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Here we are, Sarah.

Oh!

I must say to the girls,

well, we are terribly thrilled

to have one of our outfits

in the Abbey for

the royal wedding.

Would you care to try it

one last time?

No, I have total faith in you.

Can I take it with me today?

Yes, of course.

Madge, would you pack

Mrs. White's outfit?

Thank you.

I'm terribly impressed

with these, you know.

Thank you.

But I haven't seen anyone

wearing anything like them

this year.

Well, we are trying to develop

our own style.

You're doing jolly well

at it, too.

I mean, one could easily wear

this to Hurlingham.

It's about the only

joy of the season

my husband indulges in, really.

Personally, I loathe polo.

Sitting around

on drafty terraces

watching grown men

fall off horses.

There are so many

more interesting ways

of catching a chill.

Oh, well, you'll need some sort

of a jacket then, perhaps.

Could you do me one

to match this?

Yes, of course.

And could you do this in white?

BEATRICE: White?

I don't play tennis myself,

but everyone wears white

at Ranelagh.

Which actually is a splendid

reason for keeping it in blue.

So you would like

this dress as well?

And something nice for Henley,

and some beach pajamas

for Le Touquet.

And if all that sounds

rather functional,

you can do me something

absolutely staggering for Ascot.

We'll talk about

Queen Charlotte's ball

nearer the time.

W-would you like to do

my wardrobe this season?

Well, yes!

Oh, I'm so sorry, darling.

Have you been waiting long?

I did half past.

- How did you get on?

- Oh, fine.

I think I've just

made two girls very happy.

I just couldn't believe it

when she said we could

do the whole lot.

I mean, we just haven't done

that sort of thing before.

Have you any idea

what's involved

in a whole season's outfits?

Our rent, their wages,

and some money in the bank.

[Scoffs]

Philistine.

The thing is, she's so nice.

I mean, friendly and all that.

Well, that's usually the way,

isn't it?

The higher up they are,

the less sad there is to one.

Aw, there speaks the voice

of experience.

Well, I see 'em here, don't I?

Some of them might have

the money,

but they've no manners

to speak of.

Her and the Princess Royal --

like that they are,

but you wouldn't know it

to talk to her.

We're sewing for royalty.

You would think that,

wouldn't you, Tilly?

They're friends of royalty --

just friends.

Well, they must be

very good friends.

After all, she's going

to the royal wedding.

Oh, don't -- I've gone all funny

at the thought.

Actually, I'm not sure I approve

of all this gossiping

about the clients.

Well, we're not saying

anything nasty.

No, but still.

We're all just excited, Bea.

There's no harm in it.

What are you thinking about?

Nothing.

Why do you torment me

all the time?

Have you told Beatrice

about Paris yet?

No, I haven't yet.

Not that simple.

Bea is my guardian.

I can't just tell her.

I have to ask.

So when are you going to ask?

Soon.

I promise.

Be patient.

I really want to go to Paris

with you.

But just let me choose

the moment, all right?

So you don't mind if I recommend

you to Nancy?

It won't make too much

work for you?

Of course not.

She did so admire the dress

I wore to the wedding.

No, it's most kind of you,

thank you.

Not at all.

I'm just terribly impressed

at the way

you two have built up this

business from nothing.

Thank you.

And against all the odds,

as far as I can see.

Well, it hasn't been too bad.

[Chuckles]

I don't believe that.

Well, perhaps.

Pip says it's all to do with

passion and commitment --

rather like a good marriage.

I think I agree with him.

It certainly shows

in your work.

Your husband's in mining,

I gather.

Down the mines if he gets

half the chance.

Never happier than when he's

up to his eyes in hot dirt

inventing bizarre new ways

for making two tunnels

meet in the middle, or whatever.

And is your husband in England

at the moment?

Arrived back from South Africa

last week.

He's moaning about

the weather already.

But it hasn't been too bad.

Of course it hasn't.

The truth is he hates

the Season so much,

he'll moan about anything.

I'm sure that's not true.

No, he just can't help saying

what he thinks, that's all.

He's very straightforward --

rather like you.

So, what do you think?

JACK: Needs a lot of work

to go into it.

Well, I know that!

I mean, do you think

you can help me find someone

to paint the mission?

I dare say Hugo would do it

as a favor.

