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Then I sung "The Skylight", they still wouldn't let me go,

and the landlord, he's calling time,

"Gentlemen, please", and everyone, they're yelling,

they're clapping, and then I sang "Father, Come Home".

I don't mind waiting here a little while,

Agnes, but I ain't standing here all day.

Sorry.

Just a little bit of concentration wouldn't go a miss.

Here, look at this.

"House of Eliott requires manageress

"for Bayswater workroom, producing best quality

"ready to wear garments.

"Must be experienced in supervision of staff."

Oh, well it makes sense,

it's been chaos trying to run both places from here.

You think they'd get one of us to do it.

Well you're the one with experience.

Give us Lady Crowborough's gown, I'm gonna be late.

I am a little worried about the drop back.

My ankles seem so bare.

Oh nonsense, it suits you perfectly, Lady Crowborough.

I should have learned

to trust your judgement by now, shouldn't I?

Now, I should like to make an appointment

for you to see my mother.

I want her at my party, and she really has nothing suitable.

Certainly.

Tilly, would you fetch the appointments diary,

and we'll sort that out now.

Miss Eliott, I was rather hoping

that you would visit her at my house.

Well we don't normally.

My mother is approaching 80,

and confined to a wheelchair most of the time.

I would consider it a favour.

Well, in that case, I'm sure we can

arrange something for next week.

This Friday would suit.

Well whatever appointments I had on Friday,

I now have to cancel them.

I've been summoned to the Crowborough house.

Really?

To visit Phylis' ageing mother.

I don't really mind visiting,

as long as it doesn't become a habit.

You sounded just like father.

Oh Evie, I didn't.

Mind you, if Daniel continues to disgrace himself

in front of important clients,

we may found ourselves having to visit.

That is not fair.

You said yourself you had misjudged Daniel.

He just takes a little time to get to know, that's all.

Well, you'll have plenty of time.

And what do you mean by that?

We've decided to get married.

Still comes as quite a shock when it happens though.

He had a minor heart attack a year ago,

but he'd been taking life easier since then.

We all thought...

Lovat was a good man, he was a good politician.

Which brings me to the inevitable question

of the bi-election.

Archie was standing for Newford.

Yes, of course.

It's in a couple of months time, isn't it?

The 14th of February.

The point is, the ILP needs a new candidate.

Lovat was very impressed with you, Jack.

You're suggesting I take his place?

It's not quite as easy as that,

but I am suggesting that you put

yourself forward to the general committee

for selection as a candidate.

Various other groups within the party

will want to field their own candidates,

of course, the TUC, the Woman's Movement.

You would have to convince the general committee

that you had the best chance of gaining the seat.

Tom, I'm tempted, but I hadn't expected

to make a decision about this so soon.

I'd like time to think about it

before I give you an answer.

Of course, but don't think for too long.

He really did.

No, please, thank you.

A toast, two toasts, in fact.

The first to Beatrice and Jack for such a lovely evening.

To Beatrice and Jack.

Thank you.

Oh it was fun.

And secondly, to Daniel and Evie.

To Daniel and Evie.

Daniel and Evie.

Yes, congratulations.

Daniel, thank you for asking me

to be the best man.

I've always known I was better than you,

but it's quite nice to have it admitted in public.

-

No really, congratulations, the pair of you.

-Thank you. -Thank you.

Why don't we all retire to the drawing room,

and Dorothy can bring us some coffee.

Good idea.

Evie, look, I know I've made a bit

of an ass of myself in the past,

but I really do hope you and Daniel

will be happy together.

Thank you Miles.

A professional politician, is that your ambition?

I think that this is the logical conclusion

of everything I've been trying to say.

That you're nothing but a middle class dilettante.

Straight to the point, as usual.

If I don't say it, someone else will.

True.

Who else is standing Jack, do you know?

The TUC are putting Godfrey Simpson forward.

He's a union leader strike veteran.

Very experienced campaigner.

Yes, but not really suitable

for the Newford constituency, darling,

you said so yourself.

And the other candidate is Lilian Brownlow.

Suffragette, teacher, writer?

Lilian Brownlow.

Wasn't she one of the woman who introduced

Pen to the Women's Movement?

Yes, she's very impressive.

The point being that even if I do decide to stand,

it'll be a miracle if I get selected.

