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We're gonna go back for another move.

Morning, Mr. Griffin.

They're moving in at last then.

Looks like it.

Ah, bad news, I'm afraid.

They're old.

They get bad news every week.

You're all hot.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Looks like another one.

Oh, dear.

I wonder who that is now.

I'll take those.

Thank you, John.

Why not let me so I'm strong.

Carry them up.

Or that one at least.

Thank you, Mrs. Barr.

But I think I know what I'm doing.

I'm afraid none of them are worth the paper they're printed on.

But surely with the railroads spreading all over the country?

Every day the papers talk of some new millionaire who's made his fortune out of railways.

And every day the bankruptcy courts see rail companies go under.

Taking their owners and investors down with them.

Miss Brooke, the plain fact is I've looked into the estate of the late Mr. Brooke.

The late General Brooke.

The late General Brooke.

The late General Brooke.

And I cannot find any assets beyond the contents of his bank account.

And the house?

The house is rented, Miss Brooke.

I'm sure that's wrong.

No, I'm afraid not.

But my father always said...

I see.

So how much is left?

I've paid the funeral charges and other outstanding accounts.

And I will waive my own fees.

There's no need.

There is every need.

You will have in your possession somewhere in the region of $30.

You see Mr. Rakes, none of this is what my father told me.

So I gather.

What are you going to do?

I'm not sure.

You mentioned your father's sisters in New York.

My aunts were not on good terms with my father, Mr. Rakes.

They disliked him and he disliked them so they have played no part in my life.

I would only ask you to consider your options.

Realistically.

You mean beggars can't be choosers.

Well, the rent is paid to the end of the month.

Perhaps you'll signal your intentions before that point is reached.

Perhaps I will.

Thanks for your time.

Thank you.

I'm sorry I couldn't be more help.

Don't worry Mr. Rakes, I'm not beaten yet.

Well, at the risk of impertinence I would say you're a long way from being beaten in this book.

I'm sorry.

What did she say?

She thanks you for the letter that you did not show me and for the tickets that you purchased without my knowledge.

She means to join us here just as soon as she has closed the house and sold her furniture.

What a relief. A relief? And who is to support her?

Exactly. Me.

With the van Rhein money which was not achieved at no cost to myself.

You were allowed the pure and tranquil life of a spinster. I was not.

I'm very grateful.

You should be.

Well, I'm glad she's coming.

And if my letter played a part in her decision then I'm glad I sent it.

I doubt it was your letter. More likely she has discovered her father left her without a penny to her name.

Henry couldn't provide for a dog and a ditch.

He never kept a dollar in his pocket if there were women or drink within 500 miles.

Magnus, our brother has died.

Our brother with whom we have had no connection these many years.

We should have gone for the funeral anyway.

It wasn't worth an uncomfortable day of travel to make sure Henry was dead.

At least there's a railway station in Doylstown now, unlike in our day.

But you'll need to get up early to catch the first train to Lansdale.

And then she'll have to change at Bethlehem and take the Lehigh Valley Railroad to exchange place in Jersey City.

And then catch the ferry across the Hudson to De Broce Street.

From there she could take an elevated train.

Are you planning to open a travel business?

No.

Then what on earth makes you think I would be interested?

I only meant it's a long journey, Agnes. Twelve hours or more.

And what are we to do with her now that she's on her way to disturb our peace?

Perhaps she'd like to work. If her father has left her penniless, maybe she could be a governess.

A niece of mine, a governess.

She's my niece too.

I've not noticed you volunteering to make a contribution to the household as a governess.

We are her only living relatives. We owe her the duty of care.

We do not owe her anything.

Her father robbed us of all that we possessed.

Look at this. Invitations, charity appeals, questions from bankers and brokers.

When am I expected to answer them all? It's not fair.

Is it that woman again?

You must be pleased they're moving in and we have peace at last.

I don't know which is worse. The noise of the builders are the chance of running into her in the street.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Russell. Mr. White?

You've never seen it without scaffolding.

It's everything you promised.

Mrs. Russell, Mr. White?

No.

I'm pleased with the size. Big enough to be splendid without being oppressively.

I agree. One needs to be able to breathe.

Why is it bringing that downstairs?

I want to try it with the other machine drawing.

I'll go through very likely.

Is that from the plaza, Boguez?

No. If you'll tell the sibis in the Maurette, you're thinking of the clock in the library.

Another inch. Some issues.

The carpets work well in here, I think.

I wasn't convinced they'd go together, but they do.

I wish you wouldn't do that in here. What is the smoking room for?

To entertain my friends. And I will not be told what I can and can't do in my own library.

The windows can be opened when you go to change. I'll ask Mrs. Bruce.

The new housekeeper.

Why did you get rid of Mrs. Finley?

She wasn't up to it. Not what I have in mind.

Did you know they shot Jesse James?

He had his troubles. I have mine.

So, how was your afternoon?

I've left cards with Mrs. Stevens, Mrs. Rutherford, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Vanderbilt, Mrs. Skirmerhorn, and Mrs. Astor, of course.

Of course.

So, now they know we're here.

We have been in New York City for three years, Bert. They're watching this house rise from the sidewalk.

But we've been stuck down on 30th Street with yesterday's men.

You chose the house?

Well, I didn't know how things work then. Now I do.

The point is we're settled where we should be, and that's what I wanted to show them.

They don't care. They don't know we exist.

Well, they will now. And there's no need to sound superior. We cannot succeed in this town without Mrs. Astor's approval. I know that much.

So, we are to bow down before a woman who has less money than me and less of absolutely everything than you.

I'm only doing it for you. And Larry. And Gladys, of course.

Of course.

I want people to see they come from a good background. They'd be lucky to welcome them into their homes.

Would they be lucky to welcome me into their homes? Or you?

You can laugh, but we'll get there. I just have to manage it carefully.

The Russell family's managed pretty well so far, if you ask me.

Because they didn't know any better. Mrs. Van Rine and her sad sister were spying on me when I came back.

I don't know why you bother with them.

I don't bother with them.

Careful. That table belonged to King Ludwig of Bavaria.

You had it once? I've got it now.

I'm going up to change. I want to get out of this course.

Oh, I'll show the candle for the matter.

Charles, could you tell Turner I've gone to my room?

She's already upstairs about her.

Is Mrs. Gladys back from her walk?

