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Here we are, Sarah.

I must say the girls.

Well we, are terribly thrilled

to have one of our outfits

in the Abbey, for the Royal wedding.

Would you care to try it one last time?

No, I have total faith in you.

Can I take it with me today?

Yes, of course.

Madge, would you pack Mrs White's outfit?

Thank you.

I'm terribly impressed with these, you know.

Thank you.

But I haven't seen anyone

wearing anything like them this year.

Well, we are trying to develop our own style.

You're doing jolly well at it, too.

I mean one could easily wear this to Hurlingham.

It's about the only joy of the season

my husband indulges in, really.

Personally, I loath Polo.

Sitting around on draughty terraces,

watching grown men fall off horses.

There are so many more interesting ways of catching a chill.

Oh. Well you'll need some sort of a jacket then, perhaps?

Could you do me one to match this?

Yes, of course.

And, could you do this in white?

White?

I don't play tennis myself,

but everyone wears white at Ranley.

Which actually, is a splendid reason

for keeping it in blue.

So you would like this dress as well?

And something nice for Henley.

And some beach pyjamas for Le Touquet.

And if all that sounds rather functional,

you can do me something absolutely staggering for Ascot.

We'll talk about Queen Charlotte's ball nearer the time.

Would you like to do my wardrobe this season?

Well, yes.

Oh, I'm so sorry darling.

Have you been waiting long?

I did say half past.

How did you get on?

Fine. I think I've just made two girls very happy.

I just couldn't believe it

when she said we could do the whole lot.

I mean, we just haven't done that sort of thing before.

Have you any idea what's involved

in a whole season's outfits?

Our rent, their wages, and some money in the bank.

Philistine.

The thing is, she's no nice.

I mean, friendly and all that.

Well that's usually the way, i'nt it.

The higher up they are, the less side there is too them.

Ah, there speaks the voice of experience.

Well I see 'em 'ere don't I?

Some of 'em might have the money,

but they've no manners to speak of.

Her and the Princess Royal are like that, they are.

But you wouldn't know it to talk to 'er!

We're sewing for Royalty.

You would think that, wouldn't you Tilly.

They're friends of Royalty. Just friends.

Well, they must be very good friends.

After all, she's going to Royal Wedding.

Oh don't, I've gone all funny at the thought.

Actually, I'm not sure I approve

of all this gossiping about the clients.

Well, we're not saying anything nasty!

No, but still.

We're all just excited Bea, there's no harm in it.

What are you thinking about?

Nothing.

Why do you torment me all the time?

Have you told Beatrice about Paris, yet?

No, I haven't yet. Not that simple.

She's my guardian, I can't just tell her.

I have to ask.

So, when are you going to ask?

Soon.

I promise.

Be patient.

I really want to go to Paris with you.

But just let me choose the moment, all right?

So you don't mind if I recommend you to Nancy?

It won't make too much work for you?

Of course not.

She did so admire the dress I wore to the wedding.

No, it's most kind of you. Thank you.

Not at all.

I'm just terribly impressed

at the way you two have built up this business from nothing.

Thank you.

Against all the odds, as far as I can see.

Well, it hasn't been too bad.

I don't believe that.

Well, perhaps.

Pip says, it's all to do with passion and commitment.

Rather like a good marriage.

And I think I agree with him,

it certainly shows in your work.

Your husband's in mining I gather?

Oh down mines, if he gets half the chance.

Never happier than when he's up to his eyes in hot dirt,

inventing bizarre new ways

for making two tunnels meet in the middle, or whatever.

And is your husband in England at the moment?

Arrived back from South Africa last week.

He's moaning about the weather, already.

But it hasn't been too bad?

No, of course it hasn't.

The truth is, he hates the season so much,

he'll moan about anything!

I'm sure that's not true.

No. He just can't help saying what he thinks,

that's all.

He's very straightforward. Rather like you.

So. What do you think?

Needs a lot of work doing to it.

Well I know that.

I mean, do you think you can help me find someone

to paint the mission?

