All language subtitles for The Pallisers 13

My Lady!

Oh, my Lady, there's...

There's a man down at the gate.

And he's carrying a great letter,
oh...

Sealed like the Book of Judgment itself.

He ordered to deliver it up
to anybody but you.

Oh, dear.

Well... We better go in and see to it.

Hadn't you, Frank?

What is it, Frank,
and what am I to do with it?

It's a subpoena, Lizzie, from the Court
of the Queen's Bailey, Edinburgh.

In Edinburgh?

Made for the High Court of Chancery in London.

A summons from England
don't signify in Scotland.

If they can get the Scots
to back 'em, as they have,

then it signifies strong enough,
I can tell you.

Frank. What does it all mean?

It means you've got to present yourself
in court in London eight days from now,

there to show good reason

why you should not surrender those
diamonds to the Lord Chancellor.

Surrender them?
You mean that the case is already decided?

No, it's early days yet for that,

but while it's being decided
they want that necklace in custody,

so you've got to go there
and hand it over.

- Got to go there?
- Go to go there, Lizzie.

Unless you want the Queen's Bailey
to lock you up for contempt.

An interesting
communication, Mr Greystock?

Tolerably so, Mr Emilius.

The best thing is, Lizzie,
I'll go back to London

and find out from your lawyers
how the land lies,

and tell them all that you're coming.

After I'm gone, take a day or so
to put things in order up here

and flush all these friends
of yours out of the place.

Follow me on to London.

You and your maid can manage the journey?

Mr Greystock, Lady Eustace's friends
would not dream of abandoning her.

We should be most happy to accompany
you on your journey, dear lady,

and cheer your heart along the way.

It seems our dear friend,
Lady Eustace, must return to London...

Some misunderstanding in the courts,
if I'm not in error.

- They want a sight of those diamonds?
- That's about it.

I was assuring Her Ladyship
we shall be happy to bear her company.

Oh, indeed we shall. But where shall
you stay in London, my dear?

Well, I really don't know.
Brown's Hotel, I think.

You must make my little home your own
for as long as it may suit you.

We ain't all that to look at in
Hertford Street but we are very cosy.

I wouldn't dream of putting you to trouble.

No trouble at all, my dear.

You can make a small contribution to
running costs, if that's what worries you.

Of course, you won't mind putting
a little towards the carriage.

Lizzie, I must be off if l am to
catch the connection to Kilmamock.

I've a care you don't wind up paying
for all their railway tickets.

And mind you're in London by Wednesday
ready to appear in court on Thursday.

See that Lady Eustace is in London
by Wednesday night at the latest.

- If Her Ladyship wishes.
- It's what her friends wish for her.

Might I suggest we take two days
and spend Tuesday night in Carlisle?

There is a large hotel at the station
with an excellent cuisine.

Settle it how you choose
so long as you are in London by Thursday.

Now, I must go and pack.

Frank.

Crabstick, that will be all.
Finish the packing in the morning.

- Will you call me tomorrow at 7 o'clock?
- Very good, my Lady.

That will be all, Crabstick. Tomorrow morning
at 7 o'clock sharp, remember?

Yes, my Lady. Good night, my Lady.

Come in.

I just came by, my dear, to see
if you needed any help with packing.

Oh, no, thank you,
I was just about to go to bed.

Now, what are you
holding behind your back?

Having a nice little gloat, eh?

Such a small box
to hold something so precious.

It's small but it's very strong.

It's quite light.
Anyone could carry it off.

I still think that you should sell them.

Well, it's too late. Frank says
they must be returned to the courts.

- What a pity you left it so long.
- But anyway, I don't want money.

I want diamonds. Better to have
the money than neither, my dear.

Money may not look
as nice as diamonds

but it might come in handy one day.

Or perhaps you could use it
to buy other diamonds later on.

If you have money, you see,
you can have whatever you want.

- Yes...
- But, of course, you're right

You couldn't possibly sell them now,
could you?

So put them back
in that dear little box again

and then go to sleep
and dream of your handsome cousin.

Not far off now.

Don't worry, my Lady.
It's still there.

