All language subtitles for The.House.of.Eliott.S01E04.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor_track4_[eng]

I'm sorry to intrude like this.

Are you?

Is it all right if
I go home now?

Yes, of course.

Good night!

Please do excuse the place,
it's difficult when you...

Sit down, please.

What do you want?

Nothing, Miss Eliott.

Only to meet my sisters.

Half sisters.

I'm so sorry, I know I
should have written first.

I'm handling this very badly.

The last thing I wanted to
do was upset either of you.

Hardly avoidable under the
circumstances, Mr. Eliott.

Believe me, I was every
bit as shocked

as you must've been to
learn about our father.

Why were you surprised?

Did you think he was
your father alone?

Good Lord, no.

I was always led to believe

that my father died
when I was a baby.

Gave his life to Queen
and cholera in the Punjab.

As far as I knew, I
was raised on a pension

from a grateful nation

and money from my father's
loving family.

When you're a child, you
believe what you're told.

Yes, we know.

I understand what you're saying,

but I'm afraid I don't
see the point of it.

The arrangements are perfectly
satisfactory as they are.

I see no reason to change them.

No, that's out of the question.

This is not a good time.

Very well.

Yes, all right.

I'll be there about 10:00.

How do you think I feel?

I don't know, Mr. Eliott,
how do you feel?

Please, Sebastian.

My upbringing, my education,

it's obviously been at
your expense, hasn't it?

Yes, it has.

Bea, it wasn't his fault.

He didn't know.

Tell me something, Mr.
Eliott, I'm curious.

When did you find out the truth?

Just after Evangeline had
been to see my mother.

I went down to see her, I
found her in a bit of a state.

Weepy, that sort of thing.

She wouldn't tell me at first.

It must've been pretty
damn hard for her.

Admitting, you know, that
she'd lied me all those years.

How is she now?

She's a little better, she--

We don't have anything,
you know.

I beg your pardon?

-Bea!
-We don't have anything.

We have barely enough
to support ourselves,

let alone continue
to support you

in the manner to which
you've been accustomed.

I can see that.

On the other hand, if you have
anything left in the kitty

which we have filled
over the years

I'd quite like to know about it.

That's a fair comment.

Bea, we couldn't possibly--

Yes, we could!

I'm afraid you won't
have the chance.

That ladies, is it.

But since my intention was
to get to know you both

can I suggest that we
please go and blow it

on a little something
to eat somewhere?

I don't think so, Mr.
Eliott, thank you.

It's been a day full of
interesting developments

and we still have some
work to finish here.

Nothing that couldn't
wait until tomorrow.

No, no your sister's
quite right, Miss Eliott.

It's probably better if I go.

We all need to let things
sink in a little more.

Another time perhaps.

I mean it!

Look, here's my card.

Believe me, now that
I've discovered

my only living relatives

I'm not going to lose
touch with them.

Good night.

I'm really am very sorry.

Arthur, where have you been?

I had to order the cab myself!

Now go and get changed
this instant,

or we'll be disgracefully late.

I'm sorry, mother,

I'm afraid I can't come to
the opera with you tonight.

What do you mean "you can't"?

Don't be ridiculous,
of course you can.

Why can't you?

I have a dinner engagement.

But you have an opera
engagement with me!

Mother, I'm sorry.

How dare you just march in
here and cancel my evening.

I'm sorry, but there it is.

I didn't notice the
dinner in my diary,

and Miss Foulsham forgot
to remind me.

You're lying, then.

When you tell me she's
so efficient.

She usually is.

Then get rid of her.

You can't possibly
let your secretary

interfere with my Mozart.

Quite absurd!

Where are you dining?

I'm not certain.

The Club, probably.

I hope you have a
wonderful evening.

I'm not saying that
I do trust him, Bea.

I'm not that naive.

All I'm saying is that him being
who he is, isn't his fault.

Does that make sense?

Just about.

I just don't understand why
you're so hedgehoggy with him.

Hedgehoggy?

All bunched
up, tight and defensive.

Spiky.

I mean, you heard what he said,

he didn't want anything from us.