She's with Miss Grant in the school room.

And is everything ready for Mr. Larry's return?

I believe so, Madam, but I will check with Mrs. Bruce.

Thank you, Church.

She's grown up to change. He won't be long. I should go.

Tell him I'm making a list of what is not right about this kitchen.

The master won't bother with that. I'll tell the mistress what you want.

If you mean it.

I think it's going to work well.

It's far bigger than the last place. You didn't mind that.

It was only rented.

Abandoned by its owner because thirdly, its street is out of fashion.

Like complaining about a house when it's rented.

I'd say this is three times the size. If you ask me, we're well off.

Shouldn't you be on your way upstairs, Mr. Watson?

Mrs. Bell, I hope she won't make extra work for you.

Miss Marion, I mean, you must say if it's too much.

I don't mind.

I think she may brighten the place up a bit.

Yes. That's rather what Mrs. Van Rine is afraid of.

Mrs. Bell, I hope she won't make extra work for you.

Miss Marion, I mean, you must say if it's too much.

Miss Marion, let's go.

You feel free Marvin.

No, gesture to do to do it.

They're like really good.

So help.

Oh.

I wrestling.

OK.

Thames.

Morning to

Out of the all.

Thank you, Miss Ainslie.

I'd say we're all set for a clear run from New York to Chicago.

Mr. Thorburn is still making trouble on his stretch.

Cleveland to Toledo?

I don't care much.

What would you do if he won't play ball?

Build another line.

Right alongside his.

It'll show the world we mean business.

It's gonna ruin Thorburn in the process.

You can't make an omelet without breaking eggs.

Then the next step is for the city old.

I'm going to grab permission for the new station.

Grant permission.

You make them sound very important.

Not half as important as they think they are,

but the fact remains we need them to pass the law.

Have we got a list of their names?

Right here.

Shall I round up our detectives?

See if they can dig up anything useful.

Not yet.

We'll start by appealing to their greed.

We'll do nothing now.

I'll tell you when to begin.

You're kind to take me at such an early hour.

Not at all.

There's only a bed and a chair left,

so perhaps you could give those to a child.

Have you slipped at all?

You look worn out.

Just what every woman wants to hear.

This is the receipt for your trunk.

I should be delivered this evening.

You manage until then?

I can.

You're not to wait.

Oh, I don't mind.

No, I insist.

You have to get on, and the train won't be long.

I guess this is it.

I'm sorry you're going, Miss Brooke.

May I say that without offense?

But you're glad I will be taken care of.

I understand.

You have my address and you are.

I do.

May I write to you?

I don't think so, Mr. Rakes.

I only meant if there was any further business

that I was still to deal with.

I see.

Well, in that case, I suppose you'll need to.

Yeah.

I'll say goodbye, Miss Brooke.

And good luck on your travels.

And good luck to you.

What do you mean you don't know where it is?

I don't know.

How is that hard?

Your damn liar.

Would you call me?

Come on!

I'll take you!

No!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry about that.

Oh, it's all right.

I can fix it.

Thank God.

It has the most frightful heat.

Break the land, Nails.

Come on, purse.

Have your tickets ready?

There you are, sorry.

Excuse me, sir.

My ticket was in my purse.

There were two men fighting and somehow

it must have been taken during the commotion.

Sorry, Miss.

Please, sir, I have to get you to the end.

I'm sorry, Miss.

Please, sir, I have to get you to New York.

Not without a ticket.

You haven't seen a purse by any chance?

I'm afraid not.

It had my train and ferry tickets and my money.

I don't know what I'm going to do.

Are you from around here?

Yes.

Can't you go home to get money for the next train?

There's no home to go back to.

And anyway, my trunk's on this one.

I'm so sorry.

This isn't your concern.

Please, don't let me hold you up.

We have to board last.

Oh, I see.

Sorry, I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Yes, ma'am. Thank you, sir.

Very short.

I'm sorry, it's not first, Claire.

No one seems to have been very kind,

especially when I told you're scared.

I promise my aunts are good for the money.

I imagine they are. They live only 61st Street.

So you know New York?

My parents live in Brooklyn. I grew up there.

This is my first trip.

You must give me your parents a dress to send the money.

I don't know if I'll be standing with them.

I have some business that needs looking into,

but I'm not sure where I'll be based.

This is not until I repain.

I'll come to your arts house in a day or two.

If you could leave an envelope to be collected.

Of course.

Well, I guess it's big enough.

If you're going to do a thing, you might as well do it properly.

What do you think of the paneling in your room?

Why?

Mr. White found it in the Chateau deshabagnac,

the home of Lafayette.

It's very fine.

But I should get going.

I'm catching the 11 o'clock train to Rhode Island.

But you've only just got home.

Is that what this is?

Take a later train at least.

We haven't seen you all semester.

But it'll be fun.

It's the one Mrs. Fish told us to catch,

and most of the party you're traveling on.

Who is in the party, do you know?

The usual crowd.

Ogden Goleld and his wife,

the Joneses, the Wilson's,

Kerry Astor.

Kerry Astor?

I think so.

Do you know her?

You never said.

I don't.

Not really.

Not much.

Then get to know her and catch that train.

Mother.

I know what I'm doing.

We finished the gilding in the ballroom, Mr. Russell.

No.

You think you have finished the gilding, Mr. Fowalski,

but nothing is finished till I decide.

I'm going, Mother.

Where's Gladys?

Why?

I want to say goodbye to her.

I'll say it for you.

She's going to the park on this ground.

She's not a child anymore.

You shouldn't treat her as one.

She's a child until I say.

Where are your bags?

My trunk will be delivered tomorrow,

and what I need for new ports in the carriage.

Then hurry.

And give my regards to Mrs. Fish.

Don't be silly, he don't know her.

Not yet, but I will.

Now come along, Mr. Walski.

Show me what you think you've done.

Hot drink!

Hot drink!

Here it comes now.

I don't like to look at that sky.

So this is to be my home.

Honey, I never imagined I'd be wistful for Pennsylvania.

Then why did you leave?

There's something near for me anymore.

Not since my father died.

I'm so sorry.

Will you go to Brooklyn now?

I suppose so.

It's too late for me to make another plan and I can catch the last ferry, even if I don't much want to.

Will I hope it all works out for you?

And once again, thank you for what we did.

