All language subtitles for The Man in Grey (1943) -- Leslie Arliss

(gong ringing)

(dramatic music)

- Take it as I am offered no more?

(gavel bangs)

Clarissa's coffin and drangles.

And now, lot 273, Hopners noted portrait

of the eighth marquis of Rome,

known as The Man In Grey.

Now, gentlemen, at what may I start?

Shall we say seven?

Thank you, sir.

700 guineas, thank you.

Eight, eight, eight, 800, thank you, Sir.

800 guineas, I thank you.

800 guineas, no more?

900, 900, thank you, Sir.

900 guineas, 900 guineas.

Very well.

(gavel thumping)
(people murmuring)

And now, gentlemen, we come to what,

if I may lapse into
the picturesque valance

of our American cousins, and their lives.

It may be described as the
high spot in today's sale.

- She was the famous regency beauty.

- Oh?

- Yes, she married the man in grey.

- [Auctioneer] Now, shall
we open at say, 1000?

- Thank you, sir.
- Yeah, I don't think

the picture's so wonderful.

- Then why are you bidding for it?

- (chuckling) I'm not.

- You waved your catalogue.

- From the gentleman
belonging to the armed forces.

- That's you.

- What?

Good-good lord, I--

- 1500 guineas, may I hear 1600?

Going at 1500 guineas.

Going--

- 1600 over here, sir.

- 1600, thank you, sir.

- Oh.

That would have taken my pay
out the next war but three.

- You daren't sneeze here,

or you'll find you bought
a gold dinner service.

-19.

2000, 2000 guineas.

2000 once, twice?

For the third and last time.

(gavel bangs)

(crowd murmurs)

- Big dealers seem to be going.

It doesn't seem to be
anything important left there.

- It's the next lot I'm interested in.

I want it for my mother.

We're kind of connected with the Rohans.

- Really?
- Mm.

See there?

That's the Rohan crest.

Family's finished, you
know, the last known Rohan

was killed at Dunkirk.

- Yes.

- Bad luck, them having to sell up

but I can't help wondering what they did

to deserve all this.

- Lot 275, a Georgian
trinket box and contents

comprising six items.

Nothing here, gentlemen, of
any great intrinsic value

but of interest, having belonged

to the marchioness of Rohan.

Lady of the Lawrence canvas just so.

Now 15 guineas.

Thank you, sir, thank you.

15 guineas.

- 16!

- Thank you, yes, I got that.

16 guineas.

- [Man] 17.

-18.

- It shouldn't be more than 20.

He said it wasn't valuable.

- Now, may I hear 19?

Remember these trinkets once belonged

to the most beautiful woman.

What?

(whispering)
- Oh.

Ladies and gentlemen, I
regret the proceedings

must close at once.

It appears we are contravening
the blackout regulations.

The sale will continue
tomorrow at 10:30 sharp.

- Oh, blast the blackout.

I shall have to back in tomorrow.

- Oh, didn't you mean to?

- No, I've got lots of shopping to do.

I'm due back at my station in the evening.

You know, I still don't
think she's so hot.

I've known lots of girls just as pretty.

And far more intelligent looking.

(scoffs)
You coming here tomorrow?

- Yes, we better make sure of our seats.

Will you keep two chairs
for tomorrow, please?

One for Mr.--

Oh, I'm sorry, I don't know your name.

- Rokeby, Peter Rokeby.

- One for Mr. Rokeby and one for me.

- [Man] Certainly, two chairs tomorrow

for Mr. Rokeby and Lady Clarissa Rohan.

- Clarissa Rohan?

Oh my, I have put my foot in it, then.

And that boy that was
lost at Dunkirk was--

- My brother.

I'm the last of the Rohans.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

And what I said about your family.

- You're probably quite right.

Heaven knows we never did do
very much to deserve all this.

But tell me, how are you
connected with our family?

- Oh, rather hazily, I'm afraid.

I was shooting a bit of a line.

But one of my ancestors was supposed

to have been in love with
the regency Clarissa Rohan.

She's said to have given hm this.

That's why I wanted this
trinket box for my mother.

She believes the story.

And it's all rather pathetic, isn't it,

these bits and pieces?

Well they must have meant
something to somebody once.

Hm.

A needle case, isn't it?

And a funny little snuff box.

What's that?

- [Clarissa] It works, anyway.

That's the lot.

