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I've been through everything else.

That looks really nice.

Would Aunt Lydia approve?

Does that matter?

Well, she did get me the job.

Well, she'd want you to have some breakfast.

I couldn't.

My very first job.

A warm drink.

I feel as though my chest is full of fluttering birds.

Well, don't they deserve some toast?

Wish me luck!

I'm Evangeline Eliott.

Yes?

Mrs. Partini's expecting me.

Oh!

Good morning, Ma'am.

Good morning, I didn't make an appointment.

I'll see if Miss Eliott's in.

Miss Evangeline?

She's gone to work.

Miss Beatrice is still here, if you'd like to come this way?

Thank you.

Very nice.

First, you use your eyes, your ears and your legs.

This is the way to learn.

Yes, Mrs. Partini.

Your mouth, not at all.

You watch, you listen.

You run around while you're

going to make yourself useful to my seamstresses.

Maybe we use your hands, we see.

Lady Lydia, she says you sew very nicely.

You taught yourself?

We, my sister and I, we had a governess.

An amateur.

We will see what we can make of you, Miss Eliott.

You expect to be paid?

Well, naturally--

Yes or no, Miss Eliott?

Why the English cannot talk about money open?

Yes, please.

You know, of course there are hundreds,

no thousands, of young girls like you looking for work.

I would not expect a lot, just--

Expect nothing, Miss Eliott.

Then you will be pleasantly surprised, follow me.

Mrs. Pearce?

I'm Beatrice Eliott.

I'm sorry it is so bleak in here.

We don't use this room very often.

Interesting.

I believe father picked it up on one of his trips.

Did Molly show you the breakfast room?

Breakfast room?

It could easily be converted into a rather cosy study.

Would you like to see it?

I'm all right here.

Forgive me, haven't you come about the house?

In a manner of speaking.

Well then, if you'd like to follow me,

I'm afraid I soon have to leave for work.

You misunderstand Miss Eliott.

I don't want to buy the house.

Didn't your sister tell you about me?

This is Miss Eliott.

Now then, you can start on this.

The floor.

No, no, no, no, no.

Small.

Otherwise all the dust goes on the dresses.

You?

You and my father?

I was very fond of him as a matter of fact.

A kind man, generous.

To his mistress, perhaps.

When did you last see my father, Mrs. Pearce?

Six months ago.

Or was it seven?

Of course, I never put myself forward.

Nevertheless, he led me to believe I would be remembered.

Why have you come here, Mrs. Pearce?

Surely he made some provision!

There is no mention of you in his will, I promise you.

Miss Eliott, I don't live like this.

Neither shall we for much longer.

Then why did your sister to come to see me?

My sister came to see you?

Yes.

You must agree that I'm owed at the very least--

I think I would very much like you to leave.

And what about our son?

He's owed his share.

Your son?

Your half-brother, 24-years-old.

He's entitled to something, isn't he?

That's the law.

Mr. Maddox's studio.

Oh, good morning, Mr. Garstone.

Alright, good morning, Piggy.

Is it?

Well, you always cheer me up.

Now, what can I do for you?

Yes, oh yes of course that can be arranged.

Yes, well I know Mr. Maddox will be only too happy.

Me?

Oh no, I'm afraid this evening's impossible.

No, no, it's just some family business I have to attend to.

But please ask me again, I shall look forward to it.

Goodbye!

Beatrice, look at this.

Good morning!

Well, not amused?

I don't understand it.

It's Dada, surrealism.

They're mad for it in Paris.

No doubt I'm rather stupid.

You're not that, whatever else you may be.

Well I'm sure you would oblige me

with a catalogue of my thoughts.

Nope, too early in the morning.

What's this?

I noticed you were running short of chemicals.

I've replenished the supply.

The receipt is in the bag.

I shall tell you're most serious failure.

You are fast becoming indispensable.

Eyes right, General.

Is coffee all I get for standing here

like an organ grinder's monkey?

