♪ ♪ WOMAN: Evening, sir.

How is she?

( whispers ): She's still hot, but she's sleeping.

( whispers ): That's something.

I believe there is no danger, sir.

I'm sorry.

WOMAN: How is she?

Much the same.

I still don't think the doctor, though, do you?

No, though we should not go out, all the same.

What, neither of you?

No, I'll, um...

I'll write them a line.

That's a poor do.

They might be that side, but they're still family.

You can carry the flag, Dad.

Through the valley of death.

( chuckles, amused ) MAN: Well, I hope you know what you're doing, playing Cupid-- introducing our Winifred to that Dartie fellow.

Is he a good sort?

Yes, he is, Uncle.

At least all the ladies think so.

( horse whinnies ) Courage, mon brave.

They'll adore you.

Dartie.

Soames.

Come, Monty.

You won't possibly remember everyone, but Ann's the eldest, and that's her in the plum.

DARTIE: Clinging to your brother.

She dotes on him.

Juley's in the green gage, and Hester's the apricot.

I'm exhausted already.

Ripe, old fruits.

Mmm, but Ann's top aunt-- likes it known.

Plum, eldest, plum.

Mr. Dartie, do come and meet Winifred's aunts.

I've had the briefing, Mrs. Forsyte.

Done the green grocer's.

( giggles ) WOMAN: Of all people, it's Soames who should carry on the family name.

Cart before the horse.

What are your thoughts about a wife, Soames?

None as yet, but I assure you, Cousin George, you'll be the first to hear.

That one will chime in.

I'm sorry, Aunt Ann.

Find yourself a wife, Soames, dear.

WOMAN: Young Jolyon has sent a very kind apology, Jolyon.

I so hope it's not serious.

Oh, serious?

Oh, their little girl is ill. Oh, dear, dear, dear.

A slight fever.

Nothing to worry about.

WOMAN: You must be worried, Jolyon.

Children all over dying of diphtheria.

JOLYON: A slight fever.

Children get fevers.

I don't know why that means they couldn't come.

The governess is there.

People worry too much.

Very attractive, their governess.

June dotes on her.

Oh, she does.

Is she French?

I think you can go out now, after all.

It's, um, rather late now.

It's my cousin's engagement party.

It's a bit awkward to turn up at this hour.

I'm sorry, sir.

Oh, I don't really mind it.

And Mrs. Forsyte, she will be upset?

I...

I don't think your mistress particularly minds, either.

Are you happy, Helene?

We... we do so want you to be happy.

Yes... which, of course, I am.

June is improving.

Will you go up to her?

Not just yet.

Why?

I don't wish to see Miss Hilmer at present.

Why not?

Because, quite frankly, she irritates me.

Whenever I see her, she appears on the brink of a spiritual collapse.

She wasn't born for a servant's life.

She's not a servant.

Oh, come, Frances!

What else is a governess... when all is said?

WOMAN: The Reverend Scoles said in his sermon last Sunday, "What shall it profit a man "if he gain his own soul and lose all his property?"

Which is fine if you're Scoles, as he has no property.

( group laughing ) ( clears throat ) Ladies and, um, gentlemen.

( tapping ) Look out-- a speech.

DARTIE: On this auspicious occasion, I would like to... Well, the point is Winifred.

God bless her, but she's the finest filly I've ever clapped eyes on.

Monty.

I won't spare her blushes.

She is, ladies and gentlemen.

More than that, she has breeding and pedigree... MAN: Hear, hear.

Was he brought in settlement?

Jolyon.

DARTIE: ...to be my wife.

Further, my future father-in-law, thank you, sir, for welcoming me into your family.

It's your daughter.

My dear parents would have rejoiced, sir, to join the name of Forsyte to that of Dartie.

Proud as you like, sir.

And so, ladies and gentlemen, may I propose a toast to Miss Winifred Forsyte.

ALL: Winifred.

JOLYON: And what are the Darties?

WOMAN: Unfortunately, dead.

Morning, Mr. Soames.

Morning.

Morning, sir.

Morning, Mr. Soames.

Morning, sir.

Morning.

Morning, sir.

Morning, Mr. Soames, sir.

Mr. James in, Gradman?

Yes, in your office and with a slight dyspepsia, I would say, sir.

Good morning, Father.

Good morning.

I'm not sure about that mutton.

Emily will get Welsh.

Now, then, this Dartie-- what do you think?

Good-looking fellow, knows his mind.

