All language subtitles for Emma.(2009).S01E04.HDTV.XviD-FoV En

What a beautiful day
for picking strawberries.

I cannot remember how long it
is since we last came to Donwell.

I remember. It was exactly...

18 months ago.

Knightley likes being in other
people's houses and we do not.

I have done my best to
prepare for your visit.

So the day may not be as
unpleasant as you expect.

You have prepared everything
so well for our day.

You know how Father loves
looking through your collections.

I'd like to get there before
the strawberries are picked.

These are a very good crop...

and it's just the moment to pick them.

Yes, these are the
finest beds I've seen.

All the best varieties
are here, I think...

Are you well, Miss Fairfax?

They are extremely scarce.

Miss Fairfax. There you are!

I've been waiting for you.

Jane, I have found you
a position as a governess

with the Smallridges of Bath.

I know that you think...

I am being over anxious
about your travel plans.

I hadn't noticed, Father.

Life is full of catastrophes

that come at any time.

It seems perverse to invite...

I understand, Father.

I can hardly bear that
your sister lives...

a few hours away.

I'm a foolish man, aren't I?

Isabella and I have always
counted ourselves lucky,

unlike Frank Churchill
and Jane Fairfax...

..that we were not sent away after...

We stayed in our own
home with our own people.

I love Mr. Weston, especially now,

but I am glad he is not my father.

You cannot know what it is to fear

until you have a child.

I would not trade a million
exciting expeditions for that love.

And besides,

who else would let me be mistress
of the house at Hartfield?

So, are you still going on your
ill-advised trip to Box Hill?

And what is more,

I give you notice...

I fully intend to come back.

Miss Fairfax!

Miss Fairfax!

Miss Woodhouse!

Would you be so kind,

when it is noticed I am not here,

could you say I have gone home?

O-O-Of course, but surely you are
not going to walk to Highbury alone?

I am used to walking
alone, Miss Woodhouse.

But it is too far to walk alone.

Let me call the carriage.

I would rather walk!

I will soon be taking care of
children. I cannot be afraid.

But that is no reason to
put yourself in danger now.

It is very hot, you are fatigued.

- I will call the carriage.
- I am fatigued.

But it is not the usual kind.

Miss Woodhouse...

we all know what it is
to be weary in spirit.

I have felt exhausted for so long.

The greatest kindness you could
do me would be to let me go

and only say I have left
when it is necessary.

Goodbye, Miss Woodhouse.

I was thinking how at home you looked.

You might be mistress of this house.

I don't think so.

Hartfield is enough for me.

Think how much you would have to scold
me if I was mistress of two domains!

Where is Jane going?

I do not think she should
be walking in this heat.

I did try to stop her. I
offered her our carriage.

- Surely...?
- I did!

I could not have been more
concerned for her safety

than if I were mistress of Donwell.

She would be alone.

And who can blame her?

She can have not a moment's peace
or calm in Miss Bates's cottage.

How her ears must ring!

She has to concentrate with
that endless tittle-tattle,

lending half an ear...

She would not be stopped.

She is more than halfway home by now.

Nothing kills me like this heat!

Mrs. Weston has been blaming your horse

for depositing you in the middle of a field

somewhere, but here you are,
safe and sound.

How pleasant to be absent, but
in the thoughts of everyone.

I will go and tell her the good news...

though you did not have to come.

Then I should not have come.

My aunt was ill, so it
was late when I set off

and had to travel in this dreadful
weather. Had I known, I wouldn't have left.

God! I can bear any degree
of cold, but this is just...

Mr. Knightley was right,

you did not need to
put yourself out for us.

You will feel cooler if you sit down.

As soon as I am cooler,
I'll go straight back.

It's madness in this heat! I
arrive just as everyone's leaving.

I saw...

I saw Jane Fairfax walking home on the
way here. Madness in this weather! Insane!

Why don't you go inside
and drink something?

O-O-Or maybe some food?

Food?! I don't want food. I'm not
remotely hungry. It's far too hot.

Maybe I'll try some beer...

..if it's not been kept in the warm.

I didn't know Knightley had
such a distinguished collection.

It's all very well,
but wouldn't want to...

As soon as my aunt gets
well, I'm going abroad.

I will not rest until I've
seen some of those places.

I will write poems or sketch
from the top of those mountains.

You will never go to Switzerland.

Your aunt and uncle will not let you.

Well, maybe they can
be persuaded to go, too.

A warm climate and fresh air
may be prescribed for my aunt.

