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Whoa.

Elinor.

I'm here, Father.

My eldest daughter, I'm so proud of the woman

that you've come to be.

Now, if my sickness continues, your mother and sisters

will need your strength.

I know I can count on you, Elinor.

You must hold our family together.

Father, I came as soon as I could.

Oh, John.

Listen to me, my son.

The law forbids me from dividing my estate.

To include your sisters and stepmother,

my fortune will be left entirely in your hands.

Father, don't worry about that now.

I do worry.

And you must promise me, John.

You must promise me that you will see

that they are taken care of.

That is my wish.

I promise, Father.

I promise.

The promise?

Yes, the promise.

3,000 pounds.

Are you mad?

1,000 for each of the girls.

Barrister assured me it was a fair amount.

Is it not enough?

Not enough?

It's far too much.

Even if you gave them half as much, no other man on Earth

would be half so generous to his half-sisters.

So 1,500, then?

1,500 would be perfect, if it is your intent to rob

us of our rightful inheritance.

Fanny, it is their rightful inheritance too.

Yet the law says differently.

But I promised Father.

John, regardless of who promised what to whom and when,

the estate is yours to do with as you see fit.

The new master and mistress of Norland Park have arrived.

We are now guests in our own home.

I don't understand why we have to leave.

John and Fanny already have a house in London.

Yes.

One must assume taking what's ours gives them great pleasure.

Stop it.

Our brother is a good man.

John will honor father's wishes.

He'll certainly allow us the time we need

to find a suitable new home.

Hold.

Mary and my dear sisters.

John.

I trust you had a pleasant journey.

Yes, thank you.

And thank you for the warm welcome.

I hope to make this transition as easy as pos--

Norland Park, how I've dreamed of this day.

John, I was hoping we could discuss

your plans for the estate.

Oh, yes.

Yes, of course, all things in good time.

But first, I-- I do have to check in on Fanny.

Excuse me.

Hello.

Hello.

I'm Edward Ferrars.

You must be Miss Dashwood.

I am.

Welcome to Norland Park.

Your sister will be happy to hear you arrived safely.

Stepsister.

And yes, Fanny is widely known through the land for

her deep concern for others.

Shall I take you to the house?

I do hope that Fanny has been treating you with civility.

It shames me to say, but Fanny takes after our mother.

Stop.

You shall not pass.

Margaret.

Good sir knight, I assure you my intentions are honorable.

I'm not a knight.

I'm a pirate.

Pirate?

Oh, no.

In that case, I hereby surrender my vessel.

Not good enough.

Oh, ooohh.

Oooh.

As beautiful as Norland is,

it requires many repairs.

I'm frankly surprised at the state of it.

Yes, quite right.

It'll be very expensive.

Money will be much tighter than we imagined.

My dear Fanny, Norland Park is a country manor.

Too many changes would ruin its charm.

There is beauty in its flaws, isn't there?

I think Father--

So, Mr. Ferrars, tell us.

How long are you to stay at Norland Park?

That depends entirely on the hospitality of Mrs. Dashwood.

You may stay--

I should think a month.

Well, I would like to stay for a month or so, perhaps longer.

Mother.

None of these will do.

They're all far too expensive.

But surely once John distributes

our share of the estate--

You can't truly still believe John

intends to honor his promise.

But he said.

We all heard him.

Mother, it's been months since Father passed.

And the most John has promised is the occasional gift

of fish and game.

And if we count on even that, we'll all go hungry, won't we?

But there is good news.

I've been reaching out to family.

You haven't.

How embarrassing.

Yes.

Well, I've received a response from your father's

cousin, Sir John Middleton of Barton Park in Devonshire.

Who?

I've never met any Sir John of Barton Park.

None of us have, but he is family.

It seems his wife recently passed,

and he's sympathetic to our situation.

He has a cottage he will rent us at a very affordable price.

A cottage?

We're to go from Norland Park to a cottage.

Mother.

Very well.

I, for one, don't care where we

go as long as we're far away from John

and his horrible wife.

I apologize for the interruption,

but I was hoping to get better acquainted with Norland's

beautiful gardens.

And I was hoping for a guide.

Devonshire is beautiful country.

I actually spent some time there during my schooling years.

Oh.

Well, if you're ever feeling nostalgic,

you always have an open invitation to stay with us,

if it suits you, of course.

It would be my honor.

My mother and I have great expectations for Edward.

I'm sure.

My mother has made it plain that she would

withdraw all his inheritance should he choose

to marry someone unworthy.

It falls to me to make sure that both Edward and Robert

marry the right kind of woman.

You understand, don't you?

I understand you perfectly.

We're grateful for the hospitality you've

shown during our time of need.

Rest assured, we will be leaving Norland Park within the week.

Edward, do you promise you'll visit?

You have my word.

Uh-- it has been a true pleasure making your acquaintance,

Miss Dashwood.

And you as well, Mr. Ferrars.

I want you to know that I'm--

that I'm-- I'm not very good at this sort of thing.

I wish that I could accompany you on your travels

and offer whatever help I'm able.

But-- but the fact is there are--

Obligations?

Complications.

Yes.

Well, life is nothing if not complicated.

I shall visit you.

And in the meantime, I want you to have this.

It's for your sketches.

Thank you.

I look forward to filling these pages.

And I to seeing them filled.

Goodbye, Miss Dashwood.

It's not fair.

What kind of law would deprive us of our rightful inheritance?

The world can be a harsh place.

It may only be temporary, for you at least.

Don't look at me like that.

I'm talking about Edward.

Your affection for one another was obvious.

Mother is convinced you will wed.

I'm certain there's no--

Do you love him?

Marianne.

Elinor, do you love him?

I-- I think very highly of him, greatly esteem him.

Esteem him?

Like him? - Shhhh.

Cold-hearted Elinor, shall I throw

you from this carriage to get you

to admit you feel something?

You're going to wake Mother and Meg.

Don't you wish to be in love?

For you, Marianne, the wish is to hope, and to hope

is to expect.

