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Students of Nyong'en Zen

Are you sure this isn't too much for you, Agnes?

We should have ordered the carriage.

All my life I brought to church on Easter morning, why should I stop now?

Because we're getting older.

You may be getting older.

I am not.

How long will you be in your port?

Only a few days this time. Larry says the house is finished and I want to make sure that it is.

Well, I hope it will take your mind off at other business. I hate to see you upset.

Nothing will take my mind off that other business as you call it.

As long as we have no box of thick cat and we are not in the front rank of society, whatever we may pretend.

That's what Carrie asked her since.

Well, she should know. Her mother will have been consulted and she must have decided to keep her sound.

The Academy must have a list of applicants as long as you are on her.

And I'm sure Mrs. Aster tried to help.

Are you? I'm not.

What do you see? I've forgotten how beautiful Philadelphia was.

I hope we're not long even late. The church isn't fine. So you know.

When I was in school we'd visit for some events.

It's nice and Mr. Spring to an event.

Nice and close, none of this is easy for them. Of course not.

But the Spring family has asked us to join them in their brief Easter. So that is what we shall do.

How could I go miss you? Or should I say? You first, Mr. Aster.

It does not offend me that I am a source of humor to you all. I confess I would like to know how long it must go on.

Until it stops making us smile.

Mr. Borden pretended to be French to get a job. Is that a crime?

Not a crime, but quite a good joke.

If the mistress can accept that her chef is from Kansas, surely we can.

If she admits it at all, I bet it's through gridded teeth.

Or should we say, all I don't.

Seven eight.

I never think dinner tonight is still a hot doe.

Hello. Miss Weber, isn't it?

How do you know my name?

I asked one of you, Footman. I'm Jack Trotter. I work for Mrs. Van Rine, of course, the street.

Then happy Easter, Mr. Trotter.

I was thinking I'd like to meet up someday. Maybe have a cup of coffee?

We're off to Newport tomorrow.

For long?

Only till next Monday. But we'll go back soon for the season.

Well, when you get home, maybe we could arrange something before you're gone again.

I'd like that.

Oh, pretty, they've made it.

Miss Mrs. Russell.

Oh, happy Easter.

To all of you.

Later comes to town.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, my gosh.

Oh, my gosh.

Oh, my gosh.

I'm going to see you now.

Hey, that'll be it.

Oh, I'm going to tell you, I've had a letter from D'Aishol Montgomery.

Oh, how is he?

Who is he?

A nephew of my late husband.

Arnold.

Are you in first name terms?

We weren't, and I was his wife.

What's Dashal up to?

Well, it seems he tired of Washington and it's moved back to New York with his daughter.

Oh, for motherless girl.

Motherless.

Dashal's wife died very young.

Francis must be about 14 more.

I'll invite them for some tea, maybe next Thursday.

Not Thursday.

Why not?

No reason, really.

But I'm usually about the busy on Thursdays.

Oh.

As we celebrate the resurrection of our Savior, we know the Lord is close to the brokenhearted.

And we pray for those in our congregation, the sick, the lonely, the bereaved.

And we ask continued prayer for Samuel Spring since the death of his wife and son who was blessed with two mothers,

one of whom is here today.

Our prayers are with you all.

Easter is a time of renewal.

It is through the miracle of Easter that our Savior gives us new life.

Today we declare our sublime and unshaken faith that Christ did truly rise from death,

and that God, having raised him up, shall also raise us up with him.

Please rise.

Let us ask, how God, that our hearts may be light with heavenly hope.

It may not happen in this world, but it will happen.

In the sweet hereafter, when we shall rise again, and be made like unto Christ in his eternal and glorious kingdom.

Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

Happy Easter to you, it's no surprise.

I thought he did well. The new rapture.

He kept the sermon short, which is something...

Oh look, he's over there, shall we sing along?

You've been leaving for another time.

Excuse me.

I know exactly who you are.

This is Van Rine, and Mrs. Brookfield told me all about you.

You mustn't believe everything you hear.

And this is our niece, Mrs. Marion Brook and Mrs. Van Rine's son, Oscar.

Pleasure.

That was lovely sermon.

I hope so. Half the battle is not to put the congregation to sleep.

Mr. Russell.

I thought I might see you here.

Happy Easter to you, Mr. Tridman.

I hear you're having some union difficulties in Pittsburgh.

You could say that.

I ask because we're going through something similar in Cleveland.

And of course, Jay Gould is having trouble too.

They say membership of the Knights of Labors in hundreds of thousands now.