I'm serious. I ought to
travel. I want a change.

Don't give me that knowing look.

I'm sick of England. I'd
leave tomorrow if I could.

Sick of being rich and prosperous?

Sick of indulgence?

You must invent a few hardships for
yourself and persuade yourself to stay.

Me, prosperous?! Indulged?!
You are quite mistaken!

I do not consider myself
a fortunate person.

I am thwarted in everything I want!

Yet you are not so miserable
as when you first arrived.

You should eat some more. Have
another slice of cold meat,

another glass of beer, and you might
end up as merry as the rest of us.

No, you are, of course, my
best cure. I shall not stir.

I shall sit by you.

We are still going on
our trip to Box Hill.

You should come with us. It's not
Switzerland but it will be a start.

You should come.

It will be a good change for
a young man in need of it.

Harriet will be there.

Oh, if Harriet is coming and
you wish me to join the party,

I will.

Well, I certainly shall not be there

and I doubt if anyone will
be enjoying themselves.

Maybe Mr. Knightley has found
us a place in the shade.

It will probably be just
as warm in the shade.

I thought you intended
to enjoy yourself.

I did. I do.

Thank you.

Come. Let's see if we
can find the others.

Oh, dear! This heat is unbearable.

Ah, there you are.

They're a miserable bunch, aren't they?

They look as though they would
rather have stayed at home.

Well, I am glad I came. I intend
to enjoy the rest of my day.

Yes, right to the top...

No-one seems really in the mood to
share their lunch with the flies.

I blame you entirely.

You know that I had no
choice! You commanded me!

I cannot resist you, from
the very first day I met you!

Your gallantry, sir, is
unanswerable! But, erm...

no-one else is speaking.

We shouldn't be talking such nonsense
in front of seven silent people!

I am silent for I never
want to give offence.

Well, I'm not ashamed to repeat myself.

From the very first moment I
saw Miss Woodhouse in February,

let everyone on Box Hill hear
me, I found her irresistible!

Let me be heard from
Mickleham to Dorking!

Our companions are excessively stupid.

Shhh! Your dear wife was
sensible to remain at home.

Although I think some of us might
benefit if our governesses were here.

What shall we do to provoke them?

Any nonsense will do.

They shall be made to talk.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am ordered...

by Miss Woodhouse, who, wherever she is,

presides over all ceremonies

that she desires to know
what you are all thinking of?

Well, I was thinking... Well,
I AM thinking of how hot it is,

how we will keep the flies off our
pastries, how mother will be doing at home,

how pretty Jane looks,

what extraordinary shapes the clouds
make one minute and another the next.

I am sure that I always keep
what I am thinking to myself.

I am the soul of discretion...

while some demand that
others be indiscreet.

Is Miss Woodhouse sure she would like
to know what we are all thinking of?

Oh, no, please! Tell me anything but
the truth of what you all are thinking!

Ah, well now! I am
ordered by Miss Woodhouse

that she waives her right of knowing

what you might all be thinking of

and only requires something very
entertaining from each of you.

Now she requires either one thing
very clever, be it prose or verse,

two things moderately clever, or

three things very dull indeed.

Oh, and she promises she will
laugh heartily at all of them.

Well, then I shall do very well
at your game, Miss Woodhouse.

Three things very dull indeed.

That will be tailor-made for me.

I can be relied upon to say three
dull things as soon as I open my mouth.

Oh, but there is a difficulty. You will be
limited as to number, only three at once!

Yes, yes. I see what she means.

I will... I will try and hold my tongue.

I must be very disagreeable today.

I like this game.

I will give you a conundrum.

Oh, yes, a conundrum! Let's hear it!

It isn't very clever. Here it is.

What two letters of the
alphabet express perfection?

Two letters?

Well, I'm sure I don't know.

Well, I will tell you.

M and A. Em-ah.

Now you understand?

Now we see the kind of
clever thing required,

but he has spoilt it
for all the rest of us.

Perfection has clearly come too soon.

Miss Woodhouse must excuse me,

excuse Mr. E and Knightley...

Jane.

We have nothing clever
to say, not one of us.

Oh, yes, you must excuse me.

I have nothing to say that could
possibly entertain Miss Woodhouse.

Shall we walk, Augusta?

Come, Jane.

Happy couple! How well
they suit each other!

They were lucky to find each other.

To think they only had a few weeks'
acquaintance in a public place!

How can you learn a person's disposition
if you meet them by chance in Bath?

