All language subtitles for Persuasion (1995) 1080p_eng

Come on.

- Mr. Shepherd, sir!
- Yes, sir?

- When are we to be paid?
- In due course.

In due course?
But these are outstanding.

I'm aware they're outstanding, sir.
That's why I'm here.

Mr. Shepherd, these bills
go back for months and months!

Look: February, March, April!
When can we expect...

Gentlemen...

the war is over.

- And Bonaparte, sir?
- Bonaparte has abdicated.

He's confined to the island of Elba.

We're going home.

- Gentlemen, the admiral.
- The admiral.

No, I will not have
a sailor in my house.

No, I will not have
a sailor in my house.

I strongly object to the Navy.

It brings persons of obscure birth
into undue distinction...

and it cuts up a man's youth
and vigor most horribly.

One day last spring...

in town, I was in company
with a certain Admiral Baldwin...

the most deplorable-looking person
that you can imagine.

His face... the color of mahogany, rough
and rugged, all lines and wrinkles.

Nine gray hairs and nothing
but a dab of powder on top.

"In the name of Heaven," said I
to Sir Basil Morley...

who was standing near,
"Who is that old fellow?"

"Old fellow!" cried Sir Basil.

"Why, that is Admiral Baldwin,
who is 40 and no more!"

And they're all the same.

Have a little mercy
on the poor men, Sir Walter.

We were not all born
to be handsome.

You will not have
a naval man as a tenant?

No, I will not, Shepherd.

Then there is
but one course open to you.

- You must retrench.
- Retrench?

- Retrench?
- How may I retrench?

A baronet must be seen
to live like a baronet.

Sir Walter, I have been your neighbor
for a good many years...

and I am as solicitous for the credit
of your family as anybody could well be.

But your debts...

are extreme.

You must retrench.

I have, therefore,
taken the liberty of...

drawing up some plans
of economy for your family.

I have made exact calculations...

and I have consulted Anne
on some points of detail.

Anne? Why?

What?

"Journeys, London,
servants, table"!

I'd as soon quit
Kellynch Hall at once...

than remain on it
on such disgraceful terms!

Bath is but 50 miles
from Kellynch and...

if I may be permitted my opinion...
an altogether safer location...

for a gentleman
in your predicament.

In Bath I think you may be important
at comparatively little expense.

Sorbet in September!

- How delightful.
- Enjoy it.

There'll be no more ice
until the winter.

Bath is most congenial.

The new assembly rooms are splendid,
and there are concerts every week.

I am for...

for Bath.

I have always said
Bath is incomparable.

Who is this Admiral Croft?

I met with him at
the quarter sessions in Taunton.

He's a native of Somersetshire...

who acquired a fortune in the war
and wishes to return here.

Yes, but who is he?

He is a rear admiral of the White.

He was in the Trafalgar action
and has been in the East Indies since.

He has been stationed there
several years.

Then I take it his face has both
the color and the texture...

of this macaroon.

The admiral is a little weather-beaten,
to be sure, but not much.

He is a married man,
but without children.

A house is never taken care of,
Sir Walter, without a lady.

And a lady with no children is the best
preserver of furniture in the world.

Moreover, I found that Mrs. Croft is
herself not unconnected in this country.

To whom is she connected?

She is the sister of a gentleman who
lived among us once. What was his name?

Lived at Monkford,
brother of Mrs. Croft.

Bless me, what was his name?
Anne, you recall?

It was Wentworth.
Wentworth.

That's right, Wentworth.

He had the curacy of Monkford
some time back.

- You remember him, I'm sure.
- Wentworth, the curate.

You misled me by the term "gentleman."
Wentworth was nobody. Quite unconnected.

Nothing to do with
the Strafford family.

Said I something amiss?

You remember, Father.
The curate's brother.

- The sailor.
- Let us not pursue it.

Please excuse me. The fire.

I became overheated, that's all.

I am satisfied.

I empower you
to proceed with the treaty.

He may take possession
at Michaelmas, and Shepherd...

with your consent,
I wish to engage dear Mrs. Clay...

to reside with us in Bath, where
she would be a companion for Elizabeth.

I can think of no higher privilege
for my daughter, sir...

than to accompany
Miss Elliot in society.

What about Anne?
Is Anne not companion enough for you?

Oh, Anne won't be coming,
Lady Russell.

I had a letter this morning
from sister Mary who is indisposed...

and requires Anne's
company in Uppercross...

until her health improves.

And since no one
will want you in Bath...

I'm sure you'd better stay here.

Information and entertainment
awaits you on these shelves, Admiral.

I confess I have not
fully mastered it myself.

Probably the most
comfortable room, Sir Walter.

And thus we proceed
to the dining room, Admiral.

The second-best silver
will be at your disposal, Mrs. Croft.

Instruct the servants to be
civil to Admiral Croft, Anne.

I declare, he's the best-looking
sailor I have ever met.

Indeed, if my own man might be allowed
the arranging of his hair...

I should not be ashamed
being seen with him anywhere.

I haven't had time, so here is
the list of plants for Lady Russell.

And the list of books and music
that I must have sent to Bath.

You'd best catalog all the pictures and
clear your rubbish out of the storeroom.

And someone really ought to visit every
house in the parish as a take-leave.

It is the Elliot way.

If only I'd had a son...

all this might one day
have been his.

- Be of some use to your sister Mary.
- Yes, Father.

Lady Russell will fetch you up
to Bath after Christmas.

Walk on. Come along.

For eight years you've been
too little from home, too little seen.

And your spirits have
never been high since...

your disappointment.

- A larger society will improve them.
- But I so dislike Bath.

Only because you associate it
with the passing of your dear mother.

While my mother was alive,
Lady Russell...

there was moderation
and economy in our home...

and no need of moving out.

Do you travel directly
to Uppercross?

Yes.

Yes, I prefer to be gone
when his sis...

When Admiral and Mrs. Croft arrive.

I hope they are as little familiar
with the business as my own people seem.

I have no desire to meet
the new tenants of Kellynch Hall.

I feel this breakup
of your family exceedingly.

Indeed, it angers me.

I've done my best to stand
in your mother's place...

and offer the advice I believe
she would have given, and now...

Lady Russell,
I have never said this...

Do not talk of it.
We shall not talk of it.

I do not blame you...

nor do I blame myself
for having been guided by you.

But I am now persuaded...

that in spite of
the disapproval at home...

and the anxiety
attending his prospects...

that I should have been happy,
had I...

You were but 19, Anne.

At 19, to involve yourself
with a man...

who had nothing but himself
to recommend him.

Spirit and brilliance, to be sure,
but no fortune, no connections.

It was entirely prudent of you
to reject him.