Seems plausible enough.

He's spirited, talks well.

He's bringing nothing.

Well, it's not his fault his parents died, I suppose.

Winifred's fond.

What are you settling on her?

I think 10,000, to be increased with children.

More?

Less?

Outright?

And you think not outright.

Well, for life, then.

Not for life, even.

You're worried about him.

You question his nature.

( crowd casually conversing ) DARTIE: When one looks around the park, Freddie, one can't help thinking about your family... all your uncles and aunts dotted around.

( Winifred giggles ) Feels as if, between them, they own half of London.

WINIFRED: I think they almost do.

Dashed bad luck in our family.

All I need is a bit of cash to start me off, and you'll see, Freddie, your family will own one half of London, and I'll own the other.

Is that what will happen, Monty?

Once your papa coughs up.

The way I see it, it's not so much what James's money will bring to me, it's what I'll bring to James's money.

Daddy's not settling on me, Monty.

What?

No.

We're... we're to find a house, which he'll rent for us, and, um, I'll get an allowance.

But as for a basic settlement, it's no go, I'm afraid.

I don't understand.

I'm afraid that's the case.

But... what...

I mean to say... ( sighing ) Well, don't be upset.

What is it?

He doesn't trust me?

What's the game?

But we will have a house.

Which he'll rent, so it's not ours.

Yes.

How's a fellow to make his way in the world?

I know.

It's a bit thick, old girl.

Are you very furious?

It's not what a fellow expects.

YOUNG JOLYON: The trick is to just draw, you see.

No, I can't do it.

Anybody can do it.

Children are the best artists.

They just draw straight from the soul.

It's easy.

I'd be flattered if you drew me.

( giggles ) I'd be flattered.

( giggling ) June, are you coming?

Hello, Dad.

I thought you were out.

No.

I wasn't.

We'll pick up on these later.

That woman should go.

YOUNG JOLYON: I've done nothing!

And if somebody has accused me, that somebody is the most despicable liar!

Who is it?

Nobody has accused you.

Is there something to accuse you of?

I swear there is not.

A governess.

If you mean that I show the young lady respect and consideration, then, yes, I stand accused of that.

She should go.

She has nowhere to go.

Why should she go?

Can you say that your behavior towards her has been beyond reproach?

Yes.

Good.

That's why she should go... before there is something to question.

Will you tell her to leave?

Frances, what reason can I give?

( door opens ) Your reason is that I'm asking you.

She does not need a reason.

( door opens ) Um...

I've...

I've been asked to let you go.

( breathes heavily ) Oh.

I'm not surprised.

I wasn't born for this kind of life.

I know I can be resentful sometimes, but I never expected to find myself in this situation.

The quality of your work is not in question.

Oh.

I see.

I hope Mrs. Forsyte will provide me with a character.

You don't understand.

There's been an implication that my conduct towards you has been improper.

And I've...

I've denied any impropriety, which as you know, has... has been the case.

In my mind, I'm guilty of the grossest misconduct.

( breathes heavily ) I believe that misconduct can only happen where there's no love.

Well, that's my belief.

( door closes ) Whatever was between you, Jolyon, I'm prepared to ignore.

We will not talk about it, and we will go on as if nothing had happened.

Until this evening, nothing had happened.

What?

Be careful.

Please be careful.

Frances, I am... truly sorry.

I am leaving you.

We married in haste.

I am not prepared to discuss this in front of a servant.

There is no servant here.

You don't know what you're saying.

Frances, is there love between us?

Is there passion?

We have a daughter.

June will do well.

You are an excellent mother.

Do you intend to leave her, too?

How could I take her from you?

Why are you doing this to me?

Why have you brought her in here?!

I would give anything not to be cruel.

I feel more for Helene than I have ever felt for you.

That is such a disgusting thing to say.

But you feel nothing for me.

We can at least have honesty and respect.

The master and the governess.

I love him.

FRANCES: You love him, and yet you say there's been nothing between you.

Yes.

I cannot believe it.

HELENE: Until tonight, there has been nothing between us except...

Except?!

A recognition.

What do you mean?

We recognized... there is a bond existing between us.

Is it really so easy?

What do you mean?

Is that all it takes?

A recognition?

We must be honest.

You never wanted me.

Of course, I wanted you!

But how can one show it when one is certain to be rejected?!

Don't touch me!

( sobbing ) I need you to leave me, Jolyon.

I will stay at my club.

