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You're not. Obviously what we gave was not sufficient.

But that's preposterous.

No woman living a she does here could possibly desire to spend so much.

Who cares what she does with the money? I don't.

We must cover the overdraft and increase the allowance.

I think you're being very foolish, Phillip.

But why? We both agree she should have an allowance. What's the matter?

Don't you trust her? Not entirely.

What?

While I was in Exeter, I met some old friends.

Oh, their great travellers have went to the Broad in Italy and France for over a period of years.

Well, it seems they met your cousin Rachel when she was married to her first husband, Sang-a-Lettie.

So?

They were notorious, Phillip.

Notorious for loose living and unbridled extravagance.

Apparently, people were horrified when they heard of Ambrose's marriage to the Count of Sang-a-Lettie.

They said she'd run through his entire fortune within a matter of months.

That's just gossip. Is it?

Suppose it's true.

Who are these people anyway?

And why should you trust them and not Rachel?

Never mind that now.

My concern is with those girls.

I'm sorry, Phillip, but as your guardian for another four months,

I must insist that you ask Mrs. Ashley to return the collar.

What? I will have it placed in the bank again with the rest of the jewellery.

How can I possibly return that collar?

I have just given it to her tonight as a Christmas present to her.

Then I must do it for you.

I'll be damned if you will.

She has a right to them.

No one knows if anybody has a right to wear those pearls at his sheep.

Had Ambrose lived, yes, but not now.

Those jewels remain in trust for your wife, Phillip, when you marry.

And if you won't ask Mrs. Ashley to return that collar, well, I shall.

You shall not.

Please!

You must not quarrel on my account, please.

How did you know we were quarrelling?

It's because of the pearls, isn't it?

Yes.

That collar is really part of the estate trust.

Phillip had no business to take it from the bank.

It was a foolish thoughtless action, but young men are headstrong.

Of course.

It was very dear of you, Phillip, to let me wear the pearls tonight,

and quite right of you, Mr. Gandal, to ask for their return.

Here they are.

No.

They're the devil, should you do that?

Please!

Thank you, Mrs. Ashley.

I wish you both a happy Christmas.

God damn it, I'd send him to hell!

I'm sorry.

This is a very substantial sum, Mr. Phillip.

Yes, Mr. Coach, but surely you cannot dispute the wisdom of keeping the house in the repair.

Much of this work is long overdue.

The roof especially is in a very poor condition.

It's not just repairs, though, is it?

Did his estimates seem to include a number of extensive alterations?

Again, long overdue.

Yes, perhaps.

And this sum of page three, for the hollowing away and preparation of the ground for a sunken water garden in the very cruises.

Yes.

Is that absolutely necessary?

Not necessary, perhaps, but desirable, certainly.

Yes.

I gather that your cousin, Mrs. Ashley, is a very keen gardener.

It was Mr. Ambrose's intention to have the valley properly designed and bladed out.

I am merely trying to fulfill those wishes.

Yes, I see.

Have you spoken to your guardian about these plans?

No.

I prefer to discuss the matter with you first.

I only ask because of the unhappy business with the jewels.

He won't be very pleased by all this expenditure.

No, Mr. Cooch.

I don't suppose he will.

Very well, I will advise Mr. Kentl of this conversation.

When do you expect the work to begin?

As soon as possible.

I will be able to make sure that you are in the same way as you are.

Yes, I will.

Everything takes me.

Everything.

So, you can get the first bridge over there.

And then you have a set point on where you are.

And here, all of that, every one.

Because here.

And maybe, in the park, you can hold your own land.

Actually, a little park.

Going all the way down.

Then the bridge and the park, all the way to the house.

And here, all the way up, a rock garden.

Yes?

Sam Betts, his granddaughters downstairs, sir.

She says the old man Zill wants to see you.

Most important, she says it is.

Any idea what it's all about?

No, sir.

Can't say that I have.

But you know Sam Betts, sir.

You'd make a mystery out of anything.

Oh, well.

You'll remember, sir, how you and Mrs. Ashley,

kindly gave us some closing things, belonging to the lightmaster.