Now, here are the new poems
I was telling you of.

Altogether I care little
for these romantics. Do you?

So, you've come at last.

I began to think
I should never see you.

I am so ill...

I can hardly speak.

Haven't seen a creature
the whole morning.

Suppose I were to be seized
in some dreadful way?

I'm not able to ring the bell!

Lady Russell, I notice,
would not come in person.

I do not think she's been
in this house three times this summer.

Lady Russell cordially asked to be
remembered to yourself and Charles.

Charles is out shooting.
Haven't seen him since 7:00.

He said he would not stay long,
but he hasn't come back, has he?

I do believe if Charles
were to see me dying...

he wouldn't believe there was
anything the matter with me.

Well, I always cure you
when I come to Uppercross.

So, how is everyone
at the great house?

I can give you no account of them.
Not one of them has been near me.

It doesn't happen to suit
the Miss Musgroves, I suppose...

to visit the sick.

Oh. Perhaps you will see them
before the morning is gone.

I do not want them,
I assure you.

My sisters-in-law laugh a great deal
too much for one in my condition.

And Henrietta goes on and on...

about that wretched curate
from Winthrop.

Oh, Anne.

Why could you not have come earlier?
It is so unkind.

My dear Mary, I really
have had so much to do.

What can you possibly
have had to do?

A great many things,
as a matter of fact.

Dear me.

You haven't asked me one word about
our dinner at the Pooles yesterday.

I thought you must have been obliged
to give up the engagement.

I was very well yesterday.

It's just today.

I feel like death.

Had you a pleasant party?

Nothing remarkable.

One always knows beforehand what the
dinner will be and who will be there.

It is so very uncomfortable
not having a carriage of one's own.

Charles's parents took me.
It was so crowded.

They take up so much room!

I was crushed into the backseat
with Henrietta and Louisa...

and I think it most likely
that my illness today...

may be owing to it.

You know, Anne,
I'm feeling somewhat improved.

Assuming I do not relapse, shall we walk
after luncheon to the great house?

Oh, I'd like that.

They ought to have
called on you first, of course.

They ought to have had the manners
to know what is due to you as my sister.

I wouldn't stand on ceremony with people
I know so well as the Musgroves.

So Sir Walter
and your sister are gone.

And what part of Bath
do you think they'll be settling in?

Must that thing go
exactly there, Henrietta?

- Isn't it splendid, Mama?
- It will sound nice with the pianoforte.

Don't you think, Anne?

What was wrong with my old spinet,
I'd like to know...

that it must make way
for this great, noisy article?

Anne, will you play
when we next give a dance?

You play a great deal better than either
of us, and we are wild for dancing.

Yes, please, Miss Anne.

Oh, Lord bless me, how those
fingers of hers can fly about!

I will play too, if you wish.
I am quite as accomplished as Anne.

Why, thank you, Mary.

But we all enjoy so much
to watch you dancing, Mary.

You are so light on your feet.

And, as you know,
Anne does not care to dance.

- I sent them round the back.
- We'll do it.

There, now!

Ah, Miss Anne.
What a great delight.

Mr. Musgrove,
the delight is all mine...

to return once more to Uppercross.

You're most welcome
to be here among us.

Thank you. You look well,
Charles. Very well.

I got a brace of pheasant and Father hit
a squab, but the dog couldn't find it.

Feel pretty well, Anne,
thank you. Yes.

You were missed
at luncheon, Charles.

Your father is in good health,
I trust, Miss Anne?

They've gone to Bath, Papa.
Do you not remember me saying?

Oh, yes. Bath.

Oh, I do hope we shall
be in Bath this winter.

Perhaps we may.

But if we do go,
we must be in a good situation.

Somewhere near the circus.

It's a big place, Bath.

- It's a great big place.
- So I believe.

Upon my word,
I shall be well off, shan't I...

when you are all gone away
to be happy at Bath.

Anne, come and sit by the fire.

My dear, I make it a rule...

of never interfering
in my daughter-in-law's concerns.

But I have to tell you...

I have no very good opinion
of the way Mary curbs her children.

Oh, they are fine, healthy boys.

But, Lord bless me,
how troublesome they can be.

Mrs. Musgrove is forever advising me on
the care of Little Charles and Walter.

Yet she gives them
so many sweet things to eat...

they invariably come home sick.

Moreover, how am I supposed
to keep them in order...

when their father
spoils them so much?

I could manage the boys very well
were it not for Mary's interference.

And I wish you could persuade her
not to be always fancying herself ill.

It is a very bad thing
to be visited by children...

whom one can only keep
in tolerable order...

by more cake than is good for them.

Could you possibly,
whilst you are here...

give Mary a hint that
it would be better...

if she were not so very tenacious
about taking precedence over Mama?

Nobody doubts her right
to take precedence over Mama...

but it is not becoming of her
always to insist on it.

Mama doesn't care about etiquette.

It's the cake she cares about.

These people are apt to forget
whose daughter I am.

When you have a moment,
you must speak to Charles, Anne...

and persuade him
that I am very, very ill.

Oh, Anne.

And when will the admiral
take possession?

At Michaelmas.

Let's just hope they are not tardy
about paying their respects.

My husband is riding to hounds
this morning, Admiral...

or he should have been here.

Naturally I am disappointed,
Mrs. Musgrove.

So too will he be.

He has been curious to obtain a close
view of his father-in-law's tenant.

- Come back here!
- I want to see the admiral!

Oh! No. Let them be.

So, come on up on my knee.

- The admiral loves children.
- You want to sail the high seas, do you?

First you have to learn to go
up and down with the swell, like this.

Oh, I can hear
your timbers creaking.

It was you,
and not your sister, I find...

who my brother had the pleasure
of knowing when he was in this country.

Perhaps you have not heard.

He is married.

That is excellent news, Mrs. Croft.

I wish him every happiness.

Well, with your permission,
I shall tell him so in my next letter.

Oh, please do.

Oh, and he has
a new curacy too, at last.

They are settled
in a parish in Shropshire.

Ever seen a boat
made out of paper?

Come, I'll show you.
Here, over by the desk.

There we go.

Watch very closely.

I was just telling
your sister about...

my brother Edward's
good fortune in Shropshire.

- He's a curate.
- A curate. How interesting.

Oh, we are expecting soon
another brother of my wife's.

A seafaring brother,
whom you won't have met.

But we do know him.
Do we not, Anne?

He visited these parts when I was but a
girl, and called at Kellynch Hall once.

Yes.

I did not know you were
acquainted with Frederick also.

Yes.

I believe you to have been
in the Indies at that time.

There.

Hip, hip, hurrah!
Hip, hip, hurrah!

