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Farebrother: Good day, sir.

good afternoon, Mr. Farebrother.

Hello, Fred. Welcome to Lowick.

Have you come to see my new home?

I’ve come to ask a favor of you.

I’m ashamed to ask, but there’s no one else I can consult.

I’m glad to be of service.

Forgive me while I try and get some order out of this chaos.

Henry, will you hurry with this rug?

Man: See you tomorrow then, Tom.

Fred: It does seem uncommonly hard on my father

and I feel like an ungrateful dog, but I –

I can’t bear the thought of going into the church.

I just don’t like divinity and preaching

and feeling obliged to look serious all the time.

Like me, you mean?

I used to wish I’d been anything rather than a clergyman.

But I’m not cut out for it.

I like riding across country and doing what other men do.

And there’s another hindrance.

There’s someone I’m very fond of. I’ve loved her since we were children.

Miss Garth, I suppose?

Yes.

I shouldn’t mind anything if she would have me.

Do you think she returns your feelings?

She will never say so, but I do think she cares about me.

What I wanted to ask you...

Would you talk to her – about me?

You see, she has set her mind against my being a clergyman.

And I don’t know what to do unless I can get at her feeling.

I would like to learn farming, but...

that takes capital and father can’t spare any more.

And he says there’s no more room for me in his trade.

But if only she’d give me some encouragement

I’d find some other occupation that would make me worthy of her.

Why are you asking me, Fred? Surely you should talk to her yourself.

She made me promise not to speak about it again.

But she might listen to what you have to say.

She thinks so highly of you.

You’re very confident that I shall plead your case for you.

You must feel it to be a very deserving one.

It isn’t that, Mr. Farebrother, it’s...

it’s just that I don’t know how I could live without the hope of her.

It would be like learning to live with wooden legs.

Please, speak to her for me.

In here, sir.

These are difficult times, Dr. Lydgate.

I know what good work you do in Middlemarch.

I wish there were more who shared your high opinion.

Middlemarch men are slow to change.

You have to be patient.

I know you’ve had considerable expenses.

Yes, purchasing the practice and the house of course.

The two outstanding debts at present are to yourself

for the silver plate, the cutlery and the jewelry,

and to Harker for the furniture.

I must tell you plainly, Mr. Spooner,

I have not the wherewithal at present to pay either of you.

I appreciate your frankness, Dr. Lydgate.

And Mr. Harker is asking for immediate payment?

Yes, yes he is.

I understand he has creditors of his own.

You are not inclined to seek help from Mr. Bulstrode to pay your bills?

No, no, I...

in view of –

Public business, quite. Above suspicion, very right and proper.

Well, you have the bill of sale for the furniture?

Yes...

I’ll take this over, Dr. Lydgate.

Along with what you already owe this establishment,

that would make £527 altogether

at 5%. Is that agreeable?

I appreciate your understanding.

Young professional man, establishing himself,

and the security is good.

My valuer, Mr. Manley, will need to visit the house to take an inventory.

An inventory? I shouldn’t have thought that would be necessary.

Can’t you go by the original bill of sale?

I’ve found from long experience, Dr. Lydgate,

it’s better to do these things in the proper way.

It avoids misunderstandings.

You’ll find my men will be very tactful.

Mrs. Lydgate will hardly know they’re there, sir.

I cannot say for certain I’ll ever be his wife.

Certainly I will never be his wife if he becomes a clergyman.

How could I love a man who takes up a profession he doesn’t care about?

Only because it’s considered a gentleman’s calling.

He would be ridiculous.

You think I’m too hard on him?

He did ask me to report exactly what you think.

But tell me,

if he braved all the difficulties

of getting his bread in some other way,

would you then give him the support of hope?

Might he then count on winning you?

I don’t think he should put such questions

until he has done something worthy

instead of talking about it

and boasting what he could do if he tried.

Pardon me, Mary.

I think you might say more.

Can he count on you remaining single

until he has earned your hand or not?

To put it another way –

is it possible...

you might consider bestowing your affections...

on...

another man?

When a woman’s feelings

touch the happiness of more lives than one...

it is kinder...

kinder to all...

to be perfectly...

direct and open.

Since you think it’s my duty, Mr. Farebrother...

I must tell you...

I do have so strong a feeling for Fred...

that I could never give him up for anyone else.