But supposing you do, what happens then?

Then I stand in the bi-election

against Sir John Crowborough.

You don't fight easy battles,

I'll say that for you.

Does he know that you're standing for selection?

I don't think so, why?

Well, his wife is a very good client of ours.

I know her, obviously, but I've never met him.

What's he like?

John Crowborough, big industrialist, philanthropist.

Owns Crowborough Copper.

You're very well informed.

Not really, I know him through my father.

They were colleagues at one time.

My father helped fund his minors welfare hospital

in Northern Rhodesia.

So the man's a thoroughly good egg.

As far as we know.

When does your party choose its candidate, Jack?

Soon.

How soon?

Three weeks, but I have to let

Tom Patterson know my decision tomorrow.

Good afternoon.

Thank you so much for coming.

What a magnificent house.

Thank you.

It was renovated by my great-great grandfather

in the days of George II.

Wonderful in summer, of course,

but quite impossible this time of the year,

which is why one tries to spend

as much as ones time in Biarritz as possible.

My mother has her own apartment on the first floor.

If you'll come this way.

I hope you'll make allowances

for my mother, Miss Eliott.

Old people do tend to develop,

shall we say, a rather difficult manner.

I'm sure we'll get along splendidly.

Mother.

May I present Miss Beatrice Eliott,

who's come to help you choose a gown for the reception.

My other, Lady Maude Westlake.

Lady Westlake, how do you do?

Delighted to meet you.

Who's that?

This is my fitter, Mrs. Tilly Foss.

Mother, we agreed.

Miss Eliott has some beautiful designs to show you.

I'm not interested.

Miss Eliott and her fitter have come

all the way from town to see you.

Let me show you this, Lady Westlake.

It arrived from China only last week,

isn't it beautiful?

Hm.

I can't apply for the job.

Why not?

Because, if they wanted me as manageress,

they'd have asked me in the first place, that's why,

not go and advertise it all over the paper.

You don't know that.

The only way to find out is to write in and see.

What if I did apply and they turned me down?

Wouldn't be able to hold my head up in here again.

Would the asymmetric collar work on the black coat?

Well, try it and see.

Thank you.

How's the singing going, Agnes?

Loving every minute, Mr. Bannister.

Packing them in down the Pig and Whistle, I am.

Good.

I'm down there tonight, if you fancy

coming along and having a listen.

I can't, I'm afraid, I've got other plans.

Maybe Miss Evie would like to hear you sing.

Yes, I might.

Stepney, isn't it?

Yeah.

Well, I mean why shouldn't she come?

I mean I'm an artist, just like her, ain't I?

In my own way.

Would you like a little more fullness

in the skirt, Lady Westlake?

Because I'm a cripple.

No, because I think it would look rather elegant

with the draped neck that you've chosen.

Do as you please.

I shan't be showing my face at her ridiculous party anyway.

Oh really?

I thought it all sounded rather grand.

A tea party for tradesmen.

Yes, I suppose you would.

If I could just take a few measurements, Lady Westlake.

No.

You've been very patient with us,

and I know that you're tired, but we really--

Oh get on with it.

Get on with it.

How are you getting on?

Lady Westlake has chosen this design in black.

Oh yes, just the thing.

Terribly elegant.

Miss Eliott, come and have tea in the drawing room.

My husband's just arrived back,

he'd like to meet you.

Thank you.

Please excuse me, Lady Westlake.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

Sit you down.

I'm not completely helpless, you know.

Her ladyship has her tea now.

Yours is ready in the kitchen.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

My mother finds the 20th century

very hard to cope with.

Her heyday was in Delhi, in the 1880s.

She adored her life there.

Hundreds of servants.

Balls, receptions every night.

She was heartbroken to leave.

Why did she leave?

Me.

When I was 10, I nearly died of cholera.

Father doted on me and declared that

India was no place to bring up a child,

insisted that mother and I return to England.

He stayed on in India.

We never saw him again.

He died within the year.

Mother has never really forgiven me.

She hates this house, the cold, the rain.

How very sad.

And of course she loathes my.

Ah, John, come and meet his Eliott.

Sir John, I'm delighted to meet you.

I've heard a lot about you, Miss Eliott.

Every time I write a cheque,

it seems to have your name on it.

John, Miss Eliott has persuaded mother

to choose a gown for the ball.

