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(birds call)

(uplifting music)

(orchestral theme music)

(soft music)

- [Rachel] Well, thank you for picking me up, Hetty.

What with Marilla leaving to visit Anne

and all I have no means of getting around.

- [Hetty] Oh, that's what friends are for, Rachel.

- [Rachel] I'm forever grateful that

we've settle our little quarrel, Hetty.

- [Sara] Little quarrel?

It was more like a thirty year old war.

- True.

- Romney Penhallow certainly wasn't worth it.

Come on!

Up you go!

Atta girl!

- I can't wait to see what sort of a fellow that

high strung Alice Hardy has manage to land.

Mind you, she can't be choosy,

she's well on her way to becoming an old maid.

No offense, Hetty.

- We're not all cut out to be married, Rachel.

I for one enjoy the freedom of not being married entails.

- Don't hand me that malarkey, Hetty King.

You know as well as anyone you were

just terrified to make the leap.

It's all very well to talk about freedom till

you're dreadful lonely in your old age.

- Oh, you should know, Rachel.

- Well, just between you, me and the gate post, Hetty,

I've always dreaded being widowed.

But, at least I have the freedom of the unmarried at heart.

Oh, my goodness!

A motorcar in Avonlea!

- Inconsiderate!

Lunatic!

- It's beautiful, Aunt Hetty.

- Sit down, Sara.

- It's just like the one we had in Montreal!

(soft orchestral music)

(car horn blows)

- It's good to see you all, Nathaniel, Mrs. Hardy.

Alice and Teddy.

- Alec, so good of you to invite Teddy's relatives.

Teddy's famous uncle has just arrived out of the blue.

We're so thrilled he could come.

- [Mr. Hardy] Mr. Penhallow.

- Good lord, his uncle is Romney Penhallow.

Well, I must go and help Janet.

- I must congratulate you, sir.

On the Governor General hosting your

art exhibition in Charlottetown.

It's good to see a son of Avonlea getting some recognition.

- You're very kind, Mr. Hardy.

But, I certainly wouldn't call myself that.

I've manage to avoid this place for some 30 odd years.

- You can't fool me, Mr. Penhallow.

Once an islander, always an islander.

- Oh, good lord, I hope not.

- It isn't every day that we get to

meet a celebrity such as yourself.

Let alone embrace them into our family bosom.

- Don't keep the man out here talking, mother.

Come, I'll introduce you to some old acquaintances.

- Thank you.

- [Boy] I've never seen a motorcar on the island before.

- [Girl] Hands off, Charles.

- You remember Clara Potts?

- Mrs. Clara Potts.

How good to see you. - It's been a long time.

- Uh-oh.

There's the motorcar, Aunt Hetty.

- Hello there, sir.

I recognize you I think from a long time ago.

- [Romney] Rachel Lynde.

- Wonderful!

Very good.

- Where's Olivia, Hetty King?

Don't tell me she's not coming.

- I'm afraid not, Mattie Hardy,

she's off gallivanting for the newspaper.

- How sad.

I was so hoping she might give our little get-together

a few lines in her social column.

- Weren't you and Hetty King beaus

once upon a time, Mr. Penhallow?

- They were until I broke them up.

- Alice.

- Ms. King, I'd like you to meet my fianc�.

Teddy P. Frazier.

- How'd you do?

- Miss King.

- What's the P stand for?

- Penhallow, Ma'am.

My mother's maiden name.

- Oh, I can still remember the most terrible

practical jokes you and she used to play on one other.

Like the the time Hetty put the

dead seagull in your lunch basket!

- Oh, no!

Romney, the pig's eye in the pencil

case was far better than that!

- I once knew a Penhallow.

Not that I'll hold it against you.

- [Boy] Tea, Ma'am?

Ma'am?

- Hetty, don't you know who that man is?

- [Sara] He's the man with the motorcar, Aunt Hetty.

- So he's the one, is he?

Good.

'Cause I intend to give him a piece of my mind.

What's his name?

- Romney.

- Romney?