It is only by seeing
women in their own homes,

amongst their own set,

just as they always are,

that you can really
form a proper judgement.

Very prudent words.

How many a man has committed
himself on short acquaintance

and regretted it for
the rest of his life?

Maybe...

Sorry, you were saying?

Maybe some do, attach
themselves hastily.

There is time to recover, surely?

A lifetime, if one has the will.

I mean, it is...

only weak characters who are
determined they will be unhappy forever.

I think I, er...I should have gone
with the Eltons to, erm, explore.

When I come to marry, someone else
will have to choose my wife for me.

Will, erm, will you
choose a wife for me?

I know I'll like anyone you choose.

I'm in no hurry. Find one for
me. Adopt her. Educate her.

- And make her like myself?
- By all means, if you can.

Very well. I undertake your commission.
You shall have a very charming wife.

She must be very lively and have eyes
that are just the same shade as yours.

I'll go abroad for a couple of years

and when I return, I shall
come to claim my wife, remember.

Come, Aunt, let me help you.

Thank you, my dear. Yes,
er, what a good idea.

What a capital idea!

Let's go and explore, Miss Smith.

I don't know how they
can walk in this heat.

I'm going to leave this country,
just as soon as I can book a ticket.

I would like to see the view again.

I intend to enjoy the rest of the day.

No, no! Stay with me.

- Emma!
- Have you seen Harriet?

I think it's time to leave. Mr.
Weston will be calling us back.

Emma! I must... I must speak with you.

I...

I cannot see you behaving
so without speaking my mind.

Badly done, Emma!

How could you be so
unfeeling towards Miss Bates?

I did not think it possible! A
woman of her age and situation...

I couldn't help it.

How could I? Nobody could have resisted.

It was not so very bad. I
dare say she didn't understand.

I assure you, she did!

She has talked of nothing else since.
I wish you could have heard her.

How patient you must have
been with her all these years

when you find her company so tiresome!

I'm sorry. Of course,

she is very good-hearted,
everybody knows,

but she is also, you must
admit, a little bit ridiculous!

Yes!

And were she prosperous,
were she a woman of fortune,

I would allow you some liberties.

Were she your equal. But she's not!

She is poor, Emma.

She once lived comfortably,

but now the longer she lives,
the poorer her situation will be.

She should attract your
compassion, not your contempt.

This was badly done, Emma!

Is that you, Emma?

How was the great adventure?

Was the view spectacular...

like the book shows?

Yes, yes, Father. Quite spectacular.

I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.

I suppose you will be wanting
to plan another trip soon?

Will you be planning another trip soon?

No...

No, I don't think so.

You can't have too much of a good thing.

You must tell her to go.

Quickly, I cannot bear to see her.

I will tell her you are not well
and hopefully she will leave soon.

Miss Woodhouse...

I am so very sorry to keep you waiting.

I did not know... That is, I
did not expect anyone so early.

Jane has said, er, she
could not bear to see anyone.

She is...ill...

again.

Oh, please!

I brought a basket of the picnic fare.

I do hope nothing has happened
to cause Miss Fairfax to relapse.

Oh, thank you for
asking! You are too kind.

She...

Jane has been up all
night writing letters.

She has accepted the situation
found by Mrs. Elton and

she has written to her
friends, the Campbells.

But I did not think Miss Fairfax
wished to accept the post so soon.

Nor did I!

Only yesterday she assured me she
would stay here the summer, but

by the evening, she had decided.

She is to look after Mrs.
Smallridge's three little girls,

and her salary...

You would not believe the salary
she is getting, a young woman!

If they are anything like
myself as a little girl,

then three of them will be
well worth the largest salary!

Oh, Miss Woodhouse, you are so kind!

But you are always...so kind.

I hope Miss Fairfax finds relief
and comfort in making her decision.

She cried all night as she wrote.

She said she was happy,
but I've never seen her...

cry with joy before.

Miss Bates...

you have friends in Highbury.

Myself, my father, Mr. Knightley...

we are all at your disposal.

We are all anxious

that you do not worry
about Miss Fairfax's future.

Is that you, Emma?

Ah, Emma dear.

Mr. Knightley is going
to London, by horse.

Most unexpected. I don't
know what will come of it.

I am on my way to London.

Do you have anything
you wish me to take?

No. No, nothing.

So, how was my old friend, hm?

Emma was up and about very
early to visit Miss Bates.

She was pleased with the pies.

There was so much food
taken to that picnic!