Please ask for me when you come for the money.

Of course.

Good luck with your arms.

The World's Street Ferry coming in?

That's us.

The World's Street Ferry coming in.

The World's Street Ferry coming in.

How are things at the office?

Don't start them on that, I beg you.

I suppose father's business is what we all depend on.

I hope the weather is better in Newport.

When does Larry come back?

Not before the day after tomorrow.

I suppose he has some oats to sow.

Now the college is over.

When will he start with you?

Straight away, I imagine.

Nothing to be gained from delay.

Why not invite your sister to stay for a while?

I don't think so.

What about your old friends?

You never see them now.

I don't want my old friends, I want new friends.

Thank you.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Wait!

Give me a moment.

Come with me!

Let us at least give you a ride.

Thank you.

What about us?

Wait.

Give me a moment.

Come with me.

Let us at least give you a ride.

Thank you.

Can we take her to the Brooklyn Ferry?

No fairies are running.

Not in this weather.

I'll be fine.

I'm not leaving without you.

Very well.

Hold there, sir, now.

There it is.

Come on, John.

Look lively.

I wonder what she'll be like.

Well, we'll know soon enough.

Welcome to East Sixty-First Street, Miss Marion.

My name is Vanis, sir.

Mrs. Van Ryan's bottle.

And this is...

Miss Scott.

Miss Peggy, sir.

Miss Scott traveled with me,

but they've canceled the fairies to Brooklyn.

I'm rather hoping Miss Van Ryan will allow her to rest here until the storm is passed.

I see.

Mrs. Van Ryan's in the drawing room with Miss Ada.

Then I'll ask them.

If Miss Scott could wait downstairs.

Of course.

An unknown colored woman lent you money to travel to New York?

That seems very unlikely.

Unlikely or not, it's true.

And she's here now?

Her parents live in Brooklyn.

The cab drivers said the fairies aren't running.

Well, then of course she must stay.

Mustn't she, Agnes?

Bring her in first.

I have to meet anyone who's going to be in my house.

Of course, Mom.

Marion, you must be hungry.

Not really.

We'll have Mrs. Bower send something up to her room.

It seems we owe you a considerable debt, Miss Scott.

I gather you would like to stay here?

I don't want to be in nuisance.

I forced Miss Scott into the cab to get her out of the storm.

The wind gusts alone could blow you all the way to Fifth Avenue.

So she can stay on darkness?

We can't have Miss Scott blown into oblivion.

Yes, you may stay.

And in the morning, Bana Stirk and fetch the money from the bank to repay you.

Thank you.

I've never found myself in such an odd predicament.

I appreciate your kindness.

You may stay on one condition.

That you give me your parents' address in case anything happens.

Nothing will happen to me.

I won't be in a position of having no one to contact if it does.

Very well.

I hope the ferry crossing wasn't too rough, dear.

No, not at all.

Who taught you to ride like this?

The Institute for Colored Youth in Philadelphia.

But I know it well.

My father was a patron when it first opened in the 30s.

I grew up in Pennsylvania, outside Doylestown.

We used to attend the wonderful Christmas pageants at the school.

Were you a part of that?

Every year.

Let's get you settled, Miss Scott, before my sister begs you to sing a carol.

Go down to the kitchens and ask Mrs. Bauer to find your room.

Thank you.

No, Marian.

Have you made any plans yet?

She's only just arrived, Agnes.

I haven't made any plans, no.

I suppose you only recently learned that your father had let you down.

Please don't speak ill of daddy.

I will say what I like in my own house.

Not to me.

I thought I might find a job.

Would that be out of the question?

Only if you wish to live with me.

Well, I don't want to be idle.

Perhaps there's a charity that could use my services?

How generous and how suitable.

That depends on the charity she chooses.

But first we must attend to your clothes, my dear.

You'll go tomorrow with Ada to my dressmaker, and no black.

But I'm in mourning.

People here won't know when Henry died.

You're making your debut in society.

You are young and pretty and need to be shown to advantage.

I don't want you hanging about on the edge of things like the house.

Ada, remember, I want cheerful colors, whatever she says.

We must look out for some people with sons and daughters your age.

That's true, I don't know anyone.

Now you need to know, we only receive the old people in this house.

Nothing new, never the new.

What's the difference?

The old have been in charge since before the revolution.

They ruled, justly, until the new people invaded.

It's not quite as simple as that.

Yes, it is.

Well, I'm you.

I've only just arrived.

Mary, never mind that the Brooks have been in Pennsylvania for a century and a half.

My mother, your grandmother, was a Livingston, a Livingston manor.

And they came to this city in 1674.

You belong to old New York, my dear, and don't let anyone tell you different.

You are my niece.

And you belong to old New York.

And you belong to old New York.

Will you fetch me a scotch from supper, huh, Brigitte?

I don't want to be in trouble.

No, no, please, sit down.

I hope they've made a room ready for you.

I'm not that one prepared in case Miss Marion brought a maid.

Mm-hmm.

Miss is Bower's on the top floor with you and Miss Armstrong, Brigitte.

John and I sleep down here.

She's on the same floor as us.

Is there some difficulty?

Ah, there you are then.

Do you drink coffee?

Yes, I drink coffee.

Thank you.

I just wanted to be sure.

But are we to share the same bathroom, the same water closet?

She can hardly use a bucket under the stairs.

Is that right, Mr. Bannister?

It's not for us to have an opinion.

I don't want trouble in the house, so while she may not want to cause it, she may be the cause of it.

I repeat, it is not for us to have an opinion.

Certainly not that one.

But how long is she here for?

And why is she here at all?

Because she performed a great service for Miss Marion.

I'm going to bed.

Good night.

I think the Miss Scott seems nice.

We just all you know.

Yes, it is.

And I'm sticking to it until she proves me wrong.

That's all very well for you to say.

But they're coming up here now to take our jobs.

She's not taking anyone's job.

See?

She'll disrupt things.

I told Mrs. Bauer, but she wouldn't listen.

Maybe we need a bit of disruption.

Oh.

Oh.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

Oh.

Excuse me.

Miss Scott, I think this is what we owe you.

Thank you.

While he was out, Banister Checht and the Brooklyn

Perry are still not running.

The docks were damaged in the storm.

You may have to stay here another night.

Will your family be concerned?

