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Are you missing school again?

I need the extra pay.

An education is worth its weight in gold, Gus Pike.

Exactly how much does an education weigh, Felicity?

Sarah, I want to buy Felicity a special Valentine's gift.

Is that why you need the extra money?

Find out what you really want, Sarah.

Gus, you don't need to buy your way into Felicity's heart.

Rebecca's mouth, burned with a gem -like flame as she gazed upon the manly

countenance of young Gaston Leclerc.

Bouldered.

Bouldered.

Bouldered.

Bouldered!

She's been writing the same page for three days.

It's all I can do to get her to eat.

She's just artistically overwrought, Sarah.

I have no idea what I can do about it.

I

think

the best thing for her would be some contact with the harsh reality.

Hard to believe.

Three days race by.

It's been a dream.

But I have nothing to show for it.

Nothing. Well, I suppose one shouldn't expect to find romance in one's own

kitchen.

That's it.

What's it?

It is.

I have stayed trapped within these...

Four walls.

Thank you, Stella.

Thank you, Olivia.

Where are you going?

Out, out.

Looks

like

you're building the bonfire here, Mr. Tremaine.

I wish I were, Master Pike.

It's my dream to see the hotel ledgers curl up in a good flame.

What the White Fathers doing booming back there?

Repairs to the west wing.

The hill storm on the solarium. The new boilers. Pierre's demands for the

kitchen.

What I really need is a large incursion of capital.

Oh, you mean like cash money?

Cash money, precisely.

Perhaps an angel will appear.

Excusez -moi, monsieur, but perhaps a kind gentleman can help me?

Oh, I have a kind gentleman, miss.

This is the hotel of my name, Pierre Lapierre, de Trois -Rivières.

He works here, certainly, young lady.

I am his niece, Suzette Moreau de Becomo.

Of course you are.

Ta maman m 'a dit que t 'avais pas été gentille. So please, don't send me back

to maman. Very well. You stay for just a few days. Now, make yourself useful.

Pierre,

we must talk about a Valentine's Day dance.

Perhaps you are not an old prune, after all.

We will start with aubergines, truffles, coq au vin.

We must attain the maximum income from the minimum only. You want to be skimpy.

Pierre, if you want to be employed in six months, you will economize.

There are many young girls for you to get to know in Avonlea. Oh, yes, ma 'am.

Not so pretty as you.

Suzette is being educated in a convent school.

She's not very often in the presence of young men.

Her mind is attuned to higher pursuits.

It is a great opportunity for me to be here.

Well, the radiator system needs flushing. Your hot water overflow is

The doors to the dining room area are buckled and warped. And this desk?

Dry rot. How much?

Mr. Tremaine.

Miss King, could someone help you?

On the contrary, I believe it's I who can help you.

May we speak privately?

Surely you're joking, Miss King.

A partnership?

Yes.

May I?

Oh.

I take it you need ready money, Mr. Tremaine, and I happen to have

some capital at my disposal.

A royalties from my first book, you see.

which my solicitor's after me to invest.

This could be a very sticky situation, Miss King.

Let me be quite frank.

Now I'm no longer teaching school, have I, myself?

Somewhat trapped at home.

Imagination stifled, so on.

What better place for a writer to encounter such...

diversity of characters and situations, then at the White Sands Hotel.

Nonetheless, I would welcome your influx of capital.

How much can you offer?

Perhaps we should check your balance sheets and see if we can arrive at a

suitable figure.

Oh, not here. No, over there.

No wish to expose myself to a draft, thank you.

Miss King.

You can't simply set up shop in the middle of the lobby.

Oh, but I must be part of the ebbing flow of humanity, don't you see?

A hotel is for the public, for the comfort of its guests.

It is my job as the owner and manager.

Our job.

Our job.

Quite. We must remain unobtrusive and discreet to our patrons, nearly

Oh, no.

Now I see why you have financial difficulties.

One thing I learned during my long foray as a schoolteacher was when the cat's

away, the mice do play.

Please see that my shirts are whitened, madam. Not too much starch, mind you.

And be careful with the buttons.

That's all right, Miss King.

The guests may well appreciate your easy accessibility.

Yes, but conversely, familiarity does breed contempt, I see that.

Move my table into Mr.

Tremayne's office, will you?

