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Olivia.

Speaking to Hermione.

Why are we not speaking to him this time? Well, he's a double in his adult,

Peter, that's why.

But I'm assuming he's in the absolute right. Oh, well, then he doesn't agree

with you.

Oh, no.

Yes.

So why isn't Aunt Hattie talking to you this time?

Your aunt is driving me to distraction over this housekeeper business. I pity

this next victim.

You know a lot of things.

Things? What kind of things?

Well, what was it like when you were a boy?

What was what like?

Things.

Honestly, I don't know what's gotten into you lately, Iz.

Hello, Felix.

Hello, Lizzie.

Who are you meeting?

I'm the housekeeper for the White Van.

Oh.

We're meeting Arthur.

Hey, you want to come by the hotel on my lunch break?

Really?

I'd like that.

Great.

We're having a game of ball hockey, but we'll need some extra players.

Oh.

See you at noon. Right. At noon now.

No,

Olivia, I think I saw her this way.

Miss Greta Stink.

Miss Stink. Yes.

Simon Tremaine.

Mr. King, get Miss Stink's bags.

That will not be necessary, Mr. Tremaine. As director of housekeeping at

Schloss Langström, I was perfectly capable of handling baggage.

This is the only car we haven't checked, Eddie.

Arthur!

Is!

Promise you won't get in any arguments with Father this time? Oh, I promise.

Besides, I've made an effort to accept the foibles of older people, like

who are set in their ways.

What about younger people who are set in their ways?

Sometimes you can't change people, Arthur. Or their attitudes.

The little bag.

Good Lord.

What's she doing here?

Oh,

hello.

Louisa Banks, my word.

Betty King.

I had no idea you were coming.

This is a surprise.

It was a last -minute decision that I should accompany Sarah.

I hope it's not an inconvenience.

Well, no.

No. Of course not. No.

Where is Sarah?

recognize you, young lady.

Oh, careful, I'm covered with paint.

Hello. Hello, Mr. King.

Hattie, I got a late start.

Oh, it's your turn.

Alec was supposed to have had your room all papered and painted when you got

here. Oh, something fresh, you know.

Oh, at least more suitable for a young lady than that.

Dark old dreadful stuff that's there.

Yellow. Yellow.

Yellow. Isn't that nice?

Oh, yellow.

Sarah cannot abide yellow.

Whatever Rose Cottage is yellow.

It's practically the King family color.

Yellow is fine.

Really.

Well, it's so nice to see you again, Miss Banks.

Thank you.

Been quite a number of years, hasn't it?

Why, Sarah was just a young girl, and I hadn't yet married Jasper.

I can't quite remember when you were last in Avonlea.

Yes, quite.

Whatever prompted you to leave your beloved Montreal, may I ask?

Well, when Sarah returned from her experience here...

It was clear to me that my place was with her and not with Stanley House.

She's not staying here, is she?

I wouldn't want to inconvenience you, Hetty.

I will share with Sarah.

Well... Oh, I'm sure we can all arrive at a simple solution.

Aunt Hattie? Nanny Louisa?

Please sit down.

I'd like to talk about my future.

I have something important to tell you. I didn't get a wink of sleep

last night.

The noise was completely dreadful. Noise? What noise?

Wild animals in this very house.

It's just field mice, Nanny Louisa. I am grateful for your hospitality, Hattie.

But I think the hotel would be more suitable.

I couldn't agree with you more, Louisa.

We'll get your things, Sarah.

Sarah?

Sarah's home is here.

Nanny Louisa, Rose Cottage is as much my home as our house in Montreal.

As you wish, dear.

But I will not put you out anymore, Hetty King.

Knives will be arranged by size.

Bison and herbs separated and alphabetized.

Disinfect counters.

Excusez -moi, mademoiselle.

You do not like my kitchen?

You can stay out of it. That will be quite enough, Pierre.

Well, Miss Stieg, I look forward to your recommendations.

Mr. King, if you would show Miss Stig the laundry facilities.

Yes, sir.