Oh, this coat here.

Yes, sir.

This was gift to me.

I'm very, very proud of it.

It was too bad.

Well, I was a little bit nervous.

I was a little nervous.

I was a little nervous.

I was very proud of it.

I was too bad.

Well, sir, it's a gentleman's coat, not the kind of thing I'd wear.

So I put her in the press yonder.

I hadn't so much as he'd been trying her on.

But when this year, the call sees me and I have been up here.

I don't know how it was, sir.

But I suddenly had the feeling to wear this coat.

It's sitting up in bed like just as you mean now.

Well, this is a lot like this coat, sir.

Easy on my back.

But it was then, sir, when I put the coat on,

that I found this ladder.

She'd slip right down inside the line and see.

Well, it's addressed to you, sir.

Dearers, boy, if my letters have been infrequent,

it is not because I have not thought of you.

You have been in my mind these past weeks, perhaps more than ever before.

But a letter can miscarry or be read by others.

And I would not wish either of those things to happen.

I have been ill with fever and a bad headache.

Better now, but for how long I cannot tell.

The fever may come again, and the headaches, too.

And when in the grip of them, I am not responsible for what I say or do.

This much is certain.

Philip, dear boy, I am much disturbed.

That is like they said.

I am in agony of mind.

I wrote to you last month, but was ill shortly afterwards,

and have no recollection of what happened to the letter.

In it, I believe I told you of the fault in my wife's character

that causes me so much concern.

This recklessness with money is becoming progressive,

and I perceive in her a tendency to evasion, to lies,

to withdraw from me that is completely contrary to the warm nature

that was her such a short time ago.

As the weeks pass, I notice more and more how she turns for advice

to a man I have mentioned before in my letters.

Signor Rinaldi.

I believe this man to have a pernicious influence upon her.

I suspect him of having been in love with her for years,

even when Sangalady was alive, and although I do not, for an instant,

believe that she ever thought of him in such a connection,

up to a short while ago, now, since she has altered in her manner to me,

I cannot be sure.

There is a shadow in her eye, a tone in her voice when this name is said,

that awakens in my mind the most terrible suspicion.

One day last week, when Rinaldi and I were alone,

he asked me an abrupt question as to my will.

This he had seen, incidentally, when we were married.

He told me that as it stood, and should I die,

I would leave my wife without provision.

Would this I knew, and had anyway drawn up a will myself,

that would correct the error, and would have put my signature to it

and had it witnessed.

Could I be certain that her fault of spending was a temporary,

passing thing, and not deep-rooted?

This new will, by the way,

would give her the house and the estate for her lifetime only,

and so do you upon her death.

Would the proviso that the running of the estate be left in your hands entirely?

It still remains unsigned,

and for the reasons I have told you.

Mark you, it is Rinaldi who asked questions on the will.

Rinaldi who drew my attention to the omissions of the one that stands at present,

she does not speak of it to me,

but do they speak of it together?

What is it that they say to one another when I am not there?

Two days ago, which brings me to the reason for this letter,

I had another attack of fever.

The arms at his son, I am seized with pains and sickness,

which passes swiftly to great excitation of my brain, driving me into violence.

And I can hardly stand upon my feet for dizziness of mind and body.

And this, in its turn, passes,

and an intolerable desire for sleep comes upon me,

so that I fall upon the floor or upon my bed, with no power over my limbs.

I do not recollect my father being thus,

may he takes yes and some difficulty of temperament, but not the other symptoms.

Philip, my boy,

the only being in the world whom I can trust.

Tell me what it means, and if you can, come out to me.

Say nothing to Nick Kendall.

Say no word to any single soul.

One thought possesses me, leaving no peace.

Are they trying to poison me?

Ambrose.

You're great!

I'm not going to do this.

Why did you stay away so long?

I've been here.

Not a lot.

I've been here for 15 long years.

The little boy of ten who opened his birthday pie.

They keep remembering that story.

In three weeks' time, they'll be by birthday once again.

I shall be 25.

Do you know what happens on that day?

It's three weeks' time I must leave you, Philip.

What?

After your birthday.