- Good morning, Anne.
- Good morning!

Papa has met Captain Wentworth.

- Indeed, has he?
- Yes.

He and Mama drove over to Kellynch,
and he was there.

He has just returned to England,
or paid off, or something, and...

Are you coming in, Henrietta? Or is
my cottage insufficiently grand for you?

Oh. I may not stay.
Thank you, Mary.

I am here solely to invite you
to call at the great house this evening.

- That's very kind.
- To meet Captain Frederick Wentworth.

By all accounts, a most charming
and agreeable gentleman.

And he is to call on us tonight.

We shall be present, Henrietta.
Have no fear.

Mama!

What happened?

Charles fell!

Anne! Come quickly!

- I've reset the collarbone.
- And the spine?

Time will tell.

- Should I take him to bed?
- No. Leave him where he is.

- What may I give him?
- Water.

What happened?

He fell from a tree.

Charles.

How can you contemplate
such a thing?

How could you abandon
your son and heir for a dinner?

The child is doing well.

The apothecary is content.
What more is there for a father to do?

I need my gloves.

Nursing does not belong to a man, Mary.
It is not his province.

I'm as fond of my child
as any mother...

but I have not the nerves
for the sickroom.

Oh, this is always my luck.

If there is anything disagreeable
going on, men are sure to get out of it.

But could you be comfortable spending
the evening away from Little Charles?

If his father can,
why shouldn't I?

Then go along and dine at the
great house. Leave the boy to my care.

Dear me.
That's a very good thought.

You don't mind?

I, too, wish to meet
Captain Wentworth.

And you are by far the properest
person to sit with the boy...

for you haven't a mother's
feelings, have you?

He did inquire
after you slightly...

as might suit a former
slight acquaintance.

He was very attentive to me, however,
and Charles and he made instant friends.

I believe they are
to shoot together this morning.

- But they will not call here?
- No, on account of the child.

Oh. On account of the child.

- I've come for the dogs.
- What?

I've come for the dogs.
We're just setting off.

Captain Wentworth follows
with Henrietta and Louisa.

- May he call on you?
- Certainly.

Here he comes now.

The Miss Musgroves, ma'am,
and Captain Wentworth.

Mrs. Musgrove.

It is most pleasant
to see you again so soon, Captain.

- How's your boy?
- Much better, thank you.

Why, he's taken some broth.

I believe that you are acquainted
with my elder sister, Anne.

- We have met once.
- Captain Wentworth.

I wish young Charles
a very speedy recovery.

Henrietta and Louisa swear
he's quite a character, when fit.

Your husband, I hear,
is a very decent shot.

I'd better not let him
grab the best position.

And I see I have intruded
on your breakfast. Forgive me.

Good day.

- Shall we walk with them?
- Oh, yes.

And so shall I.

Do your women often
come shooting, Charles?

Not that often, Frederick. No.

- Had you good hunting, Mary?
- Upon my word, yes.

We bagged, oh...

ever so many birds.

But that Captain Wentworth
is not very gallant towards you, Anne.

When Henrietta asked him
what he thought of you...

he said you were so altered...

he would not have known you again.

Do you suppose we live on board
without anything to eat?

Nor any cooks or servants?
Or any knife and fork to use?

We ain't savages, Louisa!

Let me tell you about the Asp,
my first command.

We sailed away on the Asp
in the year 1806.

We have a Navy list.
We shall look her up.

They made me send for it,
Captain, from Plymouth.

You won't find it
in the new list.

She's been broken up for scrap.

I was the last man to command her,
eight years ago...

and she was hardly fit
for service then.

Nearly sank on several
occasions, the Asp.

Then I should have only been
a gallant Captain Wentworth...

in a small paragraph in a newspaper,
and you would never have heard of me.

Yet still you took her out?

Well, the admiralty likes to
entertain itself now and then...

with sending a few hundred men to sea
in a ship hardly fit to be employed.

- Well said.
- Lucky fellow to get her.

- Lucky to get anything so soon.
- I felt my luck, I assure you.

I was well satisfied
with the position.

I was extremely keen at the time,
in the year '06, to be at sea.

Most extremely keen.
Badly wanted to be doing something.

Naturally, you did. What should a
young fellow do ashore for half a year?

When a man has no wife,
he wants to be afloat again.

I had no wife in the year '06.

And then, Captain Wentworth,
what came next?

- The Laconia.
- Find the Laconia.

Those were great days
when I had the Laconia.

Here she is. H.M.S. Laconia:
74-gun frigate, second-class.

A friend and I had a fine cruise
off the West Indies in the Laconia...

taking enough privateers
to make it very entertaining...

and make us quite rich.

- Remember Captain Harville, Admiral?
- Aye.

Excellent fellow.
I wonder what's become of him.

Did not you bring Mrs. Harville
and her children...

around from Portsmouth
to Plymouth that spring?

Yes. What of it?

I'd bring anything of Harville's
from the world's end, if he asked me to.

This from the man
famous in the Navy for declaring...

he will never have
a woman on his ship.

- What, never?
- Except for a ball, of course.

It's from no lack of gallantry
towards women, Mrs. Musgrove.

It's impossible to make the lodgings
on board suitable for a party of ladies.

Why, Frederick,
I have lived on five.

But you were living with your husband,
and you were the only woman on board.

I hate to hear you talking about
all women as though they were...

fine ladies instead
of rational creatures.

None of us want to be
in calm waters all our lives.

When he has a wife, Sophy,
he will sing a different tune.

When he has married, if we have
the good luck to live to another war...

we shall see him very grateful
to anybody who will bring him his wife.

Now I have done.

When once married people
begin to attack me with...

"Oh, you shall think very differently
when you are married"...

I can only say,
"No, I shall not."

Then they say, "Yes, you shall!"
And there's an end of it!

Mrs. Musgrove.

You must have been
a great traveler, ma'am.

I have crossed
the Atlantic four times.

And I have been once
to the East Indies.

And to different places
around home: Cork...

and Lisbon...

and Gibraltar.

But I was never
in the West Indies.

We do not call Bermuda or Bahama the
West Indies, Mrs. Musgrove, as you know.

I do not think Mama has ever
called them anything in her life.

But did you never suffer
any sickness, Mrs. Croft?

The only time that I ever...

imagined myself unwell...

or had any ideas of danger...

was the winter that
I passed on my own at Deal...

when the admiral...
Captain Croft then...

was away on the North Seas.

That I did not like.

But as long as we
could be together...

nothing ever ailed me.

Not a thing.

I beg your pardon.
This is your seat.

Not at all.

No, never.
She has quite given up dancing.

Henrietta, here's Henry.

Captain Wentworth, this is our cousin
from Winthrop, Henry Hayter.