She is staying.

For your information, Miss Stig comes with the highest recommendations from

Count Josef von Heim and the top hotel in the Schatzwald. So, make the best of

it.

Aunt Hedy, this is Miss Greta Stieg, the new housekeeper. Miss Stieg? Miss King.

Miss King?

You realize, this is just a trial period, you know.

A fair trial, I hope. Well, she looks capable enough.

Yes,

doesn't she, though?

It won't work, though.

Not with Pierre, La Pierre, German and French.

Like oil and water, they don't make...

Oh, if you will follow me, Miss Banks, I will show you to your room.

Mr. King?

Mr. King,

what is that discoloration on your hands?

It's shoe black.

My God.

Those towels will have to be returned to the laundry.

Don't worry, it's all shoe black.

This is no excuse.

One must scrub with live soap. The hands must be disinfected.

All employees must adhere to a strict code of cleanliness.

I expect you to set an example for the entire staff.

Pre -medical courses at Dalhousie University.

What did your parents say when you told them?

Well, they were a little bit surprised at first, but I think they're really

pleased about it.

Very hard to pursue a career, especially in medicine.

Well, it's just something that I feel I had to do.

I can't really explain it.

I know how you feel.

I want to write professionally.

Somehow that doesn't really surprise me.

There's so much I have to learn.

So much to read and experience.

On the island or in Montreal?

Actually, at L 'École de Beaux -Arts de Pliny in Paris.

Paris? Fred?

While I was at home in Montreal, I did a lot of thinking about my father.

I remember traveling with him in Europe, hiking in Switzerland, and learning to

ride in Vienna, and shopping in Paris.

I was only eight when I attended reading at the school.

My father hoped someday I'd attend.

I remember he told me that it was held in the highest esteem for its programs

language and literature.

and that the Bronte sisters had once lectured there.

Well, have you applied?

Actually, I've already been accepted.

Sarah, that's wonderful.

But you can't tell a living soul, not even Felix. You haven't told Aunt Hedy?

Or Nanny Louisa. Why not?

My life is already planned out in their minds.

Some boring finishing school selected by Aunt Hedy, and then marriage to some

proper young gentleman selected by Nanny Louisa.

I can't let that happen.

Sarah, you've got to tell the truth.

It's always the best way.

How can I?

It would hurt their feelings.

As you can see, Sarah, I've prepared all your favorites.

Is that Abigail's gravy?

It's my gravy.

Thank you, Aunt Janet.

Too much red meat is not good for young girls.

It stirs the blood.

That's not medically proven.

Not to my knowledge, Aunt Hattie.

Young girls these days.

So independent.

Some young girls.

So what have you been doing all this time in Montreal, Sarah?

It's been, what, six months?

Oh, I spent a lot of time thinking about my future.

That's a good thing, too.

I'm a girl your age saw more of the world. Everyone.

I have arranged for Sarah and I to leave this Thursday on a...

train trip right across Canada.

Oh, Hetty, that's wonderful.

I wish I could go. I am sorry to disappoint you, Hetty King, but I also

have made plans for Sarah. We will spend the next several months travelling

across Europe.

We will be sailing from Boston on the SS Southampton on Friday.

There is Canadian.

Surely she has to see her own country first before gallivanting off to some

horrible... Well, you agree, Sarah.

Well, I agree it's important to see Canada, yes.

And as for Stanley, Sarah should investigate her ancestral roots in

cradle of civilization.

Is that not so, Sarah?

Well, I agree it's important to know all one's history.

I'll help, Felicity.

Now look what you've done. You've hurt the child.

I can't take another minute of this.

They are rather impossible.

What are you going to do?

I'm going for a walk.

Well, what should I tell all of them?

Tell them I've gone... at noon.

Sarah Stem.

Wasn't surprised.

What brings you out alone at this time of night?

I needed to think.

I felt the air and the flickering home light.

The sunset kindling the fires in the valley.

I love this place.

Sound homesick?

What about you? What brings you home?

Just visiting.