- Romney Penhallow.

- You'll have to admit his looks have improved with age.

- Come and say hello, Hetty.

He's a famous artist now.

He's traveled all around the world.

- I will not.

I don't care if he's king of England.

I vowed in seventh grade I'd never speak with him again.

- I thought we put all that behind us.

Hetty King, it's 30 years ago!

- It will be 36 years, this Christmas.

- Don't you agree, Rachel,

that it's time she learned to let bygones be bygones?

- I certainly do.

Come along, Hetty.

Now don't be shy!

- Now, Rachel Lynde, if you value my friendship,

how dare you humiliate me!

I don't want to.

I will not, please, don't

- Good God!

It is Hetty King!

My, it's been a long time.

Romney Penhallow.

- [Mrs. Potts] Hetty.

- Aunt Hetty!

- I'm afraid Hetty's become somewhat hard of hearing.

In fact, very hard of hearing.

Deaf.

- It happened quite suddenly.

Overnight.

- Such an affliction for our dear friend,

and her barely into her golden years.

- Well, I wouldn't see why that would make a difference,

she never listen to anyone else anyway.

- It's made her go quite peculiar.

We never know what she's going to do next.

- I guess she hasn't changed at all!

- [Mrs. Hardy] What in heavens?

Hetty!

Where are you going?

- [Mr. Hardy] Where on Earth is she going?

- Come on now Hetty King, don't be so stubborned!

Talk to me!

(lively music)

Whoa!

Whoa!

Perhaps now you'll speak to me.

Hetty!

Hetty!

- Aunt Hetty!

Aunt Hetty!

Mr. Penhallow, help her!

- You idiot!

- She speaks!

A miracle!

- You must be drunk!

- Not in this God forsaken island of temperance.

Hardly likely!

- Let me go!

- [Olivia] And then what happened, Sara?

- So there was Aunt Hetty,

striding down the road with hardly a stitch on!

- Sara, I can hardly believe it.

Oh, Hetty.

We better keep things warm in case she

decides she wants to eat something later.

- [Alec] Well, well, Romney Penhallow coming back after

all these years to have another go at Hetty.

- Were they really beaus, Uncle Alec?

Rachel Lynde said they were madly in love.

- [Alec] Well, if they were they sure

had an odd way of showing it.

Thick as thieves one minute

and plotting against each other the next.

- Why did they stop speaking to

each other in the first place?

- Well, Romney invited Rachel to the Avonlea Christmas

party just to make Hetty jealous but it misfired.

Hetty swore she'd never speak to either of them again.

- [Olivia] We all know Hetty, look how long it

took her to speak to Rachel Lynde.

- Poor Romney begged her forgiveness

but Hetty wouldn't budge an inch.

Seems to me it was right after that that he left the island.

- [Sara] Maybe he's come back to stay.

- [Olivia] Perhaps.

- I heard the bunch of you buzzing away.

That's what everyone else in Avonlea

is doing at this very moment.

Thanks to Rachel Lynde!

- Hetty, don't you think you're making too much of a fuss?

- I'm making too much fuss?

I nearly drown in the river.

I nearly break my neck, the whole town's laughing at me

and I'm making too much fuss?

- Aunt Hetty, you have to admit it was funny.

Well, I mean not that you could've been hurt

but when your skirt came off.

- Oh, Hetty, we're only teasing.

I'm sure by tomorrow everyone will

have totally forgotten the incident.

(soft orchestral music)

(unintelligible voices)

- It is as plain as the nose on your face that

she still has some feelings for him and he for her.

And you want to know what I think?

She's fooling herself if she doesn't admit it.

- Oh, Hetty!

Your hat's arrived.

- Thank you, Elvira.

- Oh, Hetty, that was an entertaining

show you and Romney provided us with yesterday.

I hadn't laughed so much since Pat Frewen's

pig took a run at Reverend Leonard!

- You've got the nerve speaking to me, Clara Potts.

After all the grief you've caused.

- I've caused?

- Yes!

