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I promised Father
I'd do something for them.

I am convinced your father had no idea
of your giving them any money at all.

It is their house now, Marianne.

I have just heard
from my brother Edward.

Edward Ferrars. How do you do?

He will be expected to marry
a young lady of great fortune.

Thank you, Fanny.

I am determined to leave this house
before the week is out.

Welcome to Devonshire.

We must see what we can do for them, eh?
Lovers, husbands, that sort of thing.

Colonel Brandon, Miss Marianne Dashwood.

Elinor, he's too old!

Colonel Brandon,
do you know Mr Willoughby?

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Sense & Sensibility
Episode 2

- What do you think of this one?
- Yes. that will do beautifully.

Mamma, it's two years old!
Look how faded it is.

Louise... The muslin then?
That's not very old.

But he's seen me in it twice already.

There's nothing to wear.
Why are we so poor?

Mr Willoughby will be delighted
with you in your old dress Marianne.

He can't seem to take his eyes
off you whatever you wear.

Well, perhaps...

Dear Elinor, if I could
borrow your yellow gloves...

Course you could.

Never knew you were a dancing man.

A word with you, Willoughby.

In private.

By all means.

Well?

What are your intentions
towards Miss Marianne Dashwood?

I beg your pardon?!

- I believe you heard me.
- What are my intentions?

And what right have you to ask me?

I am not aware that you are
a relation of the lady.

Is she under your protection?

- I have her interest at heart.
- Oh, you have, have you?

Well, then, let me ask you this... What
are your intentions with regard to her?

Whatever they are,
they are entirely honourable.

Can you say the same thing?

I cannot be blamed if Marianne
prefers my company to yours.

We are closer in age,
in temperament, in taste...

In short, in everything.

I commiserate with you, but there it is.

And to answer your question,

Yes, of course my intentions
are entirely honourable.

You will excuse me now.

Oh, I'm so happy, Elinor!

Yes, I think everybody is aware of that.

I believe you disapprove of me.

But how would you have me behave?

Oh, I have been open and sincere
where I ought to be reserved.

I should have sat quietly and talked
of nothing but the weather and roads.

No-one would expect that of you.

But to be so very open
in your preference for Mr Willoughby,

to the point of refusing
to dance with anybody else.

Why should I hide my feelings?
They are true and honest.

Don't be angry with me, Elinor. I only
wish you could be as happy as I am.

- I am perfectly content.
- You are not. You know you're not.

Why doesn't Edward come?

I suppose, because
he has other obligations.

Or perhaps he simply prefers
to be elsewhere.

How can you be so calm about it, Elinor?

Would it serve any good
for me to be agitated?

Should I lie sobbing
and calling his name?

I think it's best not to hope
too fervently

for something that may never happen.

Then let me hope for you.

Elinor!

Elinor!

Elinor!

Isn't she beautiful, Elinor?

She's the best present
I could have wished for.

I bred her myself, Miss Dashwood.

Docile, good-tempered, and
exactly calculated to carry a woman.

I hope you'll share her
with your sister.

I believe you both love to ride.
What do you think of her?

Oh, she's a lovely creature.

Just imagine, Elinor... How delightful
to gallop over the downs on her!

Yes, and it is very generous of you,
Mr Willoughby.

But Marianne cannot possibly
accept such a gift.

Elinor, why ever not?

For reasons both of practicality
and property.

- Excuse me, Mr Willoughby.
- Elinor!

Wait there.

- Why should I not have a horse?
- Because we cannot afford to keep one.

We have no money for stabling,
for pasturing.

You would need a servant
to look after it,

and another horse
for the servant to ride.

- The whole notion is impossible!
- It is not!

I am sure it could be done!
Mamma, could it not?

It does seem a little harsh, Elinor.

If we economised on something else...?

We economise on everything, Mamma.

We can barely afford meat,
and sugar, and tea!

We are poor already.
Do you want us to be destitute?

You have said enough!

But it is very humiliating
to have to refuse.