Are you all right, old thing?

No, I've had a long

and tiring day,

and if I don't get a cup of tea

this minute, I shall --

Come on, tell big brother

all about it.

Don't patronize me!

I've been patronized

up to here all week,

- and I am sick of it!

- Sorry.

I've worked hard

for this hall, Jack.

I have bullied, pleaded,

I've pulled every string

I could lay my hands on.

I've listened to fat,

pompous bishops

droning on about

the saintliness of charity

and generosity of the soul,

and it's a pit!

Well, it's still a place

you didn't have before.

PENELOPE: Yes, I know.

It will get better.

It's just there's so much more

work to be done

and I am so tired.

Come on.

Where to?

Jack, I've got so much

more work to do.

Yes, well, you can do it

after we've had

that cup of tea --

and a bun.

Never be charitable

on an empty stomach.

EVANGELINE: Hello.

Hello!

Did you have a nice time?

Gorgeous.

We rode all the way

from Henley to Taplow.

It's beautiful.

BEATRICE: Well, fresh air

must agree with you.

You've gone quite pink.

Well, we had a glass of wine

at dinner.

Where did you go?

Oh, just a little place

in Maidenhead.

You don't mind, do you?

About you drinking wine

or you out with Sebastian

in the first place?

Bea...

It's all right,

I'm not going to go on at you,

but you know I don't

particularly trust him.

He's terribly nice, honestly.

If you say so.

Beatrice...

you know I said that

Sebastian was a pilot.

I seem to remember the subject

coming up once or twice, yes.

Well, he flies to Paris

quite often.

How nice for him.

Yes.

Well, he's asked me if I'd like

to go to Paris with him

to stay for the weekend.

And what did you say?

Well, I said

I'd have to ask you first.

Quite right.

Well, it would be terribly

respectable, Bea.

Absolutely proper,

no nonsense.

Evie, how serious are you

about Sebastian?

Serious?

Ha, not at all.

BEATRICE:

Are you sure?

I would hardly be going out

with Hugo

if I was serious

about Sebastian, now, would I?

Well, how serious are you

about Hugo, then?

I'm not serious

about anybody, Bea.

I'm just having a lovely time

in the company

of several very nice people,

that's all.

Hmm.

But I would like to go

to Paris.

Yes, so would I.

How does that feel

in the arms now?

- Hmm, perfect.

- Right.

If you could just bear with me

while I take these pins out.

It's all right, don't rush.

What time is your husband

calling for you?

Oh, any minute now.

He'll just have to wait,

that's all.

Well, I'll just re-cut along

those pins,

and that should do it.

And are you going

somewhere nice?

Gloucestershire.

We move to the country

every summer.

Sometimes I think it's the only

way I can bribe my husband

to tear himself away

from the veldt at all.

He loves taking the boys riding.

Oh, is that the silk

for Queen Charlotte's?

Not only that,

Evie's friend Hugo

introduced us to this man

who makes,

of all things,

chandeliers.

He sold us his crystals.

We've had them made into beads.

Oh, how clever!

[Knock on door]

Captain White.

I believe my wife is here.

Come in, sir.

Oh, good afternoon,

Captain White.

Mrs. White won't be a moment.

Tilly, could you just tell

Mrs. White

her husband is here?

Please, do sit down.

Philip, darling,

you're always so punctual.

Really is most annoying.

EVANGELINE: Now, would

the 14th be convenient

for your next appointment,

Mrs. White?

What?

That would be fine.

EVANGELINE: 11:00?

Bye, Mrs. White.

Please excuse me.

11:00 will suit me perfectly,

Evangeline.

Right, thank you.

Hello.

JACK: Hello, Pen.

All right?

No, not really.

PENELOPE: What's the matter?

Business.

I seem to be out of fashion.

I was all the rage

for a couple of years.

Now, obviously,

someone else is.

Well, can't you do

something about it?

I suppose so.

Suddenly it all seems

so damn fatuous.

Well, I won't argue with that.

Anyway, what do you want?

What do you mean,

"what do I want"?

It's the only reason you ever

come around here.

Well, as a matter of fact,

you're right.

I want...

Six pounds, 10 shillings,

and sixpence.

What on earth for?

Plumbing.

- I beg your pardon?

- Plumbing.