- You're the one who made a circus of yourself.

All you had to do was be civil to Romney

and all this would never had happened.

- You and Rachel Lynde are two of a kind.

Both of you cut from the same cloth.

A pair of vicious interfering meddlers!

- Oh dear.

- Well, doesn't that beat all!

- [Olivia] Were you able to read all of my work, Mr. Tyler?

- This is an excellent interview you

got here with the Premier, Olivia.

Unfortunately, I'm not going to be able to print it.

- I beg your pardon, Mr. Tyler?

- I've decided this time to

actually shut the newspaper down.

- [Olivia] I don't understand.

- The Carmody paper has systematically

stolen all our top advertisers.

- How?

- By undercutting our prices.

Nathaniel Hardy was the first go

and all the rest have followed.

I'm in at my mind to take my small inheritance

and invest in a more lucrative business.

- Well, couldn't you just lower our rates?

- How could I afford to?

- Our readership is up.

- Yes, but, it's advertising the keeps the paper alive.

Without it we're dead!

I'm sorry, Olivia.

- Mr. Tyler, I intend to have

this printed and in this newspaper.

- [Sara] And you worked so hard to get

that interview with Premier MacKenzie.

- I'm at my wits end with Mr. Tyler.

And I'm not about to let him close

down the Avonlea Chronicle.

- Olivia, I haven't time to listen to your little problems.

At least you're not the laughing stock of Avonlea like me!

- Aunt Olivia, why don't you take over the paper yourself?

- Sara, I could never do that.

- Well, I have some money if you need it.

I could just write to Nanny Louisa.

- It's not the money, Sara, it's me.

I'm just don't know if I could actually run it by myself.

- One thing I do know, Olivia,

if you have any doubts about anything, don't do it.

I had great misgivings about going to that Hardy affair,

come to think of it.

I should've trusted my instincts and not gone!

- Hetty, if you'd listened to every doubt

you ever had you'd never do anything.

- Yes, well, you don't have a head for business, Olivia.

You never did.

No, you should just stick to telling your little stories.

- I do not call an interview with the

Premier of this province a little story, Hetty.

And, if Mr. Tyler had taken care of his business the

newspaper wouldn't be in this position right now.

Oh my if I were Mr. Tyler, I would go to every single one

of those advertisers and explain to them

that their dis-loyalties is threatening

the very life of the Avonlea Chronicle!

- Why don't you?

- Well do you know, Sara Stanley, I think I will!

Well, I'll see Nathaniel Hardy

tomorrow at his daughter's wedding.

I'll just go right up to him and

explain to him as plainly as I can.

- You're setting yourself up for a fall, you know.

Take my word for it.

- Nothing ventured, nothing gained, Hetty King.

- Bigger the venture bigger the fool, Olivia.

- No, Hetty.

The true fool is someone who never takes a risk.

You're a teacher and you love it.

You've done what you wanted to do with your life.

The newspaper is giving me a chance

to do something with mine.

- She called us interfering meddlers.

- If that's what it takes, Clara.

(knocker clanks)

Hetty please!

- We're sorry to disturb you, Hetty.

But we couldn't let another day go by without

- Thomas and I always made it a point to settle our

differences before going to bed at night.

- Poor man must've died from lack of sleep.

- We've come to apologize.

- Before this becomes another 30 years war.

Now, we all know Clara's tongue is hinged in the middle.

But if the truth be known I can't bare the idea of you

going to that wedding tomorrow and saying goodness

knows what about me behind my back.

- Well, you needn't worry yourself, Rachel.

I have no intention of going to that wedding.

- What you mean you're not going?

- I've made up my mind and that is that!

Now, go home both of you.

And stay out of my affairs!

- Well, I never thought I'd see the day that

Romney Penhallow would get the best of you.

You're getting old, Hetty, that's what.

- You're losing your touch, Hetty, you are indeed.

- Thank you, ladies, for that capricious assessment.

Good day.

(soft orchestral music)

(Peter whistles)

- Peter Craig, it is the height of rudeness

to whistle at a lady.