I could never be happy...

if I thought he was unhappy for the loss of me.

And more than anything...

I long for him to do something that will make him worthy of everyone’s respect.

Thank you, Mary.

Now I’ve fulfilled my commission.

With this prospect before him,

we shall get Fred into the right niche somehow.

(laughs)

I hope I shall live long enough

to join your hands in marriage.

Oh, please stay.

Let me give you some tea.

No, my dear.

I must be getting back.

(piano music playing)

Come. Come and sit by me.

Rosy...

I’m afraid this will hurt you.

But there are things we must face together.

Ever since our marriage,

our expenses have exceeded our income and...

I’ve been forced to borrow

against the security of our furniture and plate.

I still hope this will be a temporary expedient.

After all, we are owed almost as much as we owe others.

But...well...

these things must be done at what Middlemarch calls the proper way.

Tomorrow some men are coming to make an inventory of the furniture.

It’s only a security. They’re not coming to take anything away,

just to make a list of what we’re offering as...

security.

Have you asked papa for money?

- No, of course not. - Then I shall.

No, Rosy, I don’t wish you to do that. In any case, it’s too late.

No, you can send the men away tomorrow when they come.

That isn’t possible. I must insist

your father isn’t told unless I choose to tell him.

Maybe your uncle Godwin would help if we were to go and visit him.

We’re not wanted at my uncle’s, Rosy.

You don’t know everything, Tertius.

Captain Lydgate said Sir Godwin had the highest opinion of his nephew’s talents,

and that Mrs. Lydgate was the most beautiful woman

that ever graced the table there.

Those are the words of a coxcomb trying to turn your head with flattery.

Understand me when I tell you

that it is useless to appeal to my family for help!

Then why do you tell me at all?

What do you want from me? What can I do?

Try not to grieve.

We shall weather it.

We must, somehow, change our way of living.

I’ve been a thoughtless rascal.

You’re so clever that if you turn your mind to managing,

you’ll soon school me into carefulness.

Can we not leave Middlemarch?

And go to London, Tertius, or Bath or...

to Durham where your family is known?

We can go nowhere without money, Rosamond.

Come.

Look.

This is Spooner’s account.

He tells me he will take a good deal of the plate back again and –

and any of the jewelry we like. He’s being very good about it.

Are we to go without knives and forks then?

No, of course not.

See...

I’ve marked a number of things here that we rarely use.

I’ve not marked any of the jewelry.

No. It’s useless for me to look.

You must return what you please.

Here is all the jewelry you ever gave me.

You can return what you like of it

and any of the plate as well.

Please don’t expect me to stay at home tomorrow.

I shall go to papa’s.

And when will you come back?

Oh, in the evening.

You needn’t worry, I shan’t mention the subject to mama.

Rosy...

now we’re married, you shouldn’t leave me by myself

in the first trouble that has come to us.

I shall do everything it becomes me to do.

It is surely better to manage the thing ourselves

and let the servants see as little of it as possible.

Very well.

I will stay at home.

Thank you.

I shan’t touch your jewels.

I shall write out a list of plate that we can return.

We shall not miss that. Oh, there’s no ink!

Here, Tertius, let me get it for you.

Oh, Rosy, come...

Let us make the best of things.

It will only be for a time.

Kiss me.

Mrs. Cadwallader: Oh, Dorothea.

- Just in time. - You see, Mrs. Cadwallader,

I am not yet run into madness or melancholy.

I see, my dear, very well and with great pleasure.

Dear Dodo, do take off that cap. I’m sure it makes you feel ill.

Not at all. I’m used to it now.

I feel rather exposed when it’s off.

I must see you without it. it makes us all warm.

- There. - Chettam: Ah, much better.

No need to make a slavery of mourning, not amongst your friends.

My dear Celia, a widow must wear her mourning for at least a year.

Well, not if she marries again before the end of it.

Lady Chettam: That is very rare, I hope.

No friend of ours ever committed herself in that way – except Mrs. Beevor.

And severely she was punished for it.

They say Captain Beevor dragged her about by the hair

and held up loaded pistols at her.

Oh, but if she took the wrong man,

any marriage is wrong then, first or second,

but if she can marry blood, beauty and bravery...

the sooner the better.

I think the subject of this conversation is very ill chosen.

- Suppose we change it. - Dorothea: Not on my account.