I think it best not to get my hopes, expectations up.

It's very--

Small?

Cozy?

The Dashwood women arrive.

Sir John Middleton I presume.

You presume correctly.

Lovely to finally make your acquaintance.

Welcome to Devonshire.

Sir John, we must thank you.

No, no, no, no, no.

No thanks necessary.

You do me a favor by moving in.

It gave me the excuse I needed to clean this place up.

Well, at least accept our condolences

on your wife's passing.

And mine on your husband's.

He was a wonderful man.

And yes, Lady Middleton left us far too soon.

The worst of it was she left me alone with my mother-in-law.

And I jest.

I jest.

Mrs. Jennings is a delightful woman.

Well, perhaps delightful is overstating it.

She's not at all unpleasant, mostly.

Anyway, you'll see for yourself tonight when you

come to dine at Barton Park.

In fact, I insist you dine with us every night

until you're fully settled in.

And to that end, my servant Thomas will be assisting

you with your every need.

That's gracious of you.

Are you sure you can spare--

Of course I can.

Thomas is a mediocre servant at best.

I'm sure he won't be missed.

Now, I'll get out of your way and let you unpack.

I'll send a carriage down to collect you this evening.

Ta-ta.

Well, he's certainly--

Look, Marianne, a pianoforte.

Look what we've been reduced to.

Mother, stop.

We have a lovely new home.

We're very fortunate.

I was mistress of Norland Park.

What am I now?

This world is so cruel.

There is kindness in it, like your cousin.

He's a lovely man, and he seems genuinely happy to have us

here, doesn't he?

But we have no carriage, no land of our own,

and no money for your dowry.

We have nothing.

We have each other.

Dinner was wonderful.

I send my compliments to the chef.

Oh, I am so glad you enjoyed it.

We must talk suitors.

I know every eligible bachelor in the county,

and Elinor and Marianne will meet them all

and take their pick.

It's so lovely having you at Barton Park.

Sir John can be such a bore.

I'm the bore, the way you always prattle on?

Prattle?

I don't prattle.

You don't think I prattle, do you, dear?

Oh, Brandon.

There you are.

I'm afraid you've missed dinner, old chap.

My deepest apologies. I'm afraid--

No, no, no. No, not at all.

The roast was rather dry, in fact.

But as you can see, we have company to provide a feast

for the eyes, ears, and soul.

Mrs. Dashwood, Miss Dashwood, Margaret, Dashwood, Marianne

Dashwood, allow me to present Colonel Brandon, an old friend

and military hero.

We served together in the East Indies, you know.

It's a pleasure to meet you all.

You play beautifully.

Thank you.

Do you live nearby, Colonel?

Quite but not near enough, it seems, to be on time for dinner

apparently.

Again, I apologize.

Only joking, Colonel.

So serious this one but such a gentleman.

You should see his home, Delaford.

It's simply majestic but could use a woman's touch.

That was a dreadful evening.

Sir John and Mrs. Jennings talk incessantly.

Neither listened to a single note played.

Colonel Brandon seemed quite fond of the music

and the hands that played it.

Stop it.

Did you not find him handsome?

Did you not find him to be pleasant?

I found him to be mature and far too reserved for me.

What could we possibly have in common?

Besides a love of music, a strong interest

in you to start.

He's a military man.

I doubt he has a single romantic bone in his body.

I could never be with someone whose

tastes did not coincide with mine own

in every conceivable way.

The more I come to know the world, the more convinced

I am I'll never find someone I could truly love.

Little young to despair of ever finding happiness,

aren't you?

You don't understand, Elinor.

I require so much.

On that, Marianne, we can agree.

"Thus, happiness depends, as nature shows,

less on exterior things than most suppose."

What's that?

William Cowper, the most romantic poet that ever lived.

He's saying that happiness lies in the heart and not

in material possessions.

When's Edward coming to visit?

He said he'd come as soon as we were settled.

We've been up here for weeks.

Elinor must be upset.

Elinor doesn't get upset.

With Elinor, it's always prudence and duty,

resignation and acceptance.

Look.

Is it Colonel Brandon?

Mrs. Jennings said he would make a good husband for you.

Mrs. Jennings doesn't know the first thing about me.

Let's ask him what he thinks.

Meg, don't.

Ow.

Marianne.

Marianne, are you all right?

My ankle.

Are you all right?

Don't be afraid.

I only wish to help.

May I?

Well, the good news is it doesn't appear broken.

You've got quite the sprain.

May I escort you home?

Who are you?

I'm sorry.

Where are my manners?

John Willoughby, at your service.

Mother, we simply cannot afford a new chimney.

You know this.

I know no such thing.

Smoke billowing inside the house all day,

all of us constantly beating soot from our clothing,

is this how you really expect us to live?

Fine. Fine.

We'll get a new chimney.

We'll just forego a few minor things like hmm--

ah, food.

Mother.

It's Marianne.

She fell.

But the man--

What man?

Where can I--

Oh. Oh.

Here.

Oh.

Marianne, are you all right?

What happened?

She's fine, just a sprained ankle.

Who are you?

John Willoughby.

I was out hunting, and I saw her fall.

I fear I may have given the young ladies quite the scare.

Not at all.

Don't be silly.

Thank goodness you were there.

May I offer you some tea?

I don't want to trouble you.

I only wanted to see your lovely daughters safely home,

and I have done that.

Although, if I may, I'd like to come back tomorrow to check

on the patient's progress.

Is that all right?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

Then I'll away.

It's been a pleasure meeting you,

Marianne, despite the circumstances.

Ah, yes, the dashing Mr. Willoughby.

He comes to Devonshire every year to visit his aunt.

Who resides at Allenham Court, the estate he will

one day inherit.

Is he married?

He is not.

He is unattached and stands to become extraordinarily wealthy.

Oh, I see what's happening here.

Poor Brandon.

It seems he's no match for Willoughby in Marianne's eyes,

though perhaps Miss Elinor--

Elinor already has a suitor.