Not worthy of your bid, I'm afraid.

- [Peter] Oh, you're too mercenary.

Ooh, here's a prospectus from school.

This Patchett's Establishment
for young ladies,

the White House Bath.

Heh, I wonder who went there.

(furniture clattering)

- Oh I say, that little man
wants to turn out the lights.

We'd better go.
- Oh.

I just had a wonderful idea.

I am sure there's a lot you can tell me

about the regency Clarissa Rohan

that I can pass onto my mother.

So I-if you'd have dinner with me tonight,

in a very informative way, of course.

(voices trail off)

(light music)

(children playing)
(cheerful music)

(knocking on window)

- Young ladies.

Words fail me.

What are you about?

- We're throwing snowballs, ma'am.

- Ladies never throw.

Pray terminate this shocking spectacle

and reenter the house at once.

Miss Edge?

- Yes, ma'am?

- I wonder that you could
permit such a thing.

- I thought the exercise
might be good for them, ma'am.

- You thought?

I do not pay you 15 pounds
a year to think, Miss Edge.

- No, ma'am.

- [Miss Patchett] If
you cannot distinguish

between gentile exercise
and hoydenish romping,

I must find a young woman who can.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Miss Edge.
- Yes, ma'am?

- Will you inquire what that person wants?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Are you the new pupil, Miss Shaw?

- Yes, ma'am.

- You're very late.

- Well there was no one
to meet me at the inn.

Are Miss Patchett's
young ladies usually left

to fend for themselves?

- They do not usually
arrive on stagecoach.

They travel post or--

Or in their own parental equipages.

- That should be made clear
in Miss Patchett's prospectus.

Kindly bring my things inside.

- Miss Shaw, I presume.

- Yes, ma'am.

Miss Patchett, I presume.

- You understand that it is
out of my excessive regard

for your stepmother
that I am receiving you.

When I heard of her situation,

ruined by your father's imprudence,

who left a widow with you on her hands,

I could not resist the promptings

of compassionate sensibility.

- I understood she did you
a service some years ago.

And that you agreed to
train me as a teacher

by Way of repayment.

(giggling)

- Polly, don't stand there gaping.

Take that harp into the young lady's room.

- Yes, ma'am.

And then take the luggage up
to the attic next to Cook's.

That will do very well for Miss Shaw.

(ladies chattering and giggling)

- Whose harp?

- There's a new young lady, miss.

- Better put your shoes on, Sally.

The Crosspatch should be on
us directly to present her.

- Oh, the way Crosspatch
shows us the new pupils.

- Ahem, young ladies, I
bring you charming plivelow,

Miss Littyshaw Fitznoodle.

(laughing)

- Young ladies, I bring
you a new companion.

Perhaps companion is hardly the word,

as Miss Shaw will in due course be engaged

as a junior teacher.

Nevertheless, I trust
that you will welcome her

as if she received the same
advantages as yourselves.

- Ever where you're from, Miss Shaw?

- From Manchester.

- Ah, one of the Manchester Shaws.

(giggling)
- Have you brought

your clogs with you?

- I don't wear clogs.

Nor yet a shawl over my head.

It isn't the custom.

(hoofbeats clopping)
- It's Clarissa!

(ladies clamouring)

- Who is Clarissa?

- Why, she's, she's Clarissa.

Parlour boarder.

- She's the honourable Clarissa Richmond,

daughter of the late Lord Carrey.

- Which accounts for her
popularity, I imagine.

- Not at all.

She's both lovely and amiable.

Even you, Miss, will find her so.

(ladies clamouring)

- I have sweets for all so
take your turn everybody.

Here you are, Jane.

Louisa.

Dorothy.

Who'd like this one?

One for you and the last one for you.

None of you is left out.

I've even remembered myself.

(ladies chattering)

I'm Clarissa Richmond.

Will you have a sugared violet?

- No, thank you.

I don't care for sugary things.

- Are you cold, Clarissa?

- No, somebody walked over my grave.

- Come and show me the
things you've brought.

- [Clarissa] Marjorie, bring the--

(ladies clamouring)

(ladies giggling and chattering)

- Three stitches on my
song for donning this.

And Crosspatch gave me a double task.

- She would.

- My sister, Bella, has had an offer.

It's only from the curer.

And Marr thinks she'll take it.

- NO-

- And the third followed
me, turned out to be a nun.