Never mind the Knights of labor.

We're still with the steel workers.

They've elected a new leader, a man called Henderson.

And I'm afraid he seems to know what he's doing.

The only thing worse than a union man is a clever union man.

We ought to get some of the owners together.

Gould, Morgan, Billy Vanderbilt, if you come.

Shall we go?

We'll be in touch.

How are you settling into the city?

Well, New York is very different from Boston.

It's the little things I miss.

Old haunts.

Familiar food.

New York cuisine isn't meeting your standards.

Oh, quite the opposite.

Though I am still searching for an authentic bowl of the Minkland clown chow.

Well, I hope you find it.

But you're managing?

I survived the Easter service today.

And my first wedding is this week.

So I feel I'm getting married.

May we hear?

Who is to be married?

Miss Bingham and Mr. Rakes.

Do you know that by a judge?

No, but...

Yes.

We should go.

We mustn't keep the vector all to ourselves.

Happy Easter.

Happy Easter.

Happy Easter.

Happy Easter.

Happy Easter.

Happy Easter.

Happy Easter.

Happy Easter.

Happy Easter.

Happy Easter.

Happy Easter.

Happy Easter.

Slow down.

We're not in our race.

Quickly or so if I couldn't get away fast enough.

Well, Ma, I think I'll say goodbye here.

I need a cow.

But you'll be back for dinner.

I will.

I hope you'll kill her.

I need...

Are you going to Mrs. Rutherford's Ball?

I'm quite surprised I've been invited.

With three bachelor's signs,

Motherfisher Rob, every heiress, New York on that floor.

All right.

I've been meaning to ask you about your...

I've wasted it, lovely.

How did you enjoy the service?

I thought it was great.

I must.

I'm...

I'm...

Yes, I do too.

I'm...

I'm...

I'm...

I'm...

I'm...

I'm...

I'm...

I'm...

I'm...

I'm...

I'm...

I'm...

I'm...

I'm...

I'm...

I'm...

It's been six months.

I should have written sooner.

As soon as I heard you were looking for me,

but by then they were gone.

I wasn't thinking straight.

It's good of you to come today.

Rewatted too...

to learn about him.

I love that loving little boy,

And so you was.

I wish I'd known.

You're coming home with me

so I can show you his room and his toys.

Maybe you'll feel that you do know him a little.

I hope so.

Mother.

Well, we write bigger here.

She deserves the full story of this short and dear life.

Don't worry, think.

Please.

You can't blame me for Scarlet Fever.

I can blame you that we weren't here before the fever struck.

If you had contacted Miss Wade soon, our boy might be alive today.

Please.

I bet you're out.

Did he like the room?

Did he enjoy his life?

He was a happy child.

Always laughing, always full of fun.

He wouldn't have stopped you seeing him.

I hope you believe that.

Don't be too nice to me.

I'd have taken him away.

That I fought the adoption and I would have taken him with me if I could.

I wish you had.

It might have saved him if you got into the city before the fever came.

Don't say that.

What will all go, man?

Keep it.

I mean it.

He loved his bear.

His mother should have his favorite toy.

His other mother.

She loved him, you know.

My carlada.

She loved him and she nursed him and she caught the fever and she died with him.

Shall we go downstairs for our Easter dinner?

I have a gift for you.

He is a photograph if he wouldn't be too painful.

Don't you want to keep him?

I have one of them, taken later with my wife.

Not long before they die, just as I remember them.

I appreciate your kindness.

So do I.

I mean it.

I'm gonna share a child.

A bond no one could even try to understand.

That's why we came.

Please come to the table.

Mrs. Scott, slowly girls, the food's not going anywhere.

Let's join hands every morning.

Mother, would you like to say greetings?

How was your service, Bridget?

What did I call it, Mass?

Good. I like St. Patrick's.

The new cathedral is a credit to the city.

I'll give you that.

How was yours?

I enjoyed it without the ladies showing off the latest fashions.

I'm not sure what that has to do with holding worship.

What were you saying to Miss Weber?

When did you see her?

She was a church with the other Russell Servants.

Don't you ever get tired of that wretched tapestry?

You're like a penelope waiting for Odysseus to get home.

Aunt Ada likes her needlework.

I like ice cream.

It doesn't mean I eat at 24 hours a day.

You rang, Mum.

Yes, we can't wait for Mr. Oscar any longer.

I don't know what's happened to him.

But if you can tell Mrs. Bauer will have dinner as soon as she's ready.

Very good, Mum.

I expect that's him now.

Oscar!

Oh, my God! What happened?