I have quite other thoughts about my life. I shall never marry again.

You see, I have been thinking about what to do at Lowick.

I am going to build a kind of colony there,

where everybody shall live and everybody shall work.

And the work shall be done well.

I want to know every one of the people and be their friend.

I will consult Mr. Garth.

He will tell me what is possible and how to go about it.

Well.

Oh, Dodo.

Then you’ll be happy if you have plans again.

(baby coos)

And so will little Arthur.

Thank you. Yes.

Arthur says when he grows up, he will have great plans...

and consult with Mr. Garth about them every day. Won’t you, baby?

Lydgate: I feel as if I’ve lost control of my life, Farebrother.

(sighs) I neglect my private practice for the new hospital.

Bills mount up.

I seem to have lost some...

intellectual edge I once had.

Oh come, your work on cholera is widely admired.

Any fool could have done that. It’s simply public education

and better standards of cleanliness.

I wanted to do something fundamental,

discover what primal unit of life it is –

oh God!

I can’t even manage my own household budget, it seems.

Well, there you have a lovely wife

to share the burden with you.

Yes, she is lovely, isn’t she?

My wife is, after all, a lovely woman.

I must be going.

I have kept you up too late.

Lydgate.

You were a great help to me not so long ago.

Your helping me to the curacy at Lowick

has enabled me to change the course of my life,

and for the better.

I don’t wish to embarrass you...

but is there any way that I can help you now?

Not unless you were very rich.

No, I’ve dug myself in, but I shall dig myself out.

Oh, forgive me, Farebrother.

I’m not usually such a bear.

It’s only money, after all.

(scoffs)

I’d site the cottages on higher ground than you have them here.

That’s marshy ground down in that hollow.

Drain it as many times as you like,

you’d never get rid of the damp.

It’ll have to be leveled.

It seems likely you’ll lose some land to the railway.

There’s a great deal of fear and doubt about it amongst the farmers.

But I see it as an opportunity.

The compensation will help finance your colony.

Well, good.

And do you think we might build

a cottage industry here at Lowick?

- I thought perhaps a pottery? - Aye, why not?

The clay is good hereabouts.

And people will be always wanting crocks.

I’ll go back and make up new working drawings

and cost the whole thing up directly.

Excellent. Excellent good work to do.

Just the sort of meat I like to get my teeth into.

You’ve made me very happy today.

It will involve great expense.

Oh, I don’t mind about that, Mr. Garth.

(piano playing)

We are like two prisoners, aren’t we?

- Are we? - I think so.

I am a prisoner of poverty.

We are both prisoners of gossip.

And you are a prisoner of love,

- I believe. - Oh?

Tertius wondered why you stayed on so long in Middlemarch,

after saying you were leaving.

I said I think I know.

There is a powerful magnet in this neighborhood.

To be sure.

- No one knows that better than you. - (laughs)

I speak of Mrs. Casaubon.

What a romance it would make.

The jealous old husband laying a plan

to spoil his young wife’s happiness,

making a will in which she would forfeit her property

if she marries his young cousin.

And then I’m sure the end will be thoroughly romantic.

Where did you hear this?

From my brother Fred.

I thought everyone in the county had heard of it.

You mean you didn’t know of it yourself?

No, I did not.

Great God!

I daresay she will like you better than the property.

- When shall we hear about the marriage? - Never!

You will never hear of it!

Chettam: It’s an outrage that that young adventurer Ladislaw

is still walking about Middlemarch

proud as a peacock as if he had every right to.

Mrs. Cadwallader: I suppose he has, Sir James.

I know it’s a disgrace to be a foreigner,

but unfortunately it’s not yet a crime.

Come, come, it is no joking matter.

I suppose the whole county knows by now about the terms of Casaubon’s will.

By remaining here, he makes Dorothea a subject of gossip and speculation.

Yes, you are quite right.

And from what I hear, he has done very little

for young Mrs. Lydgate’s reputation either.

I have been wondering how I could broach the matter to Dorothea without...

it is damnedly difficult, forgive me.

Enough. I understand.

You shall be innocent.

I don’t mean that it’s of any consequence –

only it’s desirable Dorothea should know

there are reasons why she should not receive him again.

And I really can’t say so to her.

It will come lightly from you.

Trust me, Sir James. Trust me.