As far as we know.

I don't know.

It's his looks, his
manner, everything.

His looks?

We don't even know if
he is Sebastian Eliott.

He could be anyone!

Why did he come here?

How did he know we were
here in the first place?

What does he want?

To see us, he got our forwarding
address from Highgate,

nothing, in that order.

Why can't it just
be that simple?

You'll turn into one
if you don't watch out.

What?

A hedgehog.

Thank Heaven it's warmer
now, that's all I can say.

Hmm.

It's nearly summer now.

Yes, I know.

No fuel bills and longer
hours of daylight,

which thankfully come free.

Poverty and ruin on
the horizon, eh?

Not quiet, but not that far off.

Well, I won't say it.

What?

I won't say that that's
what happens when we get

on our high horses and issue
ultimatums to dressmakers.

I'm glad you said "we!"

I did enjoy it, though.

I'd enjoy being solvent
a little more.

If things get really bad,

you can always go back to Jack.

Hardly!

Well, we've got the front
end blouses to keep us going.

And the coat for Jane Ethbridge.

And the outfits for
Mrs. Mary White.

And after that?

Not a great deal.

And how much of that
involves Tilly?

Not a great deal.

It's mostly straightforward
day stuff.

Not much bead work involved.

I do hope we don't have
to give her fewer rounds.

She does need the money.

Well it's fine when there's
the work for her to do,

but however much we like her,
we need the money as well.

Oh Lord.

I nearly died when Mrs.
Partini told me

about your outrageous behaviour.

I simply could not
believe my ears.

Aunt Lydia, I apologise--

Who do you think you are?

Not only was your
employment with Mrs. Partini

obtained by my good graces,
but upon my reputation.

She was furious.

And I might say with good cause.

I am furious!

Please, Aunt Lydia,
there is an explanation--

No, there is not.

You seriously think
you're in a position

to throw away respectable
paid employment

because of your arrogant
reluctance to accept discipline?

Now look, Aunt Lydia--

Oh, sorry.

Telephone.

Yes.

Yes, that is true.

Oh well yes, very possibly.

Would you excuse me one moment

while I just check
our engagements?

Yes, Friday would be perfectly
convenient, Mr. Duroque.

10 o'clock sharp?

Yes.

Goodbye!

Oh, Jack!

I am sorry if we
embarrassed you, Aunt Lydia.

But I don't think
it's irresponsible

to want to be given credit
where credit is due.

And it's not a question
of ingratitude either.

Please don't misunderstand
me, Evangeline.

I'm in no way concerned
for myself.

But the worst thing
that can happen

to women in your situation
is to gain a reputation

for irresponsibility
and unreliability.

Reputation is all.

You of all people
should know that.

Oh, I do, Aunt Lydia, I do.

I can't imagine what people
will say when word gets round

that jewel is missed
from Mrs. Partini's--

Oh, I can.

That was George Duroque
on the telephone.

He'd heard that we'd
left Mrs. Partini,

wanted to know if we might
be available to work for him.

You know Duroque's
with Mayfair.

No, I don't suppose you do.

My ladies.

My ladies are my family.

My house may bear the
proud name of Duroque,

but it is here, here where
reputations are earned.

By the meticulous and
dedicated attention to detail.

Drawn thread work.

15 stitches to the inch.

Not ten, 15.

Some people are satisfied
with ten.

Twirls, you are familiar
with twirls?

Of course.

An essential step on
the road to perfection.

No!

My office.

Hmm, yes.

Yes.

Absolute nonsense!

Rubbish!

Rubbish.

Work on that one, I don't
like the set of the sleeves.

Yes, Mr. Duroque.

Oh, sit down.

There is something the matter?

No, no, not at all.

I just thought that--

You thought what?

I'm sorry.

I was under the impression

you did all the designing
yourself.

In the early days, of course,

to establish a style, a feel.

But now the lines of Duroque

are so clearly defined,
so distinctive.

Besides, one feels an obligation

to encourage talented,
young people.

Of course, when there
is a particular client,

one is obliged.

