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GlRL: Catch this one.

Cockles and mussels alive alive-o

- Butterfingers. - You made me miss it.

(Barrel organ starts up)

Come on. Throw it to me.

Here you are. Harder.

Higher this time, higher.

That's no good, silly. Watch me.

- Now look what you've done. - lt's your fault for not catching.

- Go and get it. - l daren't go down there.

Why not? The place belongs to your papa, doesn't it?

Yes, but you know l'm not allowed down there.

You can do anything you like on your birthday.

- You're afraid. - l'm not.

- Yes, you are. - l am not.

There.

Well, anyway, you're afraid to look inside.

You're a cowardy, cowardy custard.

All right.

WOMAN: Well, l'll be...

Look what's here.

Hello, duckie. What do you want?

- Nothing, thank you. - Then take it and hop it.

Shut up. Come in, dearie, and have a sweetie.

Ooh, thank you. lt's my birthday today.

ls it?

- You'd better have two. - Ooh, thank you. l'll keep one for Lucy.

- Who's Lucy? - She's my friend. She's very pretty.

Fanny's gone down there and she hasn't come back.

Papa is giving me a hoop.

lt's supposed to be a surprise but l peeped into the cupboard.

Fanny? Miss Fanny?

What are you doing? You know you're not allowed down here.

Upstairs with you. Go on.

Go on, duckie, do as you're told.

You tell her ma to look after her better.

She's too nice to go poking her nose into places like this.

Go on. Up them stairs.

- Was there a ghost? - No, silly.

Only an old woman scrubbing a floor and two ladies with dressing gowns on. Actresses.

- How do you know? - They told me.

Look, the fair lady gave me these.

- Who gave you them there goodies? - The pretty lady down there.

- Don't you dare to eat 'em. - Why not, Chunks?

- They may be poisoned. - Oh.

Now, if l dies a violent death, it's poisoned.

lf l don't...it ain't.

(Crunches)

lt ain't.

- Buy yourself some more. - Thank you, Chunks.

Up with you to your ma. Go on. Don't let me catch you down there again.

- lsn't it wonderful? Nine candles. - l shall have ten on mine.

You can't. You'll only be nine.

lt's not fair, your always being older than me.

Anyway, my cake'll be bigger.

(Laughs) You'll get on in life, Lucy.

(Door opens) - Papa!

And how's the birthday girl, hm?

Hello, Mr Hopwood. How do you like my new sash?

Oh, very nice.

Can't stop long. We're very busy.

The kettle's just boiling. Sit down, all of you.

One, two, three, four...

..and one for the pot.

A gentleman to see you, ma'am. A Mr Seymore.

- Where have you put him, Mary? - ln the morning room, ma'am.

l'm sorry, Lucy, you'll have to wait for your tea. Fanny, you come with me.

- Why? - Go with your mother, Fanny.

- Come along, dear. - Who is Mr Seymore?

How's business, Mr Hopwood?

Not so bad, Lucy, not so bad.

What's that place you've got called The Shades?

(Drops knife)

- Eh? - The Shades.

l took you at your word, you see.

So this is Fanny.

- She does you credit, ma'am. - Thank you.

Fanny?

- l don't suppose you remember me. - No, sir.

Mr Seymore's been in foreign parts.

- With black people, sir? - (Laughs) Well, no, not exactly.

How do you like your school, my dear?

- Well... - l think she likes her lessons, don't you?

- l don't like arithmetic. - Neither did l.

Come and see my birthday cake.

Thank you for your invitation but l'm afraid l can't.

Won't you stay and have tea with us?

Much as l'd like to, l have a meeting with my chief.

They say you'll be prime minister one of these days.

You mustn't believe all you read in the newspapers.

l hoped it was true.

lt'd make it all seem more worthwhile.

l've brought you a birthday present. May l give it her?

Of course.

Aren't you going to say thank you?

Ooh, thank you.

When you're older, wear it sometimes and think of the giver.