You can trust us, you see.

But what would you do
if a highwayman held up the train?

Well, I would rely on you,
Lord George, for protection.

Don't take it for granted.
I might feel inclined to ride off with him.

Only I don't think
I'd risk 20 years hard labour

for a silly bauble like that

- A very expensive bauble, George.
- But with no real value.

- You can eat or drink diamonds.
- It's famous. You couldn't sell it.

But Mrs Carbuncle said you could split
the stones up before you sold them.

It would still be recognised, that lot would.

You could keep them for ten years or so
and try selling them then.

Is that what you would do?

If I could be bothered
with stealing them, yes.

Oh, Lord George!

You are bold and free like Byron's corsair,
but whatever you say,

I know that you would protect me
and you would never steal my diamonds.

Why not?
You, my Lady, are a parasite.

Just like the rest of us in here.

As one parasite to another,
why shouldn't I help myself?

You did nothing to earn them.

- They may not legally be yours.
- But, Lord George...

Just now you said
that I could trust you.

Never trust anyone who says that.

Ah!

We are just coming into Carlisle now.
Excuse me, Lady Eustace.

So far, my Lady, so good...

Splendid.

There!

Lord George, I do wish you would have
the safe in your room for tonight

Not if l know it!

If you're worried, why not hand it
over to the care of the management?

Yes, would you...? No, I think
it would better remain in here.

- As you wish.
- Dinner as soon as we're all tidy.

I hope that you have some of those
gorgeous Cumberland hares,

cooked in Chambenin would be best,
I think.

What a jolly evening.
What a shame 'rt all has to end so soon.

All good things must end some time, dear lady.

Yes, an early start tomorrow,
and a long day ahead.

Oh, dear, tomorrow London
and all those horrible old judges.

It's sad our little party is breaking up,

but you and I, my dear,
will be together in Hertford Street.

No doubt Lord George and Mr Emilius
will visit us there.

Ah, but it won't be the same.

Lord George on the shores at Portray

with the sea at his back
and the wind in his hair.

He was the image of... What was it
that I said he was on the train?

Like Byron's corsair.

Yes... But here in London,
he'll be just like any other man,

with a top hat and umbrella,
going in and out of his club.

- And in and out of Hertford Street.
- But not my corsair.

Just as well, perhaps, my dear.

Corsairs are very heady people
to have around.

And you need to keep your mind clear
for all your own business.

Until tomorrow, then...
sleep well, my dear.

- Good night, Mr Emilius.
- Good night.

Good night

Good night

Lizzie.

Ow! Clumsy!

Very sorry. my Lady-

I think the journey must have upset me.
I better have one of the powders.

It might be wise, my Lady.

I don't need your opinion.
Go and mix it.

Shall I take that, my Lady?

Ow!

What is the matter with you tonight?
Have you been drinking?

No, my Lady, but perhaps
the journey upset me...

Crabslid;

- I think you'd better go to bed.
- Yes, my Lady.

Call me tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock,
will you?

And I am going to lock this door,
so you are going to have to knock

in order for me to let you in,
is that understood?

Yes, my Lady.

- That will be all, Crabstick.
- Thank you, my Lady.

Good night. my Lady-

Dear God, please bless the souls

of my mother, my father
and my dear, departed husband.

May they rest in peace,
And please, God!

Make it all right about my diamonds.

Amen.

Wake up, my Lady. Wake up, my Lady!

Crabslid! How did you get in here?

Door was open, my Lady,
the lock cut clean away.

- The safe!
- Gone, my Lady!

I always feared that would be.

- I was always telling myself...
- Shh!

Shh... I feel sick.

- What do you want me to do?
- Don't stand there gibbering, girl!

- Find the manager! Send for the police!
- Yes, my Lady!

- Phineas?
- Poorhouses.

There's nothing I can do about them.
I go, look at them and come away again.

There's no money,
hardly any to spend on them.

Most of the money available,
they pay me for inspecting them.

I've got lamb chops for your supper.

I'll tell the girl to fetch the poner.

Mary, even in Ireland,
there is such a thing as wine.

