he suggested a corrupt

motive for my speech.

Your speech.

You've got to get into your head

that nothing you say or do

can make any difference.

Then what's the good

of my being in parliament, sir?

Keep a level head and do no more

than you're obliged.

Oh, yes, and how do you decide

how much that is?

Common sense.

The country's like a tree.

You can keep it in trim,

but you can't go on digging it

up just to look at the roots.

Goodbye.

Eggs, grandfather, or fish?

Help yourself.

I'll roam about and peck a bit.

So you're going to be married.

Is that fortunate?

People say so.

He's in parliament, I see.

What's all this about a libel?

It wouldn't interest you.

I disagree.

Why do you want

to wash linen in court, eh?

I don'T.

Aren't you the plaintiff?

Yes.

What did she say about you?

That I haven't any morals.

Coffee?

Thank you.

Have you?

As much as most people.

Anything else?

That I'm a snake

of the first water.

Oh, dear, what made

her say that?

I called her a snob,which she is.

Ah, that cuts deep, you know.

I want you to remember

something, marjorie.

We have no power these days,

no divinity,

but we still stand

for something.

I tried to make it up,

but she wouldn'T.

I see.

Tell me then, are you happy

about yourself?

No.

Who is?

Quite. Quite so.

Indeed, yes, but you're going

to be very well off, I hear.

That means power.

It's worth using well.

This scotsman, do you like him?

At times.

With your hair,

you must be careful.

Red hair can be extraordinarily

valuable on occasion,

at the eton and harrow match

or for speaking after dinner.

But don't let it run away

with you after you're married.

Can't you both say you're sorry?

Why put money

into lawyers' pockets, eh?

She won't unless I do

and vice versa.

Well, I dislike scandal,

marjorie.

Anything like that these days,

another nail in our coffin.

Well, I'll speak

to alec if you like.

Do.

Where are you going to live?

Belgrave square. He's got

a place in scotland too.

Have your kitchens electrified.

It saves the cook's temper.

I get very equable food.

You seem to, grandfather.

I'm enjoying my eggs.

Good.

Now, what about

a wedding present?

Old lace?

Oh, no, please, dear.

Nobody's wearing lace.

Oh, pity.

I have a superfluity of old lace

and practically nothing else.

Just give me your blessing.

Very well.

Now, that's an idea.

I wonder if i

could sell blessings,

you know, like pardons

and indulgences.

Why not, eh? Why not?

Have some marmalade.

Excuse me. Michael, foskisson wants a word with you.

We shall be on in 10 minutes.

James.

The 11th hour, mr. Mont.

Does your wife still refuse to apologize?

Yes,

unless there's an expression of regret on the other side.

And that isn't forthcoming.

Apparently not.

Then there's a point

we have to consider.

I understand from mr. Forsyte

that your wife has been

well, she thinks so, but...

then it's probably true.

I'm also told, forgive me,

that she's been visiting

a young american at his hotel.

Yes, a friend of mine.

Ah.

He's been very ill, pneumonia.

Quite so. And you knew

and approved of these visits?

Certainly, yes.

Excellent.

That gives me a free hand.

Miss ferrar and mr. Greene.

Interesting, very.

They're not totally conclusive.

Sir james, I'd rather you di

drag in miss ferrar's

private life.

No doubt.

But do you or do you not

wish me to win this case, hm?

I've absolutely nothing to say.

Yes, well, that hat will do.

Have you ever been

in court before?

No.

Well, the great thing

to remember is,

don't pay any attention

to anybody,

especially the jury.

Now if you look at them,

don't smile.

Why? Aren't they safe?

Michael had better sit

on your left.

Oh, by the way, have you

and he got over that business

of not telling

each other things?

Yes.

Good.

He's very fond of you,

you know.

I don't really think he is.

Good morning.

Morning.

If you'll please wait here,

I'll see when we're on.

Thank

good morning.

Good morning, settlewhite.

You should come and meet.

Yes, delighted.

Morning.

Morning to you.

Why don't we settle now, alec?

There's still time.

If they'll apologize, we will.

What about me? I don't want to

stand up there and be shot at.

Two can play at that game.

Perhaps.