Margaret.

Really?

And why is this the first that I am hearing of it?

Pray tell.

Who is the lucky young man?

I won't say his name.

Oh.

But his surname begins with the letter F.

Ooh, mystery, is it?

I do love a good riddle.

Ooh, let's see.

F for Franklin?

Frederick?

Fiddlesticks.

Fiddlesticks.

I love your cottage.

It's been empty too long.

To see it occupied now and by such wonderful women,

it does my heart good.

How long will you be in Devonshire?

Difficult to say.

It is beautiful out here.

And Allenham Court will one day be my home,

but sometimes I find Devonshire a bit dull.

Oh.

Young women throwing themselves down

hillsides just to meet you doesn't happen every day?

It is nice to have others of an age close to my own.

Let's see what else we have in common.

Who's your favorite artist?

Ah, don't make me choose just one.

Boucher.

Ooh, Panini.

I love them.

Favorite poet.

Phillis Wheatley.

Phillis Wheatley.

"Thy various works, imperial queen, we see."

"How bright their forms!

How deck'd with pomp by thee!"

Willoughby, welcome back to Devonshire.

Now, how is your aunt?

Still in good health, I hope.

She is well, thank you-- on a trip to London at present.

Good evening, everyone.

Colonel Brandon, now that you're here,

shall we adjourn to dinner? Come my, dear.

Allow me.

Good to see that ankle is in good health, but let's

not test it.

Colonel Brandon, sir, good to see you.

Mr. Willoughby.

That is beautiful.

You must give me some pointers on how to play.

It appears Mr. Willoughby was quite moved

by Marianne's performance.

Oh, let them have their fun.

Excuse me.

To be young again.

When were you ever young?

I was speaking with Sir John about a piece of land

owned by my sister's husband.

It's naught but a few hours' ride by carriage.

We thought it might be nice to take an excursion out

there for a picnic.

That sounds lovely, Colonel.

Do tell Marianne that Mr. Willoughby

will also be invited.

Colonel?

My sister, she's a true romantic,

and I love her for it.

But she lacks propriety and I'm afraid common sense.

I must say I do look forward to a day

where she's better acquainted with the world.

Miss Dashwood, I once knew someone very much

like your sister but who, due to a series

of unfortunate circumstances--

the world can be a very cruel place.

Do not wish for the day that your sister

discovers that for herself.

Do you fancy her?

She's beautiful.

She's yours.

She's what?

She's yours, if that is, you have something of equal value

to trade for her.

I'm afraid I don't have much of value, not any more.

Well, what do you have on you right now?

Nothing.

Just a handkerchief.

Perfect.

Anything you've ever held will be more than enough.

Elinor, look.

Willoughby gave me the most wonderful gift.

I think I'll call her Queen Mab.

What, the horse?

Marianne, we can't keep it.

But we have a perfectly good stable.

What will we feed it, Marianne?

Who will groom it?

I'm sorry.

Clearly, I did not think this through.

My aunt always says I can be a bit impulsive.

As well you should be.

Our impulses are never wrong.

Well, in this case, they were.

The last thing I want to do is cause you any hardship,

but perhaps I can offer a solution.

I will keep Queen Mab in the stables at Allenham.

She will still be yours, and you can come

visit her and ride her anytime.

I hope that will be quite often.

Thank you, Mr. Willoughby.

Not at all.

I do apologize for any trouble I may have caused.

Will you be joining us on the trip

Colonel Brandon has arranged?

Well, if the lovely and talented Dashwood

sisters are going to be there, I would

not miss it for the world.

Shall we go for a ride?

It's so beautiful.

My favorite horse.

Take this.

For the last time, I do not prattle.

You do.

You do, too.

I think I'll write a letter to Edward, inviting him to visit.

You'll do no such thing.

He's already been invited.

Elinor.

I just want for both my daughters to be happy.

Mother, my happiness does not depend

on the affections of another.

Doesn't hurt though.

Colonel Brandon.

I have a message for you.

I'm so sorry.

I'm afraid I can't accompany you on the picnic.

My horse, quickly.

But it's your brother-in-law's property.

We can't go without you.

I apologize, but I've been called

on urgent business in London.

Come now, Brandon.

Surely, this business is not so urgent you

can't postpone it one day.

Not one hour.

I wonder what this urgent business could be?

I suspect I know.

A little bird told me that the Colonel

has a certain ongoing obligation in London, a daughter.

A daughter?

I didn't know the Colonel had been married.

He hasn't been.

We've spoken more than enough of the Colonel.

And although he may have foiled our plans,

it is far too beautiful of a day to let

it go to waste all together.

The fair Marianne and I are going

for a ride in the countryside.

Catch us if you can.

Yah.

This, Marianne, is Allenham.

It's so beautiful.

And all of this is to be yours?

One day, yes, mine, and God willing, my family's.

I think it would feel far too empty without one.

Marianne, my aunt will be back from London in a few days.

So I'll have to tend to things around here,

preparing for her return.

But perhaps someday I could pay a call to Barton Cottage.

There's something I'd like to ask you.

And afterwards, I'd like to have a conversation

with your mother.

Yes.

Yes, of course.

Why did I have to go to church and Marianne got to stay home?

Because Marianne is pure of heart without an ounce of sin.

No, she isn't.

Marianne had to stay home to receive a visitor.

What visitor?

Mr. Willoughby?

Indeed.

And your sister is about to become Mrs. Willoughby.

Marianne's getting married?

We don't know that for certain.

I'm so glad Willoughby came along when he did.

If things between Marianne and Colonel Brandon had progressed,

your sister could have ended up in a very

complicated situation.

Do you think it's true what Mrs. Jennings

said about him, that he had a daughter out of wedlock?

Mother.

Your daughters keep you busy enough.

Do you really need to worry over someone else's?

Mr. Willoughby, what's going on?

Where's Marianne?

She's inside.

She's-- I'm afraid she's a bit upset.

Upset?

She didn't refuse you, did she?

Mother.

No.