- I want a bottle of claret.
- You're getting very extravagant.

On £1,000 a year, I suppose I can
afford to drink claret when I like.

- Well, just for this once, then.
- Why just for this once?

We've got to be careful, Phineas,
with the baby so near to coming.

Even with a baby,
I think we can afford to drink claret.

We need to save, Phineas.

Babies aren't babies for long,
you know.

They need things.
Not only food and cloth.

Education, more rooms to live in.

Well, this big baby wants a bottle of claret.

And didn't you hear me say
that tonight you shall have it?

And, Phineas, there's a special
bottle of Champagne out there

for you to drink
on the day the baby comes.

I hope you have everything else
as well-organised as that.

Oh, yes. As soon as it starts...

The girl will send for the midwife,
then the doctor, and then for me,

at work, so that I can come home.

To drink your Champagne
to the health of your new baby son.

And the health of my little wife as well.

Ah! I'll mate you.

- My dear!
- Oh, Marie!

Your Grace!

- Did you have a good journey?
- Oh, train was delayed.

Dear, oh, dear.
Now, who is playing what?

Who do you suppose?
Your lady wife.

Well...What's the news from London?

Well! The plot thickens, Your Grace.

Apparently, the safe has been found
under a railway arch not 200 yards..

Thank you.
...from the hotel in Carlisle.

Apparently, it had been opened
and it was empty.

Never mind about the safe,
what about Lizzie Eustace?

She has returned to London,
Your Grace.

And?

Queen to Rook Four, Your Grace.

- What?
- on! Lady Elizabeth Eustace!

She has been to court, Your Grace.

Fortunately, the judge told her

unless anything emerges to impugn her
from the police enquiries

no disciplinary aciion
will be taken against her

for failing to produce the necklace.

- What's that mean?
- It means, Your Grace,

that she is not guilty
of contempt of court.

I shouldn't think so,
since the necklace has been stolen.

She might perhaps have been neglectful.

Neglectful of her own diamonds?

The court had yet to decide
that they are her diamonds.

Meantime, I suppose,
they're the thief's diamonds!

I wonder what the police will say!

The police haven't confided in us,
Glencora.

I wonder what Lord Fawn will do.
Do you think he'll stick to her?

Lord Fawn was in our last government.
He'll behave with honor.

- A non-sequitur, I fear.
- He'll have to stick with her.

If the court finds in her favour,
he'll have no excuse to break it off.

Duke?

I understand that you, my Lady,
have sworn in court

to His Honour,
the Recorder of Cariisle,

that them diamonds was in the safe
before you went to sleep that night.

- Is that correct?
- Oh, yes, Sergeant, I did.

I said, 'I swear by Almighty God
that the evidence I shall give...'

Thank you, my Lady,
but is them facts correct?

Yes. Oh, yes. I had the diamonds out
the night before I left Portray.

I put them back in the safe
and didn't unlock it.

And so, ladies and gentlemen,
the situation is this.

The court is frettin' itself about
whether them jewels is herlooms,

or paraphernalia, or both.
Or neither.

And if so, who should have them.

But I say none of that is any use

when there ain't no diamonds
for anyone to have.

In short, where are they?

- Thank you, my Lord.
- You're no nearer finding them?

- I wouldn't quite say that.
- You have a clue, then?

Yes, Your Reverence,
and that clue is...

that there is no clue!

Now, look,
we are not here to play silly games.

Diamonds like these, my Lady,
don't go around the place

without somebodys hearing of them.

If any known thief, such as was
clever enough to have done this job,

was trying to sell them,
or even to hide them,

there would've been talk, my Lady.

There would've been whispers, my Lady.

Not very loud, but loud enough
for them to have come my way by now.

If you see what I'm getting at...

My Lord?

Yes, you're relying on the gossip of
thieves and you've been disappointed.

When there is stolen diamonds going around,

there is always thieves' gip
going around after them.

Only this time,
no thieves' gossip going around,

so no stolen diamonds
going around either.

- If you see what l mean.
-l do,l do.