I daresay Hugo would do it, as a favour.

You all right, old thing?

No, I've had a long and tiring day,

and if I don't get a cup of tea this minute, I shall-

Come on. Tell big brother all about it.

Don't patronise me!

I've been patronised up to here all week,

-and I am sick of it! -Sorry.

I've worked hard for this hall, Jack.

I have bullied, pleaded.

I've pulled every string I could lay my hands on.

I've listened to fat, pompous, Bishops.

Droning on about the saintliness of charity,

and generosity of the soul.

And it's a pit!

It's still a place you didn't have before.

Yes, I know.

It will get better.

It's just so much more work to be done,

and I am so tired.

Come on.

Where to Jack? I've got so much more work to do.

Yes, well. You can do it after we've had that cup of tea.

And a bun.

You can never be charitable on an empty stomach.

-Hello. -Hello.

Did you have a nice time?

Gorgeous. We rode all the way from Henley to Taplow.

It was beautiful.

Well fresh air must agree with you,

you've gone quite pink.

Well, we had a glass of wine at dinner.

Where did you go?

Oh, just a little place in Maidenhead.

You don't mind, do you?

About you drinking wine,

or you out with Sebastian in the first place?

Bea.

It's all right, I'm not going to go on at you.

But you know I don't particularly trust him.

He's terribly nice, honestly.

If you say so.

Beatrice. You know I said that, um,

Sebastian was a pilot.

I seem to remember the subject

coming up once or twice, yes.

Well, he-

He flies to Paris quite often.

How nice for him.

Yes.

Well, he's asked me

if I'd like to go to Paris with him,

to stay for the weekend.

And what did you say?

Well, I said I'd have to ask you first.

Quite right.

It would be terribly respectable, Bea.

Absolutely proper, no nonsense.

Phoebe, how serious are you about Sebastian?

Serious?

Not at all.

Are you sure?

I would hardly be going out with Hugo,

if I was serious about Sebastian,

now would I?

Well how serious are you about Hugo, then?

I'm not serious about anybody, Bea.

I'm just having a lovely time,

in the company of several very nice people,

that's all.

Hmm.

But I would like to go to Paris.

Yes, so would I.

How does that feel in the arms, now?

Hmm. Perfect.

Right. If you could just bear with me,

while I take these pins out.

No, it's all right. Don't rush.

What time is your husband calling for you?

Oh, any minute now.

He'll just have to wait, that's all.

Well, I'll just re-cut along those pins,

and that should do it.

And are you going somewhere nice?

Mm, Gloucestershire.

We move to the country every summer.

Sometimes, I think it's the only way I can bribe my husband

to tear himself away from The Veld at all.

Loves taking the boys riding.

Oh, is that the silk for Queen Charlotte's?

Not only that.

Evie's friend Hugo introduced to this man,

who makes of all things, chandeliers.

He sold us his crystals. We've had them made into beads.

Oh, how clever!

Captain White. I believe my wife is here.

Come in, sir.

Oh good afternoon, Captain White.

Mrs White won't be a moment.

Tilly, could you just tell Mrs White

her husband is here?

Please, do sit down.

Philip, darling. You're always so punctual.

It really is most annoying.

Now, would the 14th be convenient

for your next appointment, Mrs White?

What? That'd be fine.

11 o'clock?

Goodbye Mrs White, please excuse me.

11 o'clock will suite me perfectly, Evangeline.

Right. Thank you.

Hello.

Hello, darling.

All right?

No, not really.

What's the matter?

Business. I seem to be out of fashion.

I was all the rage for a couple of years.

Now, obviously, someone else is.

Well can't you do something about it?

I suppose so. Suddenly, all seems so damn fatuous.

Well, I won't argue with that.

Anyway, what do you want?

What do you mean, what do I want?

It's the only reason you ever come round here.

Well, as a matter of fact, you're right.

I want...

Six pounds, ten shillings, and six pence.

What on earth for?

-Plumbing. -I beg your pardon?