No, it's not-- my aunt has decided

to exercise some of her privileges

on her dependent nephew.

I'm leaving to London for business.

I leave straight away.

When will you return?

I-- I'm only invited back to Allenham once a year,

so I most likely will not be back for some time.

But surely Sir John could extend

an invitation once your business is concluded.

Yes.

Well, I'm not certain when that will be.

Things are-- that is to say, things are--

I should not linger.

I will not torment myself by remaining friends whose

company I can no longer enjoy.

Marianne.

Please don't cry.

Mother, let me talk to her.

What is there to say?

This would never have happened if I was

the mistress of Norland Park.

Mother--

Marianne?

Over a week now and still he's sent no letter.

I know, but weeping all night and refusing

breakfast in the morning won't make him write any sooner.

I'd be ashamed of myself if I were able to eat or sleep.

This is what true love does to you, Elinor.

You wouldn't understand.

Well, perhaps you can temper your grief a bit

for the sake of Mother?

Someone's coming.

Willoughby-- he's come back.

It's Edward.

I knew you'd come.

Oh, well, of course.

I have to keep the countryside free from pirates.

Mr. Ferrars, such a pleasure to see you again.

Oh, thank you, Miss Dashwood.

Marianne.

I hope my invitation has not expired.

Of course not.

I'm afraid I can only stay for one night.

I hope you don't think me rude.

All the way from London for just one night?

It's a charming home.

Are the Middletons agreeable people?

Not at all.

We couldn't be more unfortunately situated.

Marianne, stop.

Sir John and Mrs. Jennings are very pleasant.

You'll meet them tonight.

Once they find out we have a guest,

they'll want to have us for dinner.

That's a nice ring.

I didn't think you were wearing it at Norland.

Uh, no.

Thank you.

No, I wasn't.

It was a gift.

A gift from whom?

Marianne, it's not our business.

No, that's quite all right.

Edward.

Yes?

Thomas has finished preparing your room.

Would you like to see it?

Yes, of course.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

He's going to propose.

Marianne, why would you say such a thing?

Did you see how nervous he was, how distracted?

You've taken quite the leap there.

Elinor, I'm telling you.

I know about these things.

He's going to propose.

Mr. Ferrars, tell me.

Is it all right if I call you Mr. F?

Uh, Edward is fine.

Thank you.

Oh, all right, then.

Edward comes from a prominent family in London.

His stepmother expects great things from him.

Is that so?

Tell me, Edward.

What are your ambitions?

Oh.

My brother Robert is the ambitious one in the family.

I have no wish to be distinguished,

nor any idea I ever shall be.

I only wish to be perfectly happy.

Wealth plays no part in it.

Nor should it.

Money can only bring happiness when there

is nothing else to give it.

Well, as the one who handles our budget,

I can certainly say a little wealth

would increase my happiness.

Well then, if not fame and fortune, what would grant you

this great happiness, Edward?

I wish I could say.

You are extraordinarily talented.

I wish that were true.

It is.

Do not sell yourself short.

Elinor, I'm sorry if I've seemed reserved during my visit.

You need not apologize.

No, I do need to.

I may not be the best counselor in all things,

but if talking about it--

No, that's-- that's just the thing.

I gave my word I would not speak of it to anyone.

And I-- I--

Your horse is ready, sir.

Thank you.

Are you sure you can't stay any longer?

I'm afraid not.

I've been away from London too long as it is.

Been lovely seeing you all again.

Edward.

If these things you cannot speak of become speakable,

you'll always have my ear.

Your friendship might be the greatest blessing I've known.

And now I must bid you farewell.

What is it about us that sends all

of the men in our lives riding off to London in such haste?

Ah, you're here at last.

I apologize for our tardiness.

Was is it Thomas?

Did he take the wrong turn again?

We should never have let him graduate from those pigs.

Now, allow me to present the Miss Steeles.

This is Anne and her sister Lucy.

We met them in town yesterday, and it turns out

that we are distant cousins.

What a small world we live in.

And they may just be the sweetest girls

in that little small world.

Oh.

Sir John, you flatterer.

And so anxious to meet the Dashwood sisters.

From the moment you were mentioned,

they've asked of nothing else.

We simply had to meet you.

There's almost never anyone new in the area.

Do you find it dull here?

Sir John is such a gracious host, isn't he?

Barton Park is so lovely.

I wonder how many rooms it has?

Can you imagine how many servants?

The most servants I've ever seen was at a dinner

of my distant cousins.

I was sat next to a ghastly woman, who was chewing her food

so loudly, it was as if she had no breeding whatsoever.

But he was so dim-witted, I could

barely stand to be around him.

Not like your beau, Miss Marianne.

You must tell us how you managed to tame Mr. Willoughby.

There are rumors the two of you are engaged to marry.

Are they true?

No.

I wonder where those rumors came from?

And what of you, Elinor?

Surely, there's an army of Devonshire men

vying for your affection.

Well, you've hit upon a great secret there, Miss Steele.

Miss Elinor's heart is claimed by a mystery suitor.

Now, we don't know who it could be, although Barton Cottage did

receive a recent visit by one Mr. F.

Edward Ferrars.

Oh.

We know Mr. Ferrars very well.

But surely--

Anne, stop.

We can hardly claim to know him well.

We've met him once or twice.

Our uncle was his schoolmaster.

Oh.

I'm afraid Mrs. Jennings and Sir John are just teasing you.

You see, Edward's stepsister, Fanny,

is married to our half-brother, John,

and that's why he visited us.

Oh, bother.

I was so sure.

Thank you.

It seems as though I've won again.

Should we play another hand?

I must say, Marianne plays beautifully.

I'm hopeless when it comes to the piano or any instrument

really.

Excuse me.

I do wish I had some talent.

Miss Dashwood, could I possibly

borrow a moment of your time?

Yes.

Yes, of course, please.

I simply must apologize for my sister.

She speaks incessantly, even when she has nothing to say.

Then she should get along splendidly with Mrs.