You'd better hedge

they may take a tosser over me.

I believe in you.

More than you believe

in yourself.

All right, then.

Let it rip.

At least we'll know

where we all stand.

Now, then, mr. Greene, let us

have this quite clear.

You were standing close

to miss ferrar

when mr. Forsyte came up to her.

Yes.

What did you hear mr. Forsyte

say to her?

He said, "you are a traitoress.

Kindly withdraw." Or words

to that effect.

To that effect?

Are you positive he used

the word "traitoress"?

Oh, yes.

Positive.

Thank you, mr. Greene.

I understand, mr. Greene,

that you're friendly to both

parties in this action?

Yes, yes, I am.

Then this scene

we have heard described,

it must have embarrassed you?

Well, yes, in a way.

How much?

Are you accustomed

to that sort of thing?

Well, not in london

drawing rooms, I must say.

Where, then?

In studios, places where

artists meet and talk.

Among temperamental people.

Ah, yes. You are an artist

yourself, are you not?

Of some repute, I believe.

Thank you.

Not at all. So that when you

hear words like

"snob" and "traitoress"

and "liar" bandied about among

your friends, you accept it

as normal behavior?

Well, among my friends, yes.

But these people

are your friends.

Is miss ferrar an artist?

She could be. She has talent.

And mr. Forsyte?

Oh, good lord, no.

But I must say, he knows

a picture when he sees one.

So you are saying it is

acceptable for miss ferrar

to call her hostess a snob

and mr. Forsyte a liar

but not acceptable

for mr. Forsyte

to call miss ferrar

a traitoress?

I said nothing of th

yet you imply it, do you not,

by coming here as a witness

for the plaintiff?

The witness was subpoenaed.

He had to come.

Then let me put this to you.

After the incident,

miss ferrar left the house?

Yes.

An

well, I went with her,

of course.

Of course.

Because you agreed

with her remarks?

Well, certainly not.

I went with her because when

i take a lady to a party,

I expect to see her home.

So you didn't agree

with her remarks.

The jury will no doubt

take note of that.

Just two more questions,

mr. Greene.

Have you seen miss ferrar since

that unfortunate party?

Yes.

Many times?

Several times.

So you remain on good terms.

And have you seen mr. And mrs. Mont?

No.

Never?

No.

That's very interesting.

Thank you, mr. Greene.

I agree with my learned friend.

It is interesting.

You have not been to the mont's

since the quarrel?

No.

May I ask why not?

Because I haven't been invited.

I'm sure the jury will

take note of that.

Thank you, mr. Greene.

That is all.

Poor old aubrey.

It's his fault.

He was on her side.

Yes, but he didn't have

to bully the poor chap.

It was very well done,

very professional.

I'm glad we briefed him.

I call the plaintiff, my lord.

Call miss marjorie ferrar.

Oh, pardon me, officer,

is this courtroom number two?

Yes, sir.

Can I get in there, please?

Well, it's pretty crowded.

I'd be very grateful.

Well, very well, sir.

Thanks.

Now, miss ferrar, you've told

my learned friend

that you had no animus

against mrs. Mont.

Look at this marked paragraph

in the evening sun of october

the third.

Did you write that?

Yes, I wrote it.

"The enterprising

little lady is losing no chance

"of building up her salon

on the curiosity

which ever surrounds any

buccaneering in politics."

Is the reference to mrs. Mont?

Yes.

Not very nice, is it?

Of a friend?

I don't see any harm in it.

The sort of thing, in fact,

you'd like written

about yourself?

The sort of thing

i should expect

if I were doing the same thing.

That's not quite an answer.

Let me put it like this.

The sort of thing your father

would like to read about you,

is

my father wouldn't read

that column.

Then it may surprise you to hear

that mrs. Mont's father did.

Do you write many of these

cheery little paragraphs

about your friends?

Not many.

Every now and then, eh?

And do they remain your friends?

In society, it's not easy to

know who's friend and who isn'T.

I quite agree, miss ferrar.

You have admitted making one

or two critical remarks

concerning mrs. Mont

in her own house.

Do you go to many houses

and talk disparagingly

of your

no, and in any case, I don't

expect to be eavesdropped.