There's whiskey if you'd prefer it, General?

No, better not.

Little woman will smell it on my breath

and remind me of the quack's orders.

And what were they, General?

If I remembered them, I wouldn't be able to ignore them,

Oh, haven't you taken enough?

I don't mind telling you all this standing around

is playing merry hell with my lumbago.

Well would you like to sit down for a moment?

No, I'd soon as suffer and grumble.

It's all that keeps me going, these days.

Pathetic, isn't it?

It's just a couple more shots, General.

After you finish your coffee.

You remember that jacket thing you made for my wife?

Do you think you can make something like it in silk?

I managed to get a bolt out of China

just before the revolution.

Rather you got at it than the moths.

Well, if your wife would like another jacket.

Oh, she'll be glad.

Until you came along, she'd had nothing new

Come on, hurry up, Maddox!

Hopefully that'll be ready in a couple of weeks.

Goodbye, General.

No one else, is there?

You have Ms. Coles at 4:00.

Oh God.

And there was I, thinking of doing something healthy

like walking down to the Lamb and Flag.

I don't suppose you'd like to come?

If you remember--

Oh yes, you're lunching with Arthur.

I hope having gone to the trouble of asking my permission,

he's taking you somewhere decent.

Oh, it will be somewhere respectable.

You may be sure of that.

Oh Beatrice, wouldn't you rather be bohemian with me?

I shall be back soon after 2:00.

I think the least you could have done is to tell me, Arthur.

I don't seem able to please you, do I?

I know, you haven't had it easy.

Your mother dying through Evangeline.

And a father so dependent you have no time to get to know--

That is neither here nor there.

Have it your own way.

But perhaps we have more in common than you think.

You have always been free to do as you want.

Yet I've always tried to act responsibly.

Which is why I held certain things back.

What things?

Is there anything else?

Beatrice, your father treated me like a son.

Why can't you treat me like a brother?

Isn't it enough to discover

I have a half-brother of whom I knew nothing?

Will you join me in some cheese?

Nothing more, thank you.

I'm not accustomed to so much rich food.

I'll have some Stilton and a glass of port.

Coffee?

Can father's, can Mrs. Pearce and her son

contest father's will?

Never mind about them.

I do mind about them, have they any rights?

It's difficult, but I doubt it,

since Henry never left anything in writing.

As far as we know.

I think I would know, believe me.

Is there any reason why I should?

How many people have been to view the house?

Arthur!

I'm not going to discuss the other matter any further.

The sale of the house is far more important, I assure you.

If you don't find a buyer soon--

What is so urgent about it?

It would be far more convenient to delay

until we have found our feet.

The mortgage payments have to be met.

Otherwise the house will be repossessed.

Surely there is enough money?

The way things are, if it's not sold soon,

you won't have enough to repay the loan.

Believe me, I wish it were otherwise.

I also wish Evangeline were otherwise occupied.

Your own mother recommended it.

I know, but an Eliott working as a dressmaker?

What else would you suggest?

Given that like me, she has no proper qualifications?

I still say, as her legal guardian,

she ought to find something more suitable.

There are a million people unemployed, Arthur,

or don't you notice such things in your office?

I believe that figure to be somewhat exaggerated.

But promise me you'll at least talk to her

about her activities.

You know, it's all too easy for someone with Evangeline's

looks and qualities to get into the wrong circles.

Bea, you should see the place!

A Bayswater sweatshop.

But everyone's so nice, I'm practically one of them already.

Evie.

They let me go buy haberdashery on my first day!

Annie, she's the senior hand,

she says I'll soon be able to do some bead work.

I think I might even be on the sewing machines!

Don't let it get cold.

Evie, why didn't you tell me

you had been to see that woman?

Which woman?

Mrs. Pearce!

Father's--

I just didn't want to--

Yes, but you did, didn't you?

Here's a bit of cold mutton, it's not much, but--

I'm not eating!

Having another one, Arthur old boy?

Come on, Arthur!