Frances, I am so sorry.

It was not your fault.

There was no recognition.

( men murmuring ) Hello, Dad.

I'll say this the once: You knew Frances four months before you married her, and that was on the rebound from Chloe.

You've known this woman for... for how long, six months, yeah?

And you'll throw out everything for her, your wife, your child, your home?

And in a couple of years, you'll see another pretty petticoat, and you'll be doing it again.

You're susceptible, Jo.

You need to know that and to fight it.

It's not like that.

If you have these sort of leanings, there are ways you can deal with them.

You know what I'm talking about.

You married for life... to a very good person.

And you're breaking her heart.

I know.

And little June?

What do you know about this woman?

Huh?

I know what I feel for her.

Oh, silly!

Silly... silly fellow.

Now, if you force me to choose, you'll be on your own.

I won't run with the hare and hunt with the hounds.

I'm reducing your allowance, 300 a year.

No.

What do you mean, "No"?

You'll get what you're given.

I want nothing.

You must give it to Frances.

How will you live?

Well, I'll work for a living-- probably do me good.

You'll go to the damn dogs.

Well, I hope not.

Don't do this, my boy.

The whole world will know.

She's your governess-- think of the scandal.

I'm sorry, Dad.

That's it, then.

My house is barred to you, boy.

Simple as that-- I can't see you.

I've lost you, sir.

MAN: Good-bye, Miss Hilmer.

HELENE: Good-bye, Parfitt.

JOLYON: Why is Miss Hilmer still here, Parfitt?

The carriage is to take her to her lodgings, sir.

No, you can get her a cab.

And take those things out of the hall.

There's a servants' entrance, or had you forgotten?

Very good, sir.

Good-bye, sir.

MAN: It's hardly at its best in this weather, Forsyte.

This'll do.

( sighs ) Watch where you tread.

Mmm, rustic spot.

Fine view, though.

Smell that air.

Now, we construct a road right the way down to the river's edge, and the first of the houses will be down there.

Then we build right up to here.

There'll be room for eight houses in all, leaving enough of the woodland to retain a country feel.

Will people live here?

One day, Forsyte, you may care for a country house yourself.

In Bournemouth?

My estimation is £15,000 in site fees alone.

Well, I'll need to have a good look at the figures first.

What do you think of the scheme?

I mean, if the figures add up... which they will?

At 81/////2%?

It's a trend-- people are moving out of the towns.

I'll show you the plans tomorrow.

My wife's holding a gathering in your honor this evening.

You're partial to music?

Yes.

It's been a long time since I was at a concert.

Drive on!

I'm sure it'll be to your taste.

As long as it's not too modern.

Can't stand the modernists.

( duet playing dramatically ) That girl with the dark hair and the alabaster skin-- what's her name?

FRIEND: Irene Heron.

Her father died this year.

No money.

Would you introduce me to her?

If you wish.

Shh!

( playing final two chords ) ( people conversing ) Miss Heron, how nice to see you again.

Mr. Liversedge.

LIVERSEDGE: May I introduce Mr. Soames Forsyte.

Miss Irene Heron.

Miss Heron... delighted to meet you.

Mr. Forsyte.

LIVERSEDGE: Mr. Forsyte is from London.

Excuse me.

Liversedge, can we speak?

Excuse me.

After you.

You're the very man I wanted to see.

May I?

Yes.

I'm told you've recently lost your father.

Allow me to offer my most sincere condolences.

Thank you.

I've attended one or two of these gatherings.

Here in Bournemouth, they're at the edge of what's respectable for those in mourning.

I'm sure no one would take offense.

Some would.

Some do.

Well, mourning is a delicate matter.

WOMAN: Introduce me, Irene.

Mr. Forsyte, my late father's wife, Mrs. Heron.

I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Forsyte.

The pleasure is all mine, Mrs. Heron.

( instruments warming up ) Better get back.

It's been enchanting, Miss Heron.

Mrs. Heron.

( piano begins playing solemnly ) He seems... charming.

Excuse me, excuse me.

They walk most mornings on the pier.

( people conversing ) SOAMES: Mrs. Heron, would you object to my walking with you?

MRS. HERON: It would be most agreeable.

Are you from our part of the world, Mr. Forsyte?

From London, Park Lane.

In business?

I'm a solicitor in partnership with my father.

This is my first visit to Bournemouth.

We hope not your last.

I could very well recur.

Good.

Irene, I shall walk alone today.

Very well.