Yes.

Well, goodbye, Mrs Hopwood.

Remember me to your husband, won't you?

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

When l drive in Hyde Park, all the common people will get up on their seats and watch me.

Papa, look what the gentleman gave me.

Oh, very pretty. Mm.

Lucy, look, isn't it wonderful?

Quite nice.

When l'm a famous actress, l shall have lots and lots of jewellery.

- Much better than that. - l don't want anything better.

Now for tea.

Oh, look.

Don't the candles look lovely?

Yes.

l bet you can't blow...

Lucy tells me Fanny's been straying into The Shades after her ball.

She's growing up. We'll have to send her away to school.

l suppose so.

Come on, then, Fanny. All out at one blow.

One, two, three, blow!

- Pretty? - You've done it beautifully, Lucy.

We must hurry.

She oughtn't to be long now.

Chunks.

One lump for luck, to give Miss Fanny a warm welcome on her return after all these years.

(Horse pulls up outside)

- That'll be her! - Must be. ls it?

- Yes, it's her! - lt is! Come on, Chunks.

- How much? - Half a crown and threepence for the basket.

Here's three shillings. You can keep the change.

Thank you, missy. (Spits) l'll give you a hand for that.

Are you just home for the holidays?

Home for good. Left school today.

ls that so? Just beginning life, as you might say.

Yes. lsn't it wonderful?

Fanny?

Lucy!

BOTH: How you've grown!

And Chunks. You haven't changed at all.

A little bit older, miss. l'll go and tell your pa.

Mama!

Let me look at you.

How pale you are.

lt's a good thing l have come home to look after you.

We've got a lovely supper waiting for you.

Oh, happy birthday.

Dear me, with all the excitement l forgot.

Many happy returns of the day, darling.

- Thank you, mama. - Come on.

Sir John's compliments, sir. Will you take a glass of sherry with him?

- Delighted. Sir John. - Hopwood.

Miss Fanny's arrived, sir.

- Good. l'll come straight up. - Right, sir.

Ah, Hopwood.

l want to take a friend down to The Shades.

ls he safe, my lord?

As a church.

l'll take you down.

- My word. - Thank you.

Cancan

My word!

Hello, darling.

- Good evening, Hopwood. - An honour to have you with us.

- Won't you join us? - My regret, sir. l've a family celebration tonight.

- My daughter's come home from school. - Daughter, eh?

l didn't know you had one.

l'll wager Hopwood doesn't put his precious daughter in the business.

1 7, 1 8, 1 9 candles. lsn't that wonderful?

l'm only 1 8, and l'm going to stay 1 8 for years and years and years.

- Oh, Papa. - Sorry, my dear.

l was kept downstairs.

- Very pretty. - lt's my first really grown-up gown.

- And my hair's up too. Look. - My hair's been up for years.

Very nice.

How does it feel to be let loose from Miss Kennedy's seminary?

Wonderful. lt's lovely to be home. l never want to leave it again.

- Happy birthday, my darling. ALL: Happy birthday.

- Many of them, l say. - Thank you, Chunks.

- l'll get back to work. - Thank you, Chunks.

My love?

- What are you going to do now you're home? - l haven't really thought yet.

l'm not good at anything really, only sewing.

Are you still going on the stage?

Yes. Papa's tried to stop me but l talked him round. l always can.

l quite agree with your father.

lt's not nice for a young lady to parade herself before a gaping audience.

Oh, he squeezed me in the hansom cab as we trotted round the park

Oh, that naughty man from Delhi

By his manner we could tell he...

Was out for a real good lark

Tra la la

And he kissed me in the Argyle Rooms

ln the corner, in the dark

He was quite the wicked pasha

Oh, my goodness! What a masher

And out for a real good lark

Tra la la

And out for a real good lark

(Shouting) - Please kindly keep your voice down, will you?

What's going on out there?

l will not stand for this.

- Come on. - Fetch Mr Hopwood, James.