I see. So long as you're not

found out, it's all right, eh?

No, the...

now...

on this first wednesday

in october last

at mrs. Mont's, did you use the

word "snob" of your hostess?

I don't think

do you suggest that mr. Forsyte invented the word "snob"?

I suggest he was mistaken.

Not a nice word, is it?

Snob.

Was there any other reason why

he should call you a traitoress?

My remarks weren't

meant for him.

I don't remember exactly

what I said.

Well, we shall have mr. Forsyte

in the box

to refresh your memory.

But I put it to you that you

called her a snob,

not once but twice,

during that little conversation.

Yes, it seems, miss ferrar,

that you object to others saying

nasty things

about you in return.

Who advised you

to bring this action?

My father first,

and then my fianc�.

Sir alexander macgown.

Does he move

in the same circles as you?

No, he moves

in parliamentary circles.

Exactly, and he wouldn't know,

would he, the canons of conduct

that rule in your circle?

No circles are

as definite as that.

Always willing to learn,

miss ferrar.

But tell me, do you know what

sir alexander's

parliamentary friends think

about conduct and morality?

I can guess.

Are you suggesting...

we all know the meaning

of the word "stuffy."

Are our public men stuffier

than you?

They may say they are.

You think them hypocri

i don't think anything

at all about them.

Though you're going

to marry one?

You are complaining of the words

"she hasn't a moral about her."

Have you read

this novel, canthar?

I think so.

Don't you know?

I've skimmed it.

Taken off the cream, eh?

Read it sufficiently

to form an opinion?

Yes.

Would you agree

with the view of it

expressed in this letter

to a journal?

"The book breaks through

the british stuffiness,

which condemns any frank work

of art, and a good thing too."

Is it a good thing?

Yes, I hate grundyism.

"It is undoubtedly literature."

The word is written

with a large L.

Should you say it was?

Literature, yes.

Not great literature, perhaps.

But it ought to be published?

I don't see why not.

You know that it is not

published in england?

Yes.

But it ought to be?

It isn't everybody's

sort of book...

don't evade

the question, please.

In your opinion,

ought this novel, canthar, to be

published in england?

Take your time, miss ferrar.

Yes, I think literature

should be free.

You wouldn't sympathize

with its suppression

if it were published?

No.

And your view would be shared

by most of your own associates?

I should hope so.

A contrary opinion would be

stuffy, wouldn't it?

If you like to call it so.

It's not my word.

What is your word, miss ferrar?

I think I generally say,

"gaga."

Do you know, I'm afraid

the court will require

a little elaboration of that.

Not for me, sir james.

I am perfectly familiar

with the word.

It means "in your dotage."

The bench is omniscient,

my lord.

Then anyone, miss ferrar, who

didn't share your opinion

in the matter of this book

would be gaga?

Aesthetically.

Ah, I thought we should arrive

at that word.

But when a man's theme

in a book

is extreme promiscuity

depicted with alemphasis,

that wouldn't have any practical

effect on his readers,

however young?

I can't say about other people.

It wouldn't have any effect

on me.

You are emancipated, in fact?

I suppose so.

And therefore, you do not

believe in current morality?

I don't know what you mean

by current morality.

I will tell you, miss ferrar.

I should say, for instance,

it was current morality

that women should not

have liaisons

before they're married.

And of course should not have

them after.

What about men?

Thank you. I was coming to men.

And that men should

at least not have them after.

I wouldn't say that was

current morality at all...

do I understand you to imply

that in your view,

it is moral for women to have

liaisons before

they are married?

And for men and women

to have them after?

I think it's current

morality, my lord.

I am not asking you

about current morality.

I am asking whether

in your view it is moral.

I think many people think it's

all right, who don't say so yet.

Answer my question, please.

Do you say it's all right?

It depends.

On what?

On circumstances. Environment.

Temperament.

On all sorts of things.

Would it be all right for you?

I can't answer that question,

my lord.

You mean you don't want to.

I mean, I don't know.

Very well.

Go on, sir james.

So, miss ferrar,

according to you, there is no

harm in a book like canthar?

There ought to be none.