I'm sure you'll miss me violently.

Mr. Forsyte, you have recurred.

Mrs. Heron, I trust you are quite well.

Thank you, yes.

Your stepdaughter?

A slight indisposition.

Oh, dear.

But well enough to play the piano, rather beautifully I must admit.

I should very much like to hear her.

We must arrange it.

Did I express my condolences on your sad bereavement, Mrs. Heron?

I'm sure I understood you to have.

It was rather a shock, Professor Heron passing so suddenly and leaving us so little provided for.

I have barely £50 a year for Irene, for example.

For a young woman, I'm sure you will appreciate, Mr. Forsyte, it's rather... More expensive.

Yes, it must be a concern for you.

Mr. Forsyte?

Yes, Mrs. Heron?

There is no Mrs. Forsyte, I take it.

No, Mrs. Heron.

There is to be an exhibition of paintings tomorrow at the pavilion.

Irene and I will be attending at 10:00 in the morning.

Are you fond of art, Mr. Forsyte?

Mm, in its place.

And what is its place?

Well, in museums, of course.

And it can look well in one's drawing room, tastefully hung.

I think its place is everywhere.

SOAMES: Do you admire this painting, Miss Heron?

I do.

You don't find it rather modern?

It has vigor and honesty.

But is it accomplished... as a work of art?

If you mean, is it strictly representational?

Then clearly not.

But look at the life in the trees and the vibrant color.

There is such a strong sense of the artist in it, don't you think?

I believe that whoever painted it has a passionate feel for beauty... yes, yes, and for life.

Would it look well in one's hallway, for example?

( chuckles ) I suspect that the majority of hallways would entirely disgrace it.

( others quietly murmuring ) I shall leave my card at the door... MRS. HERON: He is a man of good character and considerable substance.

IRENE: You know nothing about him.

I know a great deal about him.

I've made inquiries.

( whispering ): Clearly, we're not suited.

It's been a pleasure.

Mrs. Heron.

Miss Heron.

Alas, London calls.

We're so sorry.

But I shall be returning to Bournemouth next week.

MRS. HERON: Perhaps you would do us the honor of calling.

Miss Heron?

Mr. Forsyte.

Oh, by the way, that landscape you admired, I've bought it.

( chuckles softly ) For your hallway, Mr. Forsyte?

Well, until next week.

Your father left us £50 a year.

Do you know how much these mourning clothes have cost?

And that's before we even start to think about living.

YOUNG JOLYON: What people do, at times like this, is remove to a larger house.

HELENE: Do we need a larger house?

I would like to own somewhere.

I'm happy to rent.

But for you and the children, Helene.

And if something happened to me, you'd all be provided for.

We can't afford to buy.

Don't worry, Jo, as long as you don't let anything happen to you.

Those implacable Forsytes!

My father has never even seen his grandson.

Probably never see this one.

( both chuckling ) ( onlooker whistles ) ( whistling ) Yes, we do need to move.

It's quite clear, you see.

Your grandfather's will states that the interest shall be paid to you quarterly, but that the capital must remain intact.

It also states the capital can be touched in an appropriate circumstance.

My point is, this is such a circumstance.

I'm about to have a second child, and we need a larger home.

Well, this you say.

Well, forgive me, I can think of no more appropriate circumstance than the need for a house.

For that woman.

For Helene and our children.

Quite, and you see, this is where there is a problem, because the will is again clear, that such a circumstance shall be decided at the discretion of the trustees.

Of course.

The trustees being Mr. Septimus Small, deceased, and my father.

Discretion, as you'll appreciate, involves rather more than expedience.

It involves conscience, and, uniquely in this case, the good name of our family.

Do I take it there is a moral dimension to this discussion?

You will be paid the quarterly installments as we discussed.

You have no fear on that matter.

Good day to you, Forsyte.

And to you, Forsyte.

Are you still doing your sketching?

I used to like one or two of your things.

Good afternoon, sir.

( playing a Chopin nocturne ) ( music ends ) I congratulate you, Miss Heron.

Thank you.

That really was accomplished and delightful.

MRS. HERON: I don't know what the girl's done with the tea.

Do excuse me, Mr. Forsyte.

SOAMES: Miss Heron, I have substantial income and am currently looking for a commodious house in the region of Hyde Park.

My family are of the very best.

We are all professional people, and my expectations in respect to my father's property are of the very highest.

I am in good health.

I have the honor, Miss Heron, of asking you for your hand in marriage.