Now then, Mesdames Eliott.

I understand you wish
to attach yourselves

to my little establishment.

Well, I think we would both
welcome the opportunity

of working in such a
famous fashion house,

where the experience
would be invaluable.

Well, of course it would.

There are many young women

who would pay me for the
opportunity.

Now, Miss Evangeline.

How do you feel?

What extraordinary talents
could you bring

to the House of Duroque?

Well, of course I'd be
absolutely happy

to do anything at all,

but I'm actually
interested in design, Sir.

It seems to be such an
exciting time at the moment,

don't you think?

Actually, I brought
some of my own sketches.

Good good.

And you, Miss Beatrice?

Where do your interests lie?

Well, in all aspects of
the business, Mr. Duroque.

After all, we've only worked

in one other commercial
establishment.

Yes, the
unspeakable Mrs. Partini.

You will forgive me, the
woman used to work for me.

Took the training and
experience she gained here

to set up as a dressmaker.

Enough of that.

Two terms.

You will present
yourselves to my supervisor

at 7:30 on Monday morning
in plain dark dress,

and she will tell you
what your duties will be.

Your day will end when
your work is finished

and you will each be paid
six shillings a week.

Six shillings a week?

Ms. Beatrice, you said
you wish to learn

all aspects of my business.

To do that, you must
apprentice yourselves.

Apprentices are paid
six shillings a week.

In Monsieur Worth's House,

they are paid nine shillings
and sixpence.

Are they now?

Very well, I'll pay
you seven shillings.

Nine?

Seven shillings and sixpence.

Eight shillings?

For which I shall expect

the same standard of
work as Monsieur Worth.

Of course.

Can I assume, Mr. Duroque,
that our salaries will increase

in proportion to our
responsibilities?

If and when you take on those
responsibilities, of course.

Thank you, Mr. Duroque.

Good bye.

Afternoon, Mary.

Hello.

Gaffer about?

Yes.

Well don't you think
you ought to check

if he's busy or not
before I go barging in?

You busy?

No, he's not busy.

How kind, thank you.

Hello, Pam.

Jack, she is getting worse!

What are you doing to the woman?

Nothing!

I think she was born like that.

Jack, dear--

She's useful to me, though.

Very pretty.

An excellent model,
very photogenic.

Hmm, surprised you can
sit still long enough.

Honestly, when I think
of the vast tribes

of perfectly good girls
I sent round,

what was wrong with them?

They were boring, ordinary!

Well, they may not have
been exactly glamorous

but they were efficient
to a man.

Well, I hope you explained
yourself to Bea and Evie.

What about?

Well, if I remember rightly,
you wouldn't let Evie

have the job because
she was too pretty.

Oh yes, I did, didn't I?

Hypercritical old thing
that you are.

Well, they haven't said
anything about it.

Well, they wouldn't, would they?

They're far too nice.

They're both probably mortified!

Jack, why...

Oh, do grow up.

So, what
was the upshot of it all?

I beg your pardon?

Upshot, Lydia, upshot,
do pay attention.

Did they leave that
dressmaker or not?

Oh yes, but I had to insist.

Quite right.

-Loyalty is all very well.
-In its place.

As you say.

But it would have been quite
wrong to disappoint Mr. Duroque

when he was so very
keen to employ them.

And they are so very talented.

Do you visit Mr. Duroque's?

Ghastly place.

all over the lobby.

If it weren't for the
clothes, one wouldn't bother.

I always insist he takes
least 5% off the bill

and you should do the same,
otherwise he'll rob you blind.

Man's an absolute thief.

You can tell him I said
so if you like.

Jack?

Jack, are you in the dark?

No more than usual, come on in.

All right, relax.

Hello.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

It's all right.

Like you, I have to make
the most of my spare time.

Is this another of
your creations

you want recorded for posterity?

Well, yes, but not
if you're busy.

It's just, it's being
picked up this morning.

Hold on, princess, move over.

This is art.

Go and tidy something
for five minutes.

It's Sunday.

Well tidy it respectfully then.

No, wait a minute.