Sir!

Twenty thousand pounds.

He told me he's made
£20,000 in the war.

It'd be a capital match
for either of my sisters.

Which do you think the most probable,
Anne, to marry the captain?

Mary gives it for Henrietta.
I am for Louisa.

I do not think
Henrietta has the right...

to throw herself away
on Henry Hayter.

She must think of her family.

It's very inconvenient of any
young woman to give bad connections...

to those who've not
been used to them.

Henry is good-natured.
He's a good sort of fellow.

He stands to inherit a pretty property
at Winthrop. Henrietta might do worse.

If she has him...

and Louisa can get the captain,
I shall be well satisfied.

What say you, Anne?

Which one is
the captain in love with?

- He likes me!
- You are spoken for!

He's trying to be fair.
He will come to a decision.

- But why should I shift my ground?
- There's Mama and Papa to think about.

Henry Hayter
is a man they both admire.

Arrangements have been made!
Do come to your senses.

Good morning!
Good morning!

Will you come in
and sit with us a little?

Thank you, but we're
to go for a long walk.

- I am fond of a long walk.
- This is a very long walk.

Why is everybody always supposing
I am not a good walker?

I should like to
join you very much.

Let us fetch our wraps.

Mary, we have a puzzle to fin...

Good morning.
Louisa, Henrietta, Mary.

- We are going on a long walk.
- You tired, Charles?

- Neither am I. Shall we join them?
- Of course.

- Mary?
- That would be a pleasure.

I wonder where the gig
will overturn today?

- Oh, do not be cruel.
- It happens every time they go out.

He's a first-rate sailor,
but on land...

Fortunately my sister is as happy
to be tossed into the ditch as not.

If I loved a man as she loves
the admiral, I should do just the same.

Nothing would ever separate us.

And I would rather be overturned by him
than driven safely by somebody else.

Fine words, Louisa.

I think you're trying
to get out of it!

Of course I'm not trying
to get out of it!

Bless my soul, that's Winthrop.

I see Henry's finished
the new barn.

Now I think we had better turn back.
I am feeling excessively tired.

Come along, Henrietta.

Now we've come this far,
I ought to call on my aunt Hayter.

- Mary, you will accompany me.
- Certainly not.

- You might rest in her kitchen.
- No.

Indeed, walking back up that hill
will do me more harm...

than any sitting down
will do me good.

I intend to rest here and then go home.
Henrietta, you may rest with me.

She does not want to go
down there either, do you, dear?

Well, I will do my duty
to my aunt.

It's most unpleasant,
having such connections.

But I assure you, I have never been
in that house above twice in my life.

Shall we try and glean some nuts
in the hedgerow?

Indeed, yes.

My seat is damp.

I'm sure Louisa
has found a better.

Oh, leave her be, Mary.

No. I will not be damp.

Oh, I could not bear
such nonsense.

I would not be turned back from
a thing I had determined to do...

by the airs and interference
of such a person.

I am not so easily persuaded.

Would she have turned back then,
but for you?

I am ashamed to say
that she would.

Henrietta is very lucky
to have you for a sister.

Stick always to your purpose,
Louisa. Be firm.

I shall like you the more for it.

Mary has a great deal too much
of the Elliot pride.

We all wish that Charles
had married Anne instead.

Did Charles want to marry Anne?

- You don't know?
- You mean she refused him?

- Yes.
- When was that?

Oh, about a year
before he married Mary.

If only Anne had accepted him.

We should have all liked her
a great deal better.

My parents think it was
Lady Russell's doing...

that my brother, not being
philosophical enough for her taste...

she persuaded Anne to refuse him.

I had better sit your side, Anne,
if you have had your rest.

Captain Wentworth,
I don't believe you know Mr. Hayter.

Captain Wentworth, Henry.

Good day, sir.

Good day, Admiral!

- Sophy.
- Good day.

- We've been to Winthrop and back.
- The ladies must be exhausted.

- There's a seat for one.
- Yes.

- It will save full a mile.
- Yes.

Oh, Anne.
You must be tired.

Do give us the pleasure
of taking you home.

- There's not room, Mrs. Croft.
- Nonsense.

Sophy and I will squash up.

Were we all as slim as you,
there would be room for four.

Walk on.

Good-bye!

I wish Frederick would spread
a little more canvas...

and bring us home one of those
nice young ladies to Kellynch.

This hesitation comes
of the peace.

If it were war, he would
have settled it long ago.

Do you not think, Sophy, that your
brother is ready to fall in love?

I think my brother is ready to make
a very foolish match, George.

Anybody between 15 and 30
may have him for the asking.

A little beauty, a few smiles...

a few compliments of the Navy,
and he is a lost man.

Is it a love letter, Frederick?

No, it's from my old friend Harville.
He's settled in Lyme.

- How far away is that?
- Sixteen, seventeen miles.

Then I'll ride there tomorrow.

- You are fond of this Harville, I think.
- Indeed I am.

We've had some great sport
in the far corners of the world.

Unfortunately, he's not in good health.
A leg wound he got in the war.

But if you could meet him,
I'm sure you'd love him as I do.

Well, why don't we make a visit?

All together.
I've long had a wish to see Lyme.

- Let us go!
- Yes, Charles, please!

- May we take Anne too?
- Of course.

Let it be Anne's treat.
Soon she must leave us for Bath.

We're to go to Lyme, Mary.

I do not like the sea.

Before we enter Harville's house,
I must warn you that lodging there...

is a Captain Benwick, who was
my first lieutenant on the Laconia.

He was devoted
to Harville's sister...

and was set to marry her
on our return.

But Phoebe died
while we were still at sea.

I believe this is it.

Harville!

Damn my eyes,
it does me good to see you!

Any friends of yours
are welcome in my house.

Charles, may I introduce...

Ahem. Forgive me. Ladies.

May I introduce Captain Harville,
Mrs. Harville and Captain Benwick.

- Good day.
- How do you do?

I'm very pleased to meet you all.
You've certainly cheered us up.

Treat our home
as if it were your own.

Stay to supper.
Have we food?

Do you remember
what we ate in Menorca?

- Octopus!
- Octopus?

I do admire the Navy.

These sailors have more worth
than any other set of men in England.

And what do you find to occupy yourself
with in Lyme, Captain Benwick?

- I read.
- Well!

- And what do you read, Captain Benwick?
- Poetry.

We are living through
a great age for poetry, I think.

You read it too, Miss Elliot?

Tell me, do you prefer "Marmion"
or "The Lady of the Lake"?

"Like the dew on the mountain,
like the foam on the river..."

"Like the bubble on the fountain,
thou art gone...

and forever."

"Fare thee well!
Thus disunited...