You mean the diamonds are
still hidden away in Carlisle?

Not quite, my Lady. I mean it's just possible
that Your Ladyship,

and Lord George perhaps, have made
a tiny little mistake on the journey,

and that if we was to look very carefully
in Your Ladyship's boxes,

and His Lordship's as well,

we might find them diamonds
had been there all the time,

hidden away in some...
odd little corner, perhaps.

Unbeknownst.

A fortune in diamonds unbeknownst?

I suppose you want to go through
Mr Emilius's belongings as well.

No, madam, we respects the cloth.

You can go through my traps
any time you like.

And mine.

And yours, my Lady?

And so, my dear,
the police are not...

I can't read that scrawl.

Mr Palliser?

- Pressing it.
- Oh, the police are not pressing it!

'Yours to command at any time,
Dolly Longstaffe.'

Yes, well, it's my belief
that it's Lord George Carruthers.

Well, one thing is quite certain.
Lizzie Eustace needs a friend.

Next time I'm in London,
I shall go and visit her.

I might even take her up.
You'd like that, wouldn't you, Duke?

If you want horrors,
go to Madame Tussauds. Don't do that.

- Well, what harm can come of it?
- I think Mr Palliser means, my dear,

would it be wise?
After all, she is a little fishy.

Nobody minded at the garden party.

But she was only invited
because she was engaged to Lord Fawn.

She still is! Poor little woman.
Why does everybody turn on her like this?

Just she's lost her necklace.

The infernal thing is,
they're not satisfied even now.

They turned my digs upside-down
and found nothing.

They follow me round
as if l carry the necklace in my pocket.

Look at the way they treated me,
asking to go through my belongings.

With reason. The damned things
did belong to you.

You had them. You might have made some
mistake about where you put them.

What mischief have I with them?
Unless I stole them.

Which is, of course, absurd.

- I wish they were in the sea!
- The sea at Portray Castle!

As it is, I suppose,
some London thief has got 'em.

The police think that box was empty
when it was stolen.

How can they know?
They weren't there to see.

How could anybody know?

Except you-.

I'm sick and tired of being spied on
and followed about.

I'm beginning to see little policemen
swimming in my brandy.

I wish I had got those diamonds.
It would pay me for all this nuisance.

I do wish that you had.

I can't imagine
what I should do with them.

A man might as well try and sell
the Taj Mahal.

It's my belief that if I had got those diamonds,
the weight would crush me altogether.

Well...

Lady Eustace and I must dress
for the theatre.

And I am to dine
with a grateful parishioner.

My blessings on you all
in your troubles.

The carriage will be here
in half an hour.

You might as well tell me all about it.

All about what?

Those cursed diamonds.
Where are they and how did you manage it?

You won't betray me?

Follow me.

Thank you, Crabstick.
That'll be all for tonight.

- But, my Lady...
- I can manage by myself.

Close the door.

Anyone see you?

You little hellcat.

Does anybody else know?
Jane? Your cousin Greystock?

- How did they get here?
- In my pocket.

All the way from Scotland?

That night at Carlisle?

Under my pillow.

The safe.
How did you arrange all that?

I didn't. I'm not dishonest, George!

The theft of the safe
was real enough.

Since I happened to have the diamonds
under my pillow at the time.

You just hung onto them
and forgot to tell the polioe.

Yes. But I always meant to tell you
because I knew you'd be good to me.

These diamonds are my own, George.

Surely I may do what I like with my own.

Yes, in a way.

But you see, there is a lawsuit
in Chancery going on about them.

You lied to the police and perjured
yourself in front of the Recorder.

It ain't quite straight sailing, you know.

I suppose not. But you will help me?

- What in Hades is a fellow to do?
- Sell 'em!

You might as well put the Tower of London
on the market.

Don't desert me. Don't desert me.
What am I to do?

You better hand them back
and make a clean breast to the police.

- No!
- I don't see any other way.

I don't suppose they'll prosecute you.

Prosecute me? For having my diamonds
under my pillow in my bedroom?

No, Lie, for telling fibs about it.
For perjury!

Well...