Where's your magic wand, in the umbrella stand?

No, I'm very grateful, a lot of important people

coming to this function.

They'd be very disappointed

if they didn't meet the old trout.

Hello Barney.

Hello Agnes.

Here, you like that new book of songs I gave you?

Oh yeah, yeah I liked old coward,

but I didn't understand the one about

the poor little rich girl.

Well we'll go through it later,

after closing, see if I can help.

Barney, do you think I'm any good, I mean really?

Yes I do, sweetheart.

I think you can go a long way,

if you put your mind to it.

No, I wouldn't know where to start.

Of course in the old days, I used to know people.

Someone said you used to play for Ellie McCabe.

Yeah, well of course I haven't see her

for a long time now.

But you could introduce me,

I mean she might be able to put in a good word for me.

Go on Barney, please.

Yeah, well maybe one day, hey?

Come on, he's paying us from seven o'clock.

Oh I met John Crowborough this afternoon.

What was he like?

Well I can't say I took to the man.

Really, why not?

Phylis obviously adores him,

I'm just not sure about him.

I fear he only married her for the family name.

It's clearly his money that keeps them in that house,

none of which you may use in your election campaign.

Assuming I get selected.

We must go.

Now, do I look like a suitably worthy candidate

for selection by the Independent Labour Party?

I think you do.

What about me?

Do I look like a candidate's wife?

which is the important thing.

Yeah, I'll just get you settled,

and then we'll go.

Are you speaking tonight?

No darling, tonight's just a social,

a chance to size up the opposition.

That's very kind of you.

Thank you very much.

Jack.

I'd like you to meet Edward Palfrey,

chairman of the selection committee.

Edward.

How do you do?

How do you do?

-How do you do? -How do you do?

I'll introduce you to Mrs. Brownlow.

Mr. Maddox, I've read your articles

in support of the living wage.

And?

Very interesting, and very brave,

considering all that fuss about

your wife's business.

On the contrary, once we found out about things,

I felt it was even more important

to support the campaign.

There's some who might say you should

have found out about things a little earlier.

Are you easily deceived?

I would say not.

* If I should plant a tiny seed of love *

* In the garden of your heart

* Would it grow to be a great big love some day *

* Or would it die and fade away *

* Would you care for it

If she stopped twittering around so much,

she'd actually be very good.

Stop changing the subject.

Evie, there's only so much to be said about weddings.

I draw the line at Westminster Abbey,

but I'll go along with anything else, all right?

All right.

Just give me a list of friends you'd like to invite,

and set a date when I can meet your parents.

* Busy little honey bees were buzzing to and fro *

Daniel?

She should stick to the sad songs,

she's better at those.

What's wrong?

Nothing.

Something's upset you.

Tell me what it is.

Evie, make it a day you'll enjoy,

but if you want me to as well,

then forget about my parents.

You know we haven't spoken for years,

and we're all perfectly happy for it to carry on like that.

I don't want to invite them,

they wouldn't come even if I did.

Wouldn't it make it worse?

Getting married without even telling them.

Does it matter that much?

It does to me, yes.

Well I'm sorry.

* Would she care for it

Would they disapprove of me?

Don't be silly.

Daniel, I never had a proper family.

Even if we never see them again,

let me meet them.

Will you give me a moments peace if you don't?

No.

All right, but don't blame me

when it turns into a disaster.

How are your feet?

I have walked before, you know.

We'll be able to get a trap

to take us back to the station.

Is that why you haven't told me about your family before?

You're really an errant son of a landed gentry.

No.

Come on, let's get going.

Hello Dan.

I was watching for you.

Evie, this is my mother.

Ma, this is Evie Eliott.

Delighted to meet you, Mrs. Page.

Hello.

Hello dad, how are you?

Dad, this is my fiance, Evie Eliott.

Mr. Page.

How do you do?

Sit there.

Thank you.

Keeping well, are you?

Yes, I'm fine.

We have a terrible flu here all winter.

The whole village has had it some time or other.

Still doing painting, are you?

Yes, things are starting to really--

Taking on something there.

You'll be keeping him, if you're not careful.

Well, actually Daniel's paintings are very good, he's--

Would you mind doing the table for me?

No.

No, I don't.

Is he here?

Dan!

Hello sprout, how are you?