Why?

I have stayed here too long.

Supposing?

Supposing Ambrose had made a will,

leaving the property to you for your lifetime,

with the proviso that I looked after the estate and ran it for you.

What would you have done?

What would you have lived here?

Would you have turned me out?

Turned you out of your own home?

You would have stayed there.

You would have lived here in the house and, in a sense,

employed me in your business.

We would be living here together, just as we are now.

Yes.

Yes, I suppose. I never thought.

It would be different, though.

How? How different?

Because I'm a woman.

What?

Ask your godfather.

He has said nothing, but I'm sure he feels the time has come for me to go.

This would have been quite otherwise had the house been mine,

and you in the sense you put it in my employ.

I should be Mrs. Ashley, and you my heir.

But now as it has turned out...

What happened to the will?

The will that Amra has made and never signed,

in which he left the property to you.

How do you know of such a will?

I've always known that there must be one.

What are you trying to make me say?

Only confirmed that it exists.

Very well, yes.

But that all does nothing.

May I see it?

Why, what for?

May I see it?

Why didn't Amra sign this will?

I never knew.

We never spoke of it.

I suppose it was because what happened when...

when he became ill...

What did happen?

Why didn't Ambrose sign this will?

I never knew.

We never spoke of it.

I suppose it was because what happened when...

when he became ill.

What did happen?

You know.

No, I don't.

You never told me.

Not properly.

Please.

There was so much bitterness.

So much suspicion.

He seemed to mistrust everybody.

Even the servants.

Was that because of money?

Poor Ambrose.

It was a constant source of worry to him.

What he considered my extravallance.

I'm surprised he didn't tell you about it.

But first he was so generous.

You cannot imagine what it meant to me, Philip.

But last time when I could trust...

more wonderful still than that someone I could love as well.

And when he became ill, everything changed.

He...

He would buy me things.

Presence.

Pieces of jewelry.

Almost...

almost as if he were trying to test me in some...

I can't explain it.

And then if I asked for money, some little necessity for the house,

he would...

he would look at me so strangely.

So suspiciously.

He would ask me why I wanted the money.

How he intended to use it. Did I intend to give it to anyone?

Eventually I had to go to Rinaldi.

I had to go to Rinaldi, Philip, to ask for money to pay the servants wages.

Did Ambrose find out that you did that?

Yes.

He never cared for Rinaldi.

I believe I told you so before.

And when he found out about money...

he...

well, he...

he...

he suspected you.

Yes.

Of what?

Of infidelity.

Of everything.

Oh, God, I should not be telling you these things.

I want you to remember him as he was here with you.

You have your picture of him in this house.

He was your Ambrose then.

The last weeks were mine.

And I want no one to share them with me.

Least of all you.

Go now, Philip. Please.

Leave me to myself.

I'm sorry.

Just go!

Go!

May I keep this will for a day or so?

Do what you want. It's over and done with.

Why can't we leave the past alone?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

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I love you, cousin Rachel, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.

I love you!

I love you.

I love you.

Oh, it's good. I'm in time for tea. And two cups of tea. How did you guess?

Hey, look who's here. He was come so far to see us both.

Emma, congratulations. You're fine property. I do not want your cousin, Red, shall he

become so much attached to you. I have never seen her looks aware.

My cousin has her origins in the West Country. She has merely returned where she belongs.

It depends which tie or blood is strongest as it is.

Your young relative forgets your mother came from Rome. And in an age you grow more like her every day.

I'm not a little too much. I'm not a little too much.

I'm a little too much. I'm a little too much.

I'm a little too much.

Have you succeeded in selling the Sangeletian?

Not as yet. In fact, that is partly the reason why I came here.

You're almost decided upon letting it instead. It would be not so final as selling.

After all, your cousin may wish to return to Florence one day.

It was her home for so many years.

I have no intention of returning. Not to live anyway.

No. Possibly not, but we shall see.

Philip!

If you will excuse us, right now then I have much we must discuss.

He has brought some papers I have to sign.

And it would be best we do it in the room to our will you join us presently?

No. I think not. I'm feeling rather tired.