It's obvious Mary would
rather model than tidy up.

Perhaps you'd like
to model this?

Eh?

It's almost your size,
go on, slip it on.

Just see how it looks.

Am I getting paid for this?

There.

Perfect.

You're so pretty.

She must be such an
asset to you, Jack.

Oh, Mr. Duroque?

What is it?

The new black lining
silks came from the mill

with a nasty flaw on it.

I've given it to dispatch, to
return and ordered a new one.

The paperwork is in your
office, awaiting your signature.

Ms. Beatrice, you've been
here for two months now,

are you still incapable

of dealing with these
things by yourself?

And what is this?

It's a drape, Sir.

No, it is not.

A drape is a gathering
of material

which then hangs in soft folds.

This is a pleat.

Well, it will drape, Sir,
if you do this, look.

It's just that it's difficult--

Miss Evangeline.

I realised that Mrs.
Partini was quite likely

to confuse her drapes
with her pleats.

But here we are not.

Now, drape if you please.

Keep smiling.

My mother tells me her check
failed to arrive in the post.

I thought you'd care
to explain why.

And I would have thought
it was obvious.

The annuity settled
with your mother

was only to be paid during
Henry Eliott's lifetime.

You have a document to
that effect, I suppose?

Of course.

As Dr. Eliott is now dead,

I'm afraid there will
be no more checks.

You'll find everything's
in order.

It would seem so.

In that case, perhaps we can
agree on a final settlement.

I beg your pardon?

A settlement, Mr. Eliott.

A third share of the
good doctor's estate.

Henry Eliott's estate
has already been settled,

such as it is.

Now, if you look, if
you'll excuse me--

I'm am entitled to
a third share, such as it is.

Do you seriously think
that Henry Eliott

would have publicly
acknowledged the existence

of an illegitimate son by
including him in his will?

I assure you there's
no provision--

You're lying, show me!

I can have a copy drawn up and
sent to you, if you insist.

Well, there must be something.

I can't believe my father
would do that to me.

Then perhaps he began to have
his doubts as to whether...

After all your mother's
relationship with Dr. Eliott
was of,

shall we say, a rather
mercenary nature.

Perhaps he felt there may
have been others such.

I suggest the onus is
very much upon you--

There will be more to
this, cousin Arthur.

A great deal more.

Thank you, Mary.

Time seems to have flown
since your father's death.

But then
again, at my age,

time does seem to hurtle
by so very quickly.

You must miss him very much.

Oh, we do.

I remember so well how I
felt when Richard died.

Of course I do have Arthur.

As indeed, do you.

But your father was
always so reliable.

It must be desperately
difficult for you both.

We are coming to terms with it.

After all a father's love

can so easily be taken
for granted.

And when it is suddenly
snatched from one.

My brother-in-law was always
so devoted to his children.

All three of us?

I beg your pardon?

You said father was
devoted to his children.

I assume you meant Evie,
myself and brother Sebastian.

Oh, good Lord, he's not been
to see you as well, has he?

Really, Beatrice, you
should have told me.

Arthur, who is this Sebastian?

Nobody at all, mother.

Just a foolish man who
appeared in my office one day

looking for a handout.

I see it all the time.

For every obituary in The Times,

there are a dozen vultures
circling the relatives.

I suppose he did tell you
he was a long lost relative?

Actually he was quite convinced

he was father's bastard son.

Beatrice, language!

Isn't that the correct
term, bastard?

Not at tea!

Oh, I'm so sorry.

What term do we use then?

By blow?

-Love child?
-Bea!

Thank you, Beatrice,
that will do!

Mother, I'm sure Beatrice
means no offence--

That will do!

What are you doing, Bea?

She may never speak to us again.

Is that a complaint?

Well, no, but--

Somebody had to say it.

I'd had just about as much
of her sentimental clap trap

as I could stomach.

Heavens, Bea,

she obviously didn't know
anything about Sebastian.

Which is her problem
rather than ours.

How dare you do that
to me, Arthur.

How dare you!

Mother, the man was an imposter
of no importance at all.