They weren't expecting me, so.

No.

Really?

Oh.

Thank you.

I'm overwhelmed with papers.

I've never been this behind on my correspondence.

Mrs. Van Ryan, please tell me if there's anything I can do to help.

Well, you do have the penmanship for it.

I can take dictation.

I know Pittman's shorthand.

It's the least I can do to repay you.

I will dictate some letters if you insist.

But they will only be very dull once, I'm afraid.

Gladys, that's bad for your eyes.

Sit near the window.

Just delivered by hand, Val.

Thank you, Checht.

Mrs. Morrison and Mrs. Fane want to be

disappointed, Charity and eight of orphaned girls.

Is that Mrs. Patrick Morrison and Mrs. Charles Fane?

Yes, it is.

Why?

Their husbands are City Alderman.

I may have some business with them.

What do the wives want of you?

Well, to start with, there's a meeting for friends of the cause

to be held at the Fifth Avenue Hotel.

Really?

Not in one of their own houses?

I do say a hotel was more convenient.

I hear the Fifth Avenue slipping.

No one wants to be down on 23rd Street anyway.

I won't let you spoil it for me.

I don't want to spoil it.

It's beginning.

I knew it would.

Persistence is the key to everything.

Patience and persistence.

Useful qualities, I agree.

Could I come, Mother?

Please?

Take her.

Why not?

I'll think about it.

When is it?

On the first.

I'm seeing John Thorburn that day.

Who's he?

A man who owns a railroad and thinks he can get the better of me.

You'll find out.

Nicely done, Miss Scott. Thank you.

Not at all.

Look who I found in my room.

Must we have that horrid thing in here?

I think we must.

Don't you, Auntyda?

Absolutely.

Have you had a nice walk, dear?

I have.

Her suitcases mended.

I brought it back myself.

Oh.

I've put it in your room.

You carried a suitcase through the streets.

Oh.

Have I broken another room?

You were to check it was ready and then send the footmen to collect it.

And never go out on a company.

Please don't do such a thing again.

I should leave you.

Miss Scott, I've just had another thought.

Clearly I'm in need of help with my correspondence.

I don't know what your plans are, but if you're interested, I would like to hire you as my secretary.

That does interest me.

I would need a reference, of course.

I can get you on from the principal at the Institute.

But working on 61st and staying in Brooklyn presents a challenge even once the first time.

It seems to me, Miss Scott, that you are not eager to return home.

Very well.

You may stay here for the time being, but you must arrange to see your parents and tell them where you are.

You've got their address.

I will not have a fugitive in my house hiding from her family.

All right.

You will make a plan to see them.

I'll arrange to meet my mother.

I thought you wanted to avoid them.

I want to avoid him.

Thank you, Mrs. Van Rhein.

Oh.

We have a surprise for you.

It came by hand.

Mrs. Fane is an ace of my husband, and Mrs. Morris was born a Stuyvesant, so we thought it's suitable for you to begin your charitable career.

Training orphans to be servants.

To save them from something worse.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

Something worse.

There's no need to go into that.

But it's addressed to you, not to me.

They want a donation from us, but they'll be delighted when we offer them a pair of willing hands.

There'll be other young women there, your own age.

And background.

Very well.

Are you looking for your mistress?

No.

No, not especially, sir.

I'm just on my way upstairs.

Tread carefully, Miss Turner.

No.

Miss Turner.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

Tread carefully, Miss Turner.

My speaker's a friend.

You can tread too carefully.

Mr. Russell.

Have you met Miss Caroline Astor?

We've met a few times, but we don't really know each other.

We do know.

Come on, you must play something.

But we're having such a nice time where we are.

What makes you think I brought you here to have a nice time?

Carrie, make Mr. Russell play croquet.

Any pool complaint croquet?

Start at the game.

Barge in.

And make them start over.

Mr. Wilson.

Mr. Wilson.

Mr. Wilson.

Mr. Wilson.

Just say the least.

Let's just find some mallets and then we can stand at the edge of the lawn without attracting

attention.

How do you know?

Her nephew was at Harvard with me, but that's why she took me off with anyone's guess.

And some young men in the talk are always useful.

That's what my mother says.

And a girl should always listen to her mother.

Mr. Van Rine, I thought you were coming.

I heard you were in Europe.

I was.

I've only just got home.

I had a friend.

I was.

I was.

I was.

I only just got home.

I haven't told anyone I'm back yet, but then I thought, why the devil not?

May I present Mr. Russell?

I know how you feel.

I came down from college and I left minutes later.

My mother practically calling down E-61st street as I went.

Where are you?

E-61st.

My parents have built a house on the corner of Fifth Avenue.

They just moved in.

But I know it well.

My mother lives almost opposite.

Huh.

Why did they choose to live so far up town?

It's not as far up as it used to be.

And they wanted a building plot on the avenue.

My parents and Mr. and Mrs. George Russell.

Has your mother spoken of it?

Yes.

And not as acquaintances.

You've moved in then.

I suppose we have.

We.

My father and my mother and my sister.

How cozy that sounds.

I don't understand why they have taken you in.

I did miss Book of Good Taren.

What sort of good term?

It doesn't matter.

I brought the clothes as you asked.

Thank you.

So what's next?

I sell an article or a story.

You know your father thinks that will never happen.

Which is just one of the many reasons why I can't come home.

Eventually you have to forgive him.

He was just protecting you.

From what?

From a poor choice that could have ruined your life.

Well I'm back in New York anyway.

Why didn't you choose this place?

I like it.

When will you come home?

I've told you.

I have a job in the fresh start that I need.

You know you get your stardomous from your father.

I don't want to talk about him.

He loves you.

And he only wants the best form.

I know he feels what he thinks is love.

But I disagree with his definition.

Maybe he can be hard and demanding.

But he was only thinking of your welfare.

I swear.

But you can't swear.

Because you weren't there.

Don't force me to take sides.

What are you losing for money?

I don't need money.

I'm fed, I'm paid and I have a place to stay.

Well I brought you some.

You take it.

I told you I don't need it.

Don't be silly.

I'm your mother.

I'm allowed to give you money.

Thank you.

I'm going now.

Just remember.

We are all held fast.

Frozen in time until you finally allow us to move forward.

I'm going to be able to get you.

Will there be anything else, man?

You tell me.

Will there?