If they did prosecute me for perjury,
what could they do to me?

Lock you up for five years, perhaps.

- Oh, George! Oh, please!
- Sorry, Lizzie. I can't touch them.

But you will help me?
You will tell me what to do?

You won't hand them over
and come clean?

Then lock them back in there
and leave them there

unless the police arrive
with a search warrant.

If they do, make some excuse to come up here
and then hide the necklace

somewhere on your person...
somewhere secret.

You understand me, Lie?

I can't think they'll ask to search you physically.
If they do, refuse.

Go into hysteria. Start screaming
about your dead husband.

They'll suspect you, of course,
but then they do that already.

But you will be true?

You will care for me in my ordeal?

I dare say the devil will if I don't.

Get yourself dressed for the play
or Jane will cut your head off.

Theatre is the one thing
apart from food she cares for.

The play, as a play, is a failure.
Tame as rainwater.

The Noble Jill indeed!

I rather enjoyed it.

But, my dear, a noble jitt
is a contradiction in terms.

A woman when she has once said
the word is bound to slick to it.

I don't know.

If I found I didn't like a man,
I'd leave him at the altar.

I'd leave him even after the altar.

I'd leave him any time
I found I didn't like him.

Well, I declare!

You and Lord George
would make a fine pair.

Yes, you both have a brave disregard
for the conventions.

This...friendship between you and Lord George
is one of long standing?

Oh, we are old, old friends.

Were it not for the accident
with Mr Carbuncle, we might...

I can assure you, my dear, there is
nothing between me and Lord George.

Good God!
Your house is surrounded by the police.

Good evening, my Lady, madam.

Bad news, I'm afraid.

Her Ladyship's been robbed again.

Nothing of yours, Mrs Carbuncle,
or so your footman says.

Just the desk
in Her Ladyship's bedroom.

It's crystal clear what happened.

The footman and the cook
went off round the corner,

leaving Her Ladyship's maid,
Patience Crabstick, alone in the house.

When they returned, no Crabstick

- They looked round and found this.
- I never did like that Crabstick!

- Sly slut.
- Not that she opened this desk.

This was done by a real expert.

But no doubt he let her in,
showed her where to go,

and told her
what he might exped to find.

What did he expect to find,
Lady Eustace?

What did you keep in this desk?

There was a little money,
a ten-pound note, the odd sovereign.

Nothing else of value?

Money's gone all right, though nothing
to compare with your last misfortune.

Rather a waste of time,
I would've thought, for a thief in this class.

Or was he wasting his time,
Lady Eustace?

Getting to be rather a habit of hers.

Isn't it, madam?

Only this time, I think it's genuine.

Now, you listen to me, Frederick.
And you too, Mother!

I can hear you very clearly, dear.
And so, I imagine, can Frederick.

The world is beginning to laugh
at the Fawn family.

At Frederick in particular.

It appears he is making no effort
to help himself.

It is evident, Mother, you are incapable
of effectively deploying him.

Clara, you should not speak of your
brother as if he were a piece of cannon.

I speak of my brother as I see him.

The seventh Lord Fawn of Fawn Court.

And entitled to respect
from all quaners.

Which, Mother, he is not
at the moment receiving.

Since no-one else is prepared to act,

it is up to me, as his eldest and only married
sister, to take matters in hand.

- Now, then, Frederick.
- Yes, Clara?

First let us establish
the exact situation.

Are you or are you not engaged
to Lady Eustace?

Well...

- I don't know.
- You don't know?

Our engagement was conditional upon her
behaving property about the diamonds.

- Well...
- Well, she hasn't.

And since the second robbery,
she refuses to assist the police.

And on top of all that,
she is living near Shepherd Market

with a highly peculiar woman.

- Clara, I say!
- No, Frederick, you need not.

For the credit of the family,
you must not consort further with her.

So much for her.

The thing to be settled now
is whom you shall consort with.

Don't you think, Clara,
Frederick might like to decide that for himseif'?

If we leave it to Frederick, Mama,
he will either marry disaster

or die an old maid.

- You need someone more respectable.
- Yes, indeed, Clara.