It would surely spoil!
Dreadful extravagance of meats!

I reminded Miss Bates that she
is to be our guest next Friday

for, er, supper and backgammon.

Won't you come, too?

I'm afraid I will still be away.

It is to be a substantial trip.

This is a sudden idea, isn't it?

It is a sudden decision,

but I have been thinking
about going away for a while.

I am glad Miss Bates liked the food.

Goodbye.

I don't know why everyone is
infected by this wanderlust,

even sensible Mr. Knightley.

You know, I believe
my father would worry.

I believe George is not well

- he is listless and snappish.
- What?

You are behaving
strangely, not yourself.

You did not want to dine
with the Cavendishes,

you did not wish to take the
boys to find frogs in the park.

Some might say hesitation was a

perfectly normal response
to both those invitations.

She says Mr. Knightley
is not in good humour.

That's very unlike him.

I told you he should not travel.

I think we should re-upholster
the chair where Mr. Knightley sits.

Oh, really? As you wish.

What's wrong with it?

I am so used to him sitting there...

I haven't really looked
at that chair in years.

I think it's time it
had some new covers.

"Emma is to refurbish
Mr. Knightley's chair.

"She has also made several attempts

"to visit Miss Fairfax

"but she is always too
ill to receive her.

"So, today, Emma sent our best arrowroot

"so Miss Fairfax may
benefit from its properties."

I sent the arrowroot with
the very best of intentions

but Miss Bates wrote and said that Jane

disliked it and was too
weak to even venture outside.

I am afraid that however hard I try

I will never become Jane's friend.

I am truly sorry.

Mrs. Churchill is dead!

Why should we care?

John!

Frank will be free!

Though, of course, we are all very
sad that Mrs. Churchill has died.

Mrs. Churchill has not been anyone's
favourite person for several years.

Suddenly she is dead and
we all have to be sorry!

I am so very happy at
this... dreadful news.

It is, of course, very sad, but
it is also extremely interesting.

You know the Westons have
always intended Emma...

People marry who they choose.

You should not encourage
idle matchmaking.

We may look to the future.

Frank may do as he chooses.

What is it?

Are you well? Is everything all right?

Oh, yes. Do not be alarmed, Emma.

I don't know how to tell you.

Isabella? Oh, the children?

Knightley? Oh, tell me quick, please!

Oh, no! Oh, dear Emma...

It's Frank.

Frank is engaged... to Jane Fairfax.

Jane...

Fairfax?!

You are not serious!

There has been a solemn engagement
between them since October,

since they were at Weymouth.

Well, I...

I think I might need a good...

half day to think about this.

Engaged?!

To her?! All winter, before either
of them came back to Highbury?

I thought I knew him.

This has hurt me deeply, Emma,

and his father.

We cannot excuse a certain
part of his conduct.

But why did he come
amongst us, already engaged,

and then pretend to
be so very unengaged?

It all had to be so
very secret, you see.

Mrs. Churchill would have
forbidden the liaison if she...

Apparently, there were times
when the secret nearly came out.

It was a mistake.

And he was on the verge of telling
you himself on one particular occasion.

In short,

perhaps, Miss Woodhouse,
as you know everything,

you could hardly be without suspicion.

- Oh, Emma...
- Do not distress yourself.

Do not trouble yourself on my part.

I did,

once,

imagine myself to be in love with him.

But I can honestly say
that for many months past,

I have not thought of him in that way.

But...

... I was not in love with him.

But how was he supposed to know that?

How could Jane bear it, waiting for him

and looking on while he gave
attentions to another woman?

No wonder she cannot
stand the sight of me!

So unlike what a man should be!

No truth, no principle, no integrity.

Badly done indeed!

And moreover,

what about Mrs. Smallridge?

He allowed Jane to contract herself
out as a governess without speaking up!

- Shame on him!
- Ah, now...

I must excuse him that, at least.

He did not know.

Jane agreed to take the position
because she could not wait any longer.

I am fatigued, but it
is not the usual kind.

And because they argued at Donwell.

I saw...

I saw Jane Fairfax walking
home on the way here.

Madness in this weather! Insane!

But as soon as he found out,

and with his aunt no longer opposed,

he threw himself on Jane's kindness

and put an end to the months of misery.

"Months of misery"!

Is that what we were?!

And here was I thinking we welcomed

him back to Highbury with
openness and friendship!

I...

I suppose we must...

wish them both very happy.

Where shall we go, hm? What shall we do?