At least for the time being.

Upstairs.

So would you be interested in buying my maple sugar?

Merci, but no, I don't think so.

But I make the best maple sugar in the whole county, Chef Lapierre. You can ask

anyone.

How much salt do you put in?

Not a bit.

I use a bit of lard.

As in Quebec!

It's an old Quebecois recipe.

I will buy as much as you can supply.

I've got two seconds before Tremaine's after me to clean up the rooms.

Would you do me the honor of allowing me to escort you to the Valentine's dance?

Valentine's dance?

Yeah, well, Mr. Tremaine just decided.

I figured that you should be the absolute first girl in Aveline to be

the dance.

What a wonderful gesture.

Of course you may accompany me.

You're a grand girl, Felicity.

You have a good reason for wanting time off in the middle of the day, Master

Pike. Mr. Tremaine.

I have to get something at Lawson's store.

It's a matter of the heart.

It won't take an extra five minutes. I suppose a young man must get all that

Valentine hooey out of his system as soon as possible.

You mustn't be gone more than an hour, mind you.

Oh, excuse me, I didn't see you there.

Bonjour.

And I'm Felicity King.

Are you a guest here?

I am visiting my uncle, Pierre Lapierre.

Oh.

You are very pretty, Suzette.

Yes. Thank you.

All the dumb junk to celebrate Valentine's Day is the dumbest.

Arthur, welcome back.

Thank you, Sheila.

And in return for your being the first person to officially welcome me home,

I'll help you with your dumb junk.

You're lucky, Arthur.

Your school gets out early.

Well, now I have to find a veterinarian who will take me on as an apprentice for

a year.

Oh, so that's like work?

Yeah, very much like work.

How's your family feeling?

Fine. They're all sick.

And Felicity?

Oh, perfect as usual.

She's still grouchy to get stink.

Has anyone asked her to the Valentine's Day dance?

Who could? Hardly anyone knows about it yet.

Don't worry, Gus. She won't see us.

She's probably still at the White Sands.

Arthur Pettibone, welcome home.

Too late. I already said that.

Hello, Sarah.

Gus.

So, how's veterinary school?

Cut up any cats and dogs lately?

Actually, I prefer the internist approach to the surgeons.

Hmm.

Well, let's go, Sarah. Ain't got all day.

Sid?

You could afford to be friendlier to Arthur.

And he could afford to smile a bit more. He's like an undertaker.

Gus, women find a little bit of natural gravity appealing.

It's just confidence and stability.

Another perfect gift for Phyllis.

Where did you learn your manners?

Here we refrain from thrusting our napkins under our collars like some

dock worker.

See here now, just who do you think you are?

Now sit up. Sit up straight.

As the proprietor of this establishment, ladies and gentlemen, I must say I'm

appalled at your behavior.

Using a knife to cut up your salad. Yes, you.

Letting your elbows flap as you eat like an emu in full gallop.

Sopping up gravy with your bread.

As though it were a kitchen sponge.

You and you.

No, no, no, it simply won't do.

What is required here, I see, is some good old -fashioned instruction in the

basic rules of etiquette. Now, first, the napkin.

My personal apologies to everyone.

The coffee and pot will be served free of charge to make up for any

inconvenience.

You're going to cost me more money than you've invested.

Now, don't think you can barge in here like a bull in a china shop because you

happen to bail me out with your royalty.

I wouldn't dream of interfering in your business.

I'll not have people slurp their soup, pick their teeth in my dining room.

Your dining room?

Need I remind you there's a difference between a good hotel and a secondary

flophouse?

truly grand hotel, leaves its guests enriched and refined.

The woman is positively blood -curdling.

Hello? Miss Moreau, you wanted some hot water for your bath?

Oh, yes. Come in.

Thank

you,

Goose.

Uh, that's goth.

You are my hero.

Oh, it's nothing, isn't it?

I bring people hot water all the time.

You like me, don't you?

Of course I do. You're a very nice person.

Very sweet.

I have been all my life in a convent school.

I know nothing of the world.

Of course not.

You will kiss me a very word if you like?

Thank you for your kind offer, Masmeraube.

Felicity? Arthur!

Dear, no one told... Welcome back to Avonlea.

I've come out here to ask you if you might...

Well, I was hoping you'd do me the honor.