I should think you'd know that.

- Hurry along, Sara, we'll be late.

(whistles)

Hetty, that's my second best blouse.

- Don't just stand there gawking,

we'll be late for the wedding.

- Bye. - Bye Peter.

(festive violin music)

- I'm so glad you finally came to your

senses, Hetty, and decided to come.

- [Sara] Aunt Olivia, look!

There's Mr. and Mrs. Hardy.

- Mr. Hardy.

Mrs. Hardy, the reception is lovely.

- Well, it should be.

The Hardy business will have to be double to pay for it all.

- Olivia King, how nice you could come.

I'm sure we'll get very good coverage in our local paper.

- Oh, now, I hate to mix business with pleasure,

but, I doubt they'll be another Avonlea Chronicle

to carry the story of your daughter's lovely wedding.

- But that's dreadful!

- Well, perhaps you could explain

it to your wife, Mr. Hardy.

It's the withdrawal of your company's advertising

that's causing our paper to close.

- Nathaniel, may I speak to you privately?

- [Sara] It's Mr. Penhallow.

- He's coming towards us, Hetty.

I think he's going to ask you to dance.

- [Hetty] I'd sooner dance with the devil.

- May I?

May I have the pleasure of this dance, Mrs. Potts?

Excuse us.

- Not now, dear.

- How dare you not support our local paper.

But that's dreadful!

I'll tell you something, Nathaniel.

If you want to continue to have a happy home you will

bring your advertising back to the Chronicle

and have your business associates do the same.

- [Hetty] Yes, your granddaughter is

doing very well in school

- Excuse me.

So do you think we can attempt

to have civilized conversation?

- If you're capable of having one.

- I'm so pleased your not deaf.

- [Woman] Oh, Mr. Penhallow.

- As for anything you may want to say to me

is concerned, I am deaf.

- That's what I've always loved about you, Hetty.

Your open mind.

- Some people don't live by the extend

of your self regard, Romney Penhallow.

Any man who's as wrapped up in himself as you are,

is a very small package indeed.

- Well, I see you haven't lost the talent for

putting me in my place, have you, Hetty King?.

- Apparently you've not lost the knack

for disgracing me in public.

- How I've missed our little talks.

- I've never seen Aunt Hetty dance like that!

- Oh, Sara, they seem made for each other!

- I find it absolutely unbelievable that

you've stayed in Avonlea all these years.

Haven't you ever wondered what you've missed?

- No.

- So like an islander, what a pity!

Small minded, unimaginative and what's worse proud of it.

- [Hetty] How flattering of you to say so.

- Ms. King, do you have a moment?

I've been considering.

- And so why have you never married?

- Never found a man who was worth it.

- Really?

Now I had always assumed all these years that

it was because you've never gotten over me.

- Romney!

- Oh, I'm sorry.

Sorry.

- How dare you be so presumptuous.

- [Mr Hardy] If Mr. Tyler would cut

back the prices just slightly.

- [Romney] Hetty, come back!

- I told Rachel once he started speaking

things would be fine.

- Oh, dear, not again!

- Hetty!

Hetty King!

- [Hetty] You've embarrassed me enough for one day!

I'm leaving!

- [Romney] Well, then let me drive you.

- Uh-oh, Aunt Hetty.

Ow!

- I thank you to remember who you are,

Romney Penhallow, underneath those fancy clothes.

Coming back to this island to just strut and show off!

Driving around in that revolting machine

as if you owned the place!

- Hetty, at least the roads on this devilish

place are not as narrow as your mind.

Hetty!

- I wish you and this this bucket of bolts

would go right back to where you came from!

- [Mr Hardy] You'll have my advertising

back fist thing in the.

- [Romney] Edward!

Don't just stand there!

Go after it!

You're younger than I am!

What's happened to the Penhallows?!

I'll get it!

Damn island!

- [Man] See if he's okay?

Poor man!

- [Alice] She's ruined my wedding!

- I'm sorry, Mrs. Hardy, Mr. Hardy.