I think Mr Willoughby will understand
when he understands our circumstances.

And Marianne,

it would not be proper to accept such
a present from a man we know so little.

Know so little?!

I know him better than
any other creature in the world,

except you and Mamma.

And I understand him better
than I understand you at this moment!

Girls...

Mrs Dashwood...

- Forgive me.
- There's nothing to forgive.

I put you and your sister
in an awkward position...

It was thoughtless of me.

I should have considered more carefully,

and I beg your pardon for it.

But, Marianne, the horse is still yours.

I shall keep it
only until you can claim it.

And when you leave Barton
to form your own establishment,

Queen Mab shall receive you.

Get on there, Turk, get in there, Suki!
Get on! Good shot, Brandon.

Don't think I've ever seen you
aim a gun and miss.

Willoughby's a good shot now.

Very fair shot.

He generally brings home
a good bag of birds.

Mr Willoughby does everything well.

- Don't much care for the man, do you?
- No.

It's Marianne, ain't it?

I should be very sorry
to see him injured.

Injured?

No likelihood of that, I'd say.

But they're both very young, you know...

Very young.

They may tire of each other
by the end of the season

and then, there you will still be.

And miss Marianne
a little older and a little wiser.

Bide your time, Brandon...

Bide your time, old friend.

That's my advice.

Then she'll see the old dog
has some life in him yet.

I'm obliged to you for your counsel.

Now, now - don't get
on your high horse, man.

It was kindly meant.

Oh, Lord, there they go!

Damn!

Missed again.

But Elinor, now...

You might think of her, you know.

Please let me.

Willoughby...

You have no scissors.

I brought some
especially for the purpose.

I heard a noise outside.

Can I get in with you?

If you're quiet. Marianne's sleeping.

- I was a bit frightened.
- It was probably just a fox.

I thought there might be wolves.

No there aren't any wolves in England,
not for a hundred years.

There might be some left.

If there are, I won't let them get you.

- Stop making fun of me.
- Go to sleep then.

D'you like it here, Elinor?

Yes, well enough.

It isn't as nice as Norland, is it?

It's different.

Of course, we all miss Norland...

But just think,

tomorrow we are all invited
to a picnic at Delaford...

... and I've heard Colonel Brandon

has peaches and strawberries
in his greenhouses.

- Peaches and strawberries!
- Yes.

So think about those delights.
Go to sleep now.

Now... Miss Marianne will go
with Willoughby, no doubt.

This curicle only takes two. So who
will go with me? And who with Brandon?

Colonel Brandon.

What's the matter, Brandon?

I am sorry to say our expedition
will have to be postponed.

I am called away on urgent personal
business. I must leave at once.

Colonel Brandon,
you wouldn't disappoint us?

Can you not defer your journey, Brandon?

Not by an hour. You will excuse me.

Well, that's a dashed shame!

I wonder what his business could be?

There are some people who cannot
bear a party of pleasure.

He was afraid of catching cold, I dare
say, and invented this to get out of it.

You are very hard, Mr Willoughby -
do you think so little of him?

He promised us a day of pleasure and has
broken his promise, out of ill humour.

I hope it is not an illness
in the family.

I can guess what his business is!

It is about Miss Williams, I'm sure!

What do you say, Sir John?

I do not care to pry into
another man's concerns.

Well, let's not let Brandon
spoil our pleasure!

We can still drive into the countryside
and enjoy the fresh air, at least!

Excellent!

- Well said, Willoughby.
- Come on boys, hop in.

Shall we go as a procession,
or each at his own pace?

Catch us if you can, Sir John!

Well, I'll wager that's the last
we'll see of them for an hour or two!

Welcome to Allenham.

Oh, it's beautiful.

I hoped very much
that you would like it.

I had a particular reason
for hoping that you'd like it.

Would you like to see inside?

Of course, I should,
but is your aunt expecting us?

- She is away on a short visit.
- Oh.

So if you don't mind
being unchaperoned...?