Torn from every nearer tie,
Seared in heart...

And lone and blighted...

More than this
I scarce can die."

I do not know that one.

Byron.

You ought, perhaps...

to include a larger
allowance of prose...

in your daily study.

Too much poetry may be unsafe.

Thank you for your kindness...

but you cannot know
the depth of my despair.

Phoebe would have married me
before I went to sea...

but I told her...

I told her
we should wait for money.

Money!

Come now, Captain Benwick.

Come now.
You will rally again.

You must.

You have no conception
of what I have lost.

Yes, I have.

- Good morning, Anne.
- Good morning.

We were just on our way
back for breakfast.

We shall join you.

Oh! Madam, I do apologize.

It is nothing, sir.

Look. Kippers for breakfast.

Fetch me a piece of dry toast
and some jam.

Whose carriage is that, landlord?
It looks pretty fine.

A gentleman of means, sir.

He come in last night
from Sidmouth, on his way to Bath.

- A Mr. Elliot.
- Mr. Elliot?

It's the man
we passed on the beach.

Bless me.
It must be our cousin.

- Did he say if he belongs to Kellynch?
- No, ma'am.

Though he do say his master
will be a baronet one day.

There. It's him.
Mr. Elliot.

The heir to Kellynch Hall.

Do you think he had the Elliot
countenance? I hardly noticed.

But I think he had something
of the Elliot countenance.

Do not you, Anne?

How very extraordinary.

What a pity we'd no chance
to introduce ourselves.

Mary, Father and Mr. Elliot have not
been on speaking terms for many years.

They would neither of them
wish us to introduce ourselves.

Quite lucky, then,
you didn't bump into him.

Where's my toast?

I have enjoyed our debates.

I too.

I wonder if I might...

- That is...
- Yes?

Let's go down these stairs.

Oh, I don't like it.

- Catch me.
- Louisa, be careful.

There.

It's too high, Louisa.
Louisa, it's too high.

- Don't be foolish!
- I am determined, Captain.

Do not be so foolish!

She is dead!

- Oh, Mary...
- No, she breathes!

- What shall I do?
- Rub her temples!

Oh, God.
Her father and her mother!

Fetch a surgeon.

- No! Benwick will know where to go!
- Yes, of course.

- Carry her to the Harvilles.
- Yes!

Gently!

A message should be sent
to Uppercross directly...

and Henrietta should be
taken home to her mother.

Either you or I must go, Charles.

I cannot leave my sister.

Lay her in my bed.

Well, I think it should be Anne.
No one's so capable as Anne.

You will stay, won't you?

Stay and nurse her.

Why should I go away
instead of Anne?

Anne is nothing to Louisa.
I am family.

- Really, it is too unkind.
- Please, Mary.

Let Anne take Henrietta.

If only I... If only...

Yes.

I regret that...

Damned foolish.

Damned foolish. Get up!

Oh, my God!

Go to the stables...

And prepare the shed.

You, you saddle the mare.

And, Thomas... Thomas!

Thomas, come and take this collar.

Barnaby!

Mama!

She'll live.

Mama.

Mama, she's conscious!

Mama, she'll live!

It always rains in Bath.

I'm pleased to have you
here with us, Anne.

Thank you, Father.

You'll make a fourth at dinner.
That must be deemed an advantage.

I have frequently observed
that one handsome face...

will be followed by 30,
or five and 30, frights.

Once when I was standing
in a shop in Bond Street...

I counted 87 women go by,
one after the other...

without there being
a tolerable face among them.

But then,
it was a frosty morning...

which scarcely one woman in a thousand
can stand the test of.

And as for the men,
they're infinitely worse.

- The streets are full of scarecrows.
- Mr. Elliot is hardly a scarecrow.

Mr. Elliot is not ill-looking at all.

Mr. Elliot? Our cousin?

Mr. Elliot has been most attentive
during our time in Bath.

He's come to call almost every day.
He has a most engaging friend...

Colonel Wallis.

- But I thought...
- We may see him this afternoon.

Then you shall perceive
what a gentleman he is.

And such fine manners.

I saw him, in fact, in Lyme.

- Saw whom?
- Mr. Elliot.

We met by chance at Lyme.

- Perhaps it was Mr. Elliot.
- It was.

Well, I don't know!
It might have been!

Perhaps.

What's the news, Sir Walter?

A concert in the assembly room...

to be given in Italian.

A display of fireworks.

But here is news indeed!

- Most vital news.
- Father?

"The Dowager Lady Dalrymple...

and the honorable Miss Carteret
are arrived in Laura Place."

- Our cousins.
- Will they receive us?

- They would not snub us, surely.
- If it please God, let them not snub us.

Mr. Elliot.

Sir Walter. Ladies.

- I happened to be passing by.
- Come in. Come in.

You do not know, I think, Mr. Elliot,
my younger daughter Anne.

We have had a glimpse
of each other, Sir Walter.

On the seashore down at Lyme.

I heard of the terrible accident
there after I left.

- Is the young lady...
- She's making a good recovery.

Thank you, Mr. Elliot.
But slowly.

Good. I'm glad.

It must have been deeply distressing.

Yes.

Which young lady, pray?

One of the Musgroves. Louisa.

The farmer's daughter.

Mr. Elliot, a guest at Camden Place?

Mr. Elliot, a guest at Camden Place?

He paid his respects after lunch,
you know...

and was received
with great cordiality.

But he and your father
have not exchanged one word...

since his
most inappropriate marriage.

He is now a widower, and shows
a strong desire for a reconciliation.

He holds my father, he says,
in high esteem.

That's perfectly natural,
now he is older.

Mr. Elliot should begin
to appreciate the value of...

blood connection.

- Good morning, Lady Russell.
- Good morning.

Has he manners?

Very good manners...

and correct opinions
and wide knowledge of the world.

This is all most agreeable.

The heir presumptive, reformed...

and on good terms
with the head of his family.

Most agreeable.

I suspect Mr. Elliot also wishes to be
on good terms with my sister Elizabeth.

Elizabeth?

Elizabeth is many hours
at her dressing table...

when Mr. Elliot is expected.

What?

Lady Willoughby, Sir Henry,
good morning.

Did you attend
the philosophical society?

- Why, yes.
- Was the resolution carried?

It was.
The atheists were routed.

Thoroughly routed.

- Did dear Sir Williams speak?
- He did.

- I am pleased to see you!
- Miss Anne.

We are here to improve
the admiral's health.

- Why, Admiral, what is the problem?
- Dry land, my dear, dry land.

It appears it does not agree
with me legs.

Come and take some of this water.

Now that she is settled here,
I cannot suppose myself wanted.

Perhaps I ought to go.