Thank you Percy, but I'd better be getting off now.

But it's my birthday!

We're going to the market, get a couple of girls

and then go and have a chop somewhere.

We always have a chop and a girl on my birthday.

Not tonight, old chap.

I promised to take my Mama to the theatre, sorry.

Happy Birthday, Percy.

Thanks.

Give them all a kiss from me.

Bea?

Bea, I finished the dress for Mrs. Powell

who didn't know what she wanted,

and I've done the mending in the basket,

including your stockings.

If I black lead the drawing room grate

and get rid of the beetles, will you forgive me?

I know I shouldn't have.

You know, it doesn't matter.

I just had to find out, I didn't want to--

You're a silly thing.

Or Arthur, or anyone.

Arthur!

He knows more than he will tell.

About what?

Oh, I've had enough of him for one day.

I've had enough of Arthur for a lifetime.

Can you see Elizabeth Hardy?

She spends all that money on clothes

and still manages to look cheap.

No doubt her latest young man has told her that

bad taste is all the rage.

Mother!

I gather Evangeline is getting on extremely well.

Mrs. Partini says she's not only able, but a quick learner.

You must get her married

before she becomes too clever for her own good.

Is the house sold yet?

The agent says there are a couple of parties

who are seriously interested.

And how much will the girls get?

Bearing in mind the mortgage...

In round figures, Arthur.

They might hope for 500 pounds.

And where are they going to live?

Well, I was thinking, we have so much room.

They're certainly not living with us.

Well they won't have very much money

in view of Uncle Henry's unfortunate investments.

500 is quite enough for them to get ideas of their own.

Give them 100.

Mother, I couldn't.

It would be most unethical.

Put the rest into a trust fund.

They must not become too independent, Arthur.

Until they no longer bear the Eliott name.

Which in Beatrice's case may be forever.

Poor Letty.

Even if Mrs. Partini had allowed her

to use her toes as well as her fingers,

she still couldn't get her sums right!

Arithmetic's a closed book to me, I have to admit.

Give me Ancient Greek anytime.

Poor Letty, I don't think she's going to last.

Mrs. Partini certainly needs someone reliable.

Sounds like a job for Beatrice.

What a wonderful idea!

But what about Jack?

Don't you worry about him.

What Beatrice needs is somewhere

where she's properly appreciated.

Don't you use this mausoleum?

We prefer our own little sitting room.

I'll make tea.

Yeah, but all this space.

I mean, surely this will be better for your dressmaking?

No, we couldn't.

Well, why not?

Well, your father's not here to disapprove, is he?

That's two good ideas in one afternoon.

Wait 'til we tell Bea.

Tea!

Hold it there, Piggy!

Got it!

Wonderful.

I play a song for the beautiful lady.

A song of love and sadness.

God, anything but that.

Let's have a drink.

Have a glass of wine, Piggy.

Thank you.

Ah-ha!

I see a dark, short acquaintance, generous and loyal,

whose invitation to dinner at the Café Royale

should on no account be declined.

I'm getting tired of playing second fiddle.

Jack, do you want to fall victim to a Gypsy's curse?

My dear Piggy, this is a professionally run studio,

thanks to Beatrice.

I am being frightfully professional.

I was just getting into the part.

Of course you were, my dear.

Now, what are you going to do next?

Well, my minstrel, do you think?

Mediaeval or concert party?

Well, let's face it, I'll never make an actor

if I have to wear wrinkled tights.

Let's do modern.

Would you like a drink, Beatrice?

No, not while I'm working.

If you're talking about me,

I hope you're being kind!

Shut up and get changed, Piggy!

He's a good fellow, you know.

I know.

I have inquired with the authorities

about photographing Lady Serena in the park.

We have no objections, provided--

We don't scare the horses.

What are you doing in there Piggy?

You take longer than a dowager.

I shall look better than one too, my dear!

Anyway, I'm paying for this aren't I?

Three years, three years!

Ah, there it is.

Brava.