Do you think I would care
about such a thing?

- I hate these stupid conventions.
- So do I.

It's in a shockingly neglected state.

The old lady keeps barely
a quarter of the rooms in use.

But a couple of thousand would
see it restored to its former glory.

It reminds me of the
Sleeping Beauty's palace.

Exactly...

Why did I never think of that before?

Waiting to be awakened.

Marianne.

I think I should take you back now.

Oh dear, I'm sure they've fallen
into some misfortune!

Perhaps I should send out.

- Ah, here they are at last!
- Oh, thank God. All well?

Very well indeed, I should say!

Now, Mr Willoughby, I have found
you out, in spite of all your tricks.

I know where you've been all day.

Why, driving about
the country in my curicle.

I thought everybody knew that, ma'am.

Yes, yes, Mr Impudence,
but where did you drive to?

I hope you liked your house,
Miss Marianne.

It is a large one, I know.

And when I come to see you,
I hope you'll have new-furnished it,

for it wanted it very much
when I was there 6 years ago!

- See how she blushes!
- And where is the harm in that?

We happened to be driving
in that direction,

Miss Marianne Dashwood
was curious to see the house

and I was happy to show it to her.

And that is the whole story.

And if I am to blame,
I submit myself for punishment.

Well. After such a frank confession
I think we may be merciful.

What do you say, my dear?

Mrs Dashwood?

I am only glad that they are both
here with us, safe and sound.

I would have told you but I wanted to
see his house and he wanted to show me.

If we were doing wrong
I should have felt it at the time.

It's exposed you

to some very impertinent remarks
from Sir John and Mrs Jennings.

Elinor, I don't care
what those people think!

But I don't want you
to disapprove of me.

I don't disapprove of you.

Only some of your conduct.

Perhaps it was rather ill-judged...

But oh, Ellie, I do love him!

"And I have felt a presence,
that disturbs me"

"With the joy of elevated thoughts..."

"A sense sublime, of something
far more deeply interfused,"

"Whose dwelling is
the light of setting suns,"

"And the round ocean..."

"... and the living air."

Beautiful.

Why do they not announce
their engagement?

Everything about their conduct suggests
that they are engaged in private,

so why do they not make it public?

I know they are engaged.

I know because
he has a lock of her hair.

I saw him take it, then he kissed it
and folded it up in his handkerchief.

Margaret, would you tell Marianne
it's time to come in.

How could Marianne allow such
an intimacy, unless they were engaged?

Perhaps marriage might not be
in their power for the present.

But that's no reason why Willoughby
shouldn't declare his intentions.

Mrs Dashwood...

I shall be paying my respects
to my aunt tomorrow morning.

I hope I may call tomorrow
afternoon, at about four.

First for a private conversation with
Marianne and then for one with yourself?

Yes... Yes, of course!

Thank you.

I'm tired. Why do people always
make me go for walks with them?

Because they love your company, my dear.

I should say it is near half past
four now, wouldn't you, Elinor?

Look! There's Willoughby's horse!

Be careful, Meg!

Marianne! We're home.

Is anything the matter with her?

- Is she ill?
- I hope not.

She is a little upset...
And I am extremely disappointed.

- Disappoint?! She's never refused you?
- Mamma!

My disappointment is that I am unable
to stay in Devonshire any longer.

My aunt has exercised the privilege of
riches upon her poor dependent cousin,

- by sending me on business to London.
- And must you go at once?

- Almost this moment.
- Oh, what a shame!

Of course you have your duty
to your aunt.

I'm sure her business will not
take you long, will it?

You are very kind, but I have no idea of
returning into Devonshire immediately.

My visits to Allenham are never
repeated within the twelvemonth.

Well, erm...

I won't press you to return
here immediately.

Only you can judge how far
that would be pleasing to your aunt.

Mrs Dashwood...

My engagements at present are of such
a nature that I dare not flatter myself

that I will be able to return
within the foreseeable future.

Goodbye.

Willoughby! When are you coming back?