I'm off to England in a few days.

Special studies.

That's lucky.

I wish I could be on my own.

Well, it is exciting.

Charting one's own future. I have too many futures.

One according to Aunt Hedy, one is Nanny Louisa's, and one is my own.

I don't want to hurt either one of them.

Why does life have to get so complicated?

I think we sometimes make it more complicated than it has to be.

Have you tried telling them the truth?

How can I tell them that I don't want to travel with either one of them? I think

that above all, they want you to be happy.

And for your own happiness, Farrah, you must follow your own destiny. In time, I

think they'll understand.

There she is!

Farrah!

Farrah, stand me!

You gave us a right scare.

We've been searching high and low for you.

Arthur Pettibone.

Good evening.

Miss King?

It is not seemly to be wandering about in the dark with a young man of dubious

background.

Good evening, ladies.

Sarah.

Arthur Pettibone is a very good friend, Nanny Louisa. He happens to be a

professional young man.

A veterinarian, if you must know him, from a very good British family.

And Sarah is nimble. Impressionable young woman.

Good boy.

Here you are.

Nothing like a glass of warm milk, I always say, to steady the nerves.

But there's nothing wrong with my nerves, Aunt Hattie.

Oh, I know how it is. When a young girl takes a fancy into her head, she gets

all agitated.

Agitated?

Oh, no, Sarah, I'm not saying that Arthur Pettibone's not a suitable young

Suitable?

Arthur? Well, if it is...

Several years older than your child.

A university man, really.

With, I'm sure, some very modern ideas about...

You know, certain things.

What kinds of things, Aunt Huddy?

Well, uh... Of course, when I was younger, there were rules,

you see.

Strict code of behavior.

Firstly, you're expected to write to one another, you know.

Get to know one another's likes and dislikes.

See if they had anything in common at all, I suppose.

You see, back then it was understood that young people's

futures are best decided by their elders.

Particularly matters of the heart.

Otherwise, goodness.

run off and marry whomever took her fancy.

And we wouldn't want that, would we, Aunt Hetty?

No, we wouldn't.

I am glad we had this talk, Sarah.

Yes, my dear?

I was just wondering what you'd do if you wanted very desperately to do

something for yourself, but there were other parties involved who each wanted

you to do something else.

Well, have the first party expressed her wishes to the other parties?

Not exactly.

You see, it's very difficult because the other parties will be very upset.

Sarah, you know that your Aunt Hattie and Annie Louise will both love you more

than what's best for you.

Yes, I know.

Now, you know, when Janet and I got married, we were

very young, but we'd known each other for a long time and all our lives, and

just seemed right, but are you sure that Arthur Pettibone is the right suitor

for you? I mean... Arthur Pettibone? Well, Hattie says that you and Arthur...

Oh, Father, no, Uncle Alec.

I'm just tired of being fought over like a toy.

If they would just listen to me about my own future, about what I feel is

important.

Well, don't worry.

I'll talk to them.

Thank you, Uncle Alex.

Come on, there.

There we go.

Sarah will make her goodbyes. Tomorrow.

She will do nothing of the kind. Look, have either one of you sat down and

discussed this matter with Sarah?

You know, she just might have some ideas of her own.

No, I'm not.

You're not leaving, Olivia.

We've not finished the itinerary. I have had enough.

Now, you can carry on till doomsday if that's what makes you happy.

You obviously enjoy the senseless bickering with Louisa Banks. I think

willing to give up everything you have with Sarah just to win an argument.

It's for Sarah's benefit.

Oh, is it really?

Well, then you had better put aside your own feelings and come to a compromise

with that woman, or you are going to be waving to Sarah from a dock.

Good night.

Go on now.

Perfect opportunity.

Louisa Banks.

I have given this problem of Sarah's immediate future

a good deal of thought.

Ah, good. Hey, Miss Banks.

If you don't mind, I'd like to talk to you very frankly about Sarah Stanley.