- Get out of my way. - Sorry, my lord. Mr Hopwood's orders.

Are you going to get out of my way or aren't you?

Sorry, my lord.

Stop that! You're breaking my arm!

(Shrieking)

Aargh!

l had to keep on telling him to leave go of my hand

Oh, that dirty lad from Delhi

By his manner we could tell he...

Was out for a real good lark

Tra la la

Was out for a real good lark

- Fetch a doctor. - l tried to stop him, sir.

Ah, the great man himself.

What are Mr Hopwood's orders?

l must ask you to leave, my lord.

Not until l'm ready.

And you.

Well, that's that.

Not if l know Manderstoke, it isn't.

Call a cab for his lordship, Chunks.

Don't imagine l shall forget this, Hopwood.

About my servant, my lord.

Since you claim to be a gentleman, you will no doubt settle his doctor's bill.

For the future, kindly remember l do not allow my premises to be used by drunken bullies.

Come on, Bill! Here's a fight!

Toffs, too.

That's right, governor. Thrash him one.

(Shouts of encouragement)

(Screams)

You've killed him.

lt isn't true. He meant to kill my father, l saw it.

He knew the cab was there.

That will do.

We've already heard evidence on that point.

You ask the court to believe you knew nothing about what went on

in the downstairs part of your father's business?

Known only too appropriately as The Shades.

Yes, l've told you. l'd only just returned from boarding school that day.

What about the holidays? Surely a woman of your age must have noticed something.

l didn't go home for the holidays.

My mama always took me to the country or the sea.

That will do.

- Yes, but l... - That will do.

JUDGE: You have heard the evidence about this distressing affair

and it is to be deplored that a gentleman of Lord Manderstoke's position

has been involved in these unhappy proceedings.

l hope that the gentlemen of the press will see to it that his name is not mentioned.

The evidence clearly shows that William Hopwood

was the proprietor of what l can only describe as a place of dubious reputation.

Though it is beyond my province,

l suggest that it would not be inappropriate if the police took steps to close the premises.

WOMAN: Woe unto him who looketh upon the wine when it is red,

for he shall be in danger of hell fire.

Accursed be the publicans, and the sinners.

For it shall be said unto them,

''Go ye into the fires everlasting

where there shall be weeping and wailing.''

Won't they ever let us alone?

We must get away from here. Somewhere where nobody knows.

That's what l want to talk to you about.

You must get away.

- l shan't be coming with you. - Why?

Mama?

- No! - Ssh, my darling. Let me go on.

l've arranged somewhere for you to stay for a little while.

Until people forget.

ln the future, you must take the name of...Hooper.

My maiden name.

Go to 1 1 7 Belgrave Square

and ask for Mrs Heaviside.

She'll...

She'll take care of you.

l want to take care of you.

You must get well.

We'll go away somewhere together.

My darling, don't cry.

Don't make it harder for me.

Be a good girl.

Take care of yourself.

Don't make the mistake that l...

l feel so tired.

l think l might...

..sleep a little while.

Mama.

Cheer up, Miss Fanny.

Yes, Chunks.

l suppose you don't know nothing about this place your mother sent you to.

No.

l expect it's all right, really.

l expect so.

Well?

Can l see Mrs Heaviside, please?

Servants' entrance, if you please.

That'll do, George. l think l know what this is about.

l'm Mrs Heaviside.

l'm Fanny Hop... Hooper.

- My mama told me... - Yes, yes. l know. Come you in.

And you too, my good man.

How much higher is it?

As near heaven as you'll ever get, l've no doubt.

ln you go. This is your room.

lt ain't half a weight.

Get along with you, a great creature like you.

Take your things off, say your goodbyes, then come down to my room for some tea.

Yes, ma'am. Which is your room, ma'am, please?

You've got a tongue in your head, haven't you?

See you go out by the servants' entrance, my man.

Old faggot.

lf it wasn't for what your mother said before she was took, l wouldn't let you stay.