Oh I hear you’re going to Tipton, my dear? May I come with you?

Young Mr. Ladislaw, as I understand it,

has still not gone from Middlemarch.

That report was a false one.

He prefers, apparently, to spend his day

warbling with your Dr. Lydgate’s wife,

or lying on her rug, some say.

But people from manufacturing towns were always disreputable.

You began by saying that one report was false.

Why should this one not be false as well?

I shall not hear evil spoken of Mr. Ladislaw.

He has suffered too much injustice already.

Well, heaven grant it, my dear.

I mean that all bad tales may be false.

But it is a pity that...

young Lydgate married one of the Middlemarch girls.

I mean...

wasn’t he the son of somebody?

Oh well...

One cannot be wise for other people.

Ooh, a chill breeze.

I do not know why we English stubbornly

persevere with open carriages.

I know you don’t want to believe it,

but it would be scandalous if you received him...

Mr. Bambridge.

I’m needing a first rate gig horse.

I don’t suppose you know of one that would fit the bill?

Ah ha! That I do, Mr. Hawley.

A nice little gray over at...

- I am getting out! - Woman: Get out!

(slurred) Don’t distress yourself, dear ladies!

I know when I am not wanted! I have friends!

Take care with that portmanteau, you ruffian!

Boy: Give us some money, mister. Give us some money!

Come on, give us some money.

He’s drunk.

Off with you, go on!

You find...

John Raffles is at a temporary low ebb in his fortunes.

I have to visit a dear friend...

old Nick Bulstrode of Stone Court.

- Mr. Bulstrode? - Ah.

- A friend of yours? - Oh, Nick is a dear friend. (laughs)

I’m going that way, sir. I can take you.

Nick’ll pay.

Oh, he’s paid before and he’ll pay again.

- This way. - Oh, loves to see me...

loves to pay.

- You’re a saint and a Christian, sir. - Say no more, sir.

You’re very welcome.

Such a pity that your uncle had to run away to France and shut up the home.

Will you come in, Mrs. Cadwallader?

No, my dear. I shall just take a walk through the garden.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Kell.

- Uncle’s asked me to sort a few things out for him. - Oh, but Mrs. Casaubon –

- I shan’t be long. - Mr. Ladislaw is here!

Well thank you, Mrs. Kell.

I wrote to you today.

I am going away immediately.

I could not go without speaking to you again.

I thought we had parted when you came to Lowick many weeks ago.

Yes, but when we spoke before, I was dreaming that I might

come back someday. I don’t think I ever will now.

I wanted to say...

that I have only lately heard the terms of Mr. Casaubon’s will.

They insult me grossly...

both in your eyes... and in the eyes of others.

I wanted to say that under no

circumstances...

would I have given men the chance of saying I sought money...

under the pretext of seeking something else.

There was no need of any safeguard against me.

Your wealth is safeguard enough!

I’m sure no safeguard was ever needed against you.

I must go.

What will you do?

Oh, I shall work away at the first thing that offers.

I suppose one gets a habit of doing without happiness or hope.

Oh, what sad words!

There are things a man can only go through once in his life.

This experience has happened to me while I’m still very young.

What I care for more than I can ever care

for anything else...

is absolutely forbidden me.

I have never done you any injustice.

Please remember me.

How can you say that?

As if I were not in danger of forgetting everything else!

I think I must have gotten a chill on the road,

somewhere around Stoney Stanton.

It’s a cold damp place...

is Stoney Stanton.

Oh, warming up now. Oh, warming up. (coughs)

Ah, Nicky’s a good boy.

You can say what you like.

Are you there, Nicky?

Oh, beggar me, I’m talking to myself.

Oh boy.

I don’t understand it, Nicholas.

Surely he has no further claim on us.

He is one of God’s creatures, Harriet.

That is his claim.

“If thou doest it for the least of my brethren,

- thou doest it for Me.” - But, Nicholas –

I know, my dear. He is repulsive...

degraded.

But you need not see or speak to him.

Mrs. Abel will tend to his needs.

And I shall send him away at first light tomorrow

in my own carriage.

You are very good, Nicholas.

I knew him in other days before he had sunk so deep.

Nick!

Nicky old man.

Oh, come and keep me company.

(moaning)

(muttering)

(coughs)

(snoring)

Wake up!

Wake up, sir!