- But someone with her money.
- More, if possible.

You have a widowed mother to maintain.

And seven sisters for whom to find dowries.

Very large dowries they will need to be.

Well, you did not have very much,
Clara, dear,

but I suppose you had other means
of persuasion.

General Hittaway saw
I was not to be trifled with,

if that is what you mean.

Apart from that, there is Fawn Court
to keep up in reputable fashion.

There must be more money, Frederick,
and it is your duty to marry it.

I shall apply my mind to the problem

of precisely whose money
you shall marry.

And acquaint you with my decision
on my next visit.

'My beloved spake and said unto me:
Rise up, my fair one, and come away.

For low, the winter's passed,
the rain is over and gone.

'The flowers appear on the earth,

'the time of the singing
of birds is come,

and the voice of the turtle
is heard in the land.

O, my dove, that art
in the clefts of the rock,

that art in the secret places
of the stairs.

Let me see thy countenance.
Let me hear thy voice.

For sweet is thy voice
and thy countenance is comely.

My beloved is mine and I am his...'

- Lady Glencora Palliser to see you.
- The Lady Glencora Palliser?

- Show her up.
- 'He feedeth among the lilies.'

Good afternoon, Mr Emilius.

Good afternoon, Mr Emilius.

Oh!

- May I come in?
- Dear Lady Glencora!

Forgive me.

I don't think we've met since
just after my daughter was born

when you came
to the Duke's garden party with Lord Fawn.

But I have heard
of your terrible troubles

and I thought I'd come
and say a few words of comfort.

- You can see it has made me ill.
- Oh, I don't wonder.

The necklace gone in Carlisle,
now your money in London.

The money was nothing, Lady Glencora.

- But the diamonds, Lady Eustace?
- Ah, the diamonds!

They were a gift of love to me
from my dead husband.

Once lawyers started making trouble,
they became such a burden,

I often used to say that I would
throw them to the bottom of the sea.

Oh...
I don't think I'd have done that

But then you didn't suffer as I suffered.

Poor lonely widow that I was,

betrayed by those
in whom I'd placed my deepest trust.

You had heard Lady Glenoora
how I had been treated by Lord Fawn?

Almost abandoned.

Never you worry, my dear.

I shall soon make Lord Fawn
see where his duty lies.

He shall be made to renew his offer
on his knees.

Oh, yes, I should enjoy that

Then I shall see to it.

Meanwhile, my dear,
I am charged by the Duke of Omnium

to say how he feels for you
in your...affliction.

The Duke?

He's very concerned about your case.

Oh!

And now l must be off.

My cousin and childhood playmate,
Mr Greystock, Lady Glenoora.

How do you do?

Do what you can to put the roses
back in your cousin's cheeks.

Au revoir, my dear.

Lizzie,
there is a lot of very nasty talk.

The club is full of it.

- What talk?
- You and those diamonds, what else?

How can I help that?

- Lizzie...
- Speak words of comfort, Frank.

Put roses back into my cheeks,
as the Lady Glencora bade you.

I thought that was Lord Fawn's
privilege, in London.

You know I only care for Lord Fawn
if I have no-one else to protect me.

They do say Lord George de Bruce
Carruthers is protecting you.

Lord George de Bruce Carruthers
hasn't been near me

since this house was robbed
and I became ill.

Oh, help me, Frank!

- Lizzie!
- Help your poor, afflicted cousin.

Lizzie, you know I'm engaged
to Lucy Morris.

- I know.
- The dearest creature that ever lived.

- I know, she is a dear.
- Yes, she is.

Yes, but I'm so alone, Frank.
My father's dead.

My husband's dead.
Lord Fawn's deserted me.

- I have no brother.
- You have me.

Can you love me as a brother, Frank?

- Oh, cousin Lizzie.
- Frank...

Mother! Frederick.

- Where are the girls?
- They are gone for the day.

- To Kew Gardens.
- Kew Gardens?

Oh, well, at least admission there
is inexpensive.

- Now, then, Frederick.
- Clara, will you take luncheon?