Plumbing. One gentleman's convenience,

one ladies convenience,

and the odds and ends of piping, to make it all work.

Pen, I'm sorry. I can't help you.

Rubbish.

I've just had to sack my secretary

because I can't afford to keep her.

I'm flat broke.

Broke?

I don't know how you can even

use that word with a straight face!

You've got a studio.

A flat somewhere else.

You've got rooms full of equipment.

You have heating, lighting. Three meals a day.

Six pounds to you means

cheaper champagne for a month, that's all.

How dare you!

Steady on, old thing.

What is all this?

It's what I have been reduced to, that's what.

What everybody who was involved in the mission

has been reduced to.

Just scrounging favours from friends and relatives,

for even the most basic amenities.

I just thought that you might like to provide the plumbing.

Well, all right. Anything for a quiet life.

Six pounds what?

Ten shillings, and six pence.

Tell me, Bea. I might be able to help.

Evie, didn't you recognise him?

-Who? -Captain White.

It's Philip.

Oh, not your Philip.

Oh Bea, not the one you were going to marry?

The man I would have married, if father hadn't-

If father hadn't what?

Well, he stopped it. He forbade us seeing each other.

Oh, don't you remember the rows we had?

I was only young.

Why didn't he want you to marry him?

I don't know. And I never saw him again!

And he promised faithfully he would write, and he never did.

Hey.

Were you very much in love?

He's the only man I've ever loved.

Evie, we made-

Together, you know?

You see, I really believed that we were going to be married!

Oh Bea, Bea. Shh.

And now he's come back, Evie.

I can't face him again!

Shh. Shh. Shh.

Jack?

Come on through.

Oh, what's this?

Another film masterpiece?

Yep. I'm the master, and the film's in pieces.

And which one's this?

The one about the maiden that goes mad,

and does things with rat poison.

The one that'll hopefully open the doors

to a film studio for you?

Yep. And the one with which

I've had just about enough for today.

Trouble with you and me Hugo,

is we've both become unpleasantly cynical in our old age.

It's one of the things that I most admire

about Evangeline Eliot, actually.

Her complete lack of any kind of cynicism.

Nothing to do with her bright eyes then, I suppose.

And those, of course.

Actually, it's rather why I'm here.

I was wondering,

whether you and I might trot across the corridor,

and try and persuade the Madame Eliot

to come and join us for a bite of supper.

I'd rather not, if it's all the same to you old chap.

Although you're welcome to stay

and have a drink here, if you like.

Are we out of favour?

No, I'm out of pocket.

I had to pay off my secretary rather handsomely.

I've also had to buy two public conveniences,

plus piping.

Whatever for?

Not sure.

Seemed a good idea at the time.

Jack, Jack. The road to hell is paved,

not with good intentions,

but with things that seemed like a good idea at the time.

I can stand being broke, Hugo.

And I can stand listening to your art school philosophy.

What I can't stand, is being sober at the same time.

Evie, you promised you'd ask Beatrice.

I know.

-I did try to ask her. -And?

And, nothing really.

She didn't say yes, or no.

Sebastian, don't be cross.

It's terribly difficult.

Apart from anything else,

Bea and I planned a trip to Paris ourselves,

which didn't happen in the end.

Even if she didn't mind about you and I,

she's bound to feel a little hurt

-I'd be going without her. -Yes.

What do you mean by that?

Nothing. It's just that it's starting to sound

as if you don't really want to go.

That's not true!

I do want to be with you.

I've made all the arrangements, Evie.

I reserved you a seat on the plane. Everything.

Please, understand Sebastian.

Bea's going through a difficult time-

I'm not interested in Beatrice!

I'm interested in you.

Ask her, or don't ask her.

Make your own mind up, for once.

Just come.

Right, I'll be off now.

Unless you want me to help you finish up in here?

No, no Madge. You go off home.

I'll finish. Thank you.

Oh, who's that at this time?

Captain White.

-It's Captain White! -What?

He'd like a word.

Yes, well show him through, Madge.

In 'ere?

I'm far too busy to stop what I'm doing.