Oh, ha! Nick.

You be silent and hear what I have to say.

My carriage will be here in ten minutes,

at 7:00.

And I shall conduct you as far as Ilsley myself.

- (moans) - I will furnish you with a reasonable sum.

But if you present yourself here again,

if you return to Middlemarch,

if you use your tongue against me,

you will have to live on such fruits as your malice can bring you!

- (moans) - I know the worst you can do against me!

And I shall brave it

if you dare to thrust yourself on me again!

Now get up, sir, and do as I order you!

Or I shall send for the constable to take you off my premises.

(moans)

But he will return...

if death doesn’t take him first.

Why do You allow him to torment me so?

Bit more to the left there.

Right, let’s take the next fifty. Off you go.

To your left a bit.

Them railway men taking the same measurements, Mr. Garth?

That’s right, Tom.

We’re all at the same work today.

We’ll be with them by and by.

Laborer: Damn those railway men! The country’s overrun by them!

They’ll be cutting this land into sixes and sevens.

Go cut up land in another parish!

Come on! Let’s get them, lads!

All: Aye! Away with you!

Mr. Garth, look!

Go down and see what’s happening, Tom.

Man: Come back here, you!

What are you doing?

Give them all the same medicine!

Tom! Tom!

- What are you playing at, you damn fools?! - Playing at?

You come down here, young master!

I’ll teach you a lesson!

You get down off that horse! I’ll go a round with you!

- Don’t be a damn fool! - You’re a coward!

I’ll see you hanged or transported, every last one of you,

if you’ve killed that boy!

(laborers murmuring)

We were only after a bit of fun.

Weren’t we, lads?

Laborer: Aye!

Only a bit of fun.

- Fred: How is he, Mr. Garth? - He’s just coming round.

He can have my horse and go up to Yoddrell’s farm. They’ll take care of him.

I’d best go and speak with them.

- You all right, Tom? - Yeah.

Why now, lads?

How’s this then?

Someone’s been telling you lies!

- The railroad does no harm. - Does no harm?

They make cows cast their calves,

and carve a great slice through a poor man’s land,

- and the law says nothing to it! - Nonsense!

Railway’s a good thing.

Aye, good for big folk to make money out on.

- What about the poor man, Mr. Garth? - Laborers: Aye!

If times are hard, it’s not the railway makes them so.

Those men are on this land legally and if you meddle with them,

then it will only mean the constable and the handcuffs

and Middlemarch jail.

So what’s it to be, lads: Live and let live?

Live and let live!

No need for you to stir up trouble.

I seen lots of new things come up since I were a young ’un.

The war, the peace, the canals...

it’s all alike to the poor man.

Big folks makes money, and the poor man gets pushed aside.

Laborer: Aye, that’s true.

But then you’re for the big folks, Mr. Garth.

We’re all sorry about the lad, like.

Didn’t mean him no harm.

You’ll tell him that?

- I will, Timothy. - All right then, lads.

(muttering)

Up you get. There you go.

You feeling better now, Tom?

- I’m all right, Mr. Garth. - Good lad.

Well...

that’s my day’s work gone.

I could help you, Mr. Garth.

Aye, Fred. You could.

Do you think I’m too old to learn your business?

Do you think I might be any good in it?

I thought you were for the church, Fred?

I don’t want to go into the church, Mr. Garth.

- And Mary won’t have me if I do. - Ah.

I know a bit about land and cattle.

You know I used to wish for land of my own –

to learn to manage land for others would be the next best thing.

What have you said to your father about this?

Nothing. I don’t like to disappoint him.

How could I know when I was 15 what would be right for me to do?

My education was a mistake.

- I know I have no claim on you. Quite the opposite, in fact. - No, no Fred.

You have a claim.

The young ones always have a claim on the old to help them forward.

Come to my office tomorrow at 9:00, and we’ll talk about it.

9:00 sharp, mind.

Thank you, Mr. Garth.

- Thank you with all my heart. - Right, let’s get this work done.

Mr. Vincy: You have thrown away your education

and gone down a step in life, when I’d hoped to see you rise!

I’ve no more to say. I wash my hands of you.

I only hope when you’ve a son of your own

he’ll make you better return for all the pains you spend on him.

I’m sorry that we differ, father.

I hope you won’t object to my remaining at home.