Who has done this?

I'm sorry, I haven't changed.

Oscar!

Ben Astor helped me get Mr. Oscar up to the blue room and find an old night show.

Marian, send John for Dr. Lewis.

Ada, do we have any bandages or so?

Oh, yes, I think they're in the kitchen.

I have no idea.

I have no idea.

I have no idea.

I have no idea.

I have no idea.

I have no idea.

I have no idea.

I have no idea.

Oh, yes, I think they're in the kitchen.

I'll fix them.

Oh, that can't be seen.

John?

Yes?

That's Dr. Lewis.

And when you've done that, go to Mr. Oscar's rooms and tell his man to give you what he'll need for tonight.

Why? What happened?

Mr. Oscar has been attacked.

I need whatever bandages and greens we have here.

I know when they were.

What do you mean to us?

What I said, he's been beaten and I dare say robbed.

Here we are.

How are you feeling?

Much better.

Thank you.

Then we must send for the police.

No, no, not the police.

Why not?

When you've been set upon in the street?

I have nothing to tell them.

I didn't see his face.

It all happened so fast.

And I don't want to be a story on the papers.

Well, I can understand that.

If you really have no evidence.

My mind is a complete blank.

And you did nothing to provoke him?

Why do you say such a thing?

Because I know you.

I've watched you.

Be reckless and rude.

Why were you walking the streets anyway?

Why didn't you hail a cab?

That'll be Dr. Lewis.

I'll go down.

She's just upset.

What you need is rest.

When Dr. Lewis has gone, try to sleep.

Bring the bell.

If you need something in the night, I'll hear it.

You've missed your vogue here.

You've missed your vocation.

How is he?

Settled.

But you were right about his needing sleep.

He'll feel better in the morning.

What a business.

Yes.

But I really came in to ask how you were feeling.

What do you mean?

When the new rector told us about Mr. Rake's marriage.

Oh.

That.

There's a little bit of a shock, but I'm fine.

All right, we'll be.

Good.

Because you have so much to look forward to.

I'm sure of it.

I did love him.

I'm glad you use the past tense.

It helps to accept that a thing is finished and done with.

The question is, what's next?

The right man will come along.

But I don't just want a husband on Tada.

Anyway, who says he'll come along?

He doesn't always.

That's true.

He never came for me.

But I'll be.

It's true.

He never came for me.

But I was very shy when I was your age with so much less to offer.

It would have taken someone rare to look inside my shell.

Yep, he didn't.

It was his loss.

Good night.

Good night.

Sleep well.

And dream of all the wonderful things that are waiting to happen.

I'm waiting to happen.

How did you know my size?

Mr. White was the one who found it.

Are you familiar with the house?

Not really.

It was built about 30 years ago and I believe it was quite social at the start.

But for the past decade it was owned by a quiet old lady from Milwaukee who did not entertain.

So for most people here it's going to be a new house on their house?

Indeed it will.

I hope you don't think I'm rushing me.

I do not.

You conquered New York.

Now it's time to conquer New York.

But I haven't conquered New York.

You go everywhere.

You die in the best houses.

You have a few opposite the asters and St. Thomas.

But I haven't got a box at the opera.

The academies turned us down again.

They can be very trined.

Mrs. Astor can be very trined.

She must have known.

Did she tell you they were keeping us out?

Do you think the New Metropolitan Opera will succeed?

The members of the academy are very determined it should not.

And if you jump that way you'll never take Mrs. Astor with you.

My advice would be to stick with her.

She'll get you into the academy in the end.

I'm not much good at it in the end.

Besides nothing stays the same forever and I can't always but Mrs. Astor's back in call.

Why not? I am.

Aren't you coming in?

You see we've increased the space in here and changed the angle of the life.

It's splendid. My son is a genius.

We can use this room for entertaining.

And come look into the old library next.

It's worked even better than I thought.

You have done well Larry.

What will you do now?

I expect I'll go to New York and look for some work.

I may have something to suggest in that department.

There is a widow here in Newport who's planning some alterations in additions to her house.

Mrs. Richard Blaine.

She's here? Out of season? Why?

She decided to live in Newport after her husband's death.

Has she been alone for many years?

He died about 18 months ago.

Seems rather soon for her to build. Isn't she still in mourning?

Not exactly.

But then the late Mr. Blaine was a good deal holder.

You mean she's glad to be rid of him?

Well she's glad to spend the money that he got at like a hyena.

I'm very grateful Mr. McAllister.

Yeah, I've never met her yet, but I think it could be managed.