Hello, Beatrice.

Your bill, sir.

I just don't know where I am with you half the time.

In a tea shop?

Don't you care how I feel, at all?

Of course I do.

I just don't like talking about it, all the time.

Oh I'm sorry, I don't mean to bore you.

Sebastian. Let's not spoil the day with rows.

What do you want to do?

Why don't we go back to my flat?

Have some supper there later.

I don't think that's a very good idea, Sebastian.

All right.

I don't actually mind what we do,

as long as we can spend a bit more time together.

-Please, don't. -Don't what?

Be so intense, all the time.

Why not? I feel intense.

I know. Let's go and listen

to that new Dixie band at Ingrhams.

I'll teach you how to dance, come on.

Come on!

I don't mean angry, I'm sorry.

That wasn't the right word.

-I felt disappointed! -What?

I thought I knew you better than that.

I thought you'd stand up to your father,

instead of just letting everything go.

Philip, I didn't let anything go!

Beatrice, you didn't even answer my letters.

What letters?

Well, you didn't get them?

Beatrice, I wrote to you once a week,

'til I thought you didn't care!

Every time we moved camp,

I let you know where you could reach me.

You really didn't get any of them?

Beatrice, don't be angry with me,

I had no way of knowing.

Philip, I'm not angry with you.

Do you know what he did?

Do you know what my father did?

Every morning, I waited.

Every morning, I went into my father at breakfast,

and I would ask him if there was any post for me.

I can still see his patronising face.

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

I'm terribly sorry Beatrice. Not today.

I did warn you.

And he must have burnt them.

All these years I've thought, Philip-

And he destroyed them!

I'm so sorry, I'm behaving stupidly.

Would it be better if I left?

No. No, I'm all right now.

Philip, did you hate me terribly?

At first, yes.

There I was in Africa, only there because of you.

I can't say I didn't feel bitter.

Sometimes, I thought it had all been an elaborate plan

to get rid of me.

Well you weren't far wrong there, were you.

And Sarah?

I met her 11 years ago.

I'd been working on a government project

and came back to this country to make my report.

Met her at one of these dreadful reception affairs.

She was beautiful, I-

I was lonely.

There must have been more to it than that?

Yes.

There was.

She was strong.

Clever.

Amusing.

Stood out a mile from every other woman in the room.

Did you love her?

-I still do. -Good.

I mean that, Philip.

From the moment I met Sarah, I liked her enormously.

I couldn't have wished-

Thank you.

Very well, I'll meet you in the White Horse

in half an hour's time.

It's not my company you want at all, is it Hugo?

I'll go and ask them if they'd like to come for a drink.

See you later.

It just didn't happen, that's all.

I was too busy looking after father, and Evie.

Running the house.

And I never had the chance to meet anyone,

let alone fall in love.

Do you know what hurts most?

I've felt enormous resentment of my father since he died.

I've felt anger, and bitterness.

But I've never really hated him.

Until tonight.

It's a terrible feeling, Philip.

I hate him, for making me hate him.

Does that make sense?

Yes, of course.

Beatrice, I-

-Oh. -Yes?

Erm. I just wondered if you and Evie

would like to come for a drink,

with Hugo and me. That's all.

No, thank you.

No. Well, I'm sorry to interrupt.

Good night.

I'd better go. You're reputation.

Yes.

Philip, did you tell Sarah you were coming here?

Yes. I told her I was going to settle accounts

on my way to the club.

Well you've certainly done that.

I meant financially.

You'd better write me a cheque, then.

That's the amount owed so far.

-May I see you again? -What?

Meeting you after all this time,

there's so much to say.

-Philip, I don't know, I- -Please.

Yes.

Yes, all right.

Leave a message at my club.

Thank you.

Why shouldn't Bea have a gentleman visit to the house?

She shouldn't have.

I'm just saying I didn't expect her to, that's all.

Stop moping about it, for goodness sake.

You don't have any understanding with her, do you.

Oh don't be ridiculous.

I'm not. Look at Evie and me.