If Letty had learned in three years,

what you have in three months.

Some people just can't do figures, Mrs. Partini.

It's a gift!

Like, well, like having an eye for design.

And your sister you say, she has this?

Among her many talents.

She's also an experienced dressmaker.

Professional?

No.

Ah well, how do you say,

we beggars, we don't need a choice.

She would like to come and see me?

I could ask her.

Well, I have to find somebody soon.

Otherwise, all this will get completely beyond my control.

Oh, do hurry up!

I only came here to make sure you weren't exploiting Tilly.

Well if you could just stand still for a moment.

What would it take to keep you still and quiet?

A hundred pounds?

I tell you one thing, I wouldn't be a model,

not for a thousand pounds.

I would!

The quiet Penelope wouldn't be Penelope.

Might be an improvement.

Tilly, you are an ungrateful baggage!

I know, me mum's always saying.

You must get bored of all that gratitude.

At least I make a change.

Well, we're grateful to you Tilly.

Coming all this way to give us a hand.

It's a different country up here.

I hope you sell it soon and get somewhere civilised.

Well, the estate agent said he had a buyer interested.

Maybe then we can move into the centre of town.

Oh Evie, I doubt we could afford that!

This house must be worth at least--

It's a difficult time to sell.

It's difficult all round.

Of course some has it more difficult than others.

Beatrice, I know it's none of my business

but why don't you at least go and see this Partini woman?

I mean, you're so good at all this,

surely you could do with some professional experience.

That's just what I said.

I mean, what's to stop you?

Oh, Jack.

He needs me!

He needs lots of things.

You have a special talent, you and Evie.

And Tilly.

But I mean being a receptionist, anyone with half a brain--

He was also good enough to give me a job

when I needed it most, for which I shall always be grateful.

Oh, gratitude again, you mustn't let that--

After all, Jack has lots of ladies in his life

and I draw any one of them or Nellie, anyone--

I'll speak to him.

No, really!

It is no trouble.

Once she's made up her mind,

not the King and council can change it.

As me mum's always saying.

Why the hell we couldn't do this on her estate.

I believe Serena would rather be photographed

with her horse than her husband.

Why Beatrice, that was almost a joke!

Well working with you

requires a sense of humour, Mr. Maddox.

I want to talk to you about that.

Shall we try one more?

Looking to your left.

She looks like something out of

the Charge of the Light Brigade, what can I do?

You know you can perform greater wonders than .

I also know that your talents are wasted with me.

Penelope.

Dukey looks more cheerful than you do.

Lady Serena, do you think you could manage a smile?

I don't need Penelope to tell me anything.

You have great gifts.

If you were given an opportunity to use them properly--

Are you trying to get rid of me, Jack?

If I have to, in order to make you see sense, yes!

Ready?

Daphne!

Well, I suppose horse manure

is your natural element.

I was working, Daphne.

I hope so, darling.

No one in their right mind would photograph Serena for fun!

How are you, Miss Eliott?

Keeping him in order?

I do my best, Miss Haycock.

Oh, I'd give up on that if I were you,

he's so sweet when he's savage.

We're off the Henley for lunch, want to join us?

No.

Well, shall I see you tonight?

I'm going to that musical at the Gaiety.

You ought to come too!

It's called the Shop Girl.

I hate musicals, Daphne, and so does Beatrice.

Well, I'll see you at Siren's afterwards, then.

Bye!

Piggy said it wasn't very good.

What?

The Shop Girl.

You'd like to go?

Well did you get enough pictures of Lady Serena?

Enough for what?

To charge her for an entire morning's sitting?

You are much too good for me, Beatrice.

Go and see that dressmaker.

Brava!

100 pounds?

You see, the mortgage took up...

and then there were of course, other debts.

Do you have a list?

Of what, your father?

I should like to see his ledgers, Arthur,

if you don't mind.

I hope you don't mistrust me, Beatrice?

I believe I'm entitled to see the figures,

and I should like to do so.