If you don't want to, I wouldn't dream of imposing.

Are you trying to invite me to the Valentine's dance, Arthur Pettibone?

I'd love to go.

Except I've already accepted the invitation of someone else.

Who is it?

I will not have boys fighting over me, Arthur Pettibone.

The idea.

I'm sorry to disturb you so late, but we must speak, gentleman to gentleman.

Well, it's a bit late to be a gentleman, but I'll give it a go.

I'll be forthright.

Your invitation to Felicity King was unfair, because you knew about the dance

first.

I'd like to dance with her.

And I'd like to fly and spit diamonds, but that don't make it so.

And I don't know where you come from, but here in Avonlea, It's first come,

first served. But is it fair that you took advantage of information that I

didn't know?

We all have advantages.

Mine is that I have to work for a living.

Sorry, Mr. Parakeet, but Hotel Rue stipulates that all guests are to be

the barn.

My name is Packet, madam, and not Parakeet. Now I'll have you know that

Methuselah here is 120 years old and sleeps where I sleep.

And when he dies, he'll be stuck and given his own exhibition spot at the

Smithsonian Institute.

What a perverse creature.

Perverse creature!

I thought I heard your dulcet tones.

At last, the voice of reason.

One of my students had to wash his mouth out. This woman is refusing us lodging,

Mrs. Tremaine.

Yes, I am.

What? No wonder this place is losing money. You must discriminate.

That thing smells like a moldy blanket.

You no doubt may suffer the same kind of bodily fermentation when you are 120

years old, Miss King.

Happy birthday!

Come along, kind sir. I shall see that you are comfortable indeed in our humble

establishment.

There are more complaints, Miss King.

I will not return to this establishment.

if it means having my grammar corrected at breakfast.

Not that large by that woman who kept saying, irregardless.

Does the phrase, the customer is always right, mean nothing to you?

The man to whom you ascribed drunkenness is a minister in the government. The

woman who used the word irregardless is a wealthy patron of the arts from

Boston. Most of our guests here are tourists who do not take kindly to your

provincial meddling.

Provincial? Here I have a stack of bills and you are chasing paying guests out

the door.

You don't present yourself properly.

That's why you don't attract the best clientele.

You're just put up with a ruck and rebel of society.

Right.

Sit here, if you please.

Whatever for?

I intend to put you in charge.

You do?

Yes.

You are now in supreme and total command of the White Sands Hotel.

With one condition.

If you can make a success of the Valentine's Day dance, I will consider

our arrangement a permanent one. But if you fail, you must agree to become a

silent partner. Then I gain the use of your funds without any further comments

or interference.

Are we agreed?

Absolutely.

Lucy, either you lead or I do.

Am I wrong to enjoy being the object in a rivalry?

Yes.

I just think you're taking this whole business with Gus and Arthur too

seriously.

Though I suppose it would be rather flattering.

Both of them vying for you.

Gus is very sweet and hardworking, and he adores me. And he is really genuine,

Felicity. Not like... And Arthur is so handsome and mysterious and intense.

He is rather earnest.

He's a little bit too stiff and sort of hard to get to know.

Who will win my heart? I wonder.

Felicity, that is completely up to you.

You're not just a bone to be wrestled over by two dogs.

Really.

Perhaps if you had some more conventional ideas, more boys would ask

dance.

You could kill two birds with one stone.

No offense, Felix, but I think you're a bit young to be given romantic advice.

Well, if you ask me, you should introduce Arthur to Suzette.

Then he'd either lose interest in Felicity, or she would see Suzette

kiss him, and she'd lose interest in him.

Why, the book, Felix, that's a brilliant idea.

But how?

Everyone liked Mabel's sugar time.

I didn't expect to see you here. Yes, it's a coincidence. Neither of us

mentioned it today at work.

Oh, Arthur.

I don't think you've ever had the chance to meet Suzette Moreau.

Glad to meet you, Miss Moreau.

Can I help you somehow?

If she needs some help, I'll give it to her.

He's a good boy.

Good?

Arthur here is actually more sweetie pie than I am.

That may be true.

Felix, shouldn't you be getting Suzette here back to her uncle?

Felix?

What if she tries to kiss me?

It's just maple sugar. Try some.

You first.

All right.

You didn't love Valentine's Day, Mother?