She's obviously out with somebody else tonight.

Do you hear me droning on about it?

Only because I haven't given you the chance.

Nonsense. I realise she's a free agent, that's all.

She's not committed to me in any way, nor I to her.

And that's precisely the way it ought to be.

Who are you trying to convince.

Me, or you?

Nobody, I'm just saying.

Thank you.

I worry about her, Jack.

She's young. Naive. Impressionable.

I wouldn't like to see her falling into bad company.

-Like your own? -No.

Oh Hugo, you are a hypocrite.

For all your spouting, you're just jealous.

Is that a crime?

No it's not. But it is very irritating.

Especially as you seem to spend most of your time

pretending to be some sort of artistic evangelist.

Trouble is, old son, Evie is young and naive.

She's quite likely to believe you.

I care a great deal for Evie.

I'm glad to hear it, because if you hurt her,

you'll have me to answer to.

I thought I'd better knock this time.

I didn't want to interrupt anything.

Well no, you weren't.

I was only doing some paperwork.

Only, I saw the lights on.

You know, single women. On their own.

In a house where people come and go as they please.

Including you, it seems.

Beatrice, I was worried about you.

No you weren't.

You came over here to check up on me.

To see if my visitor was still here.

Well go on, have a good look.

See if he's in the work room, hiding under the bench.

Don't be absurd.

I'm entitled to have visitors, you know Jack.

I don't have to explain myself to anyone,

least of all to you.

I'm not asking you to.

Then why are you here?

Because it's late, I-

I don't like to see you working so hard.

Rubbish.

Hello. What's everyone doing around here?

And what time of night do you call this?

About a quarter to 12, actually.

I shouldn't bother. I don't think she's in the mood.

Evie, where have you been?

You know perfectly well, I've been out with Sebastian.

'Til this hour?

You have no idea, do you.

Gadding about at 'til all hours, with young men.

Have you no thought at all for your reputation?

I have every thought for it, Bea.

Which is precisely why I'm here just before midnight,

as opposed to just before breakfast.

Now I don't know what it is that's upsetting you,

and you're obviously not in the mood to tell me.

But whatever it is, don't take it out on me.

Er, shall I bank Captain White's cheque,

while I'm in the high street?

Well he hasn't paid already, has he?

Well he said he was here to settle up,

when he came round the other night.

-Bea? -Yes?

Er, just wondering if I ought to bank

Captain White's cheque?

Yes, if you like. It's in the drawer.

Oh. Thank you, Madge.

Right. Shan't be long.

Evie, you'll never guess.

No I probably won't.

I have just received an invitation from Aunt Lydia.

Aunt Lydia?

She would like the pleasure of my company,

for drinks the evening.

Without me?

Now Evie, don't be jealous.

Well. You're not going to go, are you?

Why not?

She obviously wants some sort of reconciliation.

Well, you've changed.

Well you can't hold grudges forever, you know.

You simply cannot imagine how gratifying it is, Beatrice.

To see all one's expectations, so happily fulfilled.

Good.

A great many of my friends

do seem to be wearing your creations, these days.

Well, we do try to keep busy.

Well you do have help, I understand?

You've taken on more girls?

That's right. We've an excellent head seamstress.

Her name is Madge.

Actually Beatrice, that brings me rather neatly

to the reason for our little tête-à-tête.

Oh yes?

I've been having the most invigorating

clear out of my wardrobe.

And I wondered if there were any items

you might be interested in.

What for?

Your work room girls, Beatrice.

They might be very grateful

for some good quality, winter things.

Well that's very kind of you, Aunt Lydia.

But they're very adept at making their own things.

Well, they might even be offended, if I were to offer.

Oh dear. I should have thought of that.

On the other hand,

Penelope Maddox could use them at her mission.

-Mission? -Yes.

She helps run a mission for the homeless,

in the East End.

Then that's what I shall do.

Hello. I'm sorry I'm late.

That's all right.

We met some friends of Hugo's after the concert,

and decided to go for supper.