Marianne will want to know!

Willoughby!

I think I know what this is.

His aunt disapproves
of his regard for Marianne,

and has invented this business in town
in order to get him away for a while.

And being dependant on her,
he has to agree.

Then why should he not
have told us that?

Out of delicacy, not wishing
to speak ill of his aunt.

He could have explained his situation
without speaking ill of anybody.

Then what is your explanation?

- Do you doubt his love for Marianne?
- No-one could.

I cannot understand it.

If I were still mistress of Norland,

my girls would never
be treated like this.

Oh, my poor dear girl.

Forgive me, Mamma.

It was the sudden shock,
I had no idea of his going away.

I am sure...

I am sure he will find a way to come
back and see us very soon.

Elinor. Can you not sleep either?

No. Margaret came in with me and you
know how she rolls about in her sleep.

I came down for a glass of water.

- Can I get you anything, Mamma?
- No, thank you, my dear.

What were you writing when I came down?

Oh, just a letter.

- To John?
- Yes...

No.

I was lying awake, and
I couldn't get it out of my head,

Why Edward hasn't come to see us,
so I decided to invite him directly.

Mamma, you mustn't do that.

Now, why ever not?
He is our friend, our true friend, but,

perhaps he felt he didn't have
sufficient invitation

to justify his coming...

- He is a little shy and diffident...
- No.

He knows he is welcome
and he said he would come soon.

So... If he delays,
or if he does not come at all,

then it must be with good reason.

What reason could he possibly have
not to come and visit us?

I don't know, but there must be
some explanation.

And I beg you, Mamma, not to embarrass
him by pressing the invitation upon him.

We would not want him to come here
reluctantly or unwillingly.

I am sure Edward would never be
unwilling or reluctant to see us.

Then please let him alone
to come in his own good time.

Good night, Mamma.

"For I have learned to look on nature
Not as in the hour of thoughtless youth"

"But hearing oftentimes the still,
sad music of humanity..."

Willoughby taught me that.

Perhaps it would be easier if you tried
not to think of him so much.

How could I do that?

He is with me all the time.
He is in me, Elinor.

You are so strange sometimes.

I sometimes wonder
what it can be like to be you.

Very dull, no doubt.

Look! Someones's coming.

- It is Willoughby! I know it is!
- Marianne, wait!

- I don't think it's him.
- Elinor, it is Willoughby!

I knew how soon he would come!

It's Edward!

Wait for me!

I can only stay one night, but I hope
I'll be none the less welcome for that.

Have you come straight from London?

No, I have been
in Devonshire a fortnight.

Yes, I was visiting some old friends...
near Plymouth.

For my sins.

- Not a joyful visit, then?
- No.

Though I have no-one
to blame for that but myself.

- I'm very happy to see you again.
- And I you.

So how does Devonshire suit?

Plenty of pleasant walks,
I should think.

Do you have good company?
Are the Middletons pleasant?

No, not at all. We couldn't be more
unfortunately situated.

Marianne, how can you say that?

The Middletons have been very kind
to us. Sir John is the friendiest host.

Have you forgotten how many pleasant
days we've enjoyed at Barton?

No, nor how many painful moments!

We're all sad just now
because Willoughby's gone.

Ah, right. I see.

So, Edward, what are your mother's
intentions for you at present?

Are you still to be a great orator
in spite of yourself?

No, I think even she is convinced now
that I'm not destined for public life.

My brother Robert is the man for that.

So how are you going
to distinguish yourself?

I shan't attempt it at all.
I have no wish to be distinguished.

You are distinguished to us, Edward.

And in any case, what have wealth
or grandeur to do with happiness?

Wealth has a good deal
to do with it, I think.

Elinor, for shame! Are we not happy?

Have we not been happy here,
and we as poor as the gypsies?

Yes, and I think we might've been even
happier if we had a little more money.

I wish someone would give us all
a thousand pound each!

- Yes, that would be very welcome.
- Elinor, you have no soul!