One gentleman's convenience,

one lady's convenience,

and the odds and ends of piping

to make it all work.

Pen, I'm sorry,

I can't help you.

Rubbish!

I've just had to sack

my secretary

because I can't afford

to keep her.

I'm flat broke!

Broke?!

I don't know how you can even

use that word

with a straight face!

You've got a studio,

a flat somewhere else,

you've got rooms

full of equipment.

You have heating, lighting,

three meals a day!

Six pounds to you means

cheaper champagne for a month,

that's all!

How dare you?!

Steady on, old thing.

What is all this?

It's what I have been reduced

to, that's what.

What everybody who was involved

in the mission

has been reduced to,

to scrounging favors

from friends and relatives

for even the most

basic amenities.

I just thought that you might

like to provide the plumbing.

Oh, well, all right.

Anything for a quiet life.

Six pounds what?

Ten shillings and sixpence.

Tell me, Bea.

I might be able to help.

[Sobbing]

Evie, didn't you recognize him?

Who?

Captain White.

It's Philip.

Oh, not your Philip?

Oh, Bea, not the one

you were going to marry.

The man I would have married

if Father hadn't...

If Father hadn't what?

Well, he stopped it.

He forbade us seeing each other.

Oh, don't you remember

the rows we had?

I was only young.

Why didn't he want you

to marry him?

I don't know.

And I never saw him again.

And he promised faithfully

he would write,

and he never did.

Bea!

Oh.

Were you very much in love?

He's the only man

I've ever loved.

Evie, we made --

together, you know?

You see, I really believed that

we were going to be married.

Bea, Bea, shh.

And now he's come back.

Evie, I can't face him again!

Shh, shh, shh!

HUGO: Jack?

Come on through.

What's this, another

film masterpiece?

Yep, I'm the master,

and the film's in pieces.

And which one's this?

The one about the maiden

who goes mad

and does things with

the rat poison.

The one that will hopefully

open the doors

to a film studio for you?

Yep, and the one with which I've

had just about enough for today.

Trouble with you and me, Hugo,

is we've both become

unpleasantly cynical

in our old age.

It's one of the things

I most admire

about Evangeline Eliott,

actually --

her complete lack of

any kind of cynicism.

Nothing to do with her

bright eyes, then, I suppose.

And those, of course.

Actually, that's rather

why I'm here.

I was wondering whether

you and I might trot

across the corridor

and try and persuade

the mesdames Eliott to join us

for a bite of supper.

I'd rather not, if it's all

the same to you, old chap,

although you're welcome to stay

and have a drink here,

if you'd like.

Are we out of favor?

No, out of pocket.

I had to pay off my secretary

rather handsomely.

I've also have to buy

two public conveniences,

plus piping.

Whatever for?

I'm not sure.

It seemed a good idea

at the time.

Jack, Jack, the road to hell

is paved not with

good intentions,

but with things that seemed like

a good idea at the time.

I can stand being broke, Hugo.

And I can stand listening to

your art-school philosophy.

What I can't stand is being

sober at the same time.

[Chuckles]

Evie, you promised

you'd ask Beatrice.

I know.

I did try to ask her.

And?

And nothing really.

She didn't say yes or no.

[Sighs]

Sebastian, don't be cross.

It's terribly difficult.

Apart from anything else,

Bea and I planned

a trip to Paris ourselves,

which didn't happen in the end.

Even if she didn't mind

about you and I,

she's bound to feel

a little hurt

I'll be going without her.

Yes.

What do you mean by that?

Nothing.

It's just that it's starting

to sound

as if you don't really

want to go.

That's not true!

I do want to be with you.

I made all the arrangements,

Evie.

I reserved you a seat

on the plane,

everything.

Please understand, Sebastian.

Bea's going through

a difficult time --

I'm not interested in Beatrice!

I'm interested in you.

Ask her or don't ask her.

Make your own mind up, for once.

Just come.

Right, I'll be off now --

unless you want me to help you

finish up in here.

No, no, Madge,

you go off home.

I'll finish, thank you.

[Knock on door]

Oh, who's that at this time?

Captain White.

- It's Captain White!

- What?!

He'd like a word.

Yes, well, show him through,

Madge.

In here?

I'm far too busy to stop

what I'm doing.

[Clears throat]

Hello, Beatrice.