Of course.

If you'd like me to explain--

No, thank you, Arthur, I am quite used to accounts.

Of course, you understand that with

the nature of your father's outgoings...

You mean his mistresses?

A gentleman does not discuss these things.

It is your gentlemanly delicacy to describe an outgoing

of some 275 pounds as miscellaneous debts, I presume.

And some 125 pounds as fees and expenses.

Do you really want me to show you

all the receipts from Bournemouth?

Would that satisfy you?

I wish to spare you!

Considering how much you've already suffered.

Tea.

Thank you, Miss Foultam, that'll be all.

Would you like to, or shall I?

No, you do it, Arthur.

I take a little milk and no sugar.

So 100 pounds is all we're left with?

It distresses me as much as it does you.

Not quite as much, I think.

Oh, I assure you.

But of course 100 pounds is a not inconsiderable sum.

Properly invested, for that sort of advice I can recommend--

No, thank you, Arthur.

Well at least you have no outstanding debts.

I know it's not much comfort--

No, it is not.

But you may rely upon Mother and me

offering all the help we can.

As a matter of fact,

you might like to consider living with us for a while.

You have only three weeks in which to leave your home.

And I'm sure Mother would be happy

to have you under our roof where she can--

Where she can keep an eye on us.

Where she can ensure that you're properly cared for.

That's a serious offer.

You'll need somewhere to live, somewhere decent.

Please thank Aunt Lydia, Arthur,

but we shall find our own accommodation.

But we wouldn't want you and Evangeline

living in distressing surroundings.

Please don't you distress yourself, Arthur.

We shall manage.

But where will you go?

When we've found somewhere, we shall inform you, goodbye.

That would like nice on you.

Don't be silly.

Well why shouldn't you wear it?

Can you see Aunt Lydia's face?

"Immodest!"

All the more reason.

Besides, think what we'd save on materials.

We're not going to spend the rest of our lives

scrimping and saving and worrying about

what people think, are we?

No.

Where are we going to live?

Jack said there might be a flat vacant above the studio.

Could we afford the rent?

He's going to talk to the landlord.

We don't really want to live above, I mean,

you'd be at his beck and call all the time.

I'm going to speak to Mrs. Partini.

You're not!

Of course, if you'd rather we didn't work

in the same establishment...

Bea!

Of course we can furnish it from Highgate,

only with our favourite things.

And sell the rest?

And buy some really bright curtains.

We can give ourselves a proper workroom.

People will come flocking.

There'll be space enough for Tilly.

We shall be rich and famous!

Without relying on our fabulous legacy.

We can entertain!

And have money in the bank.

We shall work all day and dance all night.

Well, what do you think, will it do?

It will do, Jack.

It will do very nicely, won't it, Evie?

Good, a man couldn't wish for nicer neighbours.

Thank you, Jack.

Thank you for everything.

I shall miss your guiding hand, you know.

I may be driven to seek your advice from time to time.

Oh, Jack, thank you!

To the shop girls, without the song and dance.

You're lucky to have both Eliott girls

working for you now, Mrs. Partini.

Such good ideas and such good workmanship.

I am aware of their talents, Lady Saxby.

I do hope you're paying them enough.

I'm told they were left positive paupers.

It is good to know they have a champion such as yourself.

One gets what one pays for, doesn't one?

No, Mr. Greenspan, I'm afraid Thursday will not do.

We need them by tomorrow to be ready for the ball.

Well, you had the order last week, Mr. Greenspan!

Well I'm sorry, if you cannot oblige us,

we shall have to look...

Thank you.

By noon tomorrow, excellent.

Goodbye, Mr. Greenspan.

Mr. Greenspan will deliver the ostrich feathers personally.

Ms. Armitage shall go to the ball.

What is that?

Oh, I'm sorry, it's a nursery reference.

Oh.

I've been thinking Mrs. Partini?

Yes, Miss Eliott?

Your thoughts are usually most interesting.