You'd been town awesome.

Mr. Russell. I'm just going up to check the bedrooms before you see them.

Tell me more about Mrs. Blaine.

If you'd say she was penniless and in a tricky situation when she met Mr. Blaine, I do not believe she thought he'd survive for 20 years.

Why didn't she go back to New York?

Newport allows her moral freedom.

Hmm.

Oh, are you hungry? Didn't want me to know.

You've been crying again.

Thinking about your father?

We can't keep talk to her ourselves.

I was thinking about the first time I ever met him.

He saved my life.

Did I have to tell you that?

No.

I was walking home from church and two men started following me, taunting me.

White men?

Yeah.

And I rounded a corner hoping to find somewhere to hide and practically ran right into your father's arm.

Thank heavens?

When the two men caught up with me, Arthur stared them down.

He didn't have to say a word.

And they ran off.

Your father later told me that he saw what they were doing and wanted to make sure that I got home unscathed.

I never knew that.

I always felt so safe with Arthur.

I was sleeping in a man's arms for years.

You think you know her, but...

There you are.

Then I must be ready now.

How did you hear about my contract, Tom?

Aurora Fain told me.

Does your presence hear me and my friends again?

Oscar, you and I have known each other far too long and much too well not to be friends.

If that is the case, I'm delighted.

Good.

Now, will you tell me what really happened?

Nothing much.

I saw you at church that morning, by the way.

With someone tall and dark and handsome.

Tell me.

I met a guy in a bar and he said he had somewhere we could go.

And so he took you into a dark alley and he beat you to a pulp and he stole your wallet and your watch.

You didn't take my watch.

I don't know why not.

How long will this go on?

You can't keep putting your hands on me.

No, not.

How long will this go on? You can't keep putting yourself in danger.

I'm starting to think you may have a point.

Meaning.

I wonder if it isn't time I began to live a more grown up life.

Don't tell me this heralds the arrival of Oscar Van Rine, Family Man and Pillar of Society.

His entrance is rather overdue.

You do know you would be asking a very great deal of yourself.

No more than thousands of other men have asked before me.

No more than you will ask of yourself one day.

Not me.

I've no desire to lock who I am in a box and throw away the key.

I don't think I could anyway.

Then what will your life be?

Friendship.

Commandion ship.

Perhaps something more if I can learn to live with a little discretion.

Still a life of lies.

But I won't be lying to myself.

It's different for you. You've got brothers.

I am the torch bearer of the House of Van Rine.

Don't hate me.

I will never hate you.

Mrs. Bower, I thought you might both like some coffee, sir.

Oh, please thank her.

I will manage for ourselves.

Did she see anything?

There wasn't a lot to see.

Would you like anything else?

Thank you.

It's good of you to make time for me.

Not at all, but I assume you've come here on a mission.

And you're right.

I hope it wasn't in discrete of him.

But our friend Mr. McAllister seems to think that you're unhappy that the academy has failed to find a box for you.

When one became available.

But there are people on that list who have waited forever.

Your day will come, my dear.

And the Academy of Music has served New York society for 30 years.

Had they not earned our loyalty?

You always may be, but not mine. Not when they won't let me in.

Why didn't they see this coming and build more boxes when there was still time?

The Academy has been short-sighted.

I'm told there are 120 boxes in the new metropolitan upper house.

They can't want it to be exclusive.

They'll fill them though with so many new people in the city now.

Mrs. Russell, you must know how very proud I am of your success in New York.

That's generous.

I mean it.

You worked to be accepted.

And I do hope that I was a help.

You wouldn't want to throw that all away and find yourself back where you started out on your ear.

I suppose I like to go where I'm valued.

Where people are friendly.

Well, the audience at the new upper house will be easy to meet.

But you'll find that they are hard to get rid of.

Why don't I give a dinner of upper enthusiasts so we can discuss the whole subject?

Would you come?

May I see a list of the guests?

When I have one.

But give me a date that works first.

I need you there to be my guide.

I shall take it very seriously.

I wouldn't like to see you pay the price for backing the losing side.

Well, you're right about one thing, Mrs. Astor.

I certainly intend to find myself on the winning side.

Hiding his picture away won't get rid of the pain.

Of course not.

But do you want a daily reminder?

Author, we had a grandchild.

His photograph belongs with the pictures of your parents and mine and all the rest of them.

They're dead, but they're still our family.

All right. You want me to say it? I was wrong.

I thought I was right, but I was wrong.

We should have kept the boy.

There.

Are you satisfied?