I am so sorry.

I'm afraid I cannot accept.

I'm aware this has come suddenly.

Oh, yes.

But you see, I've made up my mind.

You have qualities that I...

Please, Miss Heron, I will wait any t... Oh, you are charming beyond words.

Your stepmother did encourage my proposal.

Yes, I can believe that.

I suggested she might bring you to London.

My parents would be delighted to entertain you for a day or two.

Has my stepmother agreed?

SOAMES: With your approval, of course.

Of course.

PARFITT: Good morning, madam.

SOAMES: Mrs. Heron, welcome.

I trust you had a good journey.

MRS. HERON: Chill today, Mr. Forsyte, in spite of the season.

Miss Heron, welcome to London.

PARFITT: Quick as you can, please, Albert, thank you.

JAMES: Pretty girl.

My father, James Forsyte.

If the journey's tired you... Hello, my dear.

We are all so pleased.

My mother, Emily Forsyte.

EMILY: Oh, you are quite lovely.

SOAMES: My sister, Winifred Dartie.

You're here for two days.

We'll have such fun.

And her husband, Mr. Montague Dartie.

DARTIE: We live just round the corner; call in, do.

Would you like some champagne?

WINIFRED: Soames has such an eye.

You sly, old dog, Soames-- what a looker!

WINIFRED: I do like whiskers on a man.

Soames is far too smooth, don't you think, Irene?

Go and talk to her.

Yes, Soames.

Yes, aunt.

Mind, there's whiskers and whiskers.

You'll appreciate the benefit.

I will?

Mm-hmm, they tickle.

( chuckles ) I'm not sure I should like them to tickle.

But, my dear, you see, it's where they tickle.

Are you eating enough?

Thank you, Aunt, and working hard.

Well, June, and what do you think of her?

She's heavenly.

So lovely.

Jolyon?

Too lovely for Soames.

WOMAN: We're told that she has no money.

That need not be an obstacle.

My impression is that Mr. Forsyte has no sense of an obstacle.

Quite the reverse.

MAN: Don't worry about that.

I wish you'd look at these oil shares.

She's a fetching little thing.

I'm thinking Cape Copper.

I'm not interested in shares.

What's his secret-- opium, laudanum?

What are you talking about, George?

She's very beautiful.

He's a dark horse.

All right.

WINIFRED: This one is shooting up.

This is Uncle Jolyon's granddaughter, June.

How do you do?

I've painted the heels of my shoes.

Do you like them?

IRENE: Oh, yes, very much.

And did you put the bows on, too?

Yes-- they're my dancing shoes.

Oh, I love to dance.

Do you?

Yes, I adore it.

I have two more months before it's thought seemly.

WINIFRED: And then suddenly your time is up, and what yesterday would have seemed a fearful callousness has become respectable.

It is such hypocrisy.

We must dance.

We must dance now.

Soames, ask George to play a waltz.

A waltz-- what are you thinking of?

Dancing, what else?

Winifred, Miss Heron, here, is in mourning.

It is absolutely not the done thing.

Oh, Soames, you're such a stick.

Monty, you ask him.

Some things, old boy, are best left to the ladies.

When to dance is one.

George, I demand a waltz.

( begins playing light waltz) Soames, ask Miss Heron to dance.

Winifred, this is impossible.

Oh, then I will.

Miss Heron, would you do me the honor?

WOMAN: A shade venturesome.

ANN: It may, I think, answer why Soames has not proposed to her.

Such recklessness means he must question her character.

I'm so terribly sorry.

It's not like her to... IRENE: Winifred, I do believe we're disapproved of.

WINIFRED: I believe so, too.

Imagine the outrage if they knew I was in an interesting condition.

I say, Forsyte, we can't have this.

( waltz continuing ) Miss Heron, would you care to dance?

Of course.

( grousing with disapproval ) Frightful display.

Freddie, old thing... Monty?

You are a sport.

( Winifred chuckles ) ( music ends ) ( people begin conversing ) Now then, Soames, wasn't it worth it?

Yes, it was wonderful-- more than I can say.

Well, that seems to have ruffled a few feathers.

How about a polka?

( chuckles ) George?

Excuse me.

DARTIE: My blood's up now.

We want something with a bit of life in it, something to set the pulse racing.

IRENE: You do understand I do not intend to marry him.

MRS. HERON: A man of his resources can give you everything.

I do not wish to be bought.

Foolish and selfish.