But you did not tell
me about him.

Why on earth should I?

I don't tell you
all my business.

Then you should!

Don't be absurd, Mother.

What was the upshot?

I beg your pardon?

What happened, Arthur?

With this Sebastian person?

Well I told him to leave
my office immediately

and think himself lucky
I didn't call the police.

It's perfectly all right.

No, it's beautiful, truly.

It's just that, oh,
I don't know.

Madame has inspected
all the new gowns.

Yes I know, and they're
all gorgeous, Mr Duroque.

Absolutely delightful.

It's just...

Yes?

You see my sister-in-law was
over from Paris last month,

and she was wearing something
by Madame Villieunes,

and it looked, well, different.

Really?

Modern.

If you see what I mean.

What do you think?

Do excuse me, Ms. Spencer,

but what Madame Villieunes
is doing is something that

Mr. Duroque has himself been
toying with for some time.

You see, you cut the
fabric on the bias

so that you keep the
slim line of the dress,

but it appears to be much more
fluid over the hips and legs.

If, of course the
dummy had legs.

Yes, that's absolutely it!

And then of course
you have a hemline

that flows with you as you walk,

showing the natural
shape of the body.

It's very graceful.

I adore it.

Mr. Duroque, you are
terribly clever.

One more time, my girl.

If you do that to me
just one more time

and you will be out
of here so fast

your feet won't touch
the ground.

Do you understand?

Yes, Mr. Duroque.

When I made you a twirl cutter,

I did so against my
better judgement .

I expect you to do
what you're told.

I do not expect impertinence.

She did ask my opinion, Sir.

I don't pay you to
have opinions!

If, and I repeat if, a
client is foolish enough

to ask your opinion,
you'll give her my opinion.

If you have to speak
at all, you'll say

"Yes Madame, no Madame,

"charming weather for the
time of year, Madame."

You do not give them
your damned opinion!

It was a good idea.

And I gave you credit for it.

Which, young lady,

is the only reason you
are standing here now.

Yes, Mr. Duroque.

Sorry.

Now, get on with your work.

We agreed last time we met.

No, all right, but.

Yes, all right.

Nine o'clock.

If I can.

If I can!

passed him by

such a beau

then when he takes you home

much of a lover

Isn't Daphne absolutely
the last word?

In what?

In divinity, poppet.

With a voice like that, she
could easily do it for a living.

I can't think why she won't.

Don't you think she's gorgeous?

I think she's a slut.

Oh God, you're not going
to be tedious, are you?

I asked you here so we
could have some fun.

You asked me here
to do business.

Oh, and the two must
never come together.

Come on, let's sit down and
I'll introduce you to Peter.

Arthur, this is Peter Lo-Ching.

Peter, Arthur Eliott,
the director of The Club.

All my most favourite people.

Arthur!

Well it's hardly something
in here.

Didn't you just adore
my song, Arthur?

Arthur thinks
you're a slut, Daphne.

How quaint.

Your friends are at
the bar, Daphne.

Oh, they are, goodo.

Now, Arthur dear, this
little problem of ours.

I think we solved it.

You know how frightfully
worried we've been

about The Club losing money?

Yes.

Well, dear Peter says he's
going to come in with us.

Isn't he kind?

Come in with us?

In what way?

As a third partner in
the business, Mr.--

No, I'm sorry, Mr.
Lo-Ching, but--

I know you think it's
my inefficiency,

but darling, it really isn't.

Look at it.

The Club's losing money faster
than jelly off a hot plate

and Peter's prepared to invest

a very substantial
sum, you know.

Why?

I'm a businessman, Mr. Eliott.

I'm continually looking
for businesses

that can respond
to my investment.

On a carefully controlled
scale, of course.

May I inquire as to the
nature of your portfolio?

I have interests all over
the world, Mr. Eliott.

From shipping to agriculture.

I know I should have
consulted you first, darling,

but it really is the answer
to a maiden's prayers.

You don't really mind, do you?

Good morning, thank you.

There you are, you can open
the bills for a change.

Oh, thank you.