You mean, if we were all as

aesthetically cultured as you?

But are we?

No.

Then there is harm,

but you wouldn't mind

that harm being done.

No, that's not...

I don't propose, my lord,

to read from this very

unpleasant novel.

We have gone to the considerable

expense of buying copies,

and I shall ask that during

the luncheon interval,

the jury may read some dozen

marked passages.

Have you a copy for me,

sir james?

Yes, my lord.

And for mr. Bullfry?

if there is any laughter,

I shall have the court cleared.

Go on, sir james.

Do you remember a play called

the plain dealer

by wycherley, given at a matinee

on january the 7th last?

Did you play in that

the part of olivia?

Yes.

Is it the part

of a modest woman?

No.

Is it, towards the end,

extremely immodest?

I allude to the dark scene.

I wouldn't say extremely.

Anyway, you felt no hesita

about undertaking

and playing the part.

A little thing like

that didn't worry you?

I don't see why it should.

If it did, I wouldn't act.

You don't act for money?

No, for pleasu

then of course you can refuse

any part you like?

If I did, I shouldn't have

many offered me.

Don't quibble, please. You took

the part of olivia not

for money but for pleasure.

You enjoyed playing it?

Pretty w

i'm afraid I shall have to ask

the jury, my lord,

to run their eyes over the dark

scene in the plain dealer.

Are you saying, sir james,

that a woman who plays an

immoral part is not moral?

That would asperse a great many

excellent reputations.

No, my lord, I'm saying that

here is a young lady so jealous

of her good name in the eyes

of the world,

that she brings a libel action

because someone has said

in a private letter

that she

hasn't a moral about her.

And at the same time, she is

reading and approving books

like this canthar, playing parts

like that of olivia

in the plain dealer,

and as I submit,

living in a section of society

that really doesn't know

the meaning of the word morals.

That looks upon morals, in fact,

rather as we look upon measles.

It's my contention, my lord,

that the saying

in my client's letter,

"she hasn't a moral about her,"

is rather a compliment

to the plaintiff than otherwise.

Do you mean it was intended as a compliment?

No, my lord.

Well, you wish the jury

to read the scene.

I'm afraid you're going to have

a busy luncheon, gentlemen.

Go on, sir james.

My learned friend has made

a point of the fact

that you are engaged

to a wealthy

and highly-respected member

of parliament.

How long have you been engaged

to him?

Six months

you have no secrets from him,

I suppose?

Why should I answer that?

Yes, sir james. Why should she?

I am quite content to leave it

at her reluctance, my lord.

Your engagement was not made

public until january, was it?

No.

Did you, in early january,

become aware

that you were not likely

to get any sum in settlement

of this suit?

I believe I was told an offer

had been withdrawn.

Do you know why?

Yes, because mrs. Mont wouldn't

give the apology I asked for.

Exactly. And was it a

coincidence that you thereupon

made up your mind to marry

sir alexander macgown?

Coincidence.

I mean the announcement

of your engagement, you know.

It had nothing to do

with this case.

Indeed.

Now, miss ferrar,

you like to stand up

for your views, I hope.

Let me put your philosophy

to you in a nutshell.

You believe, don't you,

in the full expression

of your personality?

It'd be your duty, wouldn't it,

to break through any convention?

I don't say law,

but any so-called moral

convention that cramped you?

I never said I had a philosophy.

Don't run away from it, please.

I'm not in the habit of running.

I'm so glad of that.

You believe in being the sole

judge of your own conduct?

Yes.

In other words, so as long as

you don't break the actual law,

you think and do as you like?

One doesn't always act up

to one's principles.

Quite so. But among your

associates, it is a principle,

isn't it, to judge

for yourselves

and go your own ways

without regard to convention?

More o

and living in that circle

with that belief,

you have the effrontery

to think the words

"she hasn't a moral about her"

entitles you to damages?

I have morals.

They may not be yours,

they may be just as good,

perhaps better.

At least I'm not a hypocrite.

We'll leave my morals out

of the question, miss ferrar.

But we'll go a little farther

into what you say are yours.

In your own words,

it depends on temperament,

circumstances, environment,

whether you conform to morality

or not.

Answer, please.