I'm sure my sister didn't mean to.

- It could be a blessing in disguise

that there is no any Avonlea paper.

For I promise you if one word of this fiasco is printed

I'll make sure you don't have a job to go to, Olivia King!

- Mr. Hardy, wait!

Hetty didn't!

I can explain!

(haunting orchestral music)

I can't find her anywhere

and I am not staying another minute.

She'll just have to find her on way home.

How could Hetty ruin the wedding like that?

- [Sara] It wasn't all her fault, Aunt Olivia.

- May I offer you a ride to Rose Cottage?

As you can see it's still running.

- What a pity!

- If it was a horse, I would've had to shoot it.

Come on, Hetty, you can't walk all the way back.

- Ha!

- Suit yourself then.

- [Hetty] Blasted heel!

- Given up?

(soft orchestral music)

My word, this brings back memories.

You always were at your most content, Hetty K,

after you had gotten even with me.

- Anything you can do, Romney P, I can do better.

- Is that so?

- Aunt Olivia!

Come quick!

Aunt Hetty's driving the motorcar!

- Brake!

The brake!

Down there, yes, yes.

Not bad for a beginner.

You could use a little practice with the brakes.

I was thinking of driving along the coast tomorrow

and do some sketching.

Would you like to come?

- Goodbye, Romney.

- Hetty!

Don't be so stubborn, life is too short.

We've already wasted more than 30 years,

do you want to waste another 30 more?

We don't have time for that, Hetty,

for once in your life let fate chart your course.

- What rubbish.

My life was running its course in a most satisfactory

manner, thank you, till you came along,

and it'll continue after you leave, so.

- Hetty King!

I am absolutely flabbergasted!

Well, never in my wildest dreams could

I have imagined you driving a car!

- Well, that's what's wrong with you, Olivia.

Oh, everyone else in this town they're narrow minded

and unimaginative and what's worse, proud of it.

(upbeat orchestral music)

- This is my newspaper!

Who gave you the right to go out

and talk to Nathaniel Hardy behind my back?!

- I was only trying to help.

Somebody had to do something!

- For your information I was doing something.

I did a little sleuthing on my own.

See this.

That's what the Carmody publisher

planned to charge next month.

- This rates are even with ours.

- Exactly.

He couldn't afford to lower his rates anymore than I could.

- See, then you would've been able

to coax are advertisers back again.

- I would if you and your confounded

sister hadn't alienated all of them!

You both been a great help.

Thank you.

- Olivia. - Hello, Sara.

- I'll be right with you, Olivia.

- To what do I owe this silent treatment, Olivia?

- Well, the Avonlea Chronicle is closing so you'll be

happy to know that I failed in my attempts to save it.

- Really, your failure hardly give

me any pleasure, Olivia.

Though I did warn you that.

- Oh, Hetty King, it was partly your fault!

Mr. Hardy won't even speak to me after all the

trouble you caused at the wedding.

- [Hetty] Don't be ridiculous, Olivia.

- Is there something I can help you with, Ladies?

- Yes, Elvira. - I forgot what I came in for.

(car horn blares)

- That's some motorcar, isn't it, father?

- [Alec] It's a beauty.

- [Felix] Do you think we'll ever have one?

- Maybe some day, Felix.

Romney Penhallow, that's quite a machine you got here.

I'm Alec King.

Well I'm sorry we didn't get a chance

to meet at the party the other day.

I with all the commotion.

- Alec King, I remember you as a very troublesome brother.

- Yeah I still am.

- Did you know your sister Hetty

is a commendable driver of this machine?

- Hetty drive a motorcar?

- That'll be the day.

- Hetty, there you are, I was telling your

brother what a fine driver you are.

- [Felix] Come, Aunt Hetty, show us!

- Please, Aunt Hetty.

- Bet you can't do it.

- Can so, Felix King.

Thank you.

- Look where you're going!

(soft orchestral music)

- [Romney] Where are you going?

- [Hetty's] Joke's over.

No intention of staying.