Don't call me that.

Mary, this is Evie.

Hello.

Dan's told me all about you.

Really?

Sent a drawing of you in his last letter.

Do you wanna see it?

Mary, help your ma with the table.

Don't just stand there letting visitors do it.

Yes dad.

Mary's got herself a good job

in the big house now, haven't you?

Yeah.

What do you do?

A bit of cooking, a bit of cleaning,

babysitting on nanny's day off.

I thought you wanted to take that place

at Cheltenham School of Art.

She's earning two bob a week more

than any other girl in the village.

We can't afford more than one in the family

messing about like you.

I don't think I've done too badly.

Well maybe you have different standards.

And what's that supposed to mean?

You come into the kitchen with me, never mind them.

It's all my fault.

I should never have mentioned his painting.

I knew it would end with fighting.

I'm so sorry, I'm sure Daniel didn't want an argument.

No one ever wants one, they just happen.

Was Mary very keen to go to Cheltenham?

You know what young girls are like,

but Bill's put his foot down, so.

You chose the way you wanted to live

the day you walked out of here.

You don't come back and start interfering

in the way we live.

I'm not interfering, I just think Mary

ought to be allowed to choose.

I know what's best for my family.

Mary will do as she's told.

She's not going to Cheltenham, London,

or anywhere else.

Living with strangers, and getting into fast ways.

Dad!

No!

Mr. Page, Daniel and I would be only too happy

for Mary to come and stay with us.

I know it's none of my business but--

No madame, it's not, and I'll tell you for why.

Two people, living under the same roof,

without blessing, that's what I'm talking about.

This is a decent, hard working family.

You've been reading my letters?

It was for your own good, Mary.

I'm sorry.

I think you're being very unfair, Mr. Page.

Well if that is your opinion, Miss Eliott,

the sooner we part company, the better.

I'm sorry.

* After the dancers leaving

* After the stars have gone

* Many a heart is aching

* If you could read them all

* Many the hopes that have vanished *

* After the ball

Hello Ellie.

Still knocking them cold then, hey?

Barney!

Where you been all this time?

Oh here and there.

Miss McCabe, I'd like you to meet Miss Agnes Clarke.

Hello.

I'm ever so pleased to meet you.

Come round my dressing room, we'll have a drink.

Yeah, all right.

Agnes sings down a pub in Stepney,

ever so good she is.

Long as you're not expecting me

to find a job for her.

Would I do that?

It's hard these days, love.

Wireless sets, picture shows.

I couldn't help if you was Lily Latry herself.

Got me work cut out keeping my own job going.

Now I want to hear all.

Joseph, have you selected the shortlist

of candidates for the manageress at Bayswater?

I have, and I think

you should see this one first.

Oh my goodness, how embarrassing.

It just never occurred to me,

Madge has always seemed so dismissive.

Well she'd make an ideal manageress.

Well of course she would.

Whatever must she be thinking.

Shall I have a word with her?

No, hold the interviews as arranged,

and if Madge is the most suitable applicant,

as I am sure she will be,

then she'll feel she's won the position fair and square.

Why do Daniel and his father hate each other so much?

I didn't find out.

It was a dreadful visit, Miles.

His father reminded me of mine.

I just wish we hadn't gone at all.

But his mother was nice to you?

As much as she dared.

I never knew my mother, but I couldn't help wondering,

watching Mrs. Page, whether my mother

was as coward as she was.

Still, I've sent them an invitation

whether they like it or not.

What did Daniel say about that?

He doesn't know.

It feels terrible.

Nearly there.

It will feel easier when it's finished

and lined, Lady Westlake.

How many hooks and eyes do you intend putting into it?

20.

I see.

So I shall have to plead with my daughter

or that servant to strap me in a night of it,

and then, having had to beg for the smallest consideration,

I shall be carried downstairs,

forced to talk to all those ghastly people,

handed from one to the other.

Oh no, Miss Eliott, it will not feel easier.

I've done all that needs doing, Miss B.

Good, thank you Tilly.

Lady Crowborough would like to see you for a moment, miss.

Can't you ever knock?

I shan't be a moment.

May I not even have any privacy in my own house?

Come on, let's get you out of this.

Don't you call me stupid.

You were being clumsy, and inept.

I was doing my job, and doing my best to help,

and I don't deserve to be spoken to like that.