Yes.

Very good.

His lordship put a general

question to you,

which you did not feel able

to answer.

I shall put it in a way

that will be easier for you.

Whether or no it was right

for you to have one,

have you, in fact,

had a liaison?

Take your time, miss ferrar.

You know what a liai

of course.

For god's sake,

we must stop this.

Shh.

I consider

your question insulting.

Oh, come, miss ferrar.

After your own words?

After what...

well, I shan't answer it.

You won't answer it?

No.

Thank you, miss ferrar.

I shall break for lunch now,

mr. Bullfry.

Be upstanding in court.

We...an unfortunate refusal,

miss ferrar.

Would you have preferred

me to answer?

That would depend

on the answer you gave.

Do you expect me to lie?

Frankly, miss ferrar, I did.

Gallant, mr. Settlewhite.

Sir alexander would have

believed me.

Then why didn't you lie?

You wouldn't understand if I told you.

I dare say.

However, you have destroyed your case.

And we should settle it,

immediately.

You can do what you like.

It makes no difference to me.

Can I get out quietly?

Yes, if you'd go right,

go down those stairs...

he should never have asked

that question.

Really, michael.

We agreed that he shouldn'T.

And her counsel,

why didn't he help?

Well, he was only too glad

to get her out of the box.

The judge would have

asked her the question

himself in a moment.

The whole thing's

a complete fiasco.

Oh, excuse me.

Then we've won?

I'm not so sure.

What do you mean?

We shan't be forgiven,

that's all.

Oh, why couldn't she tell

a whopper and have done with it.

Poor marjorie.

I felt sorry for her.

You'd feel so crocodile.

Why shan't we be forgiven?

Because all the drama was on her side.

Besides, her engagement...

well, he'll break it off.

Well, of course.

If he does, she'll get sympathy.

If he doesn't, he will.

But either way,

we shan'T.

Besides, didn't she stand up for

what we all really believe in?

Speak for yourself.

Don't we talk

of everyone being free?

Yes, but is there any connection

between what we do

and what we say?

No.

Well, as I thought.

They've jumped at a settlement.

Each side paying

their own costs.

It's more than they deserve,

but we've won a moral victory.

Moral?

Well, alec?

Where have you been?

I walked through the park.

Tell me the truth, marjorie.

I must have the truth.

In return for your adventures,

I'll tell you mine.

For god's sake.

I've been going through hell.

Who was it who knew me better

than I knew myself?

Then it's true.

Yes, why not?

Who was he?

Oh, no.

I can't tell you that.

How many affairs have you had?

Well, that's quite different.

It would be.

Because I'm in love with you.

Ah.

Yes, I dare say

that does make a difference.

Who was it?

That american?

Oh, no.

Poor boy.

How long did it last?

Nearly a year.

My god.

Yes, well. She's excited.

Yes.

It's natural.

Give her a seidlitz powder,

and I suggest an early night.

There's no hope of that,

I'm afraid.

Hm?

We're going out

to a party at mrs. Magussie'S.

Now who's she

when she's at home?

Oh, twice a widow,

oodles of money.

You don't just go there to meet.

You go there to meet someone.

Huh? Who?

Oh, always someone

distinguished.

This week, the president

of nicaragua.

Next week,

harry lauder.

Yes.

Tonight it's that great italian

violinist, luigi sporza,

just back from his world tou

in one year, he's played more

music in more countries

than any previous

traveling fiddler.

I've never heard of him.

Is he any good?

Oh, as a musician,

only moderate.

But as an athlete,

incomparable.

Well, as I say, don't keep

her up all night.

She's tired.

Why doesn't she come down

to mapledurham?

Yes, she should.

Yes, tell her to bring kit.

All right, I will.

Well.

Goodbye, sir.

Coming.

Francis?

I was in that courtroom today.

Were you indeed?

Come in.

I thought you were finished

hat fool business.

I'm sailing

for the states tomorrow.

Seems like a good idea.

I was wondering if, maybe,

you wanted to see me.

If you were in court...

that damnable business.

Good entertainment, though,

if you like that sort of thing.

I'm curious why

you should want to see me?

Why did you come?