It might be better without the brooch.

It's too much?

Yes, it's too much.

Right.

That's it.

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Thank you.

Mrs. Morris?

I'm Mrs. Fain. Mrs. Morris is over there.

Mrs. Russell?

Mrs. George Russell?

And this is my daughter Gladys.

From further up Fifth Avenue.

On the corner of 61st Street?

But of course!

That great little girl.

Mrs. Morris?

That new house we've all been talking about.

How good of you to come.

Let me introduce you to Mrs. Russell, Mrs. Morris.

How do you do?

Mrs. Russell has come here today with her daughter.

From their new house on the corner of 61st and Fifth.

It's just been finished. You must know the one I mean.

How thrilling!

Who built it for you?

Our architects trained in Europe, Mr. Stanford White.

You must pay us a visit.

Calp brave. Not to go with the same old builders everyone else uses.

I don't think we should be afraid of new things.

Or new people.

How often we have said to each other.

We must know the family who live in that marvelous house every time we drive past.

And here you are.

I hope we can persuade you to an interest in our cause.

As you say, I'm here.

And you of course, Mrs. Russell.

I trust you'll take our part.

I certainly intend to.

My daughter isn't out yet. She's only here to accompany me.

Surely charitable work is good for the spirit at any age?

It depends.

Who's that?

Mrs. Chamberlain.

Mrs. Augustus Chamberlain.

She seems to know as few people as I do.

No, I think she knows a good many of the women here.

They just don't want to know her.

Aurora.

Aunt Ada!

You are good.

Nonsense.

How is Aunt Agnes?

Is she coming?

I am her ambassador.

And this is Miss Marion Brooke, our late brother's daughter.

How do you do Miss Brooke?

You know, my uncle was married to your aunt.

And I think we're cousins anyway, through the living stones.

Are you in New York for long?

Marion has come to live with us, and she wants to help out with the charity if she can be useful.

This is a manor from heaven.

I also have to note this very afternoon.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, this is Miss Brooke.

Miss Marion Brooke.

Mrs. Russell and Miss Russell.

We are neighbors, I think.

Of course we are.

Not that splendid new palace right on the avenue.

They're very warm.

I was looking up at those rows of windows, only this morning wondering what lies behind them.

Then you must cross the road and see. Isn't that cell glass?

If Miss Brooke could spare the time.

Of course.

I think we should go in.

Don't tell Aunt Agnes they were here. She'd been livid with me.

She'll find out.

I feel rather sorry for the clue.

I liked them.

That's not the point. What is the point?

Let's face it Aunt Ada, we need money.

And you know how much those women give when they want to get in.

There's a price for that award, and it's no good thinking you won't have to pay it.

Who is that?

Mrs. Chandler.

I don't understand you, sir.

You want to throw money away just so you can ruin me?

That's not how I would put it.

You intend to build a new line right alongside my own, all the way from Cleveland to Toledo, just to put me out of business.

I need that stretch.

And I'm not going to do that.

I want to control Sandusky.

Sandusky?

What the hell, Sandusky?

Beyond a bunch of tents and shatties.

Sandusky can be an important city now the railroad passes through.

And I want it to be my city.

Then buy the tractor already exists and save yourself thousands.

But you turn me down.

Twice.

I turned down your offer because I thought you'd come back with more.

It's called negotiation.

Not in my book, Mr. Thorburn.

You refused my bid.

And now I will build a new line alongside yours.

Which would wipe me out.

I'm afraid that'll be a consequence, yes.

But it is not my principal intention.

Oh, isn't it?

Well, thank the Lord.

Is there anything else?

Because I have another appointment.

So what you were saying is you would rather waste a fortune?

They pay an honest price for a line already operating?

But I do not see it as a waste.

Once people learn and my second offer isn't veryably my last,

they won't as a rule refuse me.

Over the years I expect to save a lot more money than I'm spending now.

You bastard.

I may be a bastard, Mr. Thorburn.

But you are a fool.

And of the two, I think I know which I prefer.

Now, good day to you, sir.

Do you often come to Newport, Miss Aster?

I will.

My parents bought a house here last year, Peachwood.

They've nearly finished the renovations.

I suppose I'll be here a lot.

Was there much to do to the place?

Well, obviously my mother couldn't live in a house without a ballroom.

You may laugh, but as my mother never tires in pointing out,

our future success in New York depends entirely on the support and approval of Mrs. Aster.

I'm afraid it's true.

She is quite a force.

A force for good, I hope.

Well, a force to be reckoned with.

The butler was looking for you.

He found me.

He had a letter for my mother.

She wrote that a cousin has come to live with him while I've been away.

Miss Marion Brooke.

So that is something to look forward to.

A dumpy spinster with a face like a cabbage and a figure to match.

We're going into dinner, but before we do, I want to warn you

that when you would turn, you would find tables have been set up for the game of Sinch.

And you are all playing.

But suppose we don't know how.

Then you will learn during dinner.

Sinch, did we really have to?

I'd say there's no escape.

I'm so sorry that got torn.

It wasn't your fault.

How was your excursion?

So so.

At least she brought me some of my clothes.

What did the staff here like?

Nice on the whole with one or two exceptions.

I ought to go down and say hello.

Marion?

Marion?

I've decided to give in at home.

What does that mean?

You know perfectly well.

I'll send cards saying we'll receive after dinner on such and such an evening,

and they're welcome to look in.

Who are they?

Mrs. Fane was telling me how curious people are about the house.

They want our money, Bertha.

It's a good cause.

I'm sure.

And I'm glad if you'd like to donate, but please don't deceive yourself that their interest in us is something more.

George, we have to start somewhere.

Everyone calls on Mrs. Vanderbilt now. They're seen everywhere.

What's that got to do with it?

When his grandfather arrived in New York, no one would go near him.

That was half a century ago.

What are you saying? We have to keep this up for 50 years and then someone may drop by.

Things move faster nowadays.

That's a relief.

I think what father means is that...

They want to see this house. They've watched it going up and now they'd like to see inside.

It doesn't make them your friends.

I'm not asking them to dine or dance.

I won't use the ballroom. I'll save that for another time.

I just want them to look in and I don't think they'll be able to resist.

Church, please tell Mrs. Bruce.

Yes, ma'am.

Is it true Miss Aiden and Mrs. Marion met Mrs. Russell from across the road at their charity event?