I can manage perfectly well on my own, thank you.

Very well, I'll pack my things away then.

Mrs. Foss.

I should be grateful for your assistance.

Thank you for your time, Miss Johnson.

We'll be in touch as soon as we've taken a decision.

Mrs. Althorpe, would you come through now please?

Do sit down.

Thank you.

Now then, Mrs. Althorpe, tell me why

you'd like the position of manageress of Bayswater.

Well.

I don't really speak Hindi,

it's my dad was out there in the army,

and he used to teach me the odd word when I was little.

I can count to five, and I know a few swearwords and all.

My mother would have had a servant thrashed

for answering back the way you did to me.

Yeah, well I best be grateful

I'm not doing a fitting for her then, hey?

One can't explain.

It was a different world.

Sometimes my bones ache for the warmth.

Come in.

All finished?

Just about.

We shall say goodbye, Lady Westlake.

The car is waiting outside.

Do you want me to take you

back to the window so you can read?

If you please.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

What did you say to her?

I told her to stop being so horrible

or I'd stick pins in her.

Perhaps I should try that for Lady Dartford.

Thank you so much.

I believe the next fitting's Tuesday week.

That's right, yes.

Splendid.

Take me back to the window this minute!

You asked me to put you by that table,

and now I'm trying to tidy up!

Put that down or you'll break it.

Stay where you are or I will.

I do hope that the weather keeps fine

for your trip back to town.

Thank you, goodbye.

Goodbye.

What the devil's going on?

I have never been so embarrassed.

I'm sorry, but I can't take anymore from your mother.

What?

I'll pack my things and be out of the cottage tonight.

This time, she's gone too far.

I'll deal with it.

Poor Phylis.

Yeah.

I've never felt such a fool in all my life,

telling him about my experience,

I mean, he knows it as well as I do.

Yeah, but how'd you get on?

I have no idea.

-Hello. -Oh hello.

Hello Norman.

Evening.

Well, we best get off, as we'll miss the bus.

Na-night.

-Night. -Na-night.

Goodnight.

Wasn't expecting this.

Well I finished the veg, and scrubbed down and that.

I got so fed up, I decided to knock off

half an hour early.

Won't you get in trouble for that?

I don't care if I do.

Oh come on, what's wrong?

Jimmy got that job at Claridge's.

Does that mean you're gonna be made up to sous chef?

No, it means Carter gets made up,

and I stay where I am.

Come on.

I can't wait to see Miss Evie in this.

Yeah, I know.

Here, I got my invitation this morning.

Couldn't believe it, there it was,

beautiful gold edging, and curly black writing.

Have you had yours yet?

Oh yeah, a joint invitation for us both.

I expect mine will be there when I get home tonight.

Yeah, yeah ain't half looking forward to it, you know.

They say it takes one wedding to bring on another.

Do you think you two will ever end up--

Agnes.

No, I suppose not.

Even if Jerry eventually agrees to divorce me,

Dora won't set you free, will she?

Madge let me take it out of that

long black skirt she bought back from America.

It'll take me two seconds to tack it in.

Zip fasteners are hardly haute couture, Tilly.

Well, you can be as haute couture as you like,

but if the poor old girl can't do herself up in it,

it ain't much good to her, is it?

Well, be prepared to replace it

with hooks if she creates a fuss.

She'll be all right.

You know, I am very impressed

by the way you're dealing with Lady Westlake.

I find her a very difficult woman.

She's just used to a different way

of doing things, that's all,

and I dare say she's got a lot to put up with.

Not as much as Phylis, I imagine.

When my daughter introduced you to me,

Miss Eliott, I understood it was as a couturier,

not an iron monger.

We can always replace it with the hooks, if you'd prefer.

Leave it as it is.

In that case, I'll stitch it on properly,

so you can try it on.

I don't think we should bother about that.

I'm sure it will be perfect.

So sorry to have left you.

So much to do before a big party.

A party which I will not be attending.

Mother, you don't have to stay for long,

but John would appreciate it if you could possibly--

I don't give a damn what John thinks.

I will not stand by and watch you

humiliating yourself in front of him

on every possible occasion--

Perhaps we could discuss this later, mother.

Why?

So you can--

Shut up, please, just this once,

please just shut up.

Excuse me.