It has always been your custom

to order whole bolts of cloth.

Yes, to gain a discount, no?

Well, my sister pointed out,

and I have observed it myself, this often needs to wastage.

Yes, so?

If you chose a reliable supplier, I don't see why

they should not supply the exact amount we need

and at a discount, provided you go to them first.

You think so?

In these difficult times,

everyone is anxious to keep their stock moving.

A regular customer is more welcome than an occasional one.

How much we save?

Well, I have done some calculations.

You see, we could amount to 75 pounds over the year.

Well, Miss Eliott, for what are we waiting?

Mrs. Partini's establishment?

Will you have any use for this, Miss Bea?

Only Frank loves his fish.

I don't care if I never eat fish again.

We have to feed your brain, Evie.

Well I don't know that it's done Frank's any good.

But if you want it?

Of course not, Molly.

You take it and anything else you find useful.

As long as you're not left short!

You might even lash out on a new frying pan.

Evangeline, let's not be rash!

Sorry!

Oh Molly.

Now come on, Miss Evie, you'll have me at it and all.

I've never lived anywhere else.

Well about time you did then!

Who'd want a great white elephant like this

miles from anywhere not even on the electric?

Where are you and Frank going to live?

Dalston!

It's a nice little house.

You mind you come and see us.

Course.

Right near a tram stop we are, it's very convenient.

That's that!

Oh, Bea.

Now Evie, there is nothing here worth crying over.

And everything to look forward to.

Miss Eliott?

Miss Eliott?

You're putting a painter out of work, are you?

God, you look a sight!

Can't afford a painter,

can't afford to stay in my clothes.

How are you with a brush?

Terrible.

Watch me, then.

It doesn't matter, Jack.

Why can't I find your photos?

It's not as if I'm in any hurry.

Where'd she put them?

Knowing Beatrice, probably in the most sensible place.

Well I'm not sensible enough to find them, you have a go.

Yes, well, papers make me uneasy.

Look, I've got a better idea.

Go and get drunk in the Café de Paris?

Let's go upstairs and ask.

Do you know, that's the most sensible idea I've heard--

Since she left?

Yes.

You having it all white?

In here.

Everybody's doing it.

It's a bit too much like a hospital if you ask me, cold.

It won't be.

Not when we've got the curtains up and the furniture in.

That won't be this side of Christmas

the rate you're going!

Who cares?

I've been in worse gaffes.

Thank you, Tilly, I'll take that as a compliment.

Oh I can't go dressed like this!

I suppose you want me to go?

Would you mind dreadfully?

What do I say?

You receiving?

No, not unless it's--

We're not at home for anyone.

Hello, who are you?

Tilly Watkins, who are you?

Jack Maddox, studio below.

Is Miss Eliott in?

Miss Beatrice Eliott.

She's out.

And Miss Evangeline's not at home to anyone.

Do you have any idea

when Miss Beatrice will be back, Miss Watkins?

She's still at Partini's.

I'm waiting for her and all, help out with the sewing.

Miss, I wonder if we can trouble you

to give her a message?

Yes, if you tell her to drop in on us.

We'd like to invite her and Miss Evangeline

to dine with us.

Well they can't!

They got too much to do what with the

dressmaking and decorating and all.

I see.

Well, I don't suppose you'd happen to know

when they'd be free?

No, of course not.

Well, we'll just have to try our luck some other time.

Thank you.

Come on, Jack.

All work and no play, look what it did to me.

Your friend, Jack.

He's no friend of mine!

And a little fat fella, very polite.

Piggy.

What do they want?

They invited you out to supper.

I told them you couldn't go.

I could just do with a treat.

I'm fed up.

Tell you what.

What?

Where's your scissors?

Evie!

Don't she look nice?

Well, yes.

Tilly cuts all her family's hair.

She could cut yours, if you want?

Oh Tilly, I hope you won't be offended,

but well, at my age, I think I'd rather go to a hairdresser.

So would I!