Oh, Miss Fanny, l've writ you down my new address.

Joe Boggs.

Jolly Bargee, River Row, lslington.

Joe Boggs.

What a lovely name. ls it really yours?

Chunks to you, miss, same as always.

- What's the Jolly Bargee? - lt's just a pub l've bought out of my savings.

Nothing swanky, just cosy like, you know.

What l want to tell you, miss, is...

Yes, Chunks?

Well, if you're ever in a pickle, and they're not kind to you here,

you come along to the Jolly Bargee to me, you see?

- Thank you, Chunks. - That's all right.

l'll be off now, dearie.

Mind what l say.

lf you're ever in trouble, you come to me.

Old Chunks, see?

Keep smiling.

Mrs Heaviside's room, if you please.

(Knocks)

Oh, l beg your pardon.

l was told that this was Mrs Heaviside's room.

Come in, Fanny.

Don't you remember me?

No, sir.

Oh, yes, l do.

You're the gentleman who gave me this.

You've got a good memory.

l doubt if l'd have recognised you so quickly.

Mr Seymore?

- What are you doing here? - l live here.

- Oh. - Now, sit down, my dear.

l want to talk to you.

Fanny, l don't know how to begin to tell you this.

l promised your mother...

William Hopwood was not your father.

What are you saying?

Of course he was my father!

No, dear.

Please listen to what l have to say.

lt was all so long ago.

So much has happened since.

Mary...your mother...and l fell in love.

l think we believed that we'd discovered love.

We were determined to marry.

Her father was a farmer on my father's estate.

There would be opposition, l knew, but it could be overcome.

My father was very clever about it, very reasonable.

All he asked was that l should go away for a year.

Then, if l still felt the same, he would give his consent.

He pulled strings and had me transferred abroad.

Your mother and l had just one week together before l went.

Remember, my dear, how young we were,

how very, very much in love.

When l came back, she was married.

You were a few months old.

My father had paid William Hopwood well to give you, as they put it, a name.

l'm sorry.

l'm sorry for both of you.

Thank you, my dear.

You are married now, aren't you?

Yes, many years after.

A wife my family approved of. She's away just now.

That's why l'm able to have you here until we find a suitable home for you.

l want you to rest and be quiet for a while.

Forget what you've been through.

(Door opens)

Here we are, my dears. A nice cup of tea.

lt's all right. l've told her.

Nanny knows our story. ln fact, it was her idea that you came here.

We thought you'd better be my niece from the country.

l don't want to be dependent on anybody.

l can earn my own living. l can sew...

And a very good idea, too. We're short of a girl in the sewing room.

You'll earn your keep, never fear.

There, now, if l haven't forgotten the sugar.

Run down to the larder and fetch it, dear, will you?

Down the stairs on the right and then left.

- Yes, Mrs Heaviside. - That's the girl.

And then come back and enjoy your tea.

Tears not far off.

But she's the right stuff, Mr Clive. She'll do.

There they are.

Fine sewing. Some people have got all the luck.

lndeed to goodness, yes.

Tell me, Kathleen, what do you do when a strange man makes sheep's eyes at you?

Och, l just toss my head at him, nonchalant.

But what if he speaks to you?

Sure, l'd give him a clout.

Oh.

Which would you rather have? A beard or a moustache?

Neither! l like them clean.

(Whistle call)

Oh, damn it.

Whatever do you want now?

Oh, to goodness. You don't say?

lt's Mistress Seymore returned home unexpected.

- Herself, begorra. - And her bed not made. What are we to do?

Oh! What a day!

Changing her mind all of a sudden, spending the night in London.

Packing all morning, travelling all afternoon.

Mon dieu, comme je suis fatigu�e.

Fair worn-out l am...

Who are you?

l'm helping with the fine sewing.

She's Mistress Heaviside's niece.

Not bad.

Go and get a tray for madame. Vite, vite.

l'm frightfully sorry. l'm much too busy.