I don't suppose you ever had two boys fighting over you, Mother.

Two? No, not two.

There were five the year I was your age.

Five? What did you do?

Well, they were so busy fighting over me and paying attention to each other that

when a perfectly nice boy started paying attention to me, I fell head over heels

for him.

Whatever happened to him?

Oh, he's out in the barn right now, shoveling pig manure.

The other five are probably still fighting over me somewhere.

Bless me.

Hello.

I just wanted to make sure we were... What happened to Suzette?

Suzette? You have obviously been paying some attention to Pierre LaPierre's

niece. And don't try to pretend to me that you haven't noticed that she's

pretty. She tries too hard, if you ask me.

All that sweetie -pine nonsense.

Oh, sure, I noticed her.

She may be a lot more beautiful than you, Felicity, but that means nothing to

me.

Oh, Felicity, if you slam the door and every boy puts his foot in his mouth,

you're going to need iron hinges.

Pierre LaPierre, if that is you, I refuse to discuss those potatoes any

Inspector Gully Gogarty from the Ministry of Public Health.

Good evening, ma 'am.

Oh, goodness.

I thought you government people stopped working much earlier in the day than

this. Oh, heavens no. No, no, no, no, no, no.

I'm here to inspect the hotel, so if you could fetch Mr. Tremaine for me.

Miss Gogarty, is it? Yes. Yes, well, I am in charge here, and I'm afraid... No,

this is not a convenient time.

Surprise!

The way it works, Mrs.

King... Yes, Mrs.

King. Well, Mrs. King, I am empowered by the Crown to perform inspections on

hotels and public houses. Oh, I see.

Well, you needn't waste your time, Mr. Coquette. I assure you, this hotel is

well above standard.

And so I'll bid you good night. No, no, I'm afraid you can't get off so easily,

Mrs. King.

I'll take a room for the night. I'll dine in the dining room and I'll start

inspection.

Well, tomorrow.

After you, Mrs. King. Your hat. Yes, my hat.

Happy Valentine's Day, Mr. Terrain.

Same to you, Master King.

And is there a special Valentine in your young life?

No, sir.

If I get my way, there never will be.

One seldom gets one's way in such matters, Master King.

Will you go to the dance this evening, Mr. Tremaine?

I might look in.

But truth be told, I'm rather enjoying my solitude and free time.

I was just wondering.

Because last time Mr. Gogarty was here, you were all in a panic.

Hmm.

Golly googly cheese here.

Oh, good God.

Hmm.

So, Mr.

Inspector, you are a pain in the neck in my kitchen.

Well, it's my job, Chef Lafayette.

I don't tell you how to boil potatoes now.

Hmm.

I don't mind telling you, Chef Pierre, this is the most hygienic environment

I've ever had the honor to inspect.

This is good. This is very good.

Then... A toast

to my kitchen.

Alcohol.

Consumption while working, attempting to influence a government official

in the execution of his duties.

This is not good.

Well, yesterday, I knew you'd keep your promise to me.

And I really appreciate your forgiving me and all.

Now, I'll just be a little while longer, and then I can get cleaned up.

We'll have that dance.

I'll be waiting for you, Gus.

Polly, want a cracker?

Good evening.

Get the guest list.

Mrs.

Bradworth. Well, how lovely to see you.

Now... Hold yourself.

Up till now, I'd admired your composer.

My composer, had he passed this way. Who?

He's an inspector.

An inspector, not the angel of death.

That's where you're wrong.

I've got some bad news.

You have, Gus. You have some bad news. Terrible bad news.

The bird is dead.

We went to do Mr. Package's room, and he just died.

But it wasn't my fault.

I only asked him to do one request.

Have the wretched creature any last words?

Follow me, lads.

I was just going to toss him in the garbage.

Toss him?

He belongs in the Smithsonian.

He's extinct.

Put him... Put him in the ice house.

Say nothing to anyone.

I want to break this to Mr. Packer in the gentlest possible manner.

I can't believe I saw the oldest thing in the world croak right in front of me.

I'm already late picking up blood. You might go with Arthur.

Then you're off the hook.

My goose!

Let's go in there. We can have some privacy.

Oh, but are you a gentleman, my goose?

Oh, perfect, gentlemen.

Now, just stand in the closet there.