Jennings and Sir John.

I was wondering, since your brother is

married into the Ferrars family, perhaps

you could do me a small favor.

You see, I would very much like an introduction

to Fanny and Mrs. Ferrars.

It's very important that I win their approval.

Oh, well, I've never met Mrs. Ferrars,

and I don't think I'd be much help

in gaining Fanny's affections.

I see.

How unfortunate.

Why, if I may ask, is it so important to you?

Oh, perhaps I shouldn't say.

Very well.

I need them to like me, because one day--

hopefully one day soon--

we'll be rather intimately acquainted.

I'm engaged to enter into the family.

Oh.

To Fanny and Edward's brother, Robert?

I didn't know that he was--

No, not Robert.

I've never met him before in my life.

To Edward.

You and-- you and Ed--

Ed-- Edward Ferrars are engaged?

I know it must come as a great surprise.

You see, it's a secret only known to Edward,

myself, and my sister.

And we've been keeping it these past four years.

Four years?

Yes.

He asked for my hand the day before he finished

his schooling under my uncle.

Actually, he visited my uncle quite recently,

I'm assuming around the same time he came to visit you.

I was only able to see him once, but--

but I gave him a ring.

Nothing fancy, of course, just a promise of my love.

Tell me, Elinor.

When you saw him, was he wearing it?

He was.

Now, Miss Dashwood, promise me that you'll keep our secret.

Edward has told me about his stepmother and her rather

old-fashioned views.

And I know it's going to be difficult to win her approval

without fortune, as I am.

But I really must win her over before she

learns of our engagement.

Will you promise, Elinor?

Will you promise not to tell another soul?

Well, um, I certainly didn't seek your confidence

in this matter, Miss Steele.

But your secret is safe with me.

I thank you.

I look forward to you and I becoming

the very best of friends.

I think it best we return to our hosts.

Oh, yes.

Of course.

Lest they wonder what it is that we're going on about.

Elinor, can you come down here, please?

Just a moment, Mother.

Yes.

Mrs. Jennings, what brings you here today?

As if I need a reason.

But as it happens, I come with an invitation.

It has been far too long since I have been to the home in London

that I shared with my late husband.

So I have decided to winter there,

and I would love you and the Steele sisters to accompany me.

To London?

Yes.

Oh, Mrs. Jennings, that's so generous of you,

but we couldn't possibly go--

Yes, we can.

Elinor, Willoughby will be in London and so will Ed--

other friends, I'm sure.

Go, dear.

It'll be good for you.

Then it's settled.

I'm going to pack.

Lovely.

Oh, it'll be delightful.

Have a wonderful time.

I'll buy them some proper clothes.

Oh, my.

This is lovely.

I wonder how many servants they have?

Please show the girls to their apartments.

Come on.

Don't keep them waiting.

For the post.

Thank you.

I love it here.

I think that I shall never leave.

Isn't this exciting?

Marianne.

Is that letter addressed to Mr. Willoughby?

He'll want to know I'm in town.

Marianne, we've only just arrived.

I don't think it proper for you--

Who cares for propriety when it comes to the man I love?

You may prefer for the things that you

want to come to you, Elinor, but I choose

to walk a different path.

The Steele sisters certainly like sleeping in,

not that I'm complaining, mind you.

I swear, that Anne never stops, does she?

Some people just go on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on.

Is there anything for me?

Oh, I'm afraid not, dear.

We've been here for three days.

I've already sent two letters.

Why won't he visit, or at least write back?

He may not be in town.

You know he loves to hunt.

I'm sure he hasn't received your letters yet.

Perhaps this will lift your spirits.

It seems that we have all been invited to an assembly

next week.

Will Willoughby be there?

I'm certain he's been invited.

His aunt is a woman of great renown.

Oh, this should be quite the party.

I'm not sure that I have a gown

appropriate for such an event.

Ah, well then, that sounds like the perfect excuse

to go shopping.

Yes.

Goodness, how enchanting.

Yes.

Well, I must make the rounds and greet

all those dusty old codgers, whose company I've

been avoiding all these years.

I shall spare you girls the agony.

Barrington, how lovely to see you again.

I think I'll find someone to dance with.

I don't see Willoughby anywhere.

I'm going to find somewhere to sit.

These enormous heels are agony.

Elinor, I must say, I'm grateful we're

able to have a moment alone.

I've been rather worried since our talk at Barton Park.

I've said nothing of your secret.

It seems to me that our conversation

may have upset you somewhat.

Well, Miss Steele, that is simply not the case.

Truly?

My goodness, Elinor.

John, what a surprise.

I didn't know you were in London.

I was just about to say the same thing.

I never would have expected to run into you here

of all places, not that an event such as this

is above your station or that you'd be unwelcome here.

In fact, I think that you--

Allow me to introduce Ms. Lucy Steele.

Hello, Miss Steele.

I'm John Dashwood.

This is my wife, Fanny, and her stepbrother, Robert Ferrars.

My pleasure.

How do you do, Miss Steele?

Oh.

Miss Dashwood.

Lovely to meet you both.

Tell me, is your brother, Edward, here, too?

Edward?

Yes.

Heavens no.

No, he shuns events such as these.

However, he will be disappointed indeed

when I tell him you were here.

He speaks of you incessantly.

"Miss Dashwood this, Miss Dashwood that."

I think we should invite these lovely ladies to dinner.

I'd love to get to know you both better.

Robert, now is not the time.

It's a wonderful idea.

Let's arrange it.

Elinor, I'm sure you have a busy schedule full of appointments,

but you must promise to come.

Of course, John.

And I always keep my promises.

Please excuse me.

Colonel Brandon, pleasant surprise.

I must apologize for my abrupt departure

when last we saw each other.

That's not necessary.

Was your urgent business resolved happily?

Not just yet, I'm afraid.

Miss Dashwood, I'm very glad I ran into you.

I was wondering if you could clear something up for me?

I heard a rumor that Marianne is engaged

to marry John Willoughby.