Alec, do you mind? We're quite capable of dealing with Sarah on our own, thank

you. No, she finds it very difficult to talk to you both about this. You see,

well, the one particular point that she wanted to make is that there is nothing,

absolutely nothing between her and Arthur Pettibone. In fact, she... We're

talking about the Arthur Pettibone. If you just let me finish.

Alec, Hedy has something very important to say.

If you just talk to Sarah...

As I was saying, Louisa Banks, I've thought long and hard about what would

Sarah's best interest.

I've come to a decision.

I'm now prepared to sacrifice what I believe to be the more educational trip

order to accompany the both of you on your tour of Europe.

Well, come if you like, Hetty King.

I'm sure Sarah will be delighted.

And as you know, it was never her father's intention that she should stay

this little island forever.

Is that so?

Well, Sarah just may choose to return to this little island, as you put it.

It's made all the difference in her character, you know.

When you first brought her to Rose Cottage, she was an exceptional...

A meaningless, spoiled child, and I... I beg your pardon, Hetty King.

Well, now I know what Sarah was talking about.

A word of advice. If you're not careful, you're going to drive her to desperate

action, and I, for one, wouldn't blame her.

You seem to know Felix King better than anyone.

Well, you seem to be a good friend.

But that's just it.

To him, I'm only a friend.

He never gets the hint.

Well, then, you must capture his imagination.

You know Felix, he's always scheming and dreaming. The true romantic.

Felix King, a romantic?

That's just it, Izzy. Write to him.

You mean, write Felix a love letter?

Absolutely. So say I did write a letter to him.

What if he hates it and doesn't like me and never speaks to me again?

Don't sign your name.

I don't get it.

Sign from your secret admirer. Then when he falls in love with the girl who

wrote the letter, you reveal it to you.

Jeez, Sarah, that's a swell idea.

It is, isn't it?

To my secret love, my heart will burst.

The pain's the worst.

I will be doomed, pretend entombed, carrying my love to heaven above.

A little work.

Mr. King.

Oh, Mystique.

Sorry. I expect conditions of this kitchen to be spotless and sanitary by

time I complete table and inventory.

Oh.

This is for you.

My secret love.

Your eyes. Your smile.

My heart will burst.

Secret admirer.

You have a secret admirer.

Someone with addled wits and poor eyesight.

Miss Stieg, the new housekeeper at the hotel. She said...

This is for you.

I bet she wrote it herself.

Felix, Miss Stieg is a woman. You are a boy.

Some people don't think so, Felicity.

I'm to leave a reply in the lobster traps at the lighthouse if I want to

more.

You write a love letter.

Or you could do it for me.

It's not a good idea to get involved in someone else's romantic entanglements.

Does that mean no?

Harry, you've got to help me. I need a letter to a secret admirer.

Whoever she is, she must really like me.

I've got to find out who she is.

I know.

Look.

Copy this down in your own handwriting.

Mine's too feminine.

Good thinking.

Mr. Tremaine, is there something I can assist you with?

Oh, Miss Steak.

No, no.

Between all the desk stuff, the receipts are always in a state of confusion.

Oh, just look at this.

Jensen and Daly charged to the same room number.

Ah, but Jensen was in room four until noon and asked to be switched to a

room. Mrs. Daly agreed.

Please, allow me. I can finish this for you, Mr. Tremaine. Oh, I couldn't

impose. It is no position.

Oh, a woman after my own heart.

You know, your organizational abilities have been missing from this organization

for far too long.

For far too long, I must say.

of the items you require must be on my desk by 5 a .m., not a moment later.

Yes.

And, Pierre, the breakage rate over the past several days has exceeded that of

the entire previous month.

Mr.

Higg, I would advise you to pay less attention to Miss Stieg and more to your

duties.

What's so funny?

You have melted the heart of the Ice Queen.

Oh, good Lord.

You don't mean... But have no fear. I shall counsel you both.

Coffee mistake?

No, thank you, Mr. King.

Now, Monsieur Lapierre, we will organize the kitchen linens and the cutlery this

morning. Nothing needs to be organized. I know exactly where everything is.