I should have telephoned, but-

It doesn't matter.

You're not cross?

No. Why should I be?

How's Hugo?

Never mind Hugo.

I'd like to know what happened at Aunt Lydia's.

It was actually quite sad.

I get the feeling that she's been totally isolated,

since Arthur's trial.

And I think she see's us, as some strange sort of way,

back to life as it used to be.

Trouble is, I see her

as some strange way back to life as it used to be.

And I don't like it one little bit.

Come on Evie, have a little generosity.

Well, I'd like to talk about going to Paris.

Paris?

We spoke about it, once before.

About Sebastian taking me to Paris, for the weekend.

You mean you were serious?

Yes, of course I was.

Well don't be ridiculous, Evie.

It's out of the question!

Bea, you-

A young, unmarried, 20 year old girl

cannot possibly go to Paris unchaperoned with a young man.

It simply isn't done. It wouldn't be proper.

Oh. I see.

But it's perfectly proper for a middle-aged spinster

to entertain married men, alone, at night, at work, is it?

Evie, that is not fair!

I know it's not fair!

Father did it to you, and now you're doing it to me.

You may have paid the price for father's problems, Bea.

But don't you dare expect me to pay the price for yours.

Go to your room!

Very well.

All these, and the clothes as well.

What a trooper you are, Lady Eliot.

Well, I spoke to Lady Burgoyne on the telephone,

and she did say that cooking utensils were a priority.

I shall jolly well say so.

Well, come on in.

Mind your feet!

Lady Elliot. Why, how good to see you here.

-Pots. -How splendid.

One does what one can.

If I can be of any other assistance,

you know you only have to ask.

Your eyes see work today.

Well are you free, right now?

Ah. Well yes, I suppose I am.

How splendid.

You see we've been given this marvellous kitchen range,

which we can't possibly use

until it's been scrubbed from top to bottom.

So, if you bring these lovely pots along.

And I'll show you where it is.

So, it was your fault

that we're dining without Beatrice, mm?

Mm. I'm afraid so.

We haven't spoken for a couple of days now.

I was just so angry about that Paris business.

I just opened my mouth,

and heard all these vile words coming out.

It's er, probably a silly question,

but have you thought of apologising?

Of course I have.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Well, when you apologise.

Were you thinking,

if I say sorry, she'll let me go to Paris.

Or where you thinking,

I'll say sorry because I'm behaving like a spoiled child?

You're spoiling my dinner.

You're right, of course.

I just wish I could stop wanting to go to Paris.

You and Beatrice are too good a partnership

to waste on something like this.

You sort things out with her first,

and I'll think about the other business.

Well, it's what Godfather's are for.

Come in.

Hello, can I come in?

-How was dinner? -Fine.

Desmond was sorry you weren't there.

Hm.

I was sorry you weren't there.

Bea, I can't go on like this.

I know it's all been entirely my fault.

If there was any way I could turn the clock back, I would.

Bea, please forgive me.

You're the last person in the world I'd want to hurt.

Evie, don't sniff. Use a handkerchief.

I haven't got one.

I'm sorry.

-It's all right. -It isn't.

I knew how you were feeling,

and I deliberately used it against you.

But I used how I was feeling against you, remember?

I was just upset that-

That Madge knew Philip was here, and I didn't.

And I was upset, because you're young and pretty.

That's even worse.

Evie, nothing happened between Philip and I, that night.

You don't have to tell me if it did.

It's nobodies business, but yours.

But it is, Evie.

It's mine, and Philips.

And Sarah Whites'.

If we can just reach a decision about the colour,

then we're almost finished.

There's no hurry, Beatrice.

I'm only meeting Pip for lunch.

No. I thought Captain White hated to be kept waiting.

He does normally.

He's been much better, lately.

Hardly seems to notice.

Oh, yes?

Yes, it's strange.

He's deep in his own thoughts, most of the time.

There's obviously something very difficult on his mind.

Perhaps he has a problem with his work.

Perhaps. I shouldn't have thought so, though.