Well, with Mrs. Jennings and the Steele sisters in town,

I suspect half of London has heard that rumor.

As far as I know, they are not engaged.

But I don't want to give you false hope.

I'm certain they are very fond of each other.

I see.

Well then, to your sister, I wish

all the imaginable happiness, and to Willoughby, that he

may endeavor to deserve her.

Good evening.

You look as joyful as I feel.

I wish we hadn't come.

Yes.

Well, I'm afraid that--

What?

Willoughby.

Elinor, he's here.

Marianne, I beg of you.

Please don't--

Willoughby?

Miss Dashwood, Marianne.

Will you not take my hand?

Of course.

What is the meaning of this?

Have you not received my letters?

I did receive your letters, and I thank you for letting

me know you were in London.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Elinor, bring him back.

No.

Make him come back this instant.

It's all right.

I feel--

No.

I feel--

No, no.

Let's take her outside. I will take you home.

Marianne?

Marianne, talk to me.

Willoughby finally wrote me back.

JOHN WILLOUGHBY "My dear madam,

I shall always reflect on my former acquaintance

with your family with pleasure, but my affections have

been long engaged elsewhere.

And it is with great regret that I return your handkerchief.

Your most obedient, humble servant, John Willoughby."

"John Willoughby."

Oh.

Oh, Marianne.

What a deceitful, dishonorable, cruel man.

He's not.

This cannot be how he truly feels.

He loves me.

Marianne.

Do you want me to send word to the Ferrars,

let them know that tonight's not a good night to go to dinner?

Is that tonight?

No.

No, we must go.

I will not let John and especially

Fanny know that I'm upset.

I will not give them the satisfaction.

Mrs. Ferrars, I simply must say thank you for allowing

us to dine with you.

And, Fanny, the most perfect hostess.

I think you should take Lucy here under your wing, Fanny.

Perhaps we should even invite the Steele

sisters to stay with us.

Oh, Lucy and Anne

are guests of Mrs. Jennings.

It would be rude of us to ask them to abandon her.

Although, we would certainly miss

Anne's delightful witticisms.

But I suppose we could do without her for a day

or two, perhaps a week.

There.

It's settled, then.

It's a shame Edward couldn't join us tonight.

He's such a nice boy.

Yes, I thought he'd be here.

Did you tell him Miss Dashwood was coming?

Can't imagine him refusing if he knew.

I told you, Elinor, he's quite taken with you.

Edward could not join us because he

is currently staying with the Mortons,

a family of great esteem.

Edward will likely soon be engaged to young Miss Morton,

an exceptional woman, with a 30,000-pound dowry.

Whatever youthful dalliances Edward may have indulged in,

he has always been destined to marry someone of status.

In spite of how he likes to portray himself,

Edward knows his place and would never

be with someone beneath him.

I can't stand it.

Mrs. Ferrars, you are without a doubt

the most miserable woman I have ever met in my life.

Elinor, don't let her make you miserable, too.

Miss Dashwood, Colonel Brandon.

Oh, Colonel Brandon.

Thank you for your assistance at the ball.

I know Marianne would want to thank you,

too, but I'm afraid she's--

It is you I wish to speak with.

Oh, please.

I do not know if coming here was the right thing to do,

but I have information that may be useful to your sister.

Do you remember, back at Barton Park,

I told you I once knew a girl very much like Marianne?

Yes, I remember.

Her name was Eliza.

And she was a ward of my family.

The two of us fell deeply in love.

My father, however, did not approve,

but he and I came to an agreement,

or so I was led to believe.

If I were to distinguish myself in the military,

he would put aside his objections

and allow us to marry.

So I enlisted, fighting not only for my country

but for the woman I loved.

I held up my end of the bargain, but when I returned to England,

I learned that my father had cast Eliza out.

It took years, but I found her, penniless

and dying of consumption in a pauper's hospital.

She had a daughter.

When Eliza passed, I took the girl in as my ward.

Once she'd reached a proper age, I sent

her to school here in London.

But a year ago, she went missing.

No one knew what had become of her.

The letter I received the day of the picnic

told me that she had been found, and she was with child.

It took some convincing, but eventually

she told me the man's name.

You can likely guess it.

Willoughby?

Oh.

Oh.

I apologize if this knowledge is a burden,

but you will know better than I what, if any of it,

may be useful to Marianne.

Good day.

Colonel.

You are truly an honorable man.

Elinor, I just had to come and see my dear friend.

So your stay with the Ferrars is going well?

Oh, quite well, quite well indeed.

Fanny's grown very fond of me.

And Robert, he's-- well, he's just so charming.

As for Mrs. Ferrars, she's certainly

very protective of her stepsons, but I

believe she's warming to me.

What of Miss Morton, she of the 30,000-pound dowry?

Yes.

Well, I'm sure Edward is making her believe he's going

to marry this Miss Morton.

It'll never happen.

If only you could see us together,

Elinor, you would know he's not capable of loving

anyone but me.

Miss Dashwood.

Elinor, you must forgive me.

I fear you must think I've been avoiding you.

But--

Mr. Ferrars, I--

I believe you know Miss Lucy Steele.

Uh-- I--

yes.

Yes, of course.

How do you do, Miss Steele?

Mr. Ferrars.

Well, isn't this a lovely turn of events?

Yes, quite lovely.

Um--

Edward.

Yeah-- oh.

Miss Marianne, how good to see you.

I knew you'd come.

You tried to stay away, but you just can't seem to do it,

can you?

I wonder why that is?

Marianne.

Oh, I don't think it's me, Elinor.

Let's just be honest with our feelings for once.

You cherish honesty, don't you, Edward?

Yes, I do, quite.

I also cherish punctuality, which is why I must leave.

I am due to return to my stepmother.

Oh, well, as I'm currently staying at your stepmother's,

perhaps you could escort me.

You-- you are?

Well, isn't that just a--

yes, of course, I will take you.

Marianne.

Elinor, I-- I do hope I shall see you again soon.

Elinor?