I think it's a great idea.

I could get on that right away.

You are not scheduled for this duty, Mr. King.

And I think you're already two minutes late for the front desk.

Sorry.

Oh!

I am off for my morning ride. Upon my return, we shall discuss the inventory.

Ja, Mr. Tremaine.

Mr. Tremaine.

Mr. LePierre has told me you rode in the cavalry.

My father was a cavalry officer.

It is the only life for a young man.

Build character.

Makes a man decisive, practical, a leader.

Where's everybody just standing around?

Don't you have work to do?

Ja, mein Herr.

This isn't funny.

Ja, mein Herr.

This is all your fault. You knew how she'd react.

In future, just stay out of my business.

I love it when you are so decisive.

Look, you were right.

Who would have thought Felix would be so romantic?

Who indeed?

He wants me to meet him at the lighthouse.

What'll I do?

What'll I say?

What'll I wear?

Arthur.

Arthur, look.

What do you think?

Oh, it's very becoming -ish.

Very sophisticated.

What's all this about?

Just... Something I needed to impress someone with.

I hope.

You mean somebody like a young man?

You won't tell father, will you?

Well, my lips are sealed if you tell me who it is.

Felix King.

I'm meeting him, but he doesn't know it. It's a bit complicated.

You can tell me about it on the way home is.

And how about you, Sarah? Have you told him about your plans?

No, I haven't.

And now it's gone from bad to worse.

Aunt Hedy is going to accompany us to Europe.

They'll have to let you go one day, won't they, Sarah?

It's never easy.

But eventually parents realize their children are grown and have their own

Make a decision and act on it.

Felicity, how do I look?

Why ask me? You already know what I think of you.

Come on, Felicity, this is important.

All right.

You look...

Nice.

Night? Is that all?

Felix, you've been preening for over an hour.

You really don't have time to stew about it.

Shouldn't you be at the lighthouse by now to meet your lady love?

Oh, my gosh.

Well, Lydia, where's Sarah?

Oh, Hetty, she's gone to the lighthouse to meet someone.

That's a better woman.

We'd best get Louisa back.

Look, Sarah, I've been thinking.

I should never have let you talk me into this.

Running away isn't going to solve the problem.

This isn't a good solution.

You should just tell them the truth.

You don't understand, Arthur. You can't talk to them. They don't listen to

anyone but themselves.

Sarah, they'll both be terribly hurt.

It's an old and tired adage, but honesty is the best policy.

I am being honest to myself.

I love my father, but I can't live with him. My problem exactly.

But I would never run off without facing him.

It's cowardly.

Somehow I've never thought of you as a coward, Sarah.

It's all your fault, Louisa Beck.

You probably had her under lock and key back in Montreal, the poor child. Better

that than to have her courted by a country ruffian on your very nose.

Ruffian? No, stop it.

No wonder Sarah's run off to get away from the two of you. Come on, hurry up,

Eddie.

What on earth?

Good evening, Miss Stig.

Ah, Miss Stig, good evening.

Felix King, I might have guessed.

What is the meaning of this? Where is Sarah?

Sarah? Sarah?

No. Sarah?

Sarah? Greta.

Greta?

Izzy.

Felix, who's Greta?

Were you coming to meet someone else?

You better explain yourself, young man.

Well, I... I want to go home.

Izzy, it's all right.

All right, Felix King, what have you done with Sarah and Arthur Pettibone?

Sarah? Arthur?

I was afraid to tell you.

Either one of you.

that I want to go to l 'Ecole des Beaux -Arts de Cluny in Paris.

I knew you'd say no, it being a Roman Catholic institution.

But why?

It's reputed to be one of the best academies for young ladies, or at least

interested in language and literature.

Oh, I know, because your father mentioned it so often, I naturally made

inquiries.

Why would you think I'd say no?

You... Your education has always been paramount. It is the one area on which

Hetty King and I agree.

Oh, goodness.

What a wonderful opportunity.