What's that?

From Sebastian!

Sebastian, what does he want?

To take us out to dinner.

Are we going to go?

No we are not, tear it up.

But if it--

Come along, we
shall be late for work.

So did you get a frightful
wigging after I'd gone?

Just a bit!

Well bear up, it was worth it.

This is absolutely 'the thing'.

Thank you.

I mean it, I know you gave
Duroque the credit at the time,

but it was quite clearly
your idea.

I say.

Yes?

I know this is absolutely
not the done thing at all,

and you probably wouldn't
dream of being so disloyal,

but trouble is, I'm going
skiing after Christmas

and I simply don't have a thing.

May I leave you my card?

But you've been working
for Duroque for months now.

You work all the hours God gave

and he pays you an
absolute pittance.

You do private work
at home anyway,

I don't know what you're
so worried about.

Yes, but we've never
actually stolen

one of his customers before.

Well the way I heard it,

the customer walked
into your hands

and positively demanded
to be picked.

Yielded with coy submission,
modest pride,

and sweet, reluctant,
amorous delight.

You should be on the stage.

Yes, I know.

What do you think, Bea?

I'm not speaking to you.

Why ever not?

You were a disgrace yesterday!

Good God, I can be much
worse than that.

I wasn't even trying.

Seriously, Bea.

What does a ski outfit involve?

Oh, with Miss Spencer
that could mean anything

from hats and coats to
sparkly after dance.

It would be a good commission.

Well it's none of Napoleon's
business

what you do in your free time.

I'll telephone her for you if
it'll make you feel better.

All right?

It's terribly practical.

It's terribly daring.

But you have the legs for it.

Besides, you will be skiing.

I'm not criticising,
it's wonderful.

I love being the first
to do anything.

Is it always like this
before a show?

Goodness no, the Autumn
Collection's far worse.

Nobody sleeps at all then!

Well I don't feel as if I've
slept for days and days.

You'll get used to it.

Oh dear.

What?

Evangeline, what are you doing?

The Jardin du Rose.

Oh Lord, weren't you told?

Told what?

Le jardin's been scrapped
from the collection.

What?

Mr Duroque's scrapped
all those gowns,

he has some new ideas he
wants to make room for.

Well I'm glad someone
bothered to tell me!

Anyone at home?

Ah, hello, Tilly.

Bea and Evie still
at work, are they?

They'll be working most
evenings coming up to the show.

Oh.

Your mum was looking a lot
better last time I saw her.

Yeah, she is.

This money's helping out a bit.

I know this is probably
a silly question,

but wouldn't that be a lot
easier doing it on the machine?

Oh yeah, it would.

It's only that machine
don't work that well.

And even if it did,
it's still too heavy

to lug over to the light.

Oh, well I'll help
you if you like.

Done it now, haven't I?

Do I detect a certain
disgruntlement?

Eh?

You sound cheesed off.

Yes, I am.

I'm not really.

Are things not working
out too well here?

Oh no, it's not that.

Look at this!

The kid is seven.

She'll have grown out
of this by spring.

Ten guineas her mum's
paying for this.

Keep my mum going for
a year, that would.

Can't help being a
bit cheesed off.

Are you sure that's all?

Yeah!

It's just a bit difficult
sometimes, that's all.

In what way?

I don't know where I stand.

I mean sometimes me and Evie
and Miss Bea have a real laugh.

And they come in and they
tell me what they've got up to

and we have a bit
of supper and that

and it's like we're
all together.

If you see what I mean?

But then at other times,

it's "Tilly do this,
Tilly fetch that!"

it was "Tilly, take your
bleeding dress off" the other
day.

What?

You'd think at ten
guineas a flop

they'd be able to afford
a new dummy.

Oh, Tilly, I'm sure
the last thing

they'd ever want to
do is upset you.

They're both terribly
fond of you.

Yeah, I know.

I'm only having a little moan.

It's me flipping worn
out, that's all.

I wouldn't take no notice.

These are the dresses from
the Chapel Street workshop.

The French beanpole will
be showing these

so hang them separately.