Thank you, no, Mama!
I can only spare a few minutes!

I have come solely
for the sake of Frederick!

- Frederick, I have had a brainwave.
- A brainwave, Clara?

Last time I was here, I undertook
to turn up a rich and suitable wife for you.

I have hit on the very thing.

You shall marry Madame Max Goesler.

Madame Max Goesler? Oh, but, my dear!

Is she not foreign...and in trade?

Only the trade is foreign, Mother.

Which happily removes it
from our doorstep.

She owns a bank in Vienna.

The lady herself has lived long enough
in London

and spent enough there to count as English.

- For all practical purposes.
- Even so, Clara, she is an outsider.

Nonsense! She is the intimate friend
of Lady Glencora Palliser.

But, Clara, I dislike Madame Goesler

Do not be frivolous, Frederick.

The matter is too grave
for the obtrusion of your preferences.

I've every reason to believe
that she dislikes me.

You can remedy that
simply by being attentive to her.

You may be deficient in charm, Frederick,

but it is wonderful
what sheer persistence will do.

You must ask and ask
and refuse to take no for an answer.

Eventually, she will be so sick of
repeating herself she will say yes.

Simply for the sake of variety.

But will she like the idea
of me and the girls?

The idea of you and the girls,
Mother, will be somewhat obscured

by the romantic haze of courtship.

Until the affair is fixed
and it is too late for the lady to withdraw.

So, now, Frederick, it is up to you.

Stiffen your sinews.

Summon up your blood.

I shall expect to hear you have
started on your campaign of conquest

within the week.

- Lord Fawn.
- Lord Fawn?

An unusual pleasure.

Well, I happened to be passing.

I said to myself l don't seem
to have seen Madame Goesler lately.

I wonder how the world is wagging with her.

Well, I am mostly at Matching nowadays.

The Duke needs
to be amused in his illness

and is kind enough to ask
for my company.

Ah, yes, the Duke.
I suppose he keeps you out of London.

But I dare say if you had something
to keep you in London...

I don't quite follow your drift, my Lord.

Well, I... If something...
or rather, somebody

in London were to become
more important to you than the Duke

down at Matching...

then I dare say
you would stay here instead.

I can assure you, my Lord,
there is nothing to keep me here in London.

But if there were...

Why do you persist in this improbable
hypothesis, my Lord?

Because even the improbable, Madame Max,
may come to pass.

You and I,
we don'! know each other very well.

We do not, my Lord, no.

Until today, it was improbable
this state of affairs should be amended.

But now it has occurred to me
if we took to spending more time together

l dare say that we should learn
to know each other much better.

Conceivably we should, my Lord.

But I feel I should warn you
that I am going to Matching shortly

and will not be back for some time.

So there will be little, if any, possibility
for further social commerce between us.

Then we must make opportunity.

Madame Max

May I say 'Marie'?

I have come here this afternoon
to declare to you...

- Lord Fawn!
- Call me Frederick.

I have come to you
humble and unworthy as I am...

Marie, I just came by to give you
the news from Matching.

Well, I dare say it will wait
for the moment.

Oh!

Lord Fawn.

- But I want a word with you.
- Really, Lady Glencora?

Who do you think I saw yesterday?

Hm? I'm afraid I've no idea.

I went to call upon Lady Eustace
and I found her in bed.

Oh, I do so feel for her.
I think she's been very hardly used.

I hardly know what to say,
Lady Glenoora.

My name, as you know,
was recently connected with hers.

And still is.

And although we are sure of your
high-minded devotion, Lord Fawn

we would also like to be sure
you will do your bounden duly.

- My bounden duty?
- Yes, as Lady Eustace's betrothed.

Oh, you must go to her at once!

I understand there is no shortage
of gentlemen to do that

Lord Fawn, that is unchivalrous.

Poor thing is so beset, of course
she needed a few strings to her bow.

But...

No string so taut as you, Lord Fawn.

As you are great, my Lord,
be merciful.

I'm afraid, Lady Glenoora,
that it's a matter I cannot discuss.

Certain other circumstances have arisen.

Oh, you mean all this
about the diamonds.