How do you know that?

I saw one of their footmen in the street and he was talking about...

Miss Armstrong?

I don't think I should say.

Then tell me I'll having a fit of discretion. Miss Armstrong.

I don't understand. Why does it matter?

It doesn't matter when Mrs. Von Ryan hears about it.

Well, sure I have to give in one day.

Why?

Because they own the future, men like Mr. Russell.

Mrs. Van Ryan will have to come to terms with his sooner or later.

It stands the reason.

What will you do if she doesn't?

Me.

Nothing, I guess.

Oh, I see.

You spoke so definitely and I thought you had some course of action planned in protest.

No, Mr. Banister.

No.

And don't you forget it.

But what is the scale of this at home to be?

You can talk it through with the mistress tomorrow.

If they come, it will only be out of curiosity to see the house.

What makes you say that?

Master's successful, isn't he?

People want to know you when you're success.

It's when you fail. They turn their backs.

You sound rather bitter, Mr. Watson.

No, just stating the fact.

Are you keeping something from us?

No.

Come, Mr. Turner.

There is no need to put him on the spot.

Don't need protection, Mrs. Bruce. Thank you.

I have nothing to hide.

Well, if that is true, you must be a very unusual person.

Welcome home, Mr. Larry. I hope you had a pleasant journey.

Yes. Thank you. It was very nice.

Come back here. Come back here.

Good heavens. That was brave.

Anyone would have done the same.

I doubt it. There would be bodies up and down Fifth Avenue.

Are you a van Rind?

Almost. Mrs. Van Rind is my aunt. I'm Marion Brooke.

Oscar Van Rind's cousin. Yes.

You're not as he described you.

I'm Larry Russell.

Well, you'd better tell him to keep him under control in future.

Nobody can keep pumpkin under control. Not for very long, anyway.

Miss Brooke.

Mr. Russell.

Thank you, Church. There was a good man.

Has my trunk arrived from college?

Yes, and it's been on a pack, Mr. Larry.

Hello, Pear. How is everything?

Much as usual.

Except that mother's decided to give her first swale ray.

There you are, dear. Have you had a lovely time?

Lovely enough.

You should have your own valet. Now you're down from Harvard.

It is not fair to burden Church.

I gather we're going to christen the new house.

Just a few people calling in, but I think it's time.

How many are coming?

It's hard to say if they don't accept in a formal way,

but I think if we cater for 200, it's probably safe.

Wow.

I thought you'd like to ask some friends of yours.

Such as?

Such as Mrs. Fish.

Should the goaleds or that nice Miss Aster?

I hardly know them. I was only there to make up numbers.

Are you inviting Mrs. Van Rind?

Maybe. Now go and wash. We'll have lunch in a minute.

Why do you bring that beastly dog?

Dogs are supposed to run alongside parages.

Not travel in them.

Oh, I think we must make an exception for pumpkins.

I'd ask Oscar Petit.

It's time he met you.

A lot of friend of it here, John Adams.

That's nice.

Miss John is Princey Adams' great-grandson.

He will call him Mr. Adams.

And wear one of your new dresses.

I almost forgot.

Janister gave me this as I was leaving.

I put my left it just before we came down.

It's from Mrs. Russell.

It's addressed to you as well, Marian.

Mrs. Van Rind, Miss Brooke, Miss Marion Brooke.

She's clearly had lessons in etiquette.

She's trying to be neighbourly.

Here's an invitation.

Addressed to us?

They were bound to entertain soon.

They hadn't built that great house to sit by the fire and ream.

Oh, love them.

Entertain their own sort.

I don't know.

There are plenty to choose from.

If I miss either question, who is Mrs. Augustus Chamberlin?

Where have you heard that name?

Mrs. Chamberlin was at Mrs. Paine's charity gathering.

Of course she, by heavens.

Who else was there?

Pickpockets?

Newly released criminals?

What was the law of painting?

One must remember that the point of the exercise is to raise money.

But there is no excuse for risking the reputation of every lady in the room.

Marian, Juan, and if you seem as this chamberman again, you are to turn your face away.

Is that clear?

Very.

So what about Mrs. Russell's party?

I presume we are not going.

I am mad.

Would you please see that Mrs. Morris, that Mrs. Fame, that Mrs. Astor gets this?

I am afraid Mrs. Fish is not at home now.

Really?

Only she knows my son, Larry Russell.

He was just staying with her in Newport.

She is not at home, madam.

But you will give her my card and this envelope?

You will say I called?

Of course not.

Thank you, gentlemen.

That's all.

Tell Atkins no.

Warren Schultz, I am interested but not yet convinced.

Give Brennan until 10 tomorrow morning or the deal is off.

Very good.

Mr. Stanford White is outside.

Bring him in.

Bring him in.

Thank you, Clay.

Mr. White, sorry to drag you here when we are now in a busy day.

I hope nothing is wrong with the house.

Quite the contrary.

It is working splendidly.

So splendidly in fact.

Mrs. Russell has decided it is time we began to entertain.

That's what it was built for.

You will receive a card from her.

She feels our guests will be interested in the place.

She'd like you there to answer questions.

I should be honored, of course.

I hope it's a success.

Oh, people are curious about the house.

They want your money for pet causes and your children are both good looking.

I'd say it will be.

Can you help her, Mr. White?

How?

I'm not fashionable.

But I'm glad to be able to thank you properly for taking a chance on me.

You have Mrs. Russell to thank.

Not me.

Whatever her faults.

She has imagination and taste.

You know.

I know.

She will need all three in New York.

I've left them for you to sign.

Thank you, Miss.

Hello, mother.

The wanderer has returned.

You took your time coming to tell me.

Mrs. Miss Scott, who is helping with my post.

My son, Mr. Van Rine.

Hello.

I'll leave you.

Look at her work.

Where's Mr. Adams?

I'm here.

Why did you want me to bring him?

You should have come earlier.

You've been home for ages and you've never even met your cousin.

Well, I'm here now.

How long will she be staying?

Why?

Well, I'll already have Aunt Ada around my neck.

That's if anything should happen to you.

Why must you always sound so sharp?

I presume I'm expected to keep the house running indefinitely.

I shouldn't worry about Marian.

She'll be gone long before I am.

What makes you so sure?

Marian, my dear.