Perhaps not, but I flatter myself
I do have a little sense.

What do you think, Edward?

Do you believe money
has anything to do with happiness?

Money can solve some problems,
certainly.

For others, it's completely useless.

Edward? You seem unhappy.

Do I? Forgive me. I am...

prone to these dark moods
from time to time.

Perhaps I should not
have come here at all.

But I did want to see you all.

And we are very happy
that you have come.

We were waiting and waiting
for you to come.

I am sorry that it took me so long.

I never saw you
wear a ring before, Edward.

Is that your sister's hair?

I thought her hair had been lighter.

Yes, it is Fanny's hair.

The setting casts a different
shade on it, I suppose.

I thought it was Thomas...

- our servant.
- He's gone to the village.

I saw the logs. I enjoy this work.

A man can relieve his feelings.

And you have very little help here.

- We manage.
- Yes, but if only...

- What is it?
- Nothing.

Nothing I can speak of.

I should never have come here.

- Goodbye!
- Goodbye!

That was your hair in Edward's ring,
wasn't it?

I...

It did look like my hair...

... but he never asked me
for a lock of it, Marianne.

I am sure he still loves you
as much as ever.

- Did he say anything to you?
- Did he speak of his love for you?

No.

What did he come here for,
if not to propose to you?

I don't know.

Hello! Hello!
We've brought you some strangers!

Hallooo! Hallooo! Where are you all?

Are we never to have
a moment to ourselves?

Ah! There you are!

What a surprise we have for you!

Here is my other daughter Charlotte
and her husband, Mr Palmer!

I had no idea it could be them.
We heard the carriage,

and thought it must be
Colonel Brandon again.

Oh, what a delightful place.
I do love a cottage, don't you, my love?

I wanted Charlotte to stay home
and rest, but she would come,

she so longed to see you all!

She expects to be confined soon,
you know!

And our nieces, the Miss Steeles,
will be with us by the afternoon!

Miss Lucy Steele is very eage
to make the acquaintance

- of the Miss Dashwoods, you know!
- So!

You are commanded
to Barton Park for dinner!

But me no buts! The carriage will be
sent for you at four o'clock!

Come along, Palmer!

Thats ceiling's very crooked.

Miss Dashwood, Miss Marianne,
Miss Margaret Dashwood,

allow me to introduce
my second cousins by marriage,

the Misses Steele.

Don't you think they're a fine pair
of pretty girls?

Oh, Sir John, for shame!

How do you like Devonshire,
Miss Dashwood?

Have you found any smart beaux?

There cannot be so many here
as there are in Sussex?

Anne, must you always be
talking of beaux?

Some young ladies don't care for them,
but I think they're vastly agreeable,

provided they dress smart
and behave civil.

But I can not bear to see them
dirty and nasty, can you?

Erm, no.

We've heard all about
your sister's conquest,

and that Mr Willoughby is the smartest
beau that anyone could wish for

and prodigious handsome too!

T'will be fine to have her
married so young.

And I hope you may have
as good luck yourself soon...

But perhaps you have a friend
in the corner already!

Indeed she has, and he was
in the neighbourhood very lately!

- And what is his name, pray?
- Oh, it is a great secret,

but we all know that it begins with F.

But more than that, we cannot say.

(Ferrars!)

We know a Mr Ferrars.
He's a very agreeable young man...

- We know him very well!
- How can you say so, Anne?

We have seen him once or twice
at my uncle's, but

it's rather too much to pretend
to know him very well!

- I always say the wrong thing!
- Yes, you do.

Look... The weather is much brighter!
I wonder, Miss Dashwood,

would you do me the honour
of taking the air with me?

You will think my question an odd one,
I dare say, Miss Dashwood...

But are you acquainted with your
sister-in-law's mother, Mrs Ferrars?

No, I have never met her.

I never understood that you were
connected with that family at all.

Oh, Miss Dashwood.

If I dared tell you all,
you would be very surprised.

Mrs Ferrars is certainly
nothing to me at present

but the time may come when we will be
very intimately connected.