How can I be satisfied?

My grandson is dead.

We saved you some dinner.

I'm not hungry.

It looks so much like you at that age.

Shall we keep it in here?

I don't think so.

I'll have it in my room.

She doesn't want it on display, Dorothy.

Well, she doesn't know you don't.

Well, I awake at night thinking about how I should have done things differently.

I'm sorry.

That's all I can say.

Well, you just have to keep saying it until Peggy can find it in her heart to forgive you.

Well, I do.

But don't you see, even if you are sorry, and I do believe that you are.

Doesn't change anything.

So you'll hate me all your life?

I don't hate you.

Look, we need a rest from each other.

We have been trapped in this trio of regret for too long.

Now I'm going to bed.

Oh, I wish you would stay.

It feels much too soon.

I do worry so.

You won't go back to the bank today.

I said I'll be there next week.

Marion, look after him.

I will.

How are you?

Really?

I'm making progress, as they say.

I could have been so much worse.

Indeed.

I could have been killed, and then what would have been the point of my having lived at all?

I can't say that.

Oh, look, a luncheon party.

No doubt to which I am not invited.

Don't tell me you're still pining for Gladys Russell.

I suppose she's now the sign of sure of all eyes.

Of course.

She's pretty, she's rich, she's out in society, and this is New York.

But are you still a contender?

Haven't you given up?

I should, really.

She never answers my letters, and if we do me, it's very astelted.

I'm sure Mrs. Russell has told him not to speak to me.

If you're really in love with her, you must give it another try.

But this time, make a proper plan.

You fill me with resolve.

So have you told your answer secret yet?

No, but I will.

When?

When I can't keep it secret any longer?

What about you?

I just don't know how much longer I can stay with my parents.

What's the remedy?

Is there any chance I could come back to 61st Street?

If Mrs. Van Rine hasn't found a replacement.

I assure you, she has not.

Think you ask if she'd meet with me.

antagonist would welcome me back with open arms, and so would I.

Not everyone in that house is so hospitable.

I think on darkness regrets keeping Armstrong when she let you go.

If you think you can handle her, please come back.

I'd like to.

The song's strong, that would stand.

I'll speak to you on darkness and write to you.

Thank you.

But why do you need my help?

You know, Gladys Russell.

Why can't you arrange to meet her yourself?

Because her mother doesn't want me as a suitor.

Mrs. Russell doesn't like any man she hasn't chosen.

But I don't see what I can do about it.

Now, would you like some more coffee, or can I fetch your sandwich?

I'll do it.

I'm glad to see you're better.

Was it very terrible?

It certainly made me think.

What was they doing, wondering around New York when I should have been at home,

dining with my family?

Heavens? You mean you'd like to settle down?

I suppose I do.

Which brings us back to Miss Russell?

Please help me.

I've helped you before, and nothing came of it.

This time I know what to do.

I just need a few minutes alone with her.

Ask us both to luncheon.

No. That would be too obvious.

But I've been meaning to Mark Cousin D'Aishel's return to New York.

You can come to that.

What reason can you have for asking Gladys but not her mother?

Leave it with me.

I have an idea.

Mrs. Fane is throwing a party for her cousin.

What's wrong with that?

It's on the day of my dinner.

How could she do such a thing?

Perhaps Mr. Minnock.

Perhaps Mr. Montgomery couldn't manage another date.

It starts at half past three.

We'll be home before six with plenty of time to get ready.

I can't come. I won't be able to leave the house that day.

Then Gladys can go with Miss Brooke.

She'll have been invited.

But will Miss Brooke protect her from men I don't approve of?

Honestly, Mother. You say I'm not to speak to men you don't approve of,

but you don't approve of anyone.

She must be allowed to go out.

You can't keep her in a band box.

Oh, very well. I give in.

Thank you.

Do I have to be at the dinner?

I only have some troublesome business in Pittsburgh I'm dealing with.

I need you there.

I wish I could understand the whole thing.

You don't even like opera. Not so I've ever noticed.

George, the opera is where society puts itself on display.

Not just in New York, but all over Europe.

And the leaders take boxes where they meet each other and their children court each other,

and that is how the wheels of society turn.

The Academy tried to stop the Metropolitan for being built.

And they thought they could.

But it'll be opened by the end of October.

If you decide to back the bet, you know you'll be taking on Mrs. Astor.

And?

Of course I love that you're not afraid of her.

I'm glad to be a friend, George, but not her lackey.

Aurora has written. She's giving a tea because of Dachshoe.

Weren't we going to manage that?