For the first time in our lives,
we can do anything we want.

Let us try to be sensible,
give it some thought.

How about a dance?

Miss Woodhouse.

Have you heard the news?

Frank Churchill and Miss Fairfax!

Who would have thought it?

Well, you would have, Miss Woodhouse, but
they have fooled you along with the rest of us

you with your superior powers
for sniffing out a match!

Actually, I'm beginning to
doubt I ever had such a talent.

You cannot think

I would have encouraged you to
have feelings for Mr. Churchill

if I had the slightest suspicion that he
had the smallest regard for Jane Fairfax?

Me?! Why should you worry about me?

You cannot think that I
think about Frank Churchill!

Well, I'm delighted
you seem so indifferent,

but you must admit there was
a time not so very long ago

when you had me believe you
were a little interested.

Me?!

No, never.

Miss Woodhouse, you are mistaken.

But then who...?

I don't see how in the world
you could have misunderstood me!

But I know we agreed
never to name him...

We did!

... but considering he is
infinitely superior to everyone else,

who else do you think I mean?

Frank Churchill indeed!

I hope I have better taste than
to think of Frank Churchill!

I did think it was too
great a presumption almost

to dare even think of
him, but then you said,

here in this room,
this very spot, I think

well, you said...

More wonderful things have happened.

There have been many happy
and unequal marriages.

So I thought, if you gave me hope,

you who have known him all your life...

Harriet...

Oh, no, you cannot...

Harriet, am I right in thinking

that you are talking of Mr. Knightley?

To be sure.

W-W-We talked it over
here in this room.

I-I-I could swear that
you named Frank Churchill.

His great service to you...

he chased the gypsies away.

He practically carried you here!

I perfectly remember the occasion.

I said it was no surprise that
you should hold feelings for him,

how normal it was, and I particularly

remember you going into great detail about
your sensations when he came to your rescue!

I know what you're talking about!

I was thinking of
something quite different,

not the gypsies or Frank Churchill.

I was thinking of Mr. Knightley
coming and asking me to dance,

for that was what made me begin to feel

how superior he is to
every other being on earth.

Miss Woodhouse?

But...

I know that this is a surprise,

but even so...

And even though you must think
he is five million times above me,

but I really do hope

that, in your own words,

more wonderful things have happened.

If he doesn't mind,

then I am sure you are too generous
a friend to set yourself against us?

Us?!

Harriet...

... have you any idea of Mr. Knightley...

returning your affections?

Yes. I must say that I have.

Miss Smith has first-rate qualities.

I was surprised by our conversation.

Ever since the ball, he
has often taken me aside.

At strawberry picking,

he took such care to
explain crop rotation to me.

Are you sure he wasn't
talking of Robert Martin,

trying to remind you
of his good qualities?

No! Certainly not!

I hope I know better than to be
suspected of caring for Robert Martin!

I should never have
presumed it but for you...

Let us think of superior men.

There are plenty of more
suitable suitors around.

Mr. Knightley is the
last man in the world...

who would intentionally give any woman

the idea of his feeling more
for her than he really does.

Thank you so much, Miss Woodhouse!

I am so very happy!

You must go.

Yes, I am in too much of
a state to see your father.

How he would worry!

Please, I think you
should stop talking and go.

I need to think about this.

I wish to God I had never met her.

How stupid I am!

How blind I've been!

Harriet and Mr. Knightley?

I have been so busy

managing everyone else's heart,

I do not know my own.

For, if Mr. Knightley
is to marry anyone,

that someone should surely...

be me.

Too late.

Too late.

And it is all my own fault.

Oh, my goodness! It is not possible.

Frank Churchill and Jane
Fairfax are engaged to be married

and have been attached
for several months!

Jane was so very mortified,

so keen for forgiveness
we forgave her on the spot.

They are so very well matched.

Are you well, Emma?

Oh, yes.

I am always well.

There you are!

Oh, you are angry with me?

With you?

No.

Why would I be?

I thought you had a look
about you to scold me,

as you used to.

Thank you.

Time, Emma, will heal the wound.

Abominable scoundrel!

They will soon be gone to
Yorkshire. I feel sorry for her!

You are talking of Mr.
Churchill and Miss Fairfax?

I, er... I must put the record straight.

You are mistaken if you feel I
am in need of your compassion.

No. No, honestly.

I was blind to their...attachment,

and I blush when I think of some
of the things that I said and did.

But...

please believe me when I say that

I have no other reason to regret
I did not know their secret earlier.