I shall take an apartment near the Tuileries.

What, as a sole guardian?

Oh, no, you don't, Louisa Banks.

Then I shall take rooms nearby myself.

So now you both want to go to Paris.

Is that to keep an eye on Sarah or to continue your ongoing feud?

Well, mightn't I simply want to see Paris?

It's why I didn't tell you in the first place.

You always make plans and put me in the middle.

You force me to choose between you and I can't.

Oh, Sarah, I never meant to. I'm so sorry.

No, dear, never.

How could I say I love one over the other?

How could I choose between the woman who raised me from a baby and the woman who

ushered me into womanhood?

No. You've taught me everything you can.

Instilled in me the best values and the highest goals.

But there is a time when chicks must leave the nest to test their wings and

discover the world on their own.

This is my time.

I will write every week.

Every day.

I love you both so much.

What is going on here? Why aren't dinners being served?

I quit.

What? We all quit.

That know -it -all has ruined my kitchen.

Looks like she whipped everything up into chips.

Monsieur Tremaine, I know you will not agree with me, but nothing is good

for that lady.

And she seems to think that every area of this hotel is under her control.

If that is what you wish, monsieur, then she can take over my position here. Au

revoir. Wait, wait, wait, Pierre.

If you would allow me to get a word in, I would have said that I agree with you.

Although you brought much of this problem on your shelf.

Felix, ask Greta to come and see me. I like her.

Yes, we know that.

You behave like a jackass every time you see her.

Miss Stieg, if I may have a word with you.

Privately.

Let me counsel you about women.

I've made the complete study of the hotel.

Among the recommendations, I think it would be more efficient if we moved the

kitchen linens into the storage... Miss Stieg.

Yes?

You are a very capable woman.

Thank you.

Yes, very capable.

But...

It may be that the White Sands Hotel is not quite ready yet for such rigid

deficiency and continental style.

They will get used to it. Please let me finish.

I'm afraid I will have to let you go.

I am sorry.

Oh, Miss Stapley, you are an extraordinary housekeeper.

Yes? I will be happy to provide a glowing recommendation.

Recommendation? Any hotel would be proud to have you on its staff.

It's just an unfortunate personality conflict.

I see.

You prefer Pierre, but the rubble in the kitchen?

You have won.

This beautiful hotel will fall to wreck and ruin, and it will be all your fault,

Monsieur Lepierre. I hope you will be satisfied.

Good luck, and goodbye.

I got it.

I am sorry that things have not worked out for you at the White Stands, Miss

Steed. Here is a letter of recommendation to a fine hotel, the

Berlin, Ontario.

Good luck, Miss Steed.

Mr. Tremaine, I can manage, thank you.

She was very beautiful, though.

Feel it?

There is more to a relationship than a pretty face.

Oh, Felix, tell him to hurry.

Don't give up on Felix yet. I'll have to wear a paper bag on my head. No, you

won't.

Father, I'll write when I get to college. Good luck, Arthur.

I'm sure you'll do well.

Quick step.

Allow me.

Oh, why, thank you, Mr. Pettibone.

My pleasure, Miss Banks.

Gee, Sarah, I was getting lonely here without you.

You're right.

Yes, you too. I will.

Even you, Felix.

Oh, I promise.

I might even visit.

Here, Sarah, we got you a small going -away gift.

It's a diary, so you can remember all that exciting stuff to tell it.

I'll miss you both.

Me too.

Thank you, Aunt Olivia.

I'll miss you.

Give my best to Jasper when he returns.

I'm sorry I missed him.

Take care, Sarah.

I love you.

Don't dally.

Janet, over here.

I know you'll do well, Sarah.

You've been like a father to me.

Here's the exchange for your ticket.

Go on, give it to her then.

Very dear, Aunt Hattie would like you to have this.

Just to buy a little something for yourself.

All aboard!

Get on, it's leaving.

Aunt Hattie is the most important person in the world to me.

You know, Henny, that girl has a lot of king in her.

In fact, she's always reminded me of you.