You'd rather squander every penny we have.

I'd rather wait and find someone I love.

We cannot afford for you to wait.

Ah, Mrs. Pearce, good morning.

PEARCE: Good morning, Doctor.

DOCTOR: Mrs. Dartie needs plenty of rest.

See she gets it, will you.

Certainly, Doctor.

I shall return this evening.

Drive on.

ANN: She has a touch of Hester about the eyes.

And the forehead, of course, is James... your grandfather.

And, oh, look, she has Juley's nose.

Hmm... ANN: And the chin is decidedly Jolyon's.

And what is there of Monty?

Were you expecting something?

ANN: A true Forsyte.

Mm... Congratulations.

Good-bye.

Oh, good-bye, Aunt Ann.

And take care.

ANN: Well done.

Bye.

( sighs ) All right, old thing?

Imogen.

What?

Don't you think?

It's rather a sweet name.

Imogen.

Immie.

( giggling ): Immie.

( chuckling ) Yes, I like it.

Oh, I, uh... found myself in Hatton Garden.

Got you this.

Monty.

( gasps ) Oh, Monty.

They're beautiful!

How ever can we afford them?

Ways and means, old girl.

Ways and means.

They're beautiful.

They're beautiful, hey?

Oh.

( lively polka playing ) Miss Heron.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

I'm sorry I'm a little late.

May I sit?

Yes.

( music ends ) It's most pleasant to see you out of mourning at long last.

Yes.

Mr. Forsyte, may I present Mr. Beech.

Hello, sir.

Soames Forsyte.

How do you like Bournemouth?

Decorous but dull.

But money to be made.

Mr. Beech is involved in a property development.

Oh, you, too?

BEECH: Who isn't?

What's yours?

Towards Southbourne-- nine houses.

Mine's a sanatorium-- a town for invalids.

They build for health, not gaiety.

Isn't that so, Miss Heron?

Oh, certainly not for gaiety.

So we must make the most of this afternoon.

( chuckles ) ( music begins playing ) Should we?

I'd rather not.

Thank you.

( waltz playing ) ( chatting and laughing ) Miss Heron, it's been some time since we first met.

I don't wish to seem importunate, but...

Please... please don't ask again.

Forgive me, I...

I lost my head.

Yes.

BEECH: Your friend, Forsyte, is he encouraged?

MRS. HERON: No, he is not.

BEECH: Remarkably beautiful woman.

Why is she glum?

MRS. HERON: She will pick and choose.

In anyone's book, Mr. Forsyte is acceptable, and he's very wealthy.

BEECH: Well, it's the spark... it's the spark you need!

Don't you think, Mrs. Heron?

The spark is very fine.

But 3,000 a year is better.

You're a cynic, madam!

Shame on you!

( laughing ) She needs to meet the right fellow.

Has he proposed?

He has.

Rejected?

For now.

BEECH: I have the 3,000 a year.

MRS. HERON: I'm encouraged to hear it.

BEECH: What do you think about the spark?

MRS. HERON: I'm confident about the spark.

BEECH: She's so beautiful.

I'm captivated, Mrs. Heron.

Will you excuse me?

Irene, we're leaving.

Mr. Forsyte, I do apologize.

I'm feeling a little unwell.

Is there anything I... No, thank you.

Irene will look after me.

It's the heat.

I must go home.

May I escort you?

No, thank you.

It's been a most memorable afternoon.

Mrs. Heron.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Heron.

Miss Heron.

Good afternoon, Mr. Forsyte.

Good-bye.

No luck with the young beauty, I hear.

Mark my words, you'd do better with the stepmother.

IRENE: What happened to Mr. Beech?

Why are you interested in Mr. Beech?

I'm not remotely interested in Mr. Beech.

We should have taken a cab.

This is madness.

No, this is poverty.

It's what you've brought us to.

We are not this poor.

I'm not prepared to support you for another year.

If you won't marry, then you must take employment.

What employment can I take?

I have no... Then you should marry.

It's an exceptional offer.

But I could never love him.

You do not know that.

♪ Life is a dance we must learn ♪ ♪ Into the night, we will turn ♪ ♪ Time holds the secrets of our song ♪ ♪ Moments are given, then gone ♪ ♪ Come have this dance with me, darling ♪ ♪ I'll hold you tight till the dawn ♪ ♪ Let the night see how I love you ♪ ♪ So the moon can tell the sun ♪ ♪ So the moon can tell the sun.

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