He usually discusses those with me.

Yes, yes. That's the one.

Then again, maybe it's just that he's missing Africa.

What do you think?

About what?

About Pip.

Well, yes. I think he's probably just missing Africa.

Yes.

You may not ever need

the loan facility, of course.

But it's always a good idea to have it in place,

in case the need should ever arise.

No, you're absolutely right, Desmond.

Ah, tell me.

How are-

How are things between you and your sister?

Fine.

It was all a horrid, spiteful squabble

that should never have started in the first place.

However, it's all over and forgiven.

On both sides.

I should think so too.

Er, Beatrice.

Evie has been telling me

about this Paris adventure she was planning.

No, you hear me out.

I've had an idea.

Rose lives in Paris now, you know.

Your Rose?

Mm hmm. Her husband has got a posting

at the French Foreign Office.

They have a place just off the Faubourg, Saint-Honore.

Yes?

If Evie agreed to stay with them,

would you consider agreeing to let her go?

How would Rose feel about that?

Well, I'm sure she'd be delighted with the company.

She'd make an excellent chaperone.

Well, it's a thought.

It's a very good thought.

Do I have an option?

Beatrice. There are always options.

Oh, isn't it exciting!

You'll love it, Evie.

Paris at this time of year, it's just magic.

I will be staying just near the Faubourg, Saint-Honore.

Do you know where that is?

Er, is that right bank, parallel to the river?

Haven't a clue.

All I know is that is where everybody is.

Everybody, who?

Worth, Poiret, Vionnet, Callot Soeurs.

All the designers are there.

Or, near there.

Evie, there is more to Paris than just fashion, you know.

I do know.

Modrian's exhibiting there at the moment.

Paul Klee's been hung all over the place.

Go up to Sacré-Coeur, Montmartre.

See what's going on on the pavement, for heavens sake.

-It's all so exciting! -Mm.

Anyway, I thought you liked abstract art?

I do. But I doubt very much

if Sebastian's going to find it terribly amusing.

You didn't tell me he was going with you.

Oh I did, didn't I?

I told you he was a pilot.

Well, yes. But-

He's just reserving a seat on his plane, that's all.

I'll be staying with my Godfather's daughter.

It's all terribly proper, Hugo.

Sebastian and I will mainly

be keeping company for a few days, that's all.

You don't mind, do you?

No, of course not.

Are you sure?

Mm. It's terribly tedious,

going round the galleries on one's own.

You're not even a tiny bit jealous?

No. When do you have to be there?

The day after tomorrow.

Right. You tell me what time,

and I'll drive you to the Aerodrome.

-Really? -Really.

Now, does that sound like a jealous man?

I can't tell you how pleased I am, Beatrice.

You and Evangeline have done a wonderful job.

Thank you. There. That's it.

Would you take those to the motorcar,

and wait for me.

There. I think you'll find that's correct.

Thank you.

Is it too early to make an appointment

for the winter season, yet?

Or would you feel happier

if I went to another establishment, altogether?

I would prefer to continue as one of your clients.

But I do appreciate how difficult it must be for you.

And I have no wish to cause you any kind of embarrassment.

Sarah.

I don't know what to say.

Philip is a very special man, Beatrice.

And I am fortunate enough to enjoy

a very close, and happy marriage with him.

Oh why, no it must look odd from the outside,

but it bothers neither of us.

I've always known there was someone

important in his life, before me.

I just didn't know who it was.

Oh, he hasn't betrayed you!

Beatrice, he wouldn't.

No. I guessed, that day he came to collect me.

The look on your face.

I'm sorry.

There's no need to apologise

for something that's not your fault.

I'm not going to ask if you're still in love with him.

It serves not purpose, and besides.

I could hardly blame you if you were.

I am.

And seeing the woman you are,

I think I'd find it hard to blame him

for still being a little in love with you.

All I wish for, Beatrice, is no bad feeling.

Between any of us.

How do you feel?

Sarah. I look forward to seeing you in autumn.

I'm so glad.

Good day.