[Door closes]

There you are.

Thank you.

I just don't know where I am

with you

half the time.

In a tea shop.

Don't you care

how I feel at all?

Of course I do.

I just don't like talking

about it all the time.

Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't

mean to bore you.

Sebastian,

let's not spoil the day

with rows.

What do you want to do?

Why don't we go back to my flat,

have some supper there later?

I don't think that's

a very good idea, Sebastian.

All right.

I don't actually mind

what we do

as long as we can spend

a bit more time together.

Please, don't.

Don't what?

Be so intense all the time.

Why not? I feel intense.

I know.

Let's go and listen to that

new Dixie band at Ingram's.

I'll teach you how to dance.

Come on.

Come on!

No, don't mean "angry."

I'm sorry, that wasn't

the right word.

I felt disappointed.

What?!

I thought I knew you

better than that.

I thought you'd stand up

to your father

instead of just letting

everything go.

Philip, I didn't let

anything go!

Beatrice, you didn't even

answer my letters!

What letters?!

Well, you didn't get them?

What?!

Beatrice, I wrote to you

once a week...

till I thought you didn't care.

Every time we moved camp,

I let you know

where you could reach me.

You really didn't

get any of them?

Beatrice, don't be angry

with me,

I had no way of knowing.

Philip, I am not angry with you.

Do you know what he did?

Do you know what my father did?

Every morning, I waited.

Every morning, I went in

to my father at breakfast,

and I would ask him...

if there was any post for me.

I can still see

his patronizing face.

He'd pat my hand, and he'd say,

"I'm terribly sorry, Beatrice,

not today.

I did warn you."

And he must have burnt them.

All these years, I've thought,

Philip --

And he destroyed them!

Oh!

I'm so sorry.

I'm behaving stupidly.

Would it be better if I left?

No.

No, I'm all right now.

Philip, did you hate me

terribly?

At first, yes.

There I was in Africa,

only there because of you.

I can't say I didn't

feel bitter.

Sometimes, I thought it had

all been an elaborate plan

to get rid of me.

Well, you weren't far wrong

there, were you?

And Sarah?

I met her 11 years ago.

I'd been working on

a government project

and came back to this country

to make my report.

Met her at one of these dreadful

reception affairs.

She was beautiful,

and I was lonely.

There must have been

more to it than that.

Yes.

There was.

She was strong...

clever...

amusing.

Stood out a mile from

every other woman in the room.

Did you love her?

I still do.

Good.

I mean that, Philip.

From the moment I met Sarah,

I liked her enormously.

I couldn't have wished...

Thank you.

Very well, I'll meet you

in the White Horse

in half an hour's time.

It's not my company you want

at all, is it, Hugo?

I'll go and ask them if they'd

like to come for a drink.

See you later.

It just didn't happen,

that's all.

I was too busy looking after

Father and Evie,

running the house,

and I never did chance

to meet anyone,

let alone fall in love.

Do you know what hurts most?

I've felt enormous resentment

of my father since he died.

I've felt anger and bitterness.

But I've never really

hated him...

until tonight.

It's a terrible feeling, Philip.

I hate him

for making me hate him.

Does that make sense?

Yes.

Beatrice, I --

- Yes.

- Oh.

Um...

I just wondered if you and Evie

would like to come for a drink

with Hugo and me, that's all.

No, thank you.

No.

Well, I'm sorry to interrupt.

- Good night.

I'd better go --

your reputation.

Yes.

Philip, did you tell Sarah

you were coming here?

Yes, I told her I was

going to settle accounts

on the way to the club.

Well, you've certainly

done that.

I meant financially.

You'd better write me

a check then.

Oh.

That's the amount owed so far.

May I see you again?

What?

Meeting you

after all this time,

there's so much to say.

Philip, I don't know --

Please!

Yes.

Yes, all right.

Leave a message at my club.

Thank you.

[Upbeat piano playing]

Why shouldn't Bea

have a gentleman visitor?

I didn't say she shouldn't.

I'm just saying I didn't

expect her to, that's all.

Stop moping about it,

for goodness sake.

You don't have any kind of

understanding

with her, do you?

Don't be ridiculous.

I'm not! Look at Evie and me.

She's obviously out

with somebody else tonight.

You hear me

droning on about it?