I don't believe you have ever met my son Oscar.

Mr. Van Rine, I was beginning to think you're only a dream.

Should we kiss?

We are cousins.

Let's shake hands for now.

But I hope you'll call me Oscar.

He's been in Europe.

I know how I envy you.

It was mostly dull meetings and dusty boardrooms.

I can't believe that.

Mr. Adams?

Mr. Adams, how good of you to drop by.

What can we give you?

Nothing.

Thank you, Mrs. Van Rine.

May I present Mr. Adams, my dear?

Miss Mary and Brooke is my niece.

She has just arrived in the city.

Is it your first visit to New York?

It's my first visit to almost anywhere.

Can you help me with what I should see?

I'm sure Mrs. Van Rine will have a comprehensive list

of museums.

So the wrestles have moved into their house in my absence.

Don't remind me.

I ran into the sun in Newport.

He's nice enough.

And I gather there's a daughter.

I believe so.

I should like to meet her.

Are you going to their sware?

Of course not.

Don't say such things.

Mama, you are encouraging me.

I take that as the highest praise.

I need to get a four-hour pie.

Right, stack.

Ready for a drop back.

That's right.

Yes, sir.

I need a free fee.

Some food.

You let me in hand like this.

You'll be there.

You'll be there.

You'll be there.

You'll be there.

She said 200, but I must be ready with more.

At a moment's notice if we go over that figure.

So what's wrong?

I'm not making hands sandwiches.

I'm not making toast.

I sympathize, Miss.

But we have our orders.

Madame, does not understand how these things should be managed.

I beg your pardon?

You know as well as I do, she isn't one of them.

I used to work for Mrs. Griswold on the 50th.

That's why Madame hired me to teach her the ways of the old people.

But Mrs. Griswold wouldn't have come near this house.

She was a very stupid woman.

The mistress is not a player in the great game, whatever she says.

Well, Miss Turner, I hope you can overcome your distaste and give the mistress a helping

hand with her clothes for the evening.

Surely things are changing.

Not fast enough for Mrs. Russell.

I'm always active if you liked her.

When I have to.

She does not have the manner of the real people, and she cannot learn it.

Mrs. Griswold would see through her in a moment, in just a moment.

She was so wonderful.

Why did you leave?

Well, we were fired.

She died, Mr. Watts, in a hard attack.

Just as she was changing from Mrs. Astor's ball, it was very hard on Mr. Griswold.

Because it was left all alone?

Because he wanted to go to the ball.

All right, I'll...

You're almost ready.

I should get changed.

There's no hurry.

I just want to be downstairs to supervise all the final details.

It feels as if it's held on with nails.

You look superb.

So?

Are you ready for your trial by hospitality?

Well, if I'm not ready now, I never will be.

What was it your mother used to say?

You are the only one of my children who was worthy of my dreams.

Much good did those dreams do her?

She had nothing while she lived and nothing when she died.

You loved her.

That wasn't nothing.

Thank you.

Don't you think she'd be proud of you this evening?

I wonder.

Ask me again at midnight.

I wish you'd invited some of the old crowd.

The house will be full of strangers.

We're headed in a different direction now, George.

We're joining a different club.

Even if they don't want us to be members?

Why shouldn't we be members?

I'm tired of letting all those dull and stupid women dictate the way we live our lives.

Why, you've done more for this city in ten years than their families have achieved in centuries.

Things are changing, Bertha.

They can't change fast enough for me.

And you've come a long way.

Even I can see that.

I don't want to come a long way.

I want to go all the way.

I'd just like you to be happy.

And I know my loving you is not enough.

It's almost enough.

I should go.

Watson will be wondering where I am.

Quite a spectacle, isn't it?

Well, they sure are taking a lot of trouble.

It must seem hard to miss the party.

But Agnes feels so very strong.

She can't make me dislike them.

Nor would she want to.

Yes, she would.

Well, perhaps she would, but I would not.

I'll see you down in a minute.

I'll see you downstairs.

You mustn't think harshly of Agnes.

Her life has not always been easy.

Why did she hate my father so?

He sold our family farms.

He sold the house where we were born and where we had lived for a century and a half.

And then he just spent the money.

He bought nothing, he saved nothing, he gave us his sisters nothing.

So she felt he betrayed you both?

That's how it was for her.

You see, our father had died quite young.

And we depended on Henry entirely.

So she wasn't already married?

No, but he had proposed and so she felt she had no choice.

Henry had let us down.

And there was nothing for it but to marry Mr. Van Rine.

And he was not an easy man.

He was not a man you would like to be along with.

All I ask is that you give us a chance.

We are not as Henry described us to you.

Please.

Just give us a chance.

Is everything ready downstairs?

They're all rather excited, sir.

We've been waiting to entertain on a grand scale since we got here.

As long as we are entertaining on a grand scale.

Take out the chrysanthemums. I said specifically no chrysanthemums.

Yes, ma'am.

When are they laying the carpet across the sidewalk?

They're doing it our matter.

I'm a shibotan. Isn't too hysterical.

We're old.

We should start dinner.

Why don't you look in?

You needn't stay for long.

Nontagnes would have a fit.

Does she have to know?

I could wait downstairs to make sure you can get back in.

I fell open spirit her.

We must let them get in here.

They need to clear away and start laying the supper.

There are cigars and brandy for you, Father.

We could go to the smoking room.

Is there anything I can do, Mother?

Go to bed.

She's not a child.

So you keep telling me?

No one will mind that she isn't officially out.

Not in her own mother's house.

Why isn't she out anyway?

She ought to be. She should have made her debut this year.

I wish to present her at a ball in this house,

and I'm not giving one until I know we can fill the rooms.

Let her stay, my dear.

If you're all going to bully me...

I can help.

Very well. Go and get changed.

Church, tell them to come in.

Very good, ma'am.

I think I'd make a lot of light down. I've got rather a headache.

What about an early night?

I'll see. You wouldn't mind?

Not at all.

Where's Marion?

She's gone upstairs. She has a headache.

She was asking earlier why you disliked Henry so.

Did you tell her?

I did.

But I tried not to make it too vivid.

She can be so like him at times.

She speaks and I hear Henry's voice challenging everything just as he did.

But look how that turned out.

Well, I like her strong views.

I like her energy.

Don't worry, Agnes. She's clever.

She'll learn the rules.