Close your eyes.

And just hook her up.

Take the bird to the ice house. I'm going to get my valentine.

You look brilliant tonight, Felicity.

Thank you, Gus.

Good evening, Felicity.

Gus?

Will you do this just one moment?

I will have my dance with Felicity King, Gus Pike.

Then you'll dance with my fist in your eye.

It's going well, don't you think?

Felicity. It's not in the solarium.

Where is the blasted man?

He moved out to the outbuilding then.

Mr. Useless corpse is in the ice house.

Go get him.

Go get him. If he finds a bird corpse in the ice house, he'll shut down the

hotel immediately.

That would put a crimp in your dance, wouldn't it?

Candle is responsible.

Goose, Mike.

How good to see you again, Mr. Cougarty.

There is the dead.

Buzzard in your right house.

Buzzard? Where did you go to school? This is not a buzzard.

It is the single most disgusting thing I have ever come across in my entire ten

years of inspection.

I hereby order this hotel completely shut down.

Oh. For a full investigation and fumigation.

Oh,

goodness.

Your luck.

Of sophistication is the result of your diligence and hard work, so you are not

to blame.

I beg your pardon?

There is no reason a health inspector should be aware of haute cuisine.

This is today's gourmet pièce de résistance.

Chef Pierre's special poultry dish.

Let's get this back to the kitchen.

Immediately.

I have something for you.

I need a word with you, God.

Is your dance card open at all?

Apparently so.

I wonder what that was all about.

Well, it seems that Gus was somewhat too friendly towards Suzette. It might have

something to do with that.

He's very beautiful.

Gus seems to think so, but I find her too sweet for words.

Why did you lock my niece in a closet?

I want you to tell me the truth.

Well, ever since she's been here, Suzette has been at me.

I didn't want to.

She's not what you think.

My uncle, he would perhaps play a game with me.

Wait till I write your mother.

Now.

What are you talking about, specifically Gus Pike?

Well, she's so beautiful and sweet and innocent.

Well, I implored her for a kiss.

But she said no, so I locked her in a closet.

I'm sorry, Pierre.

I'm sorry.

Who says that?

I don't believe you.

Don't you backtalk me, Pierre LaPierre. And don't ask me to explain either.

Spice it to say, the fate of this hotel rests upon you whipping up some sort of

poultry dish that looks...

Like this parrot.

Oh, no, you fool.

Heaven's man. I said make it look like the parrot.

Don't actually cook the wretched thing.

Put it in the icebox.

I know that, you bone -hearted woman.

Bone -headed, the term is bone -headed.

Get busy.

Beep, beep.

Get on away from me.

Look what you've done.

My girl is whirling around with another fella.

You told my uncle what you told so he wouldn't send me back to the convent

school?

Mm -hmm.

Thank you, kind gentleman.

He has written my mother, so I must go.

But I'm going to get you back your girl.

You're a very good dancer.

Only when I'm with you.

I thought it was me you cared for.

What? I said no such thing.

When you kissed me in the woods, you swore this Valentine would be for me and

you.

It's a very good kiss, mademoiselle. It's not true. Oui, c 'est vrai.

I'm glad you've seen the true person behind his fancy clothes and manners,

Elizabeth.

You took advantage of this innocent, sweet girl.

She's from a convent.

And Chef Pierre's niece is that.

Really.

Well done.

Well, Miss Kenton, it appears that you may be about to win our wager. It seems

as if the dance may be a great success, after all.

But I have not won the wager, Mr. Tremaine, no.

If it hadn't been for your decisiveness, your haute cuisine, this hotel would

have been closed for certain.

Besides, I'm coming to see the writer's strength, Morris.

Observer than protagonist.

I honestly do think it best if I be. If not, I'll impart at least a reasonably

quiet one.

Since we are partners, please, call me Simon.

Henrietta.

Henrietta, you would honor me with a Valentine's dance.

I

heard

the best plan is to ignore them completely when this kind of a thing

If we did that, we'd be exactly the kind of cheats they think we are anyway.

You're ruined.

No, no, no, no, no.

Oh, no, no.

Oh, come back.

Oh. Felix.

Mon chéri.

What is this?

Oh.

Young lady, you come with me.

Oh.

Say.

It's best to pretend you don't want to have anything to do with them.