Only because I haven't

given you the chance.

HUGO: Nonsense.

I realize she's

a free agent, that's all.

She's not committed to me

in any way, nor I to her,

and that's precisely the way

it ought to be.

Who are you trying to convince,

me or you?

I'm only saying.

Thank you.

I worry about her, Jack.

She's young, naive,

impressionable.

I wouldn't like to see her

falling into bad company.

- Like your own?

- No!

Don't you worry.

For all your spouting,

you're just jealous.

Is that a crime?

No, it's not.

But it is very irritating,

especially as you seem to spend

most of your time

pretending to be some sort

of artistic evangelist.

The trouble is, old son,

Evie is young and naive.

She's quite likely

to believe you.

I care a great deal for Evie.

I'm glad to hear it,

because if you hurt her,

you'll have me to answer to.

I thought I better knock

this time.

I didn't want

to interrupt anything.

Well, no, you weren't.

I was only doing some paperwork.

Only I saw the lights on.

You know, single women

on their own in a house

where people come

and go as they please.

Including you, it seems.

Beatrice,

I was worried about you.

No, you weren't.

You came over here

to check up on me,

to see if my visitor

was still here.

Well, go on, have a good look,

see if he's in the work room

hiding under the bench.

Don't be absurd.

I'm entitled to have visitors,

you know, Jack.

I don't have to explain

myself to anyone,

least of all to you.

I'm not asking you to.

Then why are you here?

Because it's late.

I -- I don't like to

see you working so hard.

Rubbish!

Hello, what's everyone

doing down here?

And what time of night

do you call this?

About a quarter to 12:00,

actually.

I shouldn't bother.

I don't think

she's in the mood.

Evie, where have you been?

You know perfectly well

I've been out with Sebastian.

Till this hour?

You have no idea, do you,

gadding about till all hours

with young men.

Have you no thought at all

for your reputation?

I have every

thought for it, Bea,

which is precisely why I'm here

just before midnight

as opposed to just before

breakfast.

Now, I don't know what it is

that's upsetting you,

and you're obviously

not in the mood to tell me,

but whatever it is,

don't take it out on me.

Shall I bank

Captain White's check

while I'm in the High Street?

Well, he hasn't paid already,

has he?

Well, he said he was

going to settle up

when he came around

the other night.

- Bea.

- Yes?

Just wondering if I ought to

bank Captain White's check.

Yes, if you like --

it's in the drawer.

Thank you.

I shan't be long.

Evie, you'll never guess.

No, I probably won't.

I have just received

an invitation from Aunt Lydia.

Aunt Lydia?

She would like the pleasure

of my company

for drinks this evening.

Without me?

Now, Evie, don't be jealous.

Well, you're not going to go,

are you?

Why not?

She obviously wants some

sort of reconciliation.

Well, you've changed.

Well, you can't hold grudges

forever, you know?

You simply cannot imagine

how gratifying it is, Beatrice,

to see all one's expectations

so happily fulfilled.

Good.

A great many of my friends

do seem to be wearing

your creations there days.

Well, we do try to keep busy.

But you do have help,

I understand.

You've taken on more girls.

That's right.

We have an excellent

head seamstress.

Her name is Madge.

Actually, Beatrice,

that brings me rather neatly

to the reason for our little

ff

tete—à—tete.

Oh, yes?

I've been having

the most invigorating

clear-out of my wardrobe,

and I wondered

if there were any items

- you might interested in.

- What for?

Your work room girls, Beatrice.

They might be very grateful

for some good quality

winter things.

Well, that's very kind of you,

Aunt Lydia,

but they are very adept

at making their own things.

Well, they might even be

offended if I were to offer.

Oh, dear.

I should have thought of that.

On the other hand,

Penelope Maddox

could use them at her mission.

Mission?

Yes, she helps run a mission

for the homeless

in the East End.

Then that's what I shall do.

Hello.

I'm sorry I'm late.

That's all right.

We met some friends of Hugo's

after the concert,

and we decided to go for supper.

I should have telephoned.

Doesn't matter.

You're not cross?

No.

Why should I be?

How's Hugo?

Never mind Hugo.

I'd like to know what happened

at Aunt Lydia's.

It was actually quite sad.

I get the feeling that she's

been totally isolated

since Arthur's trial.