All right.

Bea, this is one of mine.

What?

This is just like the dress
I made for Miss Spencer.

And this one!

Bias cut fabrics dropped
back hemlines.

These are all my ideas!

The mannequins have
already left for the show,

please hurry with the gowns!

All ready.

It is a splendid collection,
Mr. Duroque.

Yes, of course it is.

I particularly like these gowns,

the ones that Evie designed.

Miss Evangeline does not design
for the House of Duroque.

But she gives you some
jolly good ideas.

Ideas, Miss Beatrice are just
the beginning of creativity.

It's the house which develops
them to their full potential.

Well fine, in that case

the house may put
its name to them.

As indeed it already has done.

And Miss Evangeline will
be happy to accept a fee

for her original idea.

What?

It is almost time for
the show, Mr. Duroque.

Later will do, I trust
you implicitly.

The gowns, if you please.

Of course.

Miss Evangeline would appreciate
a little credit as well.

Psst!

You what?

I said psst!

You on your own?

Course I am.

Jolly good.

Bought you a present.

It's my mother's,
come and see it.

It was until Pen pinched it.

Well, she bought it in the war.

She had some extraordinary
idea that

she was going to make her own
table napkins or something.

You know, her contribution
to the war effort.

Never used it as far as I know.

We thought it might come
in handy for you.

It's light, you see, so you
can put it wherever you like.

What, I can keep it?

I don't see why not.

Oh yeah, I'd like that!

How does it work?

I'll show you.

The thing is, Tilly,
it's a bit tricky to use.

It needs someone who
knows what they're doing.

So, well, if I were you,

I wouldn't let Bea and Evie
muck about with it too much.

Oh no, Ms. Pen.

I'm going to take such
good care of it.

Thanks ever so much.

Making quite a name for
themselves, I hear, your girls.

I believe Mr. Duroque is
very pleased with them.

Not what I heard.

I heard the old boy
was simply furious.

Apparently they wanted
more money or something.

I didn't know that.

Daphne told me.

Mind you, that's
nothing to go by.

Daphne looks you straight
in the eye

and tells you the most
appalling fibs these days.

I don't know what's
got into her.

Perhaps it's all the late nights

at those clubs she frequents?

Possibly, possibly.

Of course, you're
terribly lucky.

In what way?

Well, having Evangeline
and Beatrice

right on the doorstep
so to speak.

Margaret Spencer said they
did her girl privately,

saved her an absolute fortune.

You should have them do a
little something for you.

At least I don't feel guilty

about doing private
work anymore.

Not after the way
Duroque behaved.

How she survives, I don't know.

Who's that?

Jean Longevins, look at it.

It's all right.

All right, it's vile!

All these waists
and full skirts.

So old fashioned.

It looks like a little
girl's party frock.

Oh, I thought it was
a little girl's party frock.

See?

It's this whole idea of
dressing women up like dolls.

I could see the point
of it during the war.

You know, give the troops
a little of what they fancy

to cheer them up.

But honestly, someone
ought to tell Ms. Longevins

the war's been over
nearly three years!

Fix this.

Oh, Tilly, leave that,
I'll put it away.

Oh, that's quite all
right, Miss Bea.

I can manage it very well
on my own, thank you.

That's Piggy!

You look great.

Evening troops, how are we all?

Evie's just giving
us all a lecture

on female emancipation.

I am not!

Glad to hear it, can't
bear women,

they do nag one so.

Now are you sure you don't mind

being left on your
own this evening?

Of course not.

Well you can come with
us if you like?

We weren't planning on

doing any sordid canoodling
or anything.

P!

No, thanks anyway.

I think I'll get an
early night in.

What about you, young Tilly,
can we give you a lift home?

What, in your motor car?

Well, I could put you
over my shoulder

in a sort of farmer's
lift, I suppose.

But the car's probably
more comfortable.

Come along, we shall miss
this start of the theatre!

All right, sorry.

Good night, Evie.

Night.

We won't be very late.

Bye.

Night, Evie!

I've never been
in a motor car before!