Why do parents feel compelled to hurt their children?

I don't know.

Am I unreasonable?

It's not a great deal to ask

that she at least tolerates the man that I love.

He's my husband, whatever--

I know.

I don't mean to be unkind to her.

Of course you don't.

If only she'd love me a little bit more.

You are fortunate not to have had any children, Mrs. Foss.

They bring only a sadness

that you are blessed to have avoided.

I think we should see it on you, just this once.

I dare say this weather's not very good

for your arthritis, is it?

I know that with.

Oh Lady Westlake.

What have you done?

I fell.

Did you?

It looks more to me like someone's grabbed you

and given you a good shaking.

Does your daughter know about this?

Oh yes.

She knows.

Madge, would you come up to my office

when you have a minute?

I've got a minute now, Mr. Wint.

Thank you.

What a day.

Don't bother coming up, you go straight on home.

Thanks Miss B, goodnight.

Goodnight.

I got the job.

Oh well done!

Shh!

I start the first of next month.

Congratulations.

Thanks.

I'm afraid I can't tell you the order

in which you and the other candidates

will be asked to speak tonight.

The selection committee will let us know when we arrive.

I prefer to go last, so I can listen

to what Brownlow and Simpson have to say,

and alter my speech accordingly.

You won't get the chance.

You'll have to sit outside when they speak,

besides, don't try to think on your feet,

you'll only have 10 minutes.

10 minutes is all I need, I know what I want to say.

I dismiss terms such as feminism, Mr. Palfrey,

but the effects of it, the maternity welfare clinics,

the schools, the day nurseries,

the campaign for adequate pensions for war widows,

these are most relevant.

Newford had a great many enfranchised female

breadwinners who will not return to their pre-war status,

and most importantly, through their children,

they are the architects of the future.

Let me speak for them,

and you have the future in your hands.

Thank you Miss Brownlow.

If you'll be good enough to ask Mr. Maddox to come in.

Yes, of course.

To paraphrase Wellington,

I don't know how she can affect the Tories,

but my God, she terrifies me.

Ah, Mr. Maddox.

Mr. John Maddox.

Well Mr. Maddox, we have heard Miss Brownlow

and Mr. Simpson tell us their reasons

for wanting to represent the Independent Labour Party

in the forthcoming bi-election.

You have 10 minutes to tell us yours.

I am not sure that I can,

I don't know that I do want to.

But I can tell you why I need to, and more importantly,

why the Newford constituents need me.

There's one for you.

Thanks.

Oh it's from George Halt, my old tutor at Chelsea.

Wants me to have dinner with him, I wonder why.

Evie, everything all right?

Daniel, don't be angry.

I had to do something, I couldn't just

let things rest as they were.

What on Earth are you talking about?

I wrote and invited your parents to the wedding.

With the greatest respect to Mr. Simpson

and Miss Brownlow, I would point out

that each of their campaigns, however admirable,

will only appeal to a limited section of the constituency.

In contrast, the central principle of the living wage

is that it benefits society as a whole.

Now, encouraging manufacturers to invest

in their own workforce, rather than abroad,

may lead to lower profits, at first,

but in the long run, the increased spending power

of their workers means that these manufacturers

will have created a new market for their goods.

This is not a constituency issue,

I make no apologies for that, it is a national one.

It effects, benefits the whole nation,

and that, ladies and gentlemen,

is what the Independent Labour Party is here for.

How dare you go behind my back?

You're just like your father, selfish, domineering.

Selfish, why is that selfish?

I'm tryna keep you out of all this.

Well you know exactly how much

I need to be a part of it.

Evie, you're marrying me, not my family.

Well I'm not sure I want to marry anyone

who's only prepared to share part of their life with me.

Evie.

Evie, I need you.

Don't do this to me.

Then trust me, like you expect me to trust you.

Daniel, let me in.

It's what I should have said 10 years ago,

only I didn't have the words.

Everything I ever knew about art,

everything I ever wanted to do with it came from dad.

He was much better than me.

He could carve a wooden fish

you'd be scared to touch, in case it wriggled away.

It was fine when I was little.

He was proud of me.

First trouble came when I was sacked off the big farm.

I was up late painting, overslept,

missed milking again, that was it.

Dad told me it was time I settled down,

forgot all this nonsense, like he'd done.