There is no need to do that.
She is nothing to me, compared to you.

My dear madam, as yet,
you have seen nothing of Bath.

You must not run away from us now.

Good morning.

We wait this morning
upon our cousins, Anne...

the Dowager Lady Dalrymple
and the Honorable Miss Carteret.

- You'll accompany us, I hope.
- If you wish.

A viscountess!
She is a viscountess!

And family.

Family connections
are always worth preserving.

We shall call and be presented.

Your looks are greatly improved, Anne.

You are less thin in your person
and in your cheeks.

Your complexion is fresher.
What are you using?

- Gowland's lotion?
- No. Nothing.

I recommend the constant use
of Gowland's during the spring months.

Mrs. Clay is using it,
and you see what it's done for her.

It has carried away her freckles.

Sir Walter Elliot,
late of Kellynch Hall.

Lady Russell.

Miss Elizabeth Elliot.

Miss Anne Elliot.

Mrs. Clay.

And Mrs. Clay.

My father declared it
a notable success.

But I can discern
no superiority of manner...

accomplishment or understanding
in the Dalrymples...

and that is all there is to it.

Good company is always worth seeking.

They may be nothing, but they
will collect good company around them.

My idea of good company, Mr. Elliot...

is the fellowship of
clever, well-informed people...

who have a great deal of conversation
and a liberality of ideas.

- That is what I call good company.
- That is not good company.

That is the best.

Good company requires
only birth, education and manners.

And with regard to education,
it is not very particular.

My dear cousin, the Dalrymples
will move in the first set in Bath.

As rank is rank, your being related
will be highly advantageous.

I perceive your value for rank
and connection to be greater than mine.

Not at all.
You're too proud to admit it.

- Am I?
- Yes.

- I think we are very alike.
- Are we?

In what respect?

In one respect, I am certain.

We both feel
that every opportunity...

for your father to mix
in the best society may be of use...

in diverting his attentions
from those who are beneath him.

Never mind, Sir Walter.

You presume to know me
very well, Mr. Elliot.

In my heart, I know you...

intimately.

Westgate Buildings?

And who is this invalid you visit
in Westgate Buildings?

A Mrs. Smith.

- A widow.
- And what is her attraction?

That she's old and sickly.
Upon my word, Miss Anne Elliot...

you have the most
extraordinary taste.

Everything that revolts other people
is inviting to you.

She is a former
school fellow of mine...

and I am engaged to spend
this afternoon with her.

Lady Dalrymple's invitation
is most pressing.

Could you not put off
this old person till tomorrow?

It is the only afternoon for some time,
which will at once suit her and myself.

So you would snub Lady Dalrymple...

for a Mrs. Smith
lodging in Westgate Buildings?

And you would prefer
an everyday Mrs. Smith...

to your own family connections among
the nobility of England and Ireland?

Mrs. Smith! Such a name!

Once and for all, will you
or will you not accompany us...

to a tea party at our cousins,
the Dalrymples?

No, sir, I will not.

I have a prior engagement
with Mrs. Smith...

who is not the only widow in Bath
with little to live on...

and no surname of dignity.

Do you not suffer from melancholy?

How could I be melancholy
when you are come to visit?

Can you walk at all?

No, but I will not allow sickness
to ruin my spirits.

Did your husband
leave you any money?

Very little.

His affairs had utterly collapsed,
and it is all spent on Nurse Rooke...

who, besides carrying me
into the hot bath...

brings me my one source
of consolation:

delicious gossip
from the world outside.

So you are a spy, Nurse Rooke?

I keep my ears open, that's all.

What have you heard
of my friend here?

I know her cousin Mr. Elliot
thinks...

terribly highly of her.

How on Earth did you know that?

I attend on Colonel Wallis's wife,
who's, uh...

indisposed with a baby.

And she says
that Colonel Wallis says...

that Mr. Elliot says...

That's enough!

You see, Anne,
there are no secrets in Bath.

You remember
my brother-in-law Frederick?

Yes.

We thought he was to marry
Louisa Musgrove.

- Good day, Admiral.
- How d'you do?

- He courted her week after week.
- Yes.

The only wonder was,
what were they waiting for?

Till the business
at Lyme happened...

when, of course, it was clear
that they must wait...

till her brain was set to right.

Now the matter has taken
the strangest turn of all.

Frederick has removed to Shropshire.

- Good morning, Admiral.
- How d'you do?

And the young lady,
instead of being to marry him...

is to marry James Benwick.

Well, you know James Benwick.

I am a little acquainted
with Captain Benwick, yes.

Well, she is to marry him.

I confess, I am amazed.

Certainly.
It's unforeseen, but it's true.

We have it in a letter
from Frederick himself.

But their minds are so dissimilar.

Yes, but they were thrown together
several weeks...

and Louisa...

just recovering from illness,
would have been in an interesting state.

No doubt Louisa will learn to be
an enthusiast for Scott and Byron.

Aye. That's learned already.

Of course.

Of course.
They fell in love over poetry.

So, Frederick is
unshackled and free.

And is he bitter?

Not at all. Not at all.

The letter is sanguine.

There is barely an oath in it
from beginning to end.

You would not think,
from his way of writing...

that he'd ever thought
about this young...

- What's her name?
- Louisa.

Yeah, Louisa for himself at all.

So, poor Frederick...

will have to begin all over again...

with somebody else.

Oh, that's better.

Oh, this rain.

I'm sure Mr. Elliot
will return in a moment.

I believe that Molland's marzipan
is as fine as any in Bath.

Do not you, Penelope?

Yes, it is.

It is quite as good.

I found Lady Dalrymple's carriage.

She will be pleased to convey you home.
She has, alas, room only for two.

It is no trouble to me to walk.

Nonsense. You have a cold.
I can walk.

Really, I am content.

You might show me that parasol
that you mentioned.

You'll ruin your shoes!

Anne has thick boots on.

Mr. Elliot, would you be so kind?

I should be delighted
to escort Miss Anne.

Then that's settled.

Please tell the coachman
that we're ready.

Are you unwell?

I'll just get some water.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, please.

Good morning, Captain Wentworth.

Miss Elliot.

So, you are come to Bath?

Well, yes, I am.

And how do you like it?

Bath?

Well, I've yet to see it.

Of course.

Your family?

- Yes?
- Are they in health?

They are.
They are, thank you.

And you. Are you in health?

I'm very well, indeed.
Thank you, Captain.

Lady Dalrymple's carriage
for the Miss Elliots!

Well, that's us.

- You're not going too?
- There is no room. I shall walk.

- But it's raining.
- Oh, very little.

Nothing that I regard.
I like to walk.

Though I only got here yesterday,
I'm already armed for Bath.