Mon dieu. Come on.

- Who's that? - Miss Carver.

Mistress Seymore's personal maid.

l've got it, Kathleen.

WOMAN: Put it there.

No, no, no. lt lives there!

Carver! Carver, where on earth are you?

Carver!

Hello. And who may you be?

Only Hooper, ma'am.

Only Hooper? Just like that?

- What do you do? - Sewing, mostly.

- Who engaged you? - Mrs Heaviside.

Well, l'm Mrs Seymore, Only Hooper.

Come and help me out of these things. l like the look of you.

- But, ma'am, l... - l'll tell you what to do.

This way.

- Oh, that's lovely. First the pins. - Yes, madam.

Tell me about yourself.

Do you know, you've got the most attractive eyes?

l believe you're blushing.

You mustn't mind what l say, Only Hooper.

Nobody ever minds what l say.

- How old are you? - 1 9, ma'am.

Come. Brush my hair.

l wish l was 1 9.

No, l don't. l'd hate to be 1 9.

Have you a lover?

No, ma'am.

You soon will have with those eyes, l can tell you.

Give me the nail buffer. Thank you.

Hello, what are you doing home so early?

We didn't expect you back so soon, my dear.

Don't worry, l'm not staying. l'm off to the Hill-Morton's tomorrow.

l only rushed in for some clothes and some money.

A hundred should do.

By the way, this is Only Hooper. l found her in the sewing room.

l'm thinking of kidnapping her to help Carver keep me in order.

Fancy that old dragon Mrs Heaviside finding someone so attractive.

Now, don't forget the money.

Run away now. You know l don't like an audience when l dress.

- Shall we see you at dinner? - Hm? Possibly.

Go on brushing my hair, Hooper.

Watch Carver sulk when she sees you.

- Anything wrong, Carver? - No, madame, nothing at all.

l really think l will have to speak to Mrs Heaviside about you.

lf only to annoy Carver.

Stuff and nonsense. Madam will be gone tomorrow.

One night under the same roof won't kill either of them.

l suppose not.

- l wish... - What now?

Out with it.

They say blood is thicker than water.

Now, now, now, Mr Clive. Don't you start getting fond of her.

lf l only had other children...

So you should have. l have no patience with you.

Letting that butterfly wife of yours have it all her own way.

lf anyone else spoke to me as you do, Nanny...

l'd give them what for.

l know what l am going to do.

Take her to Orton. Give her a real holiday before she begins her new life.

- ls that wise, Mr Clive? - She's my daughter.

For a few weeks she shall live as my daughter.

l haven't had a holiday myself for years.

Don't spoil it, Nanny.

There. You see?

- Mate. - Oh.

Am l very stupid?

No. Chess is an old man's pastime.

You've done quite well for a beginner.

- Want some more port? - Mm.

You know, since l've brought you here,

you've given me more happiness than l thought l should ever enjoy again.

l've loved every moment of it.

When you came to Belgrave Square,

l thought of you as someone to whom l owed a responsibility.

But now l've got to know you better, you've become a person in your own right.

l'd like the whole world to know that you're my daughter.

Oh, no. That'd only make you unhappy.

You've been so good to me.

Good.

The only thing l can think of is to find you a husband really worthy of you.

l don't want a husband.

At least, not unless l could...

Unless what?

Unless l could tell him the truth.

The truth?

About us.

Oh, you nasty little brute! Go away!

Tommy? Tommy?

Ah-ha. Tommy, come on.

ls she your dog?

- He is. - Then you should make him behave better.

Look what he's done.

Oh, l'm terribly sorry. l had no...

Oh, l say. Not a very good swan, is it?

lt's a beautiful swan.

- Look at its neck. - What's the matter with its neck?

You must admit it looks rather like a hen or a goose.

(He laughs)

Please forgive us. Just this once.

Only on condition that you make her behave better in future.

lt's a he.