The most beautiful gown I'd seen in my life--

of course, we cannot afford it, but my aunt said she

could make me one just like it.

Well, needless to say, she wasn't quite

the modess she thought she was.

Edward, you've returned.

My dear brother-in-law, how was your stay with the Mortons?

It was fine.

Thank you.

Fine?

That's all you have to say?

They were lovely hosts.

I visited Mrs. Jennings' home to pay

my respects to the Dashwoods.

And who did I find there but Miss Lucy

Steele, who informed me that she has

been staying here in our home.

Imagine my surprise.

I'll wager you hardly recognized her.

It's been so long since your schooling under her uncle.

Oh, it hasn't been long since we've seen him.

Edward visited us just--

Anne.

What do you mean?

When did Edward last visit you?

I-- I-- that is--

I'm sorry.

What is she talking about, Edward?

Well, I suppose this was bound to come out at some point.

Lucy and I are engaged.

And we have been these past four years.

Engaged?

You're engaged to this peasant, and for four years?

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean--

Sorry?

You're sorry for keeping the secret or for exposing it?

We welcomed you into our home.

Fanny, please.

Oh, not a word.

You don't have one ounce of sense.

You don't truly believe that this girl loves you, do you?

She's only after your wealth.

I do love him.

Enough.

Fanny, sit.

This is greatly disappointing.

You two deceitful girls will leave this instant.

Do not bother to pack your things.

We will send them to the Jennings' estate.

Or perhaps we shall burn them.

Stop it, both of you.

You fault these young ladies for not being honest with you?

Well, what choice did you give them?

I beg your pardon?

Stepmother, Fanny, you make no effort to conceal your feelings

towards those who do not have our wealth,

wealth we did not earn, by the way,

but which was handed to us.

Can you not find it in your hearts

to judge people based on their character

and not on the size of their bank accounts?

If you are finished,

allow me to explain the state of things.

You will marry Miss Morton as soon as it can be arranged,

and you will break this ridiculous farce

of an engagement immediately.

I will do neither of those things.

Edward.

Four years ago, I gave my word to Miss Steele,

and I will not break it, not for you,

Fanny, not for you, stepmother, not for--

not for anyone.

Very well.

You two shall be married.

And you, Edward, shall be disinherited.

I will amend my will and leave everything to Robert.

You will get nothing.

This I swear.

So be it.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Mrs. Jennings is having the carriage prepared.

The Steele sisters are leaving immediately.

Apparently, Lucy and Edward had some sort of secret engagement.

These men, how alike they all are,

keeping such secrets from the women who truly love them.

Do you not agree?

That Edward and Willoughby are the same?

No.

No, I do not.

You knew?

I did.

Lucy told me herself the day we met them.

She made me promise--

At Barton Park?

That was ages ago.

Oh, Elinor, you loved Edward so, yet you showed no sign.

How have you borne this burden so easily?

Easily?

Do you really think this has been easy for me?

John was not the only one who made a promise to Father.

He also made me promise to hold our family together.

And I, unlike our brother, have done everything in my power

to keep that promise.

Since the very moment we were cast out of Norland Park,

I have buried my every desire, ignored my every wish

while you, Marianne, have thought of nothing,

nothing but yourself.

Do I love Edward?

Yes, I love him.

There, I've said it.

But I also love you, Marianne.

And I love Mother, and I love Meg.

And I knew this knowledge would break your heart just

as it broke mine, so I endured.

I endured this secret that was forced

upon me by the very person who caused my heartbreak.

I can assure you, Marianne, this is not easy.

Nothing has been easy.

Oh, Elinor.

Thank you.

Oh, dear.

What is it?

Nothing.

Nothing.

It just--

What is it?

It's a wedding announcement.

Um, it appears that Mr. Willoughby is

now officially a married man.

Marianne.

I've never seen her like this.

Oh.

I wish there were a way to get her back to Mother.

Oh, I blame myself.

I thought it best to send the Steele

girls back as soon as possible.

It'll be days before their carriage returns.

I may have an idea.

Colonel Brandon.

I'm in your debt.

It is so kind of to cut your visit short for our benefit.

My business here is concluded.

Elinor, heard you were leaving,

and I just had to come and say goodbye.

John, do you know Colonel Brandon?

No, I haven't had the pleasure.

Pleasure is mine, Mr. Dashwood.

The Colonel's been kind enough to take

us back to Barton Cottage.

Oh.

Well then, you have my thanks.

You have such a long journey ahead of you.

I must insist that you stop and stay

a few nights at Norland Park.

Oh, that's a surprising-but-generous offer.

Why should it surprise you?

Never mind.

That wasn't a sincere question, was it?

I'm many things, Elinor, but I'm not stupid.

I must apologize to you for the way you've been treated.

I should have stood up for you more,

and that is something that I--

John, we are all trying to make our way in the world.

Some of us are guided by what we think of ourselves,

some by what others say.

I will accept your generous offer to stay at Norland Park.

That, at least, pleases me.

I shall send word.

Safe journey, Elinor.

You have a way of speaking to others in a manner they need

to be spoken to, which makes me think

you are the right person to--

before we depart for Devonshire, I would ask you to make

someone an offer on my behalf.

But I don't understand.

Why would Colonel Brandon offer me a home on his estate?

The Colonel has something of a soft spot

for couples kept apart due to the disapproval

of their families.

But I've never even met the man.

He's heard many good things about you

from me, from Marianne, from my mother.

So this is a favor to you, then.

He knows that I--

that, um, we care for you.

But he would not have made this offer if he did not think you

honorable on your own merits.

I am unworthy of such generosity,

yours and the Colonel's.

I would not blame you if you did not wish me to be happy at all.

Edward, listen to me.

You and Lucy were engaged long before you and I even met.

In truth, I find it admirable that you would keep

your commitment to her, even under the threat

of disinheritance.

You do deserve to be happy.

Believe me.

I still think very highly of you, and I always will.

I've said it before.

Your friendship is a true blessing.

It is an honor to know you, Elinor Dashwood.