Please, take it.

Oh, thank you.

I am so sorry
to have kept you waiting.

Shall we set off?
The rain has eased.

Good morning, Captain.

How do you do, Captain?

Well. Thank you, Miss Elliot.

You have come for the concert?

No, I have come for a lecture on
navigation. Am I in the wrong place?

I've hardly seen you
since that wretched day at Lyme.

I'm afraid you must have suffered
somewhat from the shock...

the more so from it
not overpowering you at the time.

I do not think I was in danger from
suffering from not being overpowered.

Thank you, Captain.

When you had the presence of mind
to send Captain Benwick for a surgeon...

I'll bet you had little idea
of the consequences.

No, I had none.

But I hope it will be
a very happy match.

Indeed. I, too, wish them luck.

They have no difficulties
to contend with at home:

no opposition,
no caprice, no delays.

And yet...

Louisa Musgrove is a very amiable,
sweet-tempered girl...

and not unintelligent, but...

Benwick, he's something more.

He's a clever man, a reading man.

And I do view...

suddenly attaching himself
to her like that...

a man in his situation:

with a broken heart...

Phoebe Harville was a wonderful woman,
and he was devoted to her.

And a man does not recover...

from such a devotion
to such a woman.

He ought not.
He does not.

Did you stay long at Lyme?

A fortnight.

Till we were assured
of Louisa's recovery.

The country round about
is very fine.

I walked and rode a great deal.

- I should like to see it again.
- Would you? I would have thought...

I mean, the distress.
Too painful.

But when the pain is over...

I have traveled so little.
Every fresh place is of interest to me.

One day, I should
very much like to see it again.

It was my doing.
Solely mine.

Louisa would not have been obstinate,
if I had not been weak.

- Lady Dalrymple.
- I have never...

May I have the pleasure?

And after they have done this,
their two hearts will...

combine in eternal union.

That is the literal meaning
of the word.

To give the sense, I think,
would not be proper.

And besides,
I am a poor Italianate scholar.

Yes, I see you are.

You have only enough of the language
to translate it at sight...

into clear, comprehensible English.

You need not say anything more of
your ignorance. Here is complete proof.

Well, I should hate to be examined
by a real proficient.

You are too modest.

The world is not aware
of half of your accomplishments.

This is too much flattery.

I do not think
I could ever flatter you enough.

- He's a very well-looking man.
- A very fine young man, indeed.

More air than one often sees in Bath.
Irish, I daresay.

Captain Wentworth of the Navy.
A bowing acquaintance.

His sister is married to
a tenant of mine in Somersetshire.

Do you take my meaning, Anne?

Or must I translate for you?

Please excuse me a moment.

Oh, Captain.
Are you leaving already?

Yes.

- But the music is good, is it not?
- I neither know nor care.

- But will you not...
- What?

- This is too sudden.
- Is it?

- But what is the matter with you?
- Nothing. Nothing at all.

Miss Elliot, you must come back
to explain the Italian again.

Miss Carteret is anxious to know
what she is to hear.

- Good night.
- The next song is very beautiful.

It's a very beautiful love song.

- Is that not worth your staying for?
- There's nothing worth my staying for.

It is beginning.

- Morning.
- Good morning, sir.

Thank you. Good morning.
Oh, I say.

Charles, isn't it delightful?

Mary, dear, where are you staying?

We were at the White Hart
with Mrs. Musgrove and Henrietta...

and Captain Harville.

- You remember him, Anne, from Lyme?
- Of course.

- Come and see upstairs.
- Oh, yes!

And what brings
old Mrs. Musgrove to Bath?

She's come to buy wedding clothes
for Henrietta and Louisa.

It is so exciting, it makes me
feel giddy. A double wedding!

What do you think
for Louisa's hair, Anne?

This one or this one?

Louisa is become so severe, Mama...

I wonder she will want a ribbon
in her hair at all.

Give her a book of verse
to hold instead.

Look who I found, Mama.

- Captain Wentworth.
- Good morning, Captain Wentworth.

I've done something that you'll like:
I've been to the theater...

and I've secured a box
for tomorrow night.

Charles! Anne,
you will accompany us, I do hope.

I am obliged to you,
Mrs. Musgrove, but I cannot.

There is an evening party at Camden
Place to which you shall all be invited.

What's an evening party?

If it depended only on me, I assure you
I should prefer the theater...

but I have an obligation
to my family.

Then we shall go another time
when you are free to join us.

- Thank you.
- Captain Harville, sit with me.

I am desperately in need
of a fresh opinion.

Perhaps you have not been
in Bath long enough...

to learn to enjoy
these parties they give.

They mean nothing to me.

Those who hold them believe the theater
to be beneath their dignity.

But I am no card player.

No, you never were, were you?

There is Mrs. Clay standing under
the colonnade, and a gentleman with her.

Bless my soul, it's Mr. Elliot.

It cannot be Mr. Elliot.

He has gone out of Bath for two days
to stay with his friends in Combe Park.

Upon my word, I think I may be supposed
to know my own cousin. Come look.

Is it not Mr. Elliot?

But you must see
the aptness of the match.

You would step into your dear mother's
shoes as mistress of Kellynch.

Anybody capable of thought
must approve it.

He is very charming,
but my instinct tells me...

This is no time for instinct.

Look at the facts. The present
Mr. Elliot is the most eligible...

But what of the past Mr. Elliot?

Why has his character
altered so completely?

- Why do I feel I know him so little?
- You do not know him.

He is charming.
He is clever.

But I have never seen
any burst of feeling...

any warmth of fury or delight.

- You will come to know him.
- That is not what I want.

There is gentleman of the Navy
wishes to meet privately with you...

concerning Kellynch Hall
in Somerset, he says.

It must be the admiral.
Please excuse me.

I have a commission from my admiral,
and I must discharge it...

though you may think me
impertinent.

But remember, I speak for him.

The admiral is aware that everything
is settled for a union...

between Mr. Elliot and yourself.

It has occurred to the admiral
that when you are married...

it might be your wish
to return to Kellynch Hall.

And I have been charged to tell you
that if this should be what you wish...

the admiral will cancel his lease
and that he and my sister...

will find themselves another place.

There. I've done my duty.

Do you wish it? All you have to do
is give me a yes or a no...

and we are both released.

The admiral is too kind.

Just say it: yes or no.

- Why is everyone assuming that...
- Captain Wentworth.

Lady Russell.

You have an extraordinary ability
to discompose my friend, sir.

You have an extraordinary ability
to influence her, ma'am...

for which I find it hard
to forgive you.

Bless you, ma'am. Bless you.

Thank you very much.

Why does the town suffer this dreadful
misapprehension that I shall marry him?