And on Tommy's behalf, l promise he'll never do it again.

Well, l must go now.

- Lovely day, isn't it? - Yes, lovely.

l always think the country looks best this time of year, don't you think so?

Yes, it does.

You're awfully lucky living in the country in this weather.

Do you live far from here?

Not far.

l'm thinking of spending my summer holidays down here.

- Perhaps we'll meet again. - l shall be gone by then.

Oh. Then you don't live here?

No.

Oh.

Well, l really must be going now.

l'm awfully sorry about the picture.

And it's a lovely swan.

Goodbye.

Tommy? Tommy!

(Whining)

Hello.

What are you doing here?

Come along. Come along.

Tommy. H Somerford.

1 Philimore Gardens, London.

So you're Tommy.

And he's H Somerford.

Come along, Tommy.

There's a good dog.

l imagine the PM will call an emergency cabinet meeting at once.

The opposition are out for our blood.

Any sign of weakness will give them the opportunity they want.

Still, they have a great respect for you, sir, since the Egyptian debate.

l hope so.

You'd better take those and wait for me in the carriage.

- l shall only be a few minutes. - Right, sir.

Look what l found in my room.

l've got to go back to London.

- Must you? - l'm afraid so.

l've had a message that makes it essential.

- Did he bring it? - Who, Harry? Yes.

- How horrid of him. - l don't think he's horrid at all.

As a matter of fact, Harry Somerford is about the best friend l've got.

Tommy? Tommy! Ah.

Come on, then.

Where've you been, you young scamp? Where've you been?

Goodbye, my child. Take great care of yourself.

You've grown very dear to me.

And so have you to me.

- Goodbye. - ls that all?

Father.

Thank you. l wanted to hear you call me that.

Oh, lovely.

This isn't, though. Came this morning.

Listen to this and tell me what in mercy's name l'm to do.

''Dear Heaviside, l am badly stranded.

That idiot Carver is ill.''

Unhealthy creature, always was.

''l must have someone, so come to my rescue like the dear old lifeboat you are.''

Lifeboat.

''And let me have that little niece of yours.

She seemed a nice child and will be better than no-one.''

The cheek of it.

- Mrs Heaviside. - There's worse to come.

''Send her as soon as you get this and l'll have her met at Clipston station.''

Not if l know it, she won't.

- Master Clive'd never forgive me. - Oh, dear.

lt would have to happen and the master away and all.

He'd have known what to do.

Mrs Seymore would think it odd if you didn't send your niece.

She'd never rest till she ferreted out the truth. She's like that.

Sweet as butter while things go right,

but cross her and she'll keep on the prowl till she gets you down.

- Then l shall go to Clipston. - No, no. l can't take the responsibility.

What Mr Clive would say, l don't know.

Don't you worry, Mrs Heaviside.

lf it'll help Mr Seymore for me to go to Clipston, l shall go to Clipston.

Be a love and help me get my things together.

One more. Tighter.

What a minute. l'll hold on to the post.

Now, pull.

That's it.

You've done my hair very nicely for a first time, Only Hooper. Very nicely indeed.

- Thank you, madam. - You're a very clever girl.

Do you know, you've become much prettier?

Must be the country air.

- Did you like Orton? - Very much, madam.

Did you? l always find it such a bore. Nothing on earth to do.

- l found plenty to do, madam. - Really? Such as?

Well, l went for walks in the woods.

l thought the garden was lovely.

l swam in the lake. Learnt to play chess.

Chess? Don't tell me old Heaviside plays chess.

l should have thought chess was more of a masculine game.

Would you step into this, madam?

Confess, Only Hooper. l believe you've got a secret lover.

- Oh, no, madam! - That's nothing to be ashamed of.

All pretty girls like you, or me, ought to have lovers.

ls he dark or fair?

Please, madam.

Very well. l won't tease you any more.

l want to look my best tonight.

ls it a special party, madam?

Yes, Only Hooper, a very special party.