It's just a matter of affording it.

No Evie, we've spent enough.

Oh, we could cut it up!

Oh, it seems a shame.

Or alter it.

It'd look good on you.

When am I likely to wear it?

When Piggy asks you dancing.

Oh, let's have it!

Well...

I'll pay, out of my wages, thank you.

Miss Eliott, I believe this is one you made?

Yes.

Very shoddy workmanship.

My client is most displeased.

The client--

I am most displeased, Miss Eliott.

Mrs. Partini, I sewed that with great care.

The only way that could have come apart

is if it was violently torn.

Violent, my client?

Even the best people get into fights

at parties, Mrs. Partini.

Miss Eliott, I will not have you insult my clients.

I will not have you insult me.

My dresses do not fall apart on the dance floor.

It's better than Sweeney Todd's, this.

How would you know?

Me grandma's a customer of his.

Right, I must finish this.

Then we can have a clear weekend.

What you doing?

Beatrice wants to go kite flying with Jack and Piggy.

You'll go, won't you?

Oh go on, fresh air suits you.

Me, I'll just cough.

It'll make a pleasant change.

What about Mrs. Partini?

Are you really going to see her on Monday?

Of course.

Look, I'd honestly rather you didn't.

It's not just that she treated you unfairly, Evie.

She has profited from our work and ideas.

She should pay us what we're worth.

You won't get very far.

That's just what I said.

Nobody could pay you two what you're really worth.

Would you like a go, Evangeline?

I'm perfectly content, thank you.

You don't look it, you look thoroughly sulky.

That's a horrid thing to say!

I'm a horrid person, didn't you know?

You're young, you're pretty, you're talented.

You need someone to love and cherish you.

Not some old ruin like me who can barely look after himself.

Jack!

I'm very fond of you, Evie.

And I'm very fond of you.

You think you are.

That's what happens to girls who grow up in Highgate.

First fellow you meet under the age of 50

you fall madly in love with.

You flatter yourself, Mr. Maddox.

Nobody else does.

Whatever you may think--

Why can't wee just be friends?

Friends?

Like you and Miss Haycock?

God, why is this so complicated?

I'm quite sure I don't know.

You're the one with all the experience.

I do not think I am being unreasonable, Mrs. Partini.

You come to me, you and your sister, knowing nothing.

Orphan nieces of Lady Lydia.

Amateurs, you should be paying me!

You have frequently said how useful our talents

have proved to you, Mrs. Partini.

Oh, you think I didn't manage before?

Oh, I never suggested that.

Just because you add up the figures

that makes you a business woman?

Well you yourself have encouraged me.

Your sister, she takes up an inch of a hem,

she thinks she's Coco Chanel.

It would be fair to say, Mrs. Partini,

that your clientele has increased because of our presence.

As well as your profits.

All I am asking--

You asking too much.

Very well.

What does that mean, very well?

If you cannot see your way clear to raising our wages--

Not by a penny, not by a farthing.

Then I must reluctantly tender my resignation

and that of my sister.

Of course, if you wish us to work out our notice, we will.

Take this, take it, and go!

Never be let it be said that Partini was not generous.

You want to change your mind, don't you?

I will permit it.

Sometimes, I do, I say things.

It is the artist in me.

Come, we start again, eh?

Mrs. Partini, it is a matter of principle.

Ah, no.

Then with the greatest regret.

Bea, have you?

Oh, goodbye, we'll miss you!

I'm still shaking.

It was the right thing to do.

You really think so?

Of course!

But what are we going to do?

We have half a dozen commissions.

And a hundred pounds in the bank.

And enormous talents.

All we have to do is find someone who can afford them.

Come on, let's try ourselves up.

Nothing extravagant.

The cinema, the new chaplain?

We'll just catch the matinee.

I didn't want to go before you got back.

There's someone waiting, wouldn't take no for an answer.

Who?

Beatrice, Evangeline, I'm sorry to intrude like this.

I'm Sebastian Eliott.