I'll bet you good night.

Good night, Mr. Ashley.

Good night, Philip.

That was my friend. Missy, what?

I am plastic.

I'm around from there.

You really should come to Italy, Miss Kendra.

Can you not persuade your father to bring you for a holiday?

Well, I certainly try.

We give you a mask ball. I'll fresco in the open air.

Young Philippia might find it amusing to dress himself up in masking domino

and search about the bushes for Miss Kendra.

I'm sure Louise would ask for nothing better.

It is true that we haven't had all of these services

You've been very good.

Are you glad we are in love again?

What's all this about?

I've got the uneasy feeling that I'm about to receive an unpleasant surprise.

I want you both to read this.

Well, as you know, in a few hours' time of midnight, I'll set you 25.

And this document will come into effect at that precise moment.

Where did these papers come from? Did I draw them on?

No, I went to Bodman to Mr. Tuan.

Do you with him? But why, what are they for?

Well, I think you should read it, and then you will see why.

But Mr. Phillips, this disposes of your entire property.

What? Yes, Mr. Coocher does.

At midnight tonight, my entire property will be transferred to Mrs. Ambrose Ashley.

But this is madness, Philip.

Before you say anything further, I think you should see this.

It was not given to me willingly, but only after much argument and discussion.

I had long felt such a paper must be any existence.

Ambrose wrote it some weeks before he died, and in it he leaves everything...

Everything. To Mrs. Ashley.

Easy, genuine.

This is undoubtedly Ambrose's handwriting. But it is unsigned.

Ambrose intended to sign it.

But his illness caused fears and delusions which clouded his judgment.

By transferring my property to my cousin Rachel, I am merely carrying out what Ambrose would have done.

Have you not been taken ill?

Does her cousin have any knowledge of what you're doing?

None whatsoever. She doesn't even know that I am here or that I have shown you the will.

Are you absolutely determined upon this course?

Quite.

Does her advisor see me right now? Do you know of this document?

Certainly not.

Oh, I wish you'd too.

I could have discussed it with him. He seemed to me a man of sense.

I had a word with him the other evening.

He admitted that Xtravagans was a fault and always had been.

Of course trouble not only with Ambrose, but also with her first husband, Sangaleti.

And he gave it to understand that he, Senior Rennell, is the only person who knows how to deal with her.

I don't give a jock what the man said. I dislike him.

And I believe he uses this argument for his own purposes.

He intends to entice her back to Florence.

Oh, there is one thing further, Mr. Kooch. Yes?

I want to have custody of the family duels.

Custody?

You mean now?

Yes, Mr. Kooch. I mean now.

Oh, hello.

Philip, forgive me for asking you this question.

But you are completely infatuated with your cousin, Arunut.

I don't know what you mean.

Infatuation is a futile and most ugly word.

I love her. And I respect her.

Yes, I will.

There is much talk, you know, about her being so long a visitor to your house.

The whole of the county whispers of little elves.

We'll let them continue. After tomorrow they will have something else to discuss.

The transfer of property and fortune can hardly be kept secret.

If your cousin Rachel has any wisdom, and if she wishes to keep her self-respect,

she will either go to London or ask you to live elsewhere.

This situation is very wrong for you both.

Look, be on your guard, Philip.

There are some women, good women perhaps,

who through no fault of their own impel disaster.

Whatever they touch somehow turns to tragedy.

Be careful.

If you and Louise are both at liberty tomorrow evening, why not come and dine,

and to drink my health upon my birthday?

I'm not certain if we're free.

I will at any rate send word to you by noon.

Ah, Mr. Kooch. Thank you so very much.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

What's wrong?

I was three parts of sleep.

Listen.

Listen.

There. At this moment, I've become 25.

25.

You can read that later.

But this...

this I want to give you now.

Everything I have is yours.

Everything.

Oh, Philip.

My Philip.

Oh.

Oh.

Happy birthday, Mr. Philip.

Happy birthday, Mr. Philip.

Philip, what are you doing?

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

That is what I'm doing. I'm saying I love you.

Philip, you shouldn't be here.

Why not?