- Oh, I mean, shan't you?
- No!

I have to say,
I'm relieved to hear it.

- Why?
- Because...

Did you never wonder why a man,
who had held the honor of your family...

as cheap as dirt...

who showed not the slightest interest
in the Kellynch estate...

should suddenly show such interest?

- What do you know?
- I was at Colonel Wallis's yesterday...

and I chanced to hear him
complain to his wife...

that Mr. Elliot required
another loan.

- But he is rich.
- He was rich. He has lost it.

His style of life is a sham.
He lives on borrowed money.

Are you saying he pays his attentions
to me because he wants...

The title.
He wants the land.

He heard of your sister's friend
Mrs. Clay...

Who is hoping to become
the next Lady Elliot...

And, who knows,
to provide Sir Walter with a son!

- An heir.
- So, if he marries you...

he gains some footing in the family and
exerts his influence on your father...

And keeps his inheritance.

But why did you say nothing
of this before?

- We have only just learnt it.
- How despicable.

Good morning, Mrs. Musgrove.
Good morning, Mrs. Croft.

They are all gone shopping...

but Henrietta has given me instructions
to keep you here till they return.

- Please come and sit with us.
- Thank you.

So, ma'am, all things considered...

as Henry Hayter was wild about it...

and my daughter pretty near as bad...

we thought, let them marry at once
and make the best of it.

At any rate, said I to Papa, it will be
better than a long engagement.

It's so abominate for young people,
a long engagement.

- Do you know who this is?
- That's Captain Benwick.

Yes.

But it was not done
for Louisa Musgrove.

This was drawn at the cape
for my poor sister.

And now I have the charge
of getting it set for another.

It's too much for me, I confess,
so he undertakes it.

He's writing instructions
to the frame makers now.

Poor Phoebe.

She would not have
forgotten him so soon.

It was not in her nature.

It would not be in the nature
of any woman who truly loved.

Do you claim that for your sex?

We do not forget you
as soon as you forget us.

We cannot help ourselves.

We live at home...

quiet, confined...

and our feelings prey upon us.

You always have business of some sort
to take you back into the world.

I won't allow it to be
any more man's nature than woman's...

to be inconstant...

or to forget those they love
or have loved.

I believe the reverse.

I believe in...

Have you finished your letter?

Not quite. A few lines yet.

Let me just observe
that all histories are against you...

all stories... prose and verse.

I don't think I ever opened
a book in my life...

which did not have something to say
on women's fickleness.

But they were all written by men.

I suppose so.

If I could only make you understand
what a man suffers...

when he takes a last look
at his wife and children...

and watches the boat
that he has sent them off in...

as long as it's in sight...
and then turns away and says...

"God knows whether
we'll ever meet again.''

If I could only show you
the glow of his soul...

when he does see them once more.

When, coming back
after a 12-month perhaps...

and obliged to put
into another port...

he calculates how soon
he can get them there...

pretending to deceive himself
and saying...

"They cannot be here
till such a day."

But all the while
hoping for them 12 hours sooner...

and seeing them arrive at last...

as if Heaven had given them wings.

I believe you capable
of everything great and good...

so long as...

if I may...

So long as the woman you love lives...

and lives for you.

All the privilege
I claim for my own sex...

and it is not a very enviable one,
you need not covet it...

is that of loving longest
when all hope is gone.

Here, Frederick, you and I
must part company, I believe.

One moment, Sophy.

We shall have the pleasure of meeting
again this evening at your party.

- Harville.
- Thank you so much.

- If you are ready, I'm at your service.
- Good morning, Miss Elliot.

Now where on Earth have Henrietta
and Mary got themselves to?

Forgive me, Mrs. Musgrove.
I left my umbrella.

- Ma'am.
- Good day, Captain Wentworth.

"I can listen no longer in silence.

I must speak to you by such means
as are within my reach.

You pierce my soul.

I am half agony, half hope.

Tell me not that I am too late...

that such precious feelings
are gone forever.

I offer myself to you again
with a heart even more your own...

than when you almost broke it
eight years and a half ago.

Dare not say that man forgets
sooner than woman...

that his love has an earlier death.

I have loved none but you.

Unjust I may have been.
Weak and resentful I have been...

but never inconstant.

You alone have brought me to Bath.

For you alone, I think and plan.

Have you not seen this? Can you fail
to have understood my wishes?

I had not waited even these ten days,
could I have read your feelings.

I must go, uncertain of my fate...

but I shall return, or follow
your party as soon as possible.

A word, a look will be enough...

to decide whether I enter your father's
house this evening or never."

Been waiting for you.

- Charles liked it.
- Did he?

Anne, is something the matter?

Look at you!

I feel a little faint,
Mrs. Musgrove.

I will go home, if I may.

By all means, my dear.
Go home directly...

and take care of yourself
so you may be fit for this evening.

- Yes.
- Charles, go and call a chair.

No, no, no!
I assure you, Mrs. Musgrove, I...

I am well able to walk.

- Good morning.
- See you this evening, Anne.

I want you to assure Captain Wentworth
and Captain Harville...

that we hope
to see them both tonight.

- I'm sure it was understood.
- No, I do not think it was understood.

They must come. Do you hear?
You will see them again this morning.

- Promise me you will mention it.
- You may mention it yourself.

- Frederick, which way are you going?
- I hardly know.

Are you going near Camden Place?
Because if you are...

I shall have no scruple in asking you
to take Anne to her father's door.

She's rather done for this morning,
and I am eager to be at the gunsmith's.

He promised me the sight of
a capital gun he's about to send off...

a good deal like that double-barrel
of mine which you once shot with.

- I shall have time to take her.
- I thank you.

I tried to forget you.

I thought I had.

When Captain Wentworth arrives,
you must not monopolize him.

It's a very bad habit of yours.

Aye, Bonaparte has got off Elba
and raised an army in France.

It seems there's to be another war.

So you will be leaving us again,
Admiral Croft?

When you make a decision, Anne,
you must stick with it.

There's no going back.

At your age,
I found out what I wanted...

and I decided to marry.

And I am married...

till I die.

I hope one day
to see you do the same.

I hope so too.

Miss Elliot, may we speak a moment?

Have you thought any further
about my offer?

What offer was that, Mr. Elliot?

My offer to flatter and adore you
all the days of your life.

I haven't really had a moment
to turn my mind to it.

Captain Wentworth
and Captain Harville.

Captain Wentworth, come in.

What will you play? Whist?

I have come on business, Sir Walter.

Business?

My proposal of marriage
to your daughter Anne...

has been accepted...

and I respectfully
request permission...

to fix a date.

You want to marry Anne?

Whatever for?