Marianne, we're here.

Isn't it beautiful, Marianne?

Yes.

And its beauty only reminds me of how far we've fallen.

Marianne?

Marianne?

Marianne?

Elinor, what's wrong?

I can't find Marianne.

I don't know where she could have

gotten off to in this rain.

I will find her.

I promise.

Please do.

Marianne, what on Earth are you doing out here?

What does it matter?

Everything I've ever had has been taken from me.

There's nothing left.

She has a very high fever and congestion in her lungs.

And it seems she's developed a serious infection,

quite serious indeed.

I'm sorry, but there's nothing more I can do.

What do you mean?

There has to be more you can do.

Surely, you can--

Miss Dashwood, if what you've told

me is true, that she's barely eaten or slept in days,

then her body simply does not have the strength

to fight the infection off.

What are you saying?

I'm sorry.

I have other patients that require my attention,

but I promise I will be back as soon as I'm able.

What can I do?

Our mother, Colonel, I hate to ask but--

You do not have to.

I shall leave immediately.

I will not rest until I've collected

your mother and sister and brought them here.

I don't know if you can hear me, but I ask you.

I beg you.

Do not let yourself suffer anymore.

Use that great big heart of yours to fight off this fever.

Marianne?

Marianne?

Marianne?

Marianne?

Marianne?

Elinor.

You have a great big heart, too, Elinor.

I was wrong, you know, about Edward and Willoughby

being alike.

Both of them were threatened with disinheritance,

but they reacted very differently.

Yes, well, the outcome is still the same, isn't it?

Both of us alone.

But we're not alone.

That must be Colonel Brandon, with Mother and Meg.

I'm so glad she's feeling better.

Much better.

Oh, thank goodness.

Is she awake yet?

Her fever broke yesterday, and she's continued to improve.

She'll be happy to see you.

Perhaps I should wait.

You will not.

Marianne is anxious to thank you.

Marianne, I missed you so much.

It's so good to see you, Darling.

It's good to see you, too, Mama.

Colonel, thank you.

May we go back to Barton Cottage?

You don't want to rest here at Norland a bit longer?

There's places--

I wish to go home.

He truly is a man of honor, isn't he--

Colonel Brandon?

He certainly is.

The way he rushed us to your side,

I don't think the man slept for three days.

Yes, that was sweet.

But I was talking about his past.

He stayed true to the woman he loved despite his father's

disapproval.

He went to war for her.

He sought her out after she was cast out by his family.

He even took on the child she had by another man.

I could not have been more wrong about him.

When we first met, I didn't think him romantic at all.

As it turns out, he was the most romantic man I've ever known.

That's the last of it.

Are you sure you don't want to stay for dinner?

I would love to, but I'm afraid I

must get back to Delaford.

I've been gone for quite a while now.

Perhaps-- perhaps I could come and see Delaford one day?

Nothing would make me happier.

Nice to see that smile again.

It's nice to be home.

Colonel Brandon's promised to invite me to Delaford soon.

I'll wager he has.

Can I come?

Not on Marianne's first visit.

Welcome back, ma'am.

Oh, I nearly forgot.

I was running errands in town, preparing for your return,

and I happened to run into acquaintances of yours.

Oh?

Yes.

The newly-wedded Mr. and Mrs. Ferrars send their regards.

Welcome to Delaford.

It's beautiful.

Your whole estate is beautiful.

Edward's cottage is just down there.

I'm sure he and Lucy will be very happy here.

I understand that Mr. Willoughby's aunt

has forgiven him and assured him that he shall

receive his full inheritance.

Oh.

Yes.

If he'd only been patient, he could

have had it all, his fortune and the woman he loves.

Even if that were so, he wouldn't have deserved

the love of that woman.

Besides, her affections lie elsewhere now.

And I said yes.

Oh, Marianne.

He's assured me he'll visit later today

to ask for your blessing.

Oh, he will have it.

We're going to miss you.

Delaford's very close.

We'll see each other all of the time.

But Edward's at Delaford.

Come, dear.

We have a wedding to plan.

I-- Edward and Lucy's marriage is what we expected.

I told myself not to hope for anything different.

But it was too late, wasn't it?

Hope had already entered.

There's no sense in it now.

It's done.

He's married.

I'll be calm.

I'll be mistress of myself.

Be calm.

Mother, whose horse--

Miss Dashwood.

Mr. Ferrars.

Are you visiting us from your new home in Delaford?

Yes, I arrived just yesterday.

It's a lovely cottage.

And how is Mrs. Ferrars?

My stepmother is well.

Thank you.

Perhaps I should say she's in good health.

I suppose she'll never be well.

No, I mean Mrs. Edward Ferrars.

Oh.

You haven't heard?

From the way that gossip seems to travel in our circles,

I had assumed that--

once my inheritance went to my brother,

it seemed as though Miss Lucy Steele's affections

went that way as well.

And so Lucy is now Mrs. Robert Ferrars.

Apparently, my stepmother's prejudices against Lucy

were outweighed by her desire to punish and humiliate me.

So-- so--

so you're-- you're-- you're not married?

No.

Elinor.

Elinor.

I would not blame you if you wanted me to leave,

but please allow me--

my engagement to Lucy was a folly of youth.

I never felt for her or for anyone what I feel for you.

And I don't care what my stepsister thinks,

or my stepmother, or anyone.

I will not marry for fortune, nor out of obligation.

I want to marry for love.

And I love you, Elinor.

I know my own happiness now.

And in truth, I have known it for some time.

It lies with you, Elinor.

I love you with all my heart.

I have been in love with you since--

since we first met at Norland.

I tried to deny it out of some misguided sense

of duty or honor.

But-- but it would not be denied.

My love for you has never wavered.

And I will continue to love you until the day I die.

I came here today with one errand

in mind, which I will now perform.

Oh.

Elinor Dashwood, will you do me the great honor

of becoming my wife?

Yes.

Yes, I'll marry you.

I pronounce they be man and wife together.