Aurora can do it, she's his cousin.

We'll all go and Marian can meet some more suitable young people.

Although I'm never sure that your definition of suitable is quite the same as mine.

If it isn't, it should be.

I hope you're not still pining after that tedious Mr. Ranks.

Oh, Agnes. There's no need to bring that up.

Not really, Aunt Agnes. They were bound to marry us on stage.

All I hope is that next time you will listen to us and not assume we know nothing.

I shall be more sensible.

If there is the next time.

That's all we ask, isn't it, Ada? Some respect for our advice.

All I want is for Marian to be happy.

I need you to confirm this is the final list for ordering.

Give it to me.

How's it coming on? We'll leave you ready in time.

I think so, but planning is the key.

I do have a favor to ask.

As you know, Mrs. Russell loves to put on quite a show,

so we're borrowing some footmen from various households.

And do you want me to swell their numbers?

Not exactly.

I don't mind this part of my job.

No. I need you more as an underbundler to take care of the wines.

We'll go through them together, of course,

but if you could see to their opening, decanting, icing, and serving throughout the evening...

I'm flattered.

Do you really think that you've signed with a new metropolitan?

It's beginning to look like it.

What, Mrs. Astra-kik-a-pusting?

Mrs. Russell doesn't lack courage.

I'm sorry.

I'll wait for that.

Papa?

No, no.

It's Dachil.

How very good to see you.

Except you should have called on us the moment you got to New York.

Indeed, I should have done. Not the Agnes. I hope you can forgive me.

Of course we can.

You know Oscar.

Oscar, good heavens.

We're both rather older than when we last met.

Don't remind me.

And this is our niece, Mary and Brooke, who lives with us now.

Does that make us cousins?

Almost, but not quite.

Where is Frances?

Is she here?

She is, but she found a group of young, and so she escaped me.

Cousin Dachil!

Oh, come.

Come.

Shall we have our tea?

Dachil, good to see you.

Oscar, why don't you show Miss Russell's Charles New Library?

My pride and joy.

Shall I?

If you wish.

I'm so pleased you're well again.

I'm not quite dancing yet, but when I do, I hope you do my partner.

Is your mother here?

No.

Why wouldn't they talk to you?

I'm glad she's not.

Well, at least I know now why you've never answered my letters.

Mother wouldn't see that keeping them for me was wrong.

I suppose she thinks I don't have enough to offer.

Which is why I asked Dorora to give this party.

So I could make the offer myself.

What?

I know there were men out there who were younger and richer than I am, but we would live well.

You could choose your own friends, run your own house, manage your own life.

Isn't that what you want?

Very much so.

And I'm not a bully.

I'd never force you to echo my opinions and parrot all my views.

Of course not.

Most men would.

That's true, I suppose.

I am happy to be hand-baked.

As long as you're doing the packing.

We'd have fun, Gladys.

I know we would.

I want us to be happy.

Very happy and I believe we could be.

Don't answer now, just know that I love and admire you more than I can say.

More than I've ever felt for any other woman.

But you don't know me. Not really.

I know you to be intelligent.

And fine.

And independent when you're allowed to be in witty.

You have every quality that I admire, truly.

Shouldn't you be saying these things to my father?

I'll write to him.

Oscar? Gladys?

Oh.

You must admit the tea.

Of course not.

Gould.

How are things going with the Knights of Labor?

Better for me than for them.

I should expect nothing less.

The demands are outlandish.

The leader powderly says he wants all workers to be in partnership with their employers.

He didn't want what he likes, Mr Gould.

He won't get it.

Have you sustained any damage?

Have you?

This isn't a competition, Chatterton.

Mr Gould is not cornering the gold market.

Mr Russell is not bankrupting a railroad.

For once, we're on the same site.

He's right.

Let us enjoy the sensation.

Well, I tried to target my freight traffic and shut some down.

But you didn't give in.

We can't give in.

But listen, what they want will grow with every concession.

Houses.

Medical care.

Less work.

More pay.

They want an eight-hour workday, for God's sake.

Safety measures that make a child's nursery look dangerous.

The point is we can't back down.

We'll lose control of everything we've spent our lives building.

For once, we must stand together.

And introduce change when we decide.

Not them.

They're a rebel.

So treat them like a rebel.

It comes to a higher half the working class to kill the other half.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

This has been lovely.

Everything was so charming.

Our pleasure.

We're so glad you could come.

My dad.

Could I hold you back for one more minute?

I've found Francis.

And she wants to say hello.

How nice to see you, my dear.