Are you sure you can take this much junk on an aeroplane?

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

Now, have you got your passport and your pocket book?

Yes, yes. Come on Bea, hurry up!

All right Evie, don't make so much noise.

I'm excited!

I wouldn't have guessed.

Go on. You'll be late.

Bless you Bea.

Drive carefully Hugo.

I will.

Hello. I'd like to speak to Captain Philip White, please.

Hugo, will this contraption go any faster?

What. Like this, you mean?

Yes, Hugo. Something like that.

I don't know what to do.

First time in my life.

Even when I thought it was over between you and I.

I may not have been happy,

but at least I knew what had to be done.

Whatever I thought you may have done to me.

Beatrice, I never stopped loving you.

When I fell in love with Sarah, it was different.

That's all.

She didn't replace you.

Did you ever really stop loving me?

No.

No, not really.

Come on.

Come on Evie, be fair.

It was your idea to try and break the land speed record.

All I said was can we go marginally faster

than a fat little snail.

I didn't expect you to explode the rotten thing.

It is not exploded.

All that's happened is,

the water in the cooling system has boiled dry.

Well what's the point in a cooling system that boils?

Evie. It's not that simple.

For pity's sake.

Just poor the water on, cool the beastly thing down,

and let's get going!

I can't poor cold water into a boiling radiator!

It'll crack the metal.

It's called differential contraction.

It would be.

-She knows about us, Philip. -What?

Sarah.

She knows about you and me.

Not then.

Now.

You told her?

I didn't need to.

She saw it for herself.

What did she say? Was she angry?

Angry, no. Not in the least.

Do you really know her so little, Philip?

I don't know anything, anymore.

Only that I love her.

And I still love you.

What is the hold up here?

We're supposed to take off in two minutes!

Yes I know.

I'm still waiting for one of the passengers to arrive.

Oh, for pity's sake.

Who is it? Someone special?

Well yes, rather.

Is it the king?

Uh, no.

Is it the Prime Minister?

No, but-

In that case, you take off in two minutes.

Good grief, Hugo.

We could have walked, and got there faster than this.

Keep calm.

I've said I'll get you to the aerodrome, and I will.

Yes, but when?

Is this Little Mitcham, or Long Mitcham?

Okay, two minutes. That's it, lets go.

Please, Roy.

I said go.

Look, a minute longer.

I'm sure she'll be here.

Look. If you don't take that plane up,

I'll get Ian Logan to take it.

And, all your other flights.

We never did say it properly last time, did we.

What?

Goodbye.

Goodbye Philip.

Take care.

I'm sorry, Evie.

Here.

Thank you.

Are you all right now?

Yes, thanks.

Are you?

Yes, thanks.

Oh, doesn't your beading

show up wonderful in the lights, Tilly.

What's that?

It's Mrs White in our dress.

The Georgette in crystal.

Oh, don't they make a handsome couple?

Tilly? Put that silly thing down,

and answer the door!

Madge, Miss Bothie will be here at any moment.

Please make sure the fitting rooms are sensible.

-Hello, Evie. -Hello.

Evie, can I have a word?

Of course.

Tilly, come and help Madge in the fitting room.

I'm sorry you were so disappointed yesterday.

It's of no consequence.

There will be other times.

Sebastian will be making the trip regularly.

Ah, well.

I really am most dreadfully sorry.

What's the matter?

Pilot Sebastian Pearce,

and two passengers were killed yesterday,

when their aeroplane-

Evie, you could have been on that plane!

Would have been in fact, if I-

If you, what?

Well if I hadn't, you know.

Stopped you.

You stopped me?

Well in your own best interests, Evie.

I'm afraid I lied to you as well.

I nobbled the old motor myself.

And rather lost our way on purpose.

It's just as well I did.

All things considered.

Get out.

-What? -Get out!

I think you better leave, Hugo.

Evie, I'm so sorry!

Are you?

You never really wanted me to catch that plane.

No, but I-

You put him up to it.

You told Hugo to make me miss that plane, didn't you?