I have to confess,

I was not quite sure

how far you were entangled.

However small your regard,
he did not deserve it.

He's a disgrace to the name of man.

I am ashamed of my conduct.

My vanity was flattered.

When he first came back I...

I thought I was attracted to him

but I have been examining
the workings of my heart

and I can, truly, say this.

He has taken advantage of me...

... but he has not injured me.

Frank Churchill is a fortunate man.

He finds an ideal mate,
his aunt is in the way,

his aunt dies.

He has used everybody badly,

yet they are all
desperate to forgive him.

You speak as though you envied him.

I do envy him,

Emma.

His secret is out at least.

You will not ask me my secret?

Yes, you are wise, but

but I cannot be,

so...

- I must tell you.
- No, please, don't tell me!

Take a little time to think
of what you are going to say.

For once said, it cannot be unsaid!

I will obey you.

Wait.

Wait!

Please, stop!

I am sorry.

We are old friends.

I will hear anything you want...

about anyone.

And I will tell you
exactly what I think,

as your friend.

I don't...

Friends indeed!

I do want you to be honest.

So,

tell me.

Have I no chance of succeeding?

My dearest Emma...

..for that is what you always have been,

and you always will be...

My most...

beloved Emma.

I cannot make speeches.

If I loved you less, I might
be able to talk about it more.

But you know what I am.

I have lectured you and...

scolded you...

and you have borne it as
no other woman would have.

Can this be true?

You'll get nothing
but the truth from me.

So tell me what you think.

I find...

I do not know what to think.

Maybe I have Frank
Churchill to thank for

making me first aware of
being in love with you.

I have a feeling that it

started the exact
moment he returned home.

I saw my life here in a different light.

Exposed to others

and, er, defenceless if
they chose to plunder it.

I knew after Box Hill.

I went to London,

so I could learn to be indifferent.

But I chose the wrong
place to try to forget you.

I was talking to Harriet.

Harriet?

I do not mind what we talk of. We
can talk of Harriet if you must.

After talking to Harriet on a...

..on a secret matter of her heart...

... I examined my own heart

and there you were.

Never, I fear...

... to be removed.

You know I love you and I always
will but we can never marry.

That's all!

Emma.

Emma.

Emma! Emma!

You must know?! I could never leave him!

Of course.

Your father. I too have
been giving it some thought.

He has spent the whole of my life
terrified that this would happen,

that I will be taken from Hartfield.

He could not bear it!
And I will not do it!

As I said, as I said,

I have been putting
my mind to a solution.

- There is no solution!
- Well, I have been thinking.

Now, my heart is here.

And what does it matter where I live,

if my heart is in the right place?

I will move to Hartfield,
for as long as necessary.

You would do that...

for me?

I might walk back and forth a couple
of times a day for my constitution.

But...

I would do far more,

without a second thought.

So...

let us go and tell him.

- What, now?!
- Mmm, yes. Now.

John! John!

I have some news for you.

I don't think you will like it.

I, Harriet Smith,

take thee, Robert Martin,
to be my wedded husband.

To have and to hold
from this day forward,

for better, for worse,

for richer, for poorer.

- I congratulate you on your choice.
- Harriet!

Tell me, Miss Woodhouse, you never did
imagine this to be our story, did you?

No, I did not.

I have been soundly
chastised by all I hold dear.

Well, you are not entirely innocent.

No.

I am sorry.

Look at her, isn't she divine?

An angel sent to me on earth.

Then treat her well.

Well, I cannot promise
to be forever serious.

But I will promise you that.

Mr. Knightley.

Wheel me over there. I want
to see Mrs. Weston's new baby.

Isn't it marvellous?
Mother has found her voice!

I hope,

at last,

we can be friends.

I have written and rewritten to you a
thousand times to ask your forgiveness.

It is of no matter.

She is so beautiful. I mean,
I do find that daughters are...

When's the wedding?

My father hopes never.

I will still be engaged at 70!

I was terribly worried...

Is it time?

Yes.

Are they waiting?

Yes.

It's an eternity.

Two weeks and then I'll be back.

You still don't know where you're going?

It's a surprise.

Ah, you must be off.

- Don't want to be driving...
- After sundown.

I'm sorry.

Marvellous!

So they're off on a mystery honeymoon

while I get to protect the chickens.

It is a miracle that Father was
persuaded to let them go at all, ever.

But there is a wolf about

and we need a man to
protect the chickens.

The seaside!

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