Oh well in that case,
let's do it properly.

Bea won't mind if you hop
in the front, will you?

No.

Hello, Evie.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Nothing, I just thought
I heard--

Well, I thought I heard
that, actually.

I just thought there
was someone around.

I told Mary she could invite

her young man round for supper.

Supper?

Well, you know how it is.

She lives with her mother,
he's in ghastly rooms.

Nowhere else to go.

So, here I am being forced
entirely against my will

to go and have a drink
and listen to some jazz

with some thoroughly
dissolute companions.

Oh.

You're welcome to come along
if you're at a loose end?

No, thank you.

I've got some work to finish
off, but thanks all the same.

Night.

Night, Evie.

Oh, sorry, can I
help you at all?

Thanks, I just rang the
bell to the top flat.

Strange, I didn't hear it.

Well, maybe it's still
not working,

it wasn't the last time I came.

Nevermind, I'll just go on up.

Yes, but--

It's all right, I know the way.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Oh.

Can I come in?

Beatrice isn't here.

And I was just going to,

I think it would probably
be better

if you came back another time.

Why?

Well, because--

Please, don't worry.

I'd have liked to have seen
Beatrice as well, naturally,

but I'm just as happy to sit
and have a natter with you.

Oh I see, you weren't just
on your way to bed, were you?

No, no I wasn't.

I've been wondering
how you both were.

It was rather difficult
the last time we met.

I was worried about you.

You were worried?

Well, you didn't answer my note.

Or were you both so
fearfully cross with me

that you simply couldn't
bear to dine with me?

Something like that, yes.

I don't blame you, not
in the slightest.

I really was most insensitive
and rude.

You weren't rude.

Am I forgiven?

There's nothing to forgive.

Splendid.

Then we shall start
all over again

and be the best of friends.

We ought to be, you know,

considering we are
brother and sister.

We should take ourselves
off to the theatre one night

and have a jolly time.

I'm sorry, I'm babbling,
aren't I?

It's nerves, you know.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to make you nervous.

Oh, you didn't, Evie.

Please, sit down.

No, I better not keep you,

especially as you seem
to be so busy.

Oh no, I've finished
for the night, really.

You can stay.

I'd like to, but I'd better not.

Now that I know that
you and I are friends

I'll get in touch soon
and arrange that dinner.

Thank you, darling.

There we are, you see?

All nicely legal
and above board.

Does that make you any happier?

Henry wouldn't have
made such a fuss.

That's not unhappy, Susie.

You must remember that
as executor of his estate

and as a minor shareholder
myself.

And then there were three.

You thought we were all

going to get up to
unspeakable things.

Don't be ridiculous.

There.

I say, it's rather like the
three Musketeers, isn't it?

Let's have a toast.

All for one and one for all.

To partnership and The Club.

And the club!

This simply won't
do, Mr. Duroque.

You can't possibly spend
that amount on fripperies.

Oh!

My apologies, Lady Haycock.

Think so too.

Now then, another
appointment if you please.

You are too gracious, Madame.

Yes, I know I am.

I need something for Scotland.

Something from my Autumn
Collection, perhaps?

Lord, I said I was
going to Scotland,

not to dance in the
Russian ballet.

You might want something
like that in tweed.

Morning, Lady Haycock.

Good morning, Diane.

I'm so sorry, Madame.

Ms. Spencer has been
unfaithful to me.

I regret that is not
one of my design.

Darling, who made that
outfit for you?

See, I need a skirt like that.

Was it Evie?

Oh.

Ms. Spencer?

This charming ensemble of yours.

Was it made by Miss Evangeline?

What?

Well, well, yes, I'm
afraid I do buy outfits

from several different
couturiers, as you know.

Your privilege, Madame.

Miss Beatrice, Miss Evangeline.

Yes, Sir?

You have tried
to make a fool of me

once too often.

There is a limit, even
to my patience.

Get out!

What?

Now!

I'll have your personal
belongings sent round.

You will not spend another
minute in my establishment.

Nor, if I have anything
to do with it,

in any other London
fashion house.

Now leave!