And I think she sees us

as some strange sort of way

back to life as it used to be.

Hmm.

Trouble is, I see her

as some strange way

back to life as it used to be,

and I don't like it

one little bit.

Come along, Evie,

have a little generosity.

What I'd like to talk about,

though, is Paris.

Paris?

We spoke about it once before,

about Sebastian

taking me

to Paris for the weekend.

You mean you were serious?

Yes, of course I was.

Well, don't be ridiculous, Evie,

it's out of the question.

Bea, you --

A young, unmarried

20-year-old girl

cannot possibly go to Paris

unchaperoned

with a young man --

it simply isn't done.

It wouldn't be proper!

Oh, I see.

But it's perfectly proper

for a middle-aged spinster

to entertain married men

alone at night at work, is it?

Evie, that is not fair.

I know it's not fair!

Father did it to you,

and now you're doing it to me.

You may have paid the price

for father's problems, Bea,

but don't you dare expect me

to pay the price for yours.

Go to your room!

Very well.

[Door slams]

[Sighs]

All these and the clothes

as well.

What a trooper you are,

Lady Eliott.

Well, I spoke to Lady Vibrook

on the telephone,

and she did say

that cooking utensils

were a priority.

I should jolly well say so.

Well, come on in.

Mind your feet.

PENELOPE: Lady Eliott!

Well, how good to see you here.

Pots!

PENELOPE: How splendid.

One does what one can.

If I can be

of any other assistance,

you know you

only have to ask.

You're IC work, today.

Well, are you free right now?

Uh, well, yes.

I suppose I am.

How splendid.

You see, we've been given

this marvelous kitchen range

which we can't possibly use

until it's been scrubbed

from top to bottom.

So...

You bring these

lovely pots along,

and I'll show you

where it is.

[Classical music playing]

So it was your fault that we're

dining without Beatrice, hmm?

I'm afraid so.

We haven't spoken

for a couple of days now.

I was just so angry

about that Paris business.

I just opened my mouth

and heard all these vile words

coming out.

It's probably a silly question,

but have you thought

of apologizing?

Of course I have.

Why are you looking

at me like that?

Well, when you apologize,

were you thinking,

"If I say sorry,

she'll let me go to Paris"?

Or were you thinking,

"I'll say sorry

because I'm behaving

like a spoiled child"?

You're spoiling my dinner.

You're right, of course.

I just wish I could stop wanting

to go to Paris.

You and Beatrice are too good

a partnership

to waste on something like this.

You sort things out

with her first,

and I'll think about

the other business.

It's what godfathers are for.

[Knock on door]

Come in.

Hello, can I come in?

How was dinner?

Fine.

Desmond was sorry

you weren't there.

Hmm.

I was sorry you weren't there.

Bea, I can't go on like this.

I know it's all been

entirely my fault.

If there was any way

I-I could turn the clock back,

I would.

Bea, please forgive me.

You--You're the last person

in the world

I'd want to hurt.

[Sniffles]

Evie, don't sniff,

use a handkerchief.

I haven't got one.

EVANGELINE: I'm sorry.

BEATRICE: It's all right.

It isn't.

I knew how you're feeling,

and I deliberately

used it against you.

But I used how I was feeling

against you, remember?

I was just upset that...

that Madge knew Philip

was here and I didn't.

And I was upset because

you're young and pretty.

That's even worse.

Evie, nothing happened between

Philip and I that night.

You don't have to tell me

if it did.

It's nobody's business

but yours.

But it is, Evie.

It's mine and Philip's --

and Sarah White's.

BEATRICE: If we can just reach

a decision about the color,

then we're almost finished.

There's no hurry, Beatrice.

I'm only meeting Pip for lunch.

No.

I thought Captain White

hated to be kept waiting.

He does, normally.

But he's been

much better lately,

hardly seems to notice.

Oh, yes?

Yes, it's strange.

He's deep in his own thoughts

most of the time.

There's obviously something

very difficult on his mind.

Perhaps he has a problem

with his work.

Perhaps.

I shouldn't have

thought so, though.

He usually discusses

those with me.

Yes, yes, that's the one.

Then again, maybe it's just

that he's missing Africa.

What do you think?

About what?

About Pip.

Well, yes, I think he's probably

just missing Africa.