I shall be able to pay for my board now and I wish to, of course.

Of course your mother would want you to stay –

and board be hanged, you’re still my boy, Fred!

Let’s hear no more of that nonsense.

I shall keep no horse for you, you understand?

And you can pay for your own tailor!

You’ll do with a suit or two less, I fancy, when you have to pay for them!

Will you shake hands with me, father?

Oh...

Yes.

Yes, yes.

Say no more about it.

Mr. Garth: It’s come about as I thought, Susan.

The children are fond of each other.

Fred and Mary, I mean.

I believe they love each other, Susan.

I think she’ll be the making of him.

Oh.

Fred has asked me to teach him farm management and surveying,

and the whole business.

Caleb...

Our Mary could have had a man worth twenty Fred Vincys - Mr. Farebrother.

Of course, now that Fred has used him as an envoy there is an end to that.

Well.

That would have made me very proud and happy.

But you took me, though I was a plain man.

The lad is good at bottom, Susan.

And he loves and honors our Mary beyond anything.

It would break him to lose her.

He has put his soul in my hands

and I must do my best for him, so help me God.

It’s my duty, Susan.

Bless you, Caleb.

Our children have a good father.

The best-naturedest, most handsome young man in Middlemarch,

to want to marry such a plain, low, little thing.

To give up the church to be an estate manager!

It’s very lowering, Vincy!

- I’m quite cut up about it! - Well, that’s children.

Bound to be trouble. Our Rosy’s as bad.

Husband up to the neck in debt.

Well, they’ll get no money from me because I’ve got none.

The bank owns me lock, stock and barrel, so that’s that.

Don’t look dull, Lucy.

Don’t make it worse by letting me see you out of spirits.

I’ll drive you to Riverstown tomorrow.

I think we shall have to move house, Rosy –

as a temporary expedient.

We must clear the debt on the furniture within the next few months.

I think I see one way out.

Ned Plymdale is going to be married to Miss Sophie Toller.

I’m sure they’d be glad to take this place

with most of the furniture.

They’d pay handsomely for the lease.

I was thinking of asking Trumbull to negotiate for us.

I am sorry.

I know it’s painful, but we have to do something.

I could never have believed that you would like to act in this way.

Like it? Of course I don’t like it!

- It’s the only thing I can do. - Please –

- can we sell up and leave Middlemarch altogether? - To do what?

What’s the use of my leaving my work here in Middlemarch to go where I have none?

We should be just as penniless elsewhere as we are here!

If we are to be penniless, it will be your fault, Tertius!

Why couldn’t you show a proper regard for your family?

Sir...Sir Godwin was very kind to me when we were in Quallingham,

and I’m sure that if you showed a proper regard for him,

he would do anything for you!

But instead, you like giving up our house and furniture

to Mr. Ned Plymdale!

If you will have it so, I do like it!

I like it better than making a fool of myself by begging where it’s no use!

Understand then, that is what I like to do!

Oh. (panting)

Oh, Rosy, Rosy.

Rosamond.

Rosamond.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

For we must love one another. We must love one another.

- If we don’t, we have nothing. - Tertius.

Oh Rosy.

To be without you...

I couldn’t bear it.

Tertius, you’re still dressed.

Oh Rosy!

Oh, hold me.

(door opens)

Mrs. Garth.

I’ve just finished work. Mr. Garth will be down in a moment.

Thank you, Fred.

I’m just reading this letter from Alfred.

How is Alfred?

He’s just won a prize as best apprentice in his year.

He’s a great fellow, Alfred.

I’m afraid he puts me to shame.

Yes, Fred. I’m afraid he does.

I know you think I’m very undeserving.

But so long as Mr. Garth and Mr. Farebrother have not given me up,

I’m not going to give myself up.

I have another encouragement that means more to me than anything.

That I might win Mary, I mean.

I expect Mr. Garth told you.

I don’t expect you were surprised.

Surprised that Mary encouraged you?

Yes, I confess I was surprised.

No, I mean you would not be surprised that I love Mary.

And she never gave me any encouragement when I spoke to her myself,

but when I asked Mr. Farebrother to speak for me,

she told him that there was hope.

You made a mistake in asking Mr. Farebrother to speak for you.

Did I?

- How? I don’t understand. - Yes.

Young people are usually blind to everything but their own wishes.