Walled up, you know, like they always are.

- How horrid.

- How delicious.

- Clarissa, make haste.

You haven't curled your hair yet.

- Oh, be a dear and do it for me?

I must write in my journal.

- All right.

(bell dinging)

- Now, what did I tell you?

Now Patchet will be next.

- Hm, tranquillise yourself, Miss Seymour.

I'll show you how to
manage old Crosspatch.

- Hm.

Miss Seymour.

I shall not disturb Miss
Richmond's devotions.

I shall send Miss Edge
to extinguish the candle

in 10 minutes.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Good night, young ladies.

No talking.

(giggling)

- Young ladies.

No talking.

Now I can finish my journal in peace.

- Oh, I will come back
when I have extinguished

Miss Richmond's candle.

All the young ladies are expected

to be in bed when the bell is rung.

- Except Miss Richmond, apparently.

- My dear.

She is the only girl in this school

who will not despise you

because you are disconnected and poor.

- I prefer not to
discuss my circumstances.

(light music)

- And afterwards, I spoke
to the new pupil, Miss Shaw.

She's a strange girl.

Lovely, but somehow unhappy.

She didn't seem to like me.

I don't know why.

But I'll make her.

(ladies clamouring)

- Has every young lady got her skates?

- [Ladies] Yes, ma'am.

- [Miss Pratchett] And a
clean pocket handkerchief?

- [Ladies] Yes, ma'am.

- In this inclement weather,
that is most necessary.

Miss Edge.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Make haste.

(sighs)

So sad about dear Clarissa.

(ladies chattering and giggling)

(hoofbeats clopping)

- Seems your ankle is
mended again, Miss Richmond.

- It was never sprained.

I stayed in so that I could talk to you.

Why do you dislike me?

- You're rich and spoiled and beautiful.

- I'm not rich.

You're far more beautiful than I am.

Although you sulk and scowl.

- Well you're honest, I'll say that.

And good natured.

I'm neither.

But you are spoiled.

- Then I'll need a friend
who won't spoil me.

- I know you've tried to be nice to me.

Don't think I'm not grateful.

But that's what I've always had to be.

Grateful

"Thank you, kind sir.

"Thank you, ma'am."

All my life.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

I didn't mean that.

- Friendship between us
would bring you no good.

And I don't want to do you harm.

You see, in a way, I do like you.

But I also envy you.

- Oh, fiddlesticks.

You shall share all I've got

and then you can't be envious.

Oh dear, I've said the wrong thing again.

But you did you say you like me

so we must be friends.

(light music)

- All right then.

We're friends.

Til we leave school.

After that, our situations
will be very different.

- You'll never be a school maam, Hesther.

It's ridiculous.

- I agree with you.

I have other intentions.

- Oh miss, what do you think?

Cook says you're pleased not to tell Madam

but there's a gypsy fortune
teller in the kitchen.

- A fortune teller?

Hesther, come.

- There's a letter coming
to you from over the water.

Here's one who thinks more
of you than you do of him.

But it'll all come right in the end.

You'll marry him and have six children.

- One of my age?

- She'll never now what
you can do til you try.

(laughing)

- [Gypsy] Come in, young misses.

Who's first.

- You first.

- No, you.

- Pass me over silver.

Here's a pretty fortune.

Jewels, satins, gold.

Marriage, yes.

A rich one.

You'll want for nothing.

I see you in a splendid coach.

You're with a man wearing grey.

- Shall I marry him?

- You will.

But he's not the one for you.

Here's your man.

He comes from over the sea.

- What is it?

- Women isn't lucky to you, my pretty.

Never make no friends of women.

Here's one that will harm you.

Remember my words, I warned you solemn.

Never make no friends of women.

- Your turn.

- Well?

- I can't tell your fortune.

I won't.

Not yours.

- Ooh, I wonder what she meant by that.

Oh, don't take any notice of her.

She's been drinking.

That's right, miss.

Nasty, awful creatures them gipsies.

They do say she stole a
pheasant from across the road.

Steal anything, gipsies would.

Even a character.

- Whatever do you think it was she saw

in Miss Hesther's hand?

- I knows.

She a witch, that gypsy.

- I'll not have this nonsense.

- And that Miss Hesther,

I think she a bigger witch.

Gypsy's scared of her in
case she cast a spell.

- Well I never did, what a thing to say.

- Out of my kitchen, you
tainting people's names.

Witch indeed, why the poor girl's gonna

be a school mistress.

That's all the bewitching she'll do.

- Not she.

Not while gentlemen have eyes.

You should watch her in church Sundays.

- [Cook] What, under Madam's very nose?

- Well, Madam can't look 20 ways at once.

There's been some very tender
glances, I can tell you.

From smiles to a
billet-doux is short step.

(church bells chiming)

(light music)

- Hesther?

How are you feeling, dear?

- My head's a little better, thank you.

- I have brought you my heart's oil.

I thought it might ease the pain.

- Clarissa, you've been very good to me.

You've given me so many things

and you know, I'm fonder of
you than I thought I could be.

Of anyone.

Here, take this.

But I couldn't.

I know how you treasure it.

- Oh, don't refuse me.

It isn't often I get a generous impulse.

- Oh, very well then.

It's very pretty.

- It'll be a keepsake.

- Don't talk as if we're going to part.

- Oh, of course not.

- Hesther.

- Go now.

My head aches, I'd like to be by myself.

- [Clarissa] Good night.

(tapping)

- This is the most solemn moment

in the history of this school.

When a young lady tarnishes that beautiful

but brittle jewel, her reputation,

which is her duty to preserve
preferably before life itself.

(sobbing)

Lena Hess, if you cannot control yourself,

you had better leave the room.

- Yes, ma'am.

And now I'm going to be sick.

- Oh, Miss Lena--

- Miss Shaw has disgraced her sex.

Her name must never again
be mentioned in this house.

- Perhaps, ma'am, if she'd
received kinder treatment here

she would not have taken this step.

- It is the duty of every
well disposed young woman

to try and secure a
creditable establishment.

Miss Shaw has eloped
with a penniless ensign.

I had hoped, my dear Miss Richmond,

that this experience would have taught you

to form your friendships
more prudently in the future.

- Hesther will always
be my dearest friend.

And I won't remain in a house

where her name may not be mentioned.

- Clarissa.

- I shall write Master
Lady Marr to take me away.

- But Clarissa, you can't leave school

until you have completed your education.

You are a harp, my love.

You're Italian.

- I shall not speak Italian
in my establishment.

(gasps)

- Miss Rissa.

Is you going away?

- Yes, Toby.

One day I'll send for
you to be my little page.

- When, Miss Rissa?

Miss Rissa, when?

- When I've got an establishment.

Life has been a whirl
since I came to London.

I'm deluged with invitations.

And I heard today that they're calling me

the Lovely Richmond.

(light music)

Tonight we go to the great Rohan Ball.

- [Announcer] Duchess of Dorset.

Lady Caroline, Lady (voice
overwhelmed by chatter and music)

- Plenty of fillies in
the paddock tonight.

- Yes, they've all been trotted
out for Rohan's inspection.

His mother's on the Warpath.

- God pity the girl that marries Rohan.

I wouldn't give him a
dog that I cared for.

- At least it would have a gold collar.

(chuckling)

- Lady Marr and Miss Clarissa Richmond.

- Would you excuse me.

- Glad to see you, Millicent.

This your girl?

Hm, she looks healthy.

- Clarissa's never had a day's illness.

Have you, my love?

- Well I have had the
measles and the mumps.

- They are child's illness.

Not worth mentioning.

I trust my Lord Rohan is well?

- Trust he is but he's not here.

- Not here?

- [Lady Rohan] Calm yourself, Millicent.

He'll come.

- Hm, I hope so.

- [Lady Rohan] You better
keep him a couple of dances.

- Yes, ma'am.

Lady Rohan.

- 50 Cinderellas and no Prince Charming.

It's just like Rohan.

- But he's in town.

I saw him in Whites this morning.

- Ah, but you haven't seen this.

R is for Rat, obnoxious and grey.

Hated by all and now pray name the man?

It's all over the town.

See here, R-O-H-A-N.

- The man in grey.

A grey rat.

How very apt.

Who's the poet?

- I don't know, but I'd
wager Rohan does by now.

(laughing)

- And whoever he is,
this is his swan song.

- [Man] Here he is.

(regal music)

- Tell Miss we'll go straight to my room.

- That's Rohan, the man in grey.

- Ma'am, Craven.

- [Craven] My coach broke an axleater rod.

- Hm.

Well you better go and get changed.

I have half the young women
in London waiting to meet you.

- They'll keep.

- Lord Rohan.

- Excuse me, Lady Marr.

- Oh, but I was to present my godchild,

Clarissa Richmond.

- The Lovely Richmond, eh?

- Oh, then you agree that
the sobriquet is suitable?

- I should think there's
about as much truth in it

as the things they call you.

- Eh, what do you mean?

- The man in grey.

It sounds like a ghost.

- Rest assured, I shall never
haunt the Lovely Richmond.

(party chatter in the distance)

- Alright, Abed.

You'll excuse us, Lord Craven.

- Yes, of course.

- Give it to me.

Who was it this time?

- Don't alarm yourself,
there'll be no inquest.

- Who was it?

- Young Croxly.

- But he's only a boy.

- He's old enough to lampoon me.

- And skillful enough to pierce you.

- The cab was drunk, I was careless.

- So you killed a drunken boy.

He who dishonours us, dies.

- Young Croxly had
admitted to learn French.

But why the sudden concern for me?

- I'm concerned only for the
Rohans and their descendants.

When a man has as many
enemies as you have,

the question of an heir, a
lawful heir becomes pressing.

- So I must select a brood mare.

- If you'd like to call her that.

No doubt your father used the same terms.

- About you?

- Of course.

- And who would be the runners
in these birthday stakes?

- Every eligible thoroughbred.

- Whose virtue is beyond question.

- [Lady Rohan] Naturally.

- I could choose a wicked woman.

I'd shield and protect her
from any suspicion of virtue.

- Hm, no doubt.

Now there are three
excellent possibilities.

Caroline Constantine, Mary Summerton

and Clarissa Richmond.

- A grisly array of girlish innocence.

- Clarissa.

Really, she's still just a schoolgirl.

I should be in my boudoir,
dear, if you want me.

- Excuse me.
- One moment, please.

I want to speak to you.

- Very well.

- The matter can be put briefly.

I've come to ask for
your hand in marriage.

- Marriage?

But that's absurd.

You don't even like me.

- If that were so, I should be hardly

making this application.

- But surely--

Oh my.

Is this an offer?

- It is.

- Sir.

My Lord, I mean.

I thank you.

I'm very sensible of the
honour that you do me

but in this matter, my inclinations cannot

be my only guide.

And before I answer your application,

I must consult with my guardian.

- Were you told that at school?

- Yes.

- I've already applied to Lady Marr.

The matter rests entirely with yourself.

- Oh.

Well I don't understand
why you want to marry me.

We scarcely know each other.

- That can be remedied.

May I call for you
tomorrow in my carracle?

- Yes.

I should enjoy that.

I've always wanted to ride in a carracle.

- It's settled then.

Should we say three o'clock?

- Yes.

(bright music)

- But why does everybody
write to congratulate me?

I'm not engaged.

- But you were driving with him.

Oh, that's as good as
announcing the engagement.

- Nobody ever told me that.

- What's the objection, child?

- I don't love him.

- Well, you cannot expect
to have everything quite

to our liking and I spent all I can afford

to give you this opportunity.

It wouldn't be in my power to remain

another season in London

and I assure you, you don't
want to cause me any uneasiness.

- Whose daughter she are,

as long as she do well and are not afraid

with any amazement.

(church bells ringing)

(hooves clopping)

- Oh, Mrs. Armstrong.

Leave the candles, please.

- Very well, m'lady.

Good night, m'lady.

- Oh, Mrs. Armstrong.

Would you open the window, please.

- Qh, my lady.

The night air?

Surely you don't want
to let in the night air.

- No, perhaps not.

Mrs. Armstrong, you've been
here a long time, haven't you?

- All my life, m'lady.

My mother was head housemaid

and my father was one of the game keepers.

Why I saw his Lordship's
mother come here as a bride.

- Did you indeed?

- She had her hair, powdered it was,

on a cushion three feet high.

You never saw--

(laughing)

Oh, but there, I mustn't run on like this.

His Lordship won't thank me

if I stay here gossiping
too long, heh-heh.

- Would you put some more
logs on the fire, please?

- Yes, m'lady.

- You've been married.

Matrimony.

Is a, is an agreeable state, is it not?

- Of course, m'lady.

- Own

- Yes, m'lady?

- (whimpers) Good night.

- Good night, m'lady.

(melancholy music)

(dog barking and howling)

(dog barking angrily)

- Quiet there.

- But if he's so good, how
did he get so badly mauled.

- Well you see, m'lord, he was up

against a champion, Blue Boy.

Heh-heh, a champion it was.

- Was?

- Yes, m'lord.

You shoulda seen him in
set of that Blue Boy.

Threw at him the moment he got in the pit.

Jamming them fangs into
the Champion's throat.

He hung on til he weakened.

And then tore his windpipe right out.

- Why didn't you wait til I was here?

- Well, m'lord, I thought
what with your wedding

and that--
(scoffs)

- Match him against Bren.

- Yes, m'lord, but they'll be afraid

to risk him against my dog now.

- Then wager 100 guineas at 10.

- Guineas, m'lord?

- I'll pay if you lose.

- Oh, thank you, m'lord.

Thank you, oh-ho.

- Tomorrow night at Dentry's barn.

- Yes, m'lord.

(melancholy music)

(birds chirping)

- Your chocolate, m'lady.

- Thank you Mrs. Armstrong.

- [Mrs. Armstrong] Good morning, m'lord.

- You admire the view?

- Very much.

- My grandfather widened the river valley.

My father cut down the wood
and removed a small hill.

- Indeed.

You have breakfasted?

- An hour since.

It's the Rohan star.

My mother charged me to
give it to you this morning.

- I don't want it.

I don't like being married.

I want to go back to my godmother.

- That, of course, is impossible.

- Well I can't stay here, I don't like it.

- I shan't require you to stay for long.

When we return to Grovener's Square

we shall have our own
rooms and go our own ways.

You may do as you please and

with your permission so shall I.

- I should prefer that.

Tell me.

Are all husbands and wives like us?

- [Lord Rohan] How do you mean?

- Do they all make the same arrangements?

- [Lord Rohan] Not invariably.

I can't understand it.

I don't want to seem discourteous

but I can't understand why
people like being married.

- I must have an heir.

- Is that why you married me?

To have an heir?

- It's all I ask of you.

You're young and beautiful.

Life can be very agreeable
if you choose to be sensible.

Take care of the star.

Better tell your maid
to put it away at once.

(knocking on the door)

- Come in.

Toby!

- Miss Rissa!

- Oh, Toby.

Toby, I am glad to see you.

Let me look at you.

- Miss Rissa, you didn't forget poor Toby.

- Did you think I should?

- At Madam Patchett's, they all laugh

and say you'll sure forget.

But I say, "No, some day Miss Rissa

"get establishment like she promised."

And now you've got
establishment, Miss Rissa.

- Yes, I've got an
establishment now, Toby.

- I wish you joy, Miss Rissa.

I bought it for a wedding gift.

- Oh, thank you, Toby.

I'll always treasure it.

(gasps)
- Why, Miss Rissa

is you crying?

- I'm not crying, Toby.

It's just that I'm so
happy to have a friend.

Today is our fourth wedding anniversary.

Yet more and more do I realise

that marriage does not really
mean happily ever afterwards.

I am the richer by a
magnificent ruby from Rohan.

But I would rather have a bunch of flowers

given in love.

(light music)

- Mr. Lawrence.

Is my little boy really as pretty as that?

- [Mr. Lawrence] Your ladyship
should be the better judge.

- I scarcely see him.

My husband insists that
he stays at Rohan Castle.

- [Mr. Lawrence] And you do
not care for Rohan Castle?

- I think it's an odious place.

Didn't you think so when you were there?

- [Mr. Lawrence] Mm, rather
too large for comfort.

- Far too large.

Dare I tell you a strange thing?

Whatever room you may go into,

you're certain to find my mother in law

playing Bezique with a curate.

(chuckling)

- [Mr. Lawrence] Yes, I observed that.

- You paint me as a happy mother.

I'm not very happy-

I'm scarcely a mother.

The child hardly knows me.

When he's five, he's to have a tutor

but after that, he's to go to Eton.

He's never really been mine.

And yet I smile because
I'm supposed to be happy.

- No, Lady Rohan, you smile
because you're fortunate.

- Aren't they the same thing?

- A dairy maid can be happy

but she's not obliged to
smile when she's retched.

The fortunate must pay their debt.

A great lady must never
be seen without a smile.

(laughing)

- My luck's out tonight.

- But there's laughter in heaven.

- And praise