Well, marjorie, I thought...

you think I owe you something?

Yes, well, perhaps you're right.

I did treat you very badly.

No?

Oh, for heaven's sake,

francis. Chivalry?

Just old-fashioned

american chivalry?

Now, that's really funny.

When the lawyer asked the

question about a love affair...

oh, no, not that again, please.

I wondered if you didn't answer

it because of me.

Because of...

my dear boy.

Don't you know what

an affair is?

Haven't you heard?

I see I shouldn't

have come.

Oh, perhaps not.

Anyway, as you might imagine,

I'm freelance again now.

Oh, all right, well,

for heaven's sake, go away.

I'm fed up.

Mr. And mrs. George coot.

Well, here we go,

darl

don't shake hands with him,

whatever you do.

It'll hurt like th

nonsense, michael.

I want to meet him.

Mr. And mrs. Michael mont.

Hello, mrs. Magussie,

how are you?

Mr. And mrs. Gordon james.

What stock price does

the fat stock show?

Why, bart.

This isn't like you, mixing

with the rich and famous.

You told me you were coming.

I wanted a word with you.

The case is ended, I see.

Yes, amid the shouts

of the multitude.

Did you see the evening papers?

I did.

Oh, bart.

We should have settled up

and dropped the whole thing.

You're right.

Dropping things is the answer.

If I'd dropped baronetcy

in time,

I could have made a good

contortionist.

It's too late now.

Yes, I'm afraid so.

Bart, now the case is over,

have you a tip to give us?

When victorious, lie doggo.

You've been labeled moralists.

It may recoil on you.

That's what I feel.

Fleur's father said it was

my hitting macgown

on the boko really that really

brought the case into court.

Ah, the tax on luxuries.

Miss marjorie ferrar.

Isn't that your late adversary?

Yes.

Mr. Aubrey greene.

I must go to fleur.

So must I.

Marjorie.

Sir alexander macgown.

Oh, hello, sir alec,

how are you?

to meet...

Have you met my husband?

Shall we go?

Will you come with us, bart?

Well, alec?

Tell me everything, now.

You want to revel in it?

I'll marry you still.

Oh, no, alec.

I'm not going out of my depth anymore.

It was absurd anyway.

Are you saying that you're still in love with that...?

Enough, alec.

I can't marry you.

I'm sorry, really, I am.

I would like to have paid up if I could.

Are you sure you won't have a nightcap or something, bart?

No, thank you, my boy.

The cab's waiting and so is my bed.

Don't let her take it to heart.

Don't let her?

As for you, michael,

ride out the storm.

Everything passes.

Good night.

Good night, bart.

You don't care a bit,do you?

For myself, not a bit, no.

No.

Well, you've still got

foggartism and bethnal green.

Fleur, if you care,

I care a lot.

If I care.

You think I'm a snob to care?

I know you like

to have people round you,

and you want them

to think well of you.

That isn't being a snob.

Whatever it is,

you don't admire it.

I admire you, fleur.

I admire you much more

than you admire me.

You desire me.

You admire norah curfew.

Oh, for... nora curfew could

snuff out tomorrow for...

not her then, but what she

stands for. All that I'm not.

A selfless devotion to others.

I'm incapable of devotion.

What about kit?

He's part of me. I'm devoted

to myself, that's all.

Morbid, darling.

I see too clearly to be morbid.

Michael, take me round the world.

And leave kit?

Now's the time.

He's too young to mind.

You mean now? Next week.

But I can't, fleur.

When the house rises in august...no, now!

Five months away.

Five months? With the feelingth?

You don't understand, michael,

I've had six months off already, I'M...

and you, now could really help me.

all you care about is your idiotic foggartism.

Fleur, it's all so petty.

Petty?

To mind being a failure?

All you've go s show

them you don't give a damn

and they'll come buzzing round like a lot of flies.

Don't run away, fleur.

It's not that.

It's only that I don't try

for the same prize twice.

Very well.

I'll stay and be laughed at.

I know you think my work

is nothing, a charade.

But there it is.

I've put my hand to it.

How can I, honestly?

Fleur, darling.

I know it's been hell for you,

but tomorrow it...

Tomorrow?

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