Aunt Agnes, Aunt Ada, how are you?

You have a good memory.

That's clear.

Miss Brooke, what are you doing here?

How do you know Miss Brooke?

She's my teacher at St Mary's.

What?

I teach watercolors at St Mary's.

On Thursdays.

The day is a material.

Did you know you were teaching Daschle's daughter?

How could she?

We've only just met.

Yes.

We should go.

But it's good to see you all.

Come and call on us.

So you and Mrs. Bower would have been on opposite sides of the war of 1866?

Yes.

I'm from Hanover, which fought with Austria.

And Miss Weber is from Berlin, her capital of Prussia.

Why can't Europe be like America?

Because Europe is nothing like America.

I hope you don't mind my saying so, but she seemed very young to be a lady's mate, Mrs. Russell.

I'm standing in until she finds a new one.

And Miss Gladys has made.

Now she's out to be enjoying the season.

You must be dressing her in glamorous ball gowns every night.

Mrs. Russell keeps her daughter on a tight ring.

I suppose she's afraid of fortune hunters.

Of which there are plenty in New York.

Name and no names.

They're back.

I better go.

Thank you for my coffee, Mrs. Bower.

Bye.

I hope we meet again.

I'd like that.

St. Mary's is an old school and very well respected.

I don't care if it's where George Washington learned to read.

I teach nice young ladies to paint.

What could be more respectable?

If you thought so, then why did you keep it a secret?

Because I knew you'd be angry.

Ada, why didn't you stop her?

Me?

What could I have done?

When did you find out about it?

This afternoon, like you.

So your contempt for us both was at least consistent?

I don't have contempt for anyone.

And it doesn't seem to bother cousin Dachshal that I teach at his daughter's school?

Or Aurora?

They feel sorry for you, that's all.

You're wrong.

Not everyone is as cruel and neat-spirited as you.

Oh, Marianne.

I'm not sure.

Not everyone is as cruel and neat-spirited as you.

Oh, Marianne.

Is it cruel to mind it when you stamp on our name and drag it in the mud?

Now, get out of my way!

I suppose you have to drop it now.

No!

I won't. I've given my word to the headmistress and I'm not going to break it.

Then things may be uncomfortable.

So what?

I won't be put in a cage.

Is everything all right, Mercedes?

Yes, Benister.

Only I heard shouting, which is unusual in this house.

It was unusual, yes.

But every now and then, I wonder if it isn't good to shout a little and let off steam.

You sent for me, ma'am.

I should be changing, but I need you to tell me that everything's taken care of.

Everything is taken care of, ma'am.

We did a dry run, the night that you died when Mrs. Cushing.

And the deliveries? The extra footman? They've all arrived?

Madam, please go up and change and leave this to me.

Such a fool to agree to a souffle will have to keep making new badges at ten minute intervals

than only serve them as they're wanted for the rest of the way.

Mr. Watson, are you ready?

I think so. I may have decanted too much of the Clarice, but better too much than too little.

Mr. Church, I'm doing a final check.

How nice you look.

I'd say that I fear it may harm you to be seen in that company, but I know you would only think me cruel, and mean spirited.

Marion didn't mean what she said.

Really?

I spoke too harshly. I admit that.

Agnes is sorry too. Aren't you?

Bana's struggle has scored you across the street.

Miss Marion Brooke.

Isn't she lovely? Aurora, hello. Mr Montgomery.

Miss Brooke.

He never said you were coming to this.

He didn't know. But Charles was summoned to Washington for her last minute meeting tomorrow.

I asked Ashle to take his place.

I must say the Van Rhein connection makes you all into quite a club.

Of which you are a member.

By marriage. Not by blood.

Oh, there's nothing wrong with that.

Good evening, Miss Brooke.

Mrs Russell.

Gladys enjoyed her tea with you.

I'm sorry you couldn't come, but of course I quite understand.

Well, I've met your cousin now anyway.

Thank you for letting me bring him.

Nonsense. He saved me from finding another man at the last moment.

Charles was wretched. He says you have the best friendship in New York.

That's funnier than you know.

Is this dinner in aid of the new opera house?

Why do you say that?

I thought it was for opera lovers in general, but I say Mr Gilbert's here.

And isn't he in charge of preaching the gospel of the myth?

I suppose that's true.

You do know I won't go against Mrs Astor.

I know you think you won't, but don't worry. We shall not fall out.

Mr and Mrs Robert McNeil.

Mr Russell, good evening.

Mr McNeil? Mrs McNeil? How good of you to come? My daughter Gladys.