Thank you.

Oh, don't wait up for me.

Go to bed and dream about your chess man.

Waltz

- There she is. - Where?

Over there. Can't you see her gold dress?

- She's never dancing with the same man? - She is.

- How many times is that? - Four.

- Look how he's holding her. - Mind, did you ever see the like?

They're touching.

Come on. Let's tell Miss Carver.

She can do with some excitement, and her with a gumboil.

That'll maybe burst it! Come on.

Let me look.

Yes, Miss Carver.

We buy our nightgowns - robes de nuit - in Paris.

- Paris. - Well?

- Don't stand there dreaming. Now the frills. - Yes, Miss Carver.

Vite, vite.

- Miss Carver, Miss Carver! - Entr�z.

- Miss Carver. Miss Carver. - What is it?

- Your lady... - What about my lady?

She's danced four times with the same man.

ls that all? What's all the excitement about?

lf she did that in Pollokshields, she'd get hissed off the floor.

Pollokshields!

They were touching.

You should have seen the chaperones craning their necks...

The old cats - they're jealous.

They want him, we've got him.

l shouldn't be surprised if we're not ''my lady'' this time next year.

- Oh, Miss Carver! - Don't you let on l told you so.

But how could that come about?

- She could marry a lord, simpleton. - But she's married already.

- There's such a thing as divorce, isn't there? - Divorce! Oh, Miss Carver.

Besides, we're getting rather tired of being plain Mrs Seymore.

lt wasn't very exciting at the best of times.

Has she had many lovers?

Ooh l� l�. Oui, oui.

Let's see. There was...Sir John Woodhouse.

Proper toff, but we tired of him.

We're fickle, you know.

Then there was the gallant Captain Tenant, and...

Oh, many, many others.

We're rather partial to l'amour.

How dare you talk about Mrs Seymore like that?

A fine lady's maid you are, gossiping to the servants.

As for you two, out you go, both of you.

- Here, stow it. - She'll hit you.

Yes, l will. And you.

That'll teach you not to talk scandal. Out you go, both of you.

Well! Of all the cheek!

Who do you think you are?

Ow! Oh!

- Morning, madam. - Morning.

l've seen you somewhere before.

l don't think so, sir.

lt's that scoundrel Hopwood's daughter.

l'm Mrs Seymore's maid, sir. My name is Hooper.

- Oh, no, it isn't. - My name is Hooper, sir.

All right.

l'm not going to quarrel with a pretty girl like you.

- Especially if she's got something for me. - Yes, l think l have.

This.

Oh, thanks.

Where'd you find this?

On the floor.

Mrs Heaviside told me you were here.

Fanny, l can't allow it. l'm going to tell Alicia the truth.

- No, Father, you mustn't. Please. - Yes, it's fairer to both of you.

Fanny, are you leaving?

- Yes. - But why?

Has Alicia been unkind to you?

No, Father, it's not that. Please don't ask me...

Oh. The chess man.

Really, my dear Clive, is my bedroom quite the place?

l think it a little indelicate of you to plant your mistress on me as a spy.

Alicia.

l hope, Hooper, you've made the best of your story.

Something vivid and dramatic. Plenty of detail.

Alicia, what are you talking about?

l don't understand. l...

Oh, l came in a second too soon.

lt was the first raptures of meeting l interrupted, not the confidential report.

Please go on, Hooper.

Do you really want me to, madam?

No.

l'll tell him myself.

l love Gerry Manderstoke.

l'm going to divorce you and marry him.

ls this a joke? You can't divorce me, Alicia.

Oh? And what about Only Hooper?

- Alicia? - Yes?

Alicia, Fanny is my daughter.

Your dau...

Oh, really, Clive, you're getting quite ingenious.

She is my daughter, Alicia.

ls this true, Clive?

Yes. l came here to tell you.

Please leave us, Hooper.

l'm sorry for what l said just now, Clive.

l didn't understand.