[Chuckles]

Yes.

DESMOND: You may not ever need

the loan facility,

of course, but it's always

a good idea to have it in place

in case the need

should ever arise.

No, you're absolutely right,

Desmond.

Ah.

Tell me, how...

how are things

between you and your sister?

Fine.

It was all a horrid,

spiteful squabble

that should never have started

in the first place.

However, it's all over

and forgiven --

on both sides.

I should think so, too.

[Chuckles]

Uh, Beatrice, Evie has been

telling me about this Paris

adventure she was planning.

No, you hear me out.

I've had an idea.

Rose lives in Paris now,

you know?

- Your Rose?

- Mm-hmm.

Her husband has got a posting

at the French Foreign Office.

They have a place just off

the Faubourg Saint-Honoré.

Yes?

If Evie agreed to stay

with them,

would you consider agreeing

to let her go?

How would Rose feel about that?

Well, I'm sure she'd be

delighted with the company.

She'd make

an excellent chaperone.

Well, it's a thought.

It's a very good thought.

Do I have an option?

Beatrice...

there are always options.

[Chuckles]

[Beatrice chuckles]

EVANGELINE: Oh, isn't it

exciting?!

HUGO: You'll love it, Evie.

Paris at this time of year,

it's just magic!

I'll be staying just near

Faubourg Saint-Honoré.

You know where that is?

Is that Right Bank,

parallel with the river?

I haven't a clue.

All I know is that is where

everybody is.

Everybody who?

Worth, Poiret, Vionnet,

Callot Soeurs --

all the designers are there,

or heading there.

Evie, there is more to Paris

than just fashion, you know?

Yes, Hugo.

Mondrian's exhibiting there

at the moment.

Paul Klee has been

hung all over the place.

Go up to Sacré-Coeur,

Montmartre,

or see what's going on on

the pavement, for heaven's sake.

It's all so exciting.

Mmm!

Anyway, I thought

you liked abstract art.

I do.

But I doubt very much that

Sebastian's going to find it

terribly amusing.

You didn't tell me

he was going with you.

Oh, I did, didn't I?

I told you he was a pilot.

Well, yes, but...

He's just reserving me

a seat on his plane,

that's all.

I'll be staying

with my godfather's daughter.

It's all terribly proper, Hugo.

Sebastian and I will merely

be keeping company

for a few days, that's all.

You don't mind, do you?

No, of course not.

- Are you sure?

- Mmm.

It's terribly tedious,

going around the galleries

on one's own.

You're not even

a tiny bit jealous?

No.

When do you have to be there?

- The day after tomorrow.

- Right.

You tell me what time,

and I'll drive you

to the aerodrome.

- Really?

- Really.

Now, does that sound

like a jealous man?

SARAH: I can't tell you how

pleased I am, Beatrice.

You and Evangeline have done

a wonderful job.

Thank you.

There, that's it.

Would you take those

to the motor car

and wait for me?

There.

I think you'll find

that's correct.

Thank you.

Is it too early to make

an appointment

for the winter season yet?

Or would you feel happier

if I went to another

establishment altogether?

I would prefer to continue

as one of your clients.

But I do appreciate how

difficult it must be for you,

and I have no wish to cause you

any kind of embarrassment.

Sarah...

I don't know what to say.

Philip is a very special man,

Beatrice.

And I am fortunate enough

to enjoy a very close

and happy marriage with him.

Oh, I know it must look odd

from the outside,

but it bothers neither of us.

I've always known there was

someone important

in his life before me.

I just didn't know who it was.

[Sighs]

Oh, he hasn't betrayed you,

Beatrice.

He wouldn't.

No.

I guessed, that day

he came to collect me.

The look on your face.

I'm sorry.

There's no need to apologize

for something

that's not your fault.

I'm not going to ask if you're

still in love with him --

it serves no purpose, and...

besides, I could hardly

blame you if you were.

I am.

And seeing the woman you are,

I think I'd find it hard

to blame him

for still being a little

in love with you.

All I wish for, Beatrice, is...

is no bad feeling...

between any of us.

How do you feel?

Sarah...

I look forward to seeing you

in the autumn.

I'm so glad.

Good day.

EVANGELINE: Oh!

HUGO: Are you sure you can take

this much junk

on an aeroplane?