How do you do? How do you do?

Gladys! Oh, please excuse me.

I gather Mr Gilbert's presence means the dinner is to support the Metropolitan.

If so, count us in.

Has he written to your father yet?

It was only this afternoon.

What will you say when he does?

That depends. I want to get away from my mother.

Of course.

What do you really want to be Mrs Oscar-fahrenheit?

You do know that Mrs Astor would like the Metropolitan blown up from its foundations?

Don't worry. I have a plan.

And this evening I simply wanted to understand the competition the Academy will face.

Here she is.

Mrs Astor, thank you for coming. I'm delighted to see you.

You have guests. I wasn't expecting.

You never said you'd invited the McNeil's.

I'm afraid that they have spent a long time on our waiting list.

Much longer than you.

Several guests here have spent time on your list.

Have you combed the city for the disenchanted rich who couldn't get a box at the Academy?

Mrs Astor, the Academy Board may think they can keep out the new people with impunity,

but you're clever enough to know they're wrong.

While the Metropolitan would welcome the old guard if they want to come,

why not take a box in both houses and see how it plays out?

Perhaps you do not value loyalty. I am different.

I should scold you, Mrs Fish, but I know that you're just playing with matches, as you like to do.

May I present Mr Gilbert? Or do you know him?

I know of him.

He is in charge of grubbing up the cash for the new house.

Not flattering, but true.

I would like to know that you're just playing with the new house.

I was hoping your presence here was a sign you were open to argument.

I am open to fetching my coat. Where's Carrie?

Please don't. We can't have a falling out and be a story in the morning papers.

If I stay, it will be under duress and only to avoid a scotter.

You should be very grateful.

Oh, look, we're going in.

Mrs Astor.

I must not delay our no doubt excellent dinner, but as a parting treat, let me announce the singers we can look forward to hearing in our first season.

Sophia Skalki, Marcella Sembridge, Giuseppe del Puente, Andrea Romano, Italo Campanini, Roberto Stonio, and of course the great Christina Nielsen, who will perform on the opening night.

If any of you can sleep after hearing those names, then I hope you dream of music.

But Nielsen always performs at the Academy. The Academy is her home in New York. She can't be singing.

Well, she is.

And surely, even if they sell every seat in the house, they won't have enough money for that cast.

They won't expect to run at a profit for the first few years.

I don't understand. What does that mean?

I guess it means they have plenty of money at their disposal.

But they can't plan to run at a loss. That isn't fair.

Well, the audience will have the chance to hear every major singer in the world. Isn't that fair?

What are you doing?

Just thinking.

About Miss Weber?

Me talking about.

You like her?

Are you making plans?

No.

But I won't be a foot in the middle of my life.

And what would you like to do?

I'm interested in a lot of things, but I'm not sure how to turn.

And even when we're living.

Perhaps Miss Weber could help.

I'm going inside. It's cold.

So you feel the Academy is finished?

It seems to me the Academy wants it every which way.

They have more boxes and they won't spend the money to secure the best singers,

but they don't want anyone else to do so either.

Mrs. McNealer, you all right?

Flora?

What is it?

Nothing. That is, I must have bitten my tongue.

Or something. Or something?

I bit my tongue.

I'm a little bit brown.

What do you think of this?

Open these eyes.

Yes, this is my view.

It's also an admirer.

Aren't you, my dear?

Don't I what?

An admirer of Roberto Stonio?

What?

The tenor you admire him.

I suppose I do, yes.

I hope it is not a disappointment that we won't leave the gentleman to their port.

Instead, would you like to join me in the hall?

What was that? Why were you looking at him?

That man is my father.

Did you know he was a servant?

My mother said he had come down in the world, but I wasn't sure her account was honest.

How did you recognize him after all this time?

He used to come to the house and watch me from across the street.

When at last I asked why he told me, what can we do?

Except hope it doesn't get out, I suppose.

Oh, I think we can do more than that.

Oh, my, how?

So what?

I don't know.

When was this all done?

I'm doing dinner. When do you think?

But that's even possible.

Look at that.

Oh, my, how?

So what?

When was this all done?

I'm doing dinner. When do you think?

But that's even possible.

What have you done?

You know now that the new opera house will open in October with the production of Guno's Faust.

And as you heard, we're lucky enough that Miss Christina Nielsen will sing the part of Margarit.

But we are perhaps even luckier than that this evening, because Miss Nielsen has traveled to New York to give you a taste of things to come.

Oh, what?

I bid you welcome to Margarit's Garden.

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