- Of course you're staying!

I've brought a picnic.

For two.

- Of all the gall, really.

How can you be so so sure of yourself?

- I'm not so sure of myself.

Specially where you're concerned.

Which is probably why I like you so much.

Now chicken or lobster?

I'm told that the White Sands does a marvelous lobster.

- Lobster.

- I don't know, Sara.

I don't know which one I like best.

- Aunt Olivia.

- Oh, good afternoon, Mr. Hardy.

- Good afternoon.

- I don't suppose you'd be interested in some information

that I happened to have learned of the Carmody paper?

- Not in the least.

- Oh, I am so sick and tired of dealing with

arrogant, belligerent, stubborn people!

I'm talking business here whether you want to or not!

Because you know something, Mr. Hardy,

I have nothing to lose!

Now which paper would you advertise if

the rates were identical?

Tell me that, Mr. Hardy.

- Well, the Avonlea Chronicle of course.

- Well, then you'd better get over there before all the

space is sold because the Carmody paper is in trouble

too and their rates are going to go right up again.

What do you think about that, Mr. Hardy?

- I've got to hand it to you, Olivia King.

You and your sister certainly know how to make your point.

Good afternoon.

- There's no where quite like this island, Hetty.

You know, I'd forgotten how much I love this infernal place.

I've never had so much pure enjoyment out

of life as I have these last few days.

- Mostly at my expense.

- Oh, come on, Hetty.

You've had your own back.

You know, if I'd stayed in Avonlea,

I'd probably would've pursued you and married you.

You are the only girl I knew who had her wits about her,

and you still are.

I have great affection for you.

- Why did you never come back here till now?

- Guilt, I suppose.

- [Hetty] Guilt?

- I abandoned my father when he needed me most.

My mother never let me forget it till her dying day.

- Oh, you didn't abandoned him, you went to art school.

- Hetty, you remember how sick he was even before I left.

My mother thought my duty was at his side.

Even at the expense of my own dreams.

I couldn't do it.

But would have never done such a thing would you have Hetty?

You probably looked after both your parents, didn't you?

- Yes, that was my, my choice.

- I've never been quite good at sacrifice.

I always swore I'd never hold anyone hostage to my needs.

- What do you mean?

- I mean that I prefer to die privately,

without burdening anyone.

- Not even a loved one to see you through?

- Specially not a love one.

You know, I have to admit, Hetty K,

I didn't return to Avonlea solely to see you,

but know I realize, it was the best reason.

No, don't escape.

I wanted to say that to you.

My friend.

Do you remember how we used to run all summer

long on our bare-feet through these fields.

- Never wore shoes, if I could help it

- I dare you to do it again.

- Race you, Romney.

Go!

(whimsical orchestral music)

Romney?!

Where are you?!

Romney?!

Where are you?!

I know you're hiding!

There you are!

- I stepped in a groundhog hole.

- Don't give me that.

You just you just couldn't keep up with me.

- [Olivia] So Mr. Hardy put his

advertising back in the paper!

- [Hetty] Hurray!

- I knew you could do it, Aunt Olivia.

- Well, I didn't exactly take the paper over by myself,

but, Mr. Tyler did hint that he'd

be willing to take me on as a partner.

- See, there I told you, you were worrying over nothing.

Oh, one has to take chances in this life,

if you don't they may not come again.

Now, remember that, Sara.

- Like learning how to drive a motorcar?

- Isn't it time for your bedtime?

? There was Johnny MacEldoo and McGee and me and ?

? A coupla' two or three went on a spree one day ?

? We had a bob or two which we knew how to blew ?

? And the beer and whiskey flew and we all felt ?

- [Alec] Dr. Blair you're out quite early this morning.

- Alec.

Thank goodness you're out and about.

- [Alec] Looks like a spot of trouble, Dr. Blair?

- No, my wheel's come off

and I've got an emergency to get to.

- I'll give you a lift.

Where are you headed?

- The White Sands Hotel.

I'm much obliged, Alec.

- Sara, you're up early.