What do you mean?

Are you acquainted
with Mr Robert Ferrars?

No, not with him!
I never saw him in my life!

But with his elder brother.

We are engaged.

Mr... Edward Ferrars?

Of course you are surprised because it
was always meant to be a great secret.

None of my relations know of it
except Anne.

It would be terrible
if it reached his mother.

I have no fortune, you know,

and I fancy she is a very proud woman.

May I ask if your engagement
is of long standing?

- We have been engaged these four years.
- Four years!

I met him at my uncle's.

He's a schoolmaster
and Edward was under his care.

Because he lives in London,

we hardly see each other,
writing is our only comfort.

Except I have his picture

and he has a lock of my hair
that I gave him, set in a ring.

I wonder, did you notice it?

I did. Yes.

And you promise you will not breathe
a word of this to a single soul?

Miss Dashwood?

Elinor?

You promise?

I never sought your confidence,
Miss Steele...

... but your secret is safe with me.

What was that long conversation
with Lucy Steele all about?

Nothing of consequence. She was...

telling me her hopes
and dreams for the future.

- How very uninteresting.
- Yes, quite.

Marianne, Elinor, I have a mind
to spend a month or two in London,

and I would be very glad
to have your company!

Mamma!

You are very kind, ma'am, but I am sure
our mother could not spare us.

Oh, indeed I could,
I think it is an excellent scheme.

I should prefer to stay in Devonshire.

Oh, what formidable obstacle is
my dear Elinor now to bring forward?

Do not let me hear a word
about the expense of it.

- I should like to go to London.
- Of course you would!

And I think we all know the reason why!

And I dare say Miss Elinor has just as
good a reason, if the truth were known!

- Mamma? Do you really wish it?
- I insist upon it.

Come, Miss Elinor!
You can see your sister longs to go,

and she longs for your company too!

No more demurrals, your mother and I
have settled it all between us.

To town you shall go!

- I am surprised at you, Marianne.
- Why is that?

Freely volunteering for more
of Mrs Jenning's teasing?

I would bear no more than that a chance
of seeing Willoughby.

I am surprised you are not more excited
at the thought of seeing Edward.

Perhaps we shall not see him.

He is very much
at his mother's disposal.

I'm sure we shall and very soon.
He loves you, Elinor.

He will find a way to see you,
whatever his mother might say.

Oh, Elinor, in a little while
I shall see him!

- I'm very happy for you.
- And you will see Edward!

Perhaps, perhaps not.

We're here!

Well, here we are again.

Here are the Misses Dashwood,
and they are to be treated like royalty.

Any little thing you want,
Foot will attend to it.

- Won't you, Foot?
- Indeed, ma'am.

This will be your apartment.

It was dear Charlotte's before
Mr Palmer took her away from me,

and I hope you'll be
very comfortable in it.

Look... Charlotte made that picture
out of coloured silks.

Seven years at a great school in town,
and that's all we have to show for it!

Poor Charlotte.

Well, I'll leave you to settle in.

Dinner will be on the table
in half-an-hour!

Foot!

Be so good as to take this
to the post for me.

- The penny post, Miss?
- No, the twopenny.

Very good, Miss.

Oh, Elinor, we may see him
this very evening.

You might as well come away
from the window, my dear.

He won't come any sooner
for your looking after him.

Indeed, I think it's a little late
for any visitors to come now,

- however eagerly expected!
- It is not too late.

There... Was that a knock on the door?

Next door, I fancy.

There!

- Well! I wonder who that can be!
- It is Willoughby, I know it is!

Marianne, be still. It may not be him.

Colonel Brandon, ma'am.

Forgive... I...

Excuse me!

Is your sister ill, Miss Dashwood?

She is overtired,
I think, from the journey.

Oh, Colonel!
I'm monstrous glad to see you.

We have not seen you since that day
you disappointed us over the picnic.

I hope your urgent business was
completed all to your satisfaction?