You don’t mean that -

Mr. Farebrother is in love with Mary?

If it were so, Fred...

I think you are the last person who ought to be astonished.

Is Mary here now, Mrs. Garth?

Yes, she’s in the orchard, Fred.

I believe she is talking to Mr. Farebrother.

(laughing)

(loud laughter)

Fred! Is Mr. Garth returned?

- Yes, he’s in his office. - Good.

(chuckles)

Ah, bear with me. I must have a word with him.

What a comical expression, Fred.

What can you be thinking?

You know it’s no use. You’re bound to marry him in the end.

He beats me in every respect.

You’re very ungrateful, Fred, after he spoke up for you.

I am not ungrateful! I just have this dreadful certainty

I shall be bowled out by him.

Oh, Fred.

What a fool you are.

Couldn’t you see he left us together on purpose?

Oh.

And now you’ve wasted your chance...

and serves you right.

(knocks)

Mrs. Plymdale: Oh yes, thank you, Ned is very happy.

And we are very happy for him.

And Sophie Toller –

all I could desire in a daughter-in-law, a very nice girl.

No airs, or pretensions.

Yes, I’ve always found her very agreeable, Mrs. Plymdale.

I think there is every prospect of their being a happy couple.

Do you know which house they will take?

They must put up with what they can get.

They have been looking at a house next to Mr. Hackbutt’s in St. Peter’s Place.

It is near the church and a genteel situation.

But the windows are very narrow.

You wouldn’t happen to know of any other house

that might be at liberty now or in the near future?

Me?

Oh, no. I’m sorry.

I hear so little of these things.

(piano playing)

(humming to music)

You’re a good girl, Rosy.

What are all those papers, Tertius?

I suddenly got the notion I might be able to do something experimental.

This is work I set aside months ago.

I couldn’t see how to go on with it, but...

now, well...

there may be some powers of ratiocination left in my head after all.

By the way, I forgot to tell you,

Ned Plymdale has already taken a house.

In St. Peter’s Place.

I met his mother and she told me.

Oh, damn.

Well, perhaps someone else may turn up.

I told Trumbull to be on the lookout if we failed with Plymdale.

How much money is it that these disagreeable people want

so that we needn’t be troubled by them anymore?

More than I am likely to get anywhere.

Tertius?

At least a thousand.

But I have to consider what I shall do without it, not with it.

I should go to Trumbull again tomorrow, and tell him to advertise the house

in “The Pioneer” and “The Trumpet.”

- Tertius? - What?

I went to see Trumbull today...

and I ordered him not to enquire further.

May I ask why?

Ned Plymdale had already taken a house.

And I knew that it would be very injurious to your position

if it was known that you wished to part with your house and furniture.

And I had a very strong objection to it.

I should have thought that that was reason enough.

(scoffs) You had reason enough?

To contradict my orders secretly and treat me like a fool?

Is it possible to make you understand

what the consequences will be?

Is it of any use to tell you again why we must part with the house?!

No, it is not necessary for you to tell me again.

I remember what you said.

You spoke just as violently as you did just now.

But that doesn’t alter my opinion that you ought to try

every other means rather than take a step

which is so painful to me –

and so degrading to you.

And suppose I disregard your opinion as you disregard mine?

Oh, you may do so, of course.

You may do so.

But I think you ought to have told me

before we were married

that you would place me in the very worst position,

rather than give up your own will.

(scoffs)

When we were first married

everyone felt your position would be very high.

I could not have imagined then

that you would like to sell our furniture,

take a house in Bridge Street where the rooms are like cages.

If we are to live in that way

let us at least leave Middlemarch!

These would be very strong considerations if I didn’t happen to be deep in debt!

Many people have been in debt.

If they are respectable, people trust them!

(scoffs)

May I at least request...

that you will not see Trumbull at present?

- (scoffs) - At least until it has been seen

that there are no other means!

Surely it’s I who should exact a promise that you won’t do anything more behind my back!

What a mess you have made.

(shudders)

I hate your stupid experiments!

I hate them! I –

(door slams)

Lydgate’s voice: “In a few years there will be

“a first-class medical school in Middlemarch. Why should London and Paris...

“...small work for Middlemarch and great work for the world.

“...and in theory... ...ocean to swim in...

“in five years time, I might be looking for a wife,

“but you know my real passion...”