Well, nobody's told me I can't.

Now, have you got your passport

and your pocketbook?

Yes, yes.

Come on, Bea, hurry up!

All right, Evie!

Don't make so much noise!

I'm excited!

HUGO: I wouldn't have guessed.

Go on,

you'll be late.

Bless you, Bea.

Drive carefully, Hugo.

I will.

[Starts engine]

Hello.

I'd like to speak to

Captain Philip White, please.

Hugo, will this contraption

go any faster?

What, like this, you mean?

[Engine revs]

Yes, Hugo, something like that.

I don't know what to do --

first time in my life.

Even when I thought it was over

between you and I,

I may not have been happy,

but at least I knew

what had to be done.

Whatever I thought

you may have done to me...

Beatrice, I never stopped

loving you.

When I fell in love with Sarah,

it was different.

That's all.

She didn't replace you.

Did you ever really

stop loving me?

No.

No, not really.

Come on!

Come on, Evie,

be fair.

It was your idea

to try and break

the land speed record.

All I said was could we go

marginally faster

than the gallop of a snail.

I didn't for you to explode

the rotten thing.

It has not exploded.

All that's happened is the water

in the cooling system

has boiled dry.

Well, what's the point in

a cooling system that boils?

Evie, it's not that simple.

For pity's sake,

just pour the water on,

cool the beastly thing down,

and let's get going!

I can't pour cold water

into a boiling radiator.

It will crack the metal.

It's called differential

contraction.

It would be.

She knows about us, Philip.

What?

Sarah.

She knows about you and me.

Not then, now.

You told her?

I didn't need to.

She saw it for herself.

What did she say?

Was she angry?

Angry?

No, not in the least.

Do you really know her

so little, Philip?

I don't know anything anymore.

Only that I love her.

And I still love you.

What is the holdup here?

You're supposed to take off

in two minutes.

Yes, I know, I'm still waiting

for one of the passengers

to arrive.

For pity's sake!

Who is it?

Someone special?

Well, yes, rather.

Is it the king?

Uh, no.

Is it the prime minister?

- No, but --

- In that case,

you take off in two minutes.

[Sighs]

Good grief, Hugo,

we could have walked

and got there faster

than this.

Keep calm.

I said I'd get you to

the aerodrome, and I will.

Yes, but when?!

Is this Little Mitcham

or Long Mitcham?

Oh!

Okay, two minutes!

That's it, let's go!

- Please, Roy.

- I said go.

A minute longer,

I'm sure she'll be here.

Look, if you don't take

the plane up,

I'll get Ian Logan to take it,

and all your other flights.

We never did say it properly

last time, did we?

What?

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Philip.

Take care.

I'm sorry, Evie.

Here.

Thank you.

Are you all right now?

Yes, thanks.

Are you?

Yes, thanks.

TILLY: Your beadings look

wonderful in the light, Tilly.

MADGE: What's that?

It's Mrs. White in our dress --

the Georgette and crystal.

Oh, don't they make

a handsome couple?

[Knock on door]

Tilly, put

that silly thing down,

and answer the door.

Madge, Miss Brody will

be here any minute.

Please make sure the fitting

rooms are sensible.

Hello, Evie.

Hello.

Evie, can I have a word?

Of course.

BEATRICE: Tilly, come and help

Madge in the fitting room.

I'm sorry you were

so disappointed yesterday.

It's of no consequence.

There will be other times.

Sebastian will be making

the trip regularly.

Oh, well...

[Sighs]

I really am most

dreadfully sorry.

What's the matter?

"Pilot Sebastian Pearce

and two passengers

were killed yesterday

when their aeroplane"...

Evie, you could have

been on that plane!

Would have been, in fact,

if I...

If you what?

Well, if I hadn't...

you know, stopped you.

You stopped me?

Well, in your own best

interests, Evie.

I'm afraid I lied to you,

as well.

I nobbled the old motor myself

and rather lost our way

on purpose.

It's just as well I did,

all things considered.

Get out.

What?

Get out!

BEATRICE: I think you'd

better leave, Hugo.

[Sobbing]

Evie, I'm so sorry.

Are you?

You never really wanted me

to catch that plane.

- No, I --

- You put him up to it!

You told Hugo to make me miss

that plane, didn't you?

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