Thank you, ma'am.

What is done is done.

I wonder if might have a moment
in private with Miss Dashwood.

Yes, indeed.

I'll go and see how her sister does!

Miss Dashwood, tell me.

I think I know the truth,
but I want to know for certain.

Am I to congratulate you?

I'm not sure what you mean.

Your sister's engagement to
Mr Willoughby is widely spoken of.

How can that be?

- By whom have you heard it mentioned?
- By everyone...

of our acquaintance.

I heard it first myself at the Palmers.

I came to inquire.

Miss Dashwood...

... is everything finally settled?

I cannot tell you

definitely that they are engaged.

Neither of them has ever said so
to me or to my mother.

But I would not wish
to give you false hope.

I am quite sure that Marianne
is deeply in love.

And I have no reason to doubt
Mr Willoughby's feelings for her.

I do expect, and hope, to hear
of their engagement very soon.

That being the case...

to your sister I wish
all imaginable happiness.

And to Willoughby,
that he may endeavour to deserve her.

Good night.

Colonel Brandon was disappointed
not to see you.

He did see me.

For about five seconds.

He has a great regard for you, Marianne.

Yes, and I for him,
but he has one great defect.

He's not Willoughby.

Oh, why didn't he come?

Foot?!

- Are there any letters this morning?
- No, Miss.

Nothing for me, not even a note?

No, Miss. Sorry. Was you expecting one?

Oh, not particularly.

- Anything for me?
- No, Miss.

Are you quite sure of it?
No servants called? No messages?

Nothing, Miss.

No, Miss. Sorry, Miss.

But here is something!

The Middletons are arrived,
with the Miss Steeles,

and we are invited
to an evening assembly.

And you can be sure
that Mr W will be invited too.

And perhaps Mr F as well!

I declare I've never seen
anything like it.

This must be the finest party in town.

Stay, Marianne,
you have a lock coming loose.

Never mind it, Elinor! Let us go in.

Oh, there's Charlotte.

Look!

Oh, Miss Dashwood! Oh, Miss Marianne!

London is full of smart beaux!
And some of them very rude and naughty!

We have been pushed and pummelled...

Look at the nasty beasts!
How they preen and ogle!

I hope you will stay close
by my side, Miss Dashwood.

I am in such a fever of anticipation,
I fear l shall faint.

I have heard that he is here tonight!

- Whom do you mean?
- Why, who else but Mr Ferrars?

- Are you quite sure?
- I was told for certain.

Elinor, Marianne.

It is so fearfully hot and crowded
in this room,

I can hardly bear to stay
a moment longer.

My younger brother, Mr Robert Ferrars.

Miss Elinor Dashwood.
Miss Marianne Dashwood.

Enchanted.

My brother Edward has spoken very highly
of your beauty, Miss Dashwood.

In general I consider him
a very poor judge of women,

but in this instance, I have to concur.

You are very kind.
May I present Miss Lucy Steele?

Charmed.

Is your brother going to be
here tonight, Mr Ferrars?

Edward? God, no.
The fellow shuns society.

Hate to speak ill of me own blood,

but my brother Edward
is something of a hobbledehoy.

Mr Ferrars. Unkind.

Elinor, look! He is here!

Why doesn't he come over
and speak to me?

Pray be composed. Don't let
everybody know what you're feeling.

Perhaps he saw me but not you.

- It may be a difficult situation.
- I don't understand.

Come away. He will come
and find you, if he's able to.

No!

Willoughby!

Excuse me.

Miss Dashwood...

Your mother is well, I trust?

Yes, thank you.

And... how long have you been in town?

Good God, Willoughby!
What is the meaning of this?

Have you not received my letters?

Will you not shake hands with me?

But didn't you get my notes?

Tell me, for heaven's sake,
what is the matter?

Yes, I had the pleasure of receiving
the information of your arrival in town,

which you were so good as to send me.

Excuse me.

Elinor...

go to him...

tell him he must...

Allow me.

Take her hand.

Come.