I don't think, Lady Glenoora,
that you quite take my meaning.

Possibly not, Lord Fawn,
but I don't think that you quite take mine.

The Duke of Omnium himself desires
the Lady's welfare.

- Oh? The Duke?
- Yes.

He's been very disturbed by reports
you have been neglectful of Lady Eustace.

- Disturbed, is he?
- Oh, y, he is.

As you know, he is an old man,

but his word still carries
weight with my husband.

- Quite so. Your...husband.
- Mrn-hm.

My husband.

Very well, Lady Glencora.
Since you describe the lady's sorrows...

so movingly,
I will go to her at once.

Good afternoon, Lady Glencora.
Madame Goesler.

- Ahem...
- Lord Fawn?

My lord and master come at last
to see how does his ailing Lizzie.

Well... I didn't realise
you were still desirous of seeing me

afier what has passed between us.

This ring has passed between us,
I think.

Er...yes.

Shortly afterwards, I was compelled
to make it very clear to you

that I could not make you my wife
so long as you insisted

on keeping certain jewels
which were not yours to keep.

That has yet to be decided
by the court.

Meanwhile, I no longer have
the diamonds in my possession.

- But you did not give them up.
- But I wason mywaytodoso

- when they were stolen.
- You were so ordered by the judge.

Well, if you think so poofly of me,
my Lord, why come to see me now?

Well, I was hoping that we might
arrive at an understanding.

But we arrived at an understanding long ago.

I was to be your wife.

The truth is, Frederick, that you've
been shamed into coming here.

Lizzie, I only wish to do what is right.

Then you have only
to keep that engagement

which was made at your own,
most pressing request.

It is the talk of London that you
have been receiving other attentions.

Yes, indeed I have.

I have been honoured by a message
from the Duke of Omnium, no less,

which was brought to my bedside
by my friend, the Lady Glencora, in person.

- I know. I did not mean her.
- Then what did you mean?

I mean...

I mean, Lady Eustace,

that certain gentlemen
have been admitted to your...

Have a care. If you insult me,
the Duke of Omnium shall hear of it,

and my friend,
the Lady Glencora Palliser,

can have every door in London
slammed in your face.

Lady Eustace.

Pray allow me to ask pardon for
any wrong I may have done you

and to beseech you that even now

you will do me the honor
to become my wife.

Come in.

I'm sorry, my Lady,
but my business won't wait.

Oh, no, don't you go, sir.
Lord Fawn, isn't it?

Nor you, Mrs Carbuncle.

It is desirable
that there be witnesses present

when I tell Lady Eustace
what I now have to tell her.

I have to tell you, my Lady,
that your Ladyship's maid,

Patience Crabsticzk,

has been tracked down and apprehended.

- What has she said?
- Nothing as yet, my Lady.

She was only took yesterday.

But this morning, she has agreed
to turn Queen's evidence.

And in an hour or two, she will be
questioned by my superior officer,

Major Macintosh.

It is of this that I am here to apprise you.

Have you anything to say, my Lady?

Has Crabslid got the diamonds?

Oh, no, madam.

Patience Crabstick
was clearly only an accomplice.

But now that she's come round
to our side, so to speak,

we expect to know everything.

Everything, Lady Eustace,
in a very short time.

Sergeant, as you can see, I am still
very weak from my recent illness.

But not so weak, my Lady,

but what you can collect
Your Ladyship's thoughts together

in case explanations
should be required later on.

Oh!

One thing more, my Lady.

In view of Your Ladyship's weak state,

I don't suppose you was thinking
of going anywhere.

But if you was, permit me to advise
Your Ladyship against it.

- Are you dictating to me?
- No, my Lady!

Merely making a suggestion in the
interest of Your Ladyship's health.

Good day, my Lady. Madam.

- Thank you for your patience, my Lord.
- Thank you, Sergeant.

Frederick?

I don't think you can expect me to
stay any longer in the circumstance.

For your own sake, I hope you accept
the good Sergeant's advice.

If not, no doubt your friend the Duke of Omnium
will be pleased to offer his.