Wilshire, revolutions are launched by clever people with strong views and excess energy.

Thank you.

Miss Brooke.

Welcome.

If you'll come this way.

Miss Brooke.

Miss Brooke.

What a nice surprise. Are your aunts with you?

I'm afraid they couldn't get away.

But you are made of stern or stuff.

Ah, Larry. May I present my son, Larry Russell?

Miss Marion Brooke. You're neighbors. You should know each other.

Excuse me.

I hope the little dog recovered from its shock.

Isn't your demise, you mean? Don't worry. He's very resilient.

I guess I'm a bit early.

I don't think so.

You see, Miss Brooke, my father's dollars do not always have the desired effect.

Usually, but not always.

You don't seem to mind much.

I don't. These things should happen naturally.

Unlike my dear mother, I'm not a big believer in forcing change.

Then I suspect she and I have more in common than we do.

How are you enjoying living with your aunts?

They've taken me in, so I should be grateful.

But we seem to disagree on so many topics that I'm sure will come to blow, isn't it?

Perhaps they'll educate you. You'll educate them and you'll meet somewhere in the middle.

Hello, Miss Brooke.

Hello, Miss Russell.

Have you met?

Yes, but you wasn't tall my aunt.

Is Mr. Frank not with you?

He wanted to be very much, but business has tied him to his desk.

And Mrs. Morris, she was so curious about the house.

How she longed to come.

But she couldn't get away either.

Isn't it a shame?

A real shame when you think of the check you both want from me.

I know, but I thought if I came alone and just stayed a few minutes, then that might...

I mean, I know what you mean.

Mrs. Fane.

And please, don't feel you have to linger. It's really not necessary.

Just go, Mrs. Fane.

Please go.

She wasn't here long.

I suppose Mother's made another quarrel.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

I'm not going to be here.

She wasn't here long. I suppose Mother's made another quarrel.

I'm afraid I can't stay either.

I just wanted to look into pay my respects to your parents.

I hope we can meet again. I'm sure we will.

Let the three of us be friends, in spite of everything.

Contramundo.

Leaving already, Miss Brooke?

I'm afraid I must get back, but thank you for including me.

For including you and what?

Thank you for coming, Miss Brooke.

Who is that? Our neighbor, Miss Marion Brooke.

There's no need to be angry with her, my dear.

The aunts will have forbidden her to come, and she has chosen to defy them.

But Warren must I be the enemy.

Well, that's easy. They have been in charge since the Mayflower land, and now it's your turn.

Because you are the future.

And if you are the future, then they must be the past. That's what frightens them.

Miss Brooke, what are you doing here?

Does Aunt Agnes know?

No. And please don't give me away.

I won't tell if you don't. Good night.

I hope we meet again soon. In less foreign climbs.

Oh, I was just going up to check on you. How's the headache?

Much better. Quite gone in fact.

I'm glad.

We should go up.

Come along, A-dots. Long past your bedtime.

By the way, we have decided to make your modest allowance.

It won't be much, but you'll have a little independence.

But you've already given me so many clothes.

Piddlepaddle? No nonsense, please.

I don't deserve it, truly. As I cannot promise to live with an Aunt Agnes's confines.

I understand.

I only ask that you never break your own moral code.

But that is the soundest guide any of us can have.

How wide, Santaita?

Please don't sound quite so surprised.

What will you do with it all?

Church, get the kitchen staff to box it up and send a message in the morning to the charity organization society.

Ask them to collect it.

I don't know what the poor of New York will make of lobster salad.

Thank you, Church.

Well then, take it away.

Cooking for poppers? That's not what I'm used to.

And dare say you're not used to making supper for guests who never turn up.

The evening was a folly. This house is a folly.

She's built a palace to entertain the sort of people who will never come here.

Don't count her out so quickly.

I agree. She knows what she wants, why shouldn't she try to get it?

It's nothing to me if she fails or succeeds.

Isn't it, Mr. Turner? You seem to take it personally.

Failure is catchable, Mr. Church. It rubs off if you're not careful.

What about Mr. Russell? See you, Failure too.

I'll accept her payment and I'll stay for as long as she wants me to. I need the work.

And besides, it will leave me time to write.

Write foot.

Short stories, articles. And I hope one day to write a novel.

How ambitious. Some may think it far-fetched. My father does.

But women have been successful writers for years.

White women? But I have a few precedents.

Then why shouldn't you? I envy you.

I'd like to work too, properly.

What at?

I'm not like you. I don't have any burning talent yearning to be free.

I just want to be busy to be needed. To be in a hurry.

You know, they'd never allow it. Except for charity.

Then I'll work at my charities and wait to see what comes.

After all, we've made it to the city.

That's right. You're a New Yorker now. We both are.

And for a New Yorker, anything is possible.

So good luck to both of us. And good night.

Good night, Peggy.

How was your evening?

Wasted? I wanted a go-to party.

Any party? No. The Russell's party.

I wasn't invited. You will be next time.

What was the attraction?

Never mind about that now.

Good evening, Mr. Mists.

Good evening, Captain. Good evening, Miss Caroline.

Good evening, hefty.

Is Mrs. Astra still awake, hefty?

She's in the drawing room.

Say good night to my mom for me. I'm nearly dead and Rosie has to be of a dawn.

I will. Good night.

Good night, Carrie.

Hello, Mother. Carrie, dear. How was it?

All right. Mr. Devorjak played until I thought his fingers would fall off.

And then he spoke about composing when we couldn't understand a word.

Where's Ellen? Just gone to bed.

Rosie has to get up early for some diplomatic thing.

I wish you wouldn't call him that.

I can't call him Mr. Roosevelt. Call him James.

Nobody calls him James.

What are these? Old invitations.

I was looking through them to see if I needed to keep any of the addresses.

This one was for tonight. Mrs. George Russell at 800 and 1 5th Avenue.

Are you awake?

Would you like me to come in with you?

This is harder than you thought it would be. I know that.

I hope you won't give up.

Good night.

I met their son in Newport with Mamie Fish.

Did you go? Don't be ridiculous.

I'll never give up.

Then I promise you this. I'll make them sorry one day.

I'm glad to hear it, my dear. Defeat is not your color.

I'm glad to hear it.

I'm glad to hear it.

I'm glad to hear it.

I'm glad to hear it.