- I heard you up.

Where are you going?

- [Hetty] Romney's picking me up.

He's taking me to the White Sands for breakfast.

- Mr. Penhallow?

- Mmm-hmm.

That's right.

- Thank you.

This is a merciless neurological disorder.

Once you start to slip you degenerate quickly.

He shouldn't even be moved when he has an attack.

Now all the arrangements are made, Mr. Penhallow.

I do wish you'd reconsider traveling

for a few days at least.

- [Hetty] Where is he?

Oh, good Lord.

- Hetty?

I thought you left an hour ago.

- Clearly I'm a fool.

Oh, Olivia, how could I be so stupid?

To have fallen into the same trap all over again.

He deliberately led me on just so he could humiliate me.

- Hetty, he wouldn't do that.

- Oh, yes he would!

But, he's not going to get away with that.

Not this time.

Peter!

Bring that horse around!

- Everything's ready, Mr. Penhallow.

I'll take you out now.

- Thank you.

For Hetty.

(soft orchestral music)

- Yes, Madame?

May I help you?

- Yes, I'd like you to inform Mr. Penhallow

that Ms. Hetty King is here to speak with him.

- I'm afraid, Madame, Mr. Penhallow

is no longer staying in the hotel.

- Oh yes, he is, young man.

His car is outside for all to see.

- Yes, I realize that, Madame,

but if you'll just let me explain.

- I demand to speak to with him!

- Would you be kind enough to wait here for just a minute

and I'll see if the manager is free to talk with you.

- I do not wish to speak with the manager.

I wish to speak with.

- [Dr Blair] I'll handle this.

Hello, Hetty.

- Dr. Blair, what in heavens name are you doing here?

Alec?

- Romney Penhallow wasn't well enough to be moved

but he was most insistent.

He has hired a driver to take him to Charlottetown

and put him on a boat to Montreal.

Thank you for your help, Alec.

I'll leave you two.

- Why why did Romney leave?

What was he talking about?

- Hetty he was in pretty bad shape.

You remember how his father was before he past away

- Oh Lord.

His father?

Of course his father, of course.

He told me.

How could I have been so blind?

Oh, Alec.

I should've helped him.

I could've.

- He knew that, Hetty.

You'd have met your equal helping Romney Penhallow.

He asked me to give you this.

I think he wanted you to remember him as he was.

Come on, let me take you home.

- No, no I'll just sit here for a minute.

Thank you, Alec.

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- It's my opinion that this newspaper has come

a long way since Olivia applied her hand to it.

Even the death notices are nicely written.

Oh, my, my.

Natasha Phipps has finally passed away.

She's been dying for years.

Well, as I live and breathe.

- What is it?

- Hetty, I hardly know how to tell you this.

Romney Penhallow has passed away.

In Montreal.

- I know.

- Isn't that just like him?

Dying without so much as a goodbye.

Just like he left the island.

- That isn't quite the case, Rachel.

- I shouldn't speak ill of the dead, but I just can't

get over the way he left you in the lurch.

And now this!

- He was a good man.

I'll miss him.

Rachel, we had been exchanging letters.

- Well, aren't we full of surprises!

- Need I say, things aren't always as they appear.

- But you can't be all together unaware of what

this town's been saying for the past month?

- I don't think I particularly care.

- They've been saying that he threw you over.

That's what.

Not, that I, as your friend engaged

in any of that idle chit-chat, of course.

- No, of course not.

Well, Rachel, if it will satisfy you.

Romney came back to this island for

one last time to say goodbye.

And he didn't throw me over.

Quite the opposite in fact.

- Really?

Think of all the talk there's been.

Why didn't you say something?

- Because I knew that you in your own inimitable way

would know best how to spread the truth,

that is what friends are for.

- Hetty, when I think of all that I've put you through.

I'm amazed that you still are my friend.

I'm sure you can never forgive me.

- What?

For reintroducing the two of us?

Oh, no Rachel.

On the contrary.

I can't thank you enough.

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(birds call)

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