I told him he was a frightened old man

who'd wasted his talent for a penneth of security.

From then on, things just got worse.

Then one day, the vicar asked me

if I'd made up my mind about

the arts school place he'd got for me.

I said I didn't know what he was talking about.

He said he'd given all the papers to dad,

so I went home, asked him what was going on,

what papers, I said "What's the vicar on about?"

He went to the dresser, took the papers out of a draw,

he tore them up in front of me.

"Not for the likes of us", he said.

I went upstairs, packed a bag and walked out.

Saturday was the first time I've seen him since.

That's it, really.

Both of us feel betrayed, now it's too late.

We'll see.

In the voting for a candidate

to represent the Independent Labour Party

in the Newford constituency, the results are as follows.

Mr. Godfrey Simpson, 14 votes.

Mr. John Maddox, 18 votes.

And Miss Lilian Brownlow, 19 votes.

There being three candidates,

Mr. Simpson will withdraw his candidature,

and the committee will recast their votes

between Miss Brownlow and Mr. Maddox.

May I have your attention please?

The results of the second ballot as follows.

Miss Lilian Brownlow, 24 votes.

Mr. John Maddox, 27 votes.

I therefore declare Mr. John Maddox

to be our prospective parliamentary candidate

for the Newford constituency.

Thank you.

You look wonderful.

Well, everything's under control.

Nanny's holding the fort, so I think we'd better leave,

otherwise Evie will be wondering where we've got to.

Still worrying over little sister, hey?

Please let me.

It's her wedding day.

After all, I won't get the chance again, will I?

All set?

Be happy.

Dearly beloved, we are gathered together

in the sight of God, and in the face of this congregation,

to join together this man,

and this woman, in holy matrimony.

Champagne?

Jack, Bea, let me introduce you.

This is my mother, Peggy Page, my sister, Mary.

Evie's sister Beatrice, and her husband, Jack Maddox.

Yes, I'm delighted to meet you.

-How do you do? -Hello, hello.

Let me introduce you to some people.

You did that picture about strikers, didn't you?

Yes, yes I did.

I saw that at Cheltenham.

Emma Cassin, she's my favourite.

Congratulations Miss, Mrs. Page.

-Mr. Page. -Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Oh Miss Evie, you do look a picture.

I was saying to Norman, isn't it funny

how we both made each other's wedding dresses.

We've come a long way together, Tilly.

Yeah, we have.

It's been such a nice day.

I hope you won't be too offended,

because me and Norman have got to leave now.

Oh no, no, no, of course not.

Well thank you for coming.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Thanks a lot, bye bye.

-Bye bye. -Bye bye.

Hey, what's this Lady Westlake want, anyway?

Oh, she just wants a chat.

I think I'm the only one who ever listens to her.

I'm all right, honest.

It's just sometimes I envy people,

being able to show off how happy they are, that's all.

I know.

Oh dear, I almost forgot, I've got you a little present.

Oh Charles!

Now, you're to wear this, and you can show it off

to whoever you want to.

You and me will know what it means.

You all right?

That honeysuckle, needs cutting back,

it'll be all over the place come spring.

I know.

I can drive, I don't have

a motor of my own though.

And in your employment as a chef,

what kind of food do you cook?

All sorts, depends what's on the menu.

But can you cook good, plain, English dishes?

Yeah, of course.

How was your party?

Did you manage all right?

Mrs. Foss, I did not invite you here

to discuss my daughter's social arrangements.

I wish to find out if your husband was suitable.

Suitable?

I am offering you both a position in my household.

You shall be my companion,

and do a little light housekeeping.

You shall be chef, chauffeur, and general handyman.

I am offering £200 jointly per anum,

and there is a furnished cottage

behind the stables, which you may used.

There are two bedrooms in the cottage,

so any children may be accommodated,

but I shall not expect your domestic affairs

to interfere with mine.

Well, will you come and work for me?

Morning.

Good morning.

Who is your letter from?

George Halt.

You know those study bursaries I told you about?

Mm-hmm.

I've been awarded one of them.

Daniel, that's marvellous.

Evie, it's for a year,

starting at the end of next month.

So?

A year in Paris.

Oh, what a shame.

What a shame you have to turn down

such a wonderful offer.

Daniel, you are going to turn it down, aren't you?