Firsting into my room like this.

Suppose one of the servants had seen you.

Well, they didn't. So don't worry.

Philip, please go away. I'll see you later.

Why aren't you going to wish me happy birthday?

Happy birthday.

I love you.

I love you.

Mr. Philip, sir, may I take the liberty of wishing you many, many happy turns of your birthday.

I hope you will not be offended, sir, and might be pleased to accept this as a gift.

Oh, thank you, Segan. Thank you.

Do you think it does me justice, sir?

Well, a perfection in a portrait is impossible, Segan.

The artist seems to have given a harshness to the features,

especially the nose. I am not altogether satisfied.

I shall hang it in a place of honor near the stairs. Ask John to bring a hammer and nail.

Very good, sir.

Oh, and when he's done that, tell him to pack a lunch and bask it for a picnic.

I'm thinking of taking this as Ashley for a drive.

Oh, but the mistress has gone out, sir.

Gonna, just now as I was crossing the hall, she ordered the carriage for ten when I took her her breakfast tray.

Well, she never goes driving in the morning. Where has she gone? Do you know?

I cannot say. Perhaps to town? Yes.

All right, thank you, Segan.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Where in the world have you been? To Fella. To see your godfather.

Why, sir? It is because of the document, isn't it? You are thinking of the document.

You cannot go against it, Rachel. I am legally of age, and my godfather can do nothing.

It is signed and sealed and witnessed, and everything is yours.

As I understand it, the wording was a little obscure. That was all.

So there is nothing more to be said on the matter? Nothing.

Here.

Had I known I was coming into a fortune, the Felhead would have been larger.

Thank you. Thank you. My dear, it's Rachel.

You must be wondering why I have not thanked you for giving me so much.

Well, there is nothing I can say. I always believe myself in policy, but you are more so.

It will take me some time, you know.

To grasp the full measure of your generosity.

As you know, I am not much of a man for making speeches, but I cannot remain silent this evening.

Why should I? It is good to say what you feel. It is good to express your feelings.

And I want to say to you, dear godfather Nick, how much I love and respect you.

And how much I appreciate the good advice and the warm affection that you have bestowed upon me throughout my life.

And I want to say to you, dear Louise, that you are the best and sweetest companion and a pank of wish to have.

And I want you both to raise your glasses, Nick and Louise.

I want you both to raise your glasses and drink a toast to Rachel.

Oh, who needs to be my wife?

Philip, have you quite lost your sense?

Sorry, was it to...

The premature to break the news?

Who is my birthday?

Are these my oldest friends?

I think the birthday and the wine have gone to Philip's head.

Please forgive this piece of schoolboy, Folly.

And forget it if you can.

He will apologize when he's himself again. Shall we move to the drawing room?

Do forgive us, let you. But I think it's time we went home.

You better go to bed before you do any more damage.

Rachel, I will talk to you, please.

I am tired.

Forgive me, please, look.

You can trust me, Kent.

Well, they won't give away our secret.

Good God, I should hope not, since they know nothing of it.

You make me feel like a backstage servant.

We feel up to some attic with a room.

I have known shame before, but this is the worst.

I will not give away our secret.

Thank you.

Good God, I should hope not, since they know nothing of it.

You make me feel like a backstage servant.

We feel up to some attic with a room.

You are the worst.

You were not ashamed last night.

You gave me your promise, then, and you were not angry.

My promise was what promise?

To marry me.

You dared to stand there and bluster to me that I promised to marry you last night.

You heard me say you had lost your sense, and so you have.

You know very well I gave you no such promise.

But that's not true.

You asked me what I wanted, and you promised.

I promised nothing, Philip.

If you thought otherwise, I'm sorry.

It was not my intention to mislead you.

Do you not love me, then?

Let's go of me.

I forgot taking you to speak the truth last night, and tell me to go.

You dare approach me for what happened?

I wanted to thank you. That was all.

You had given me the jewels.

There was nothing more to it than that.

Now do as I say and let me go.

Never leave me.

Swear it!

Never leave me.

No!

No!

Careful!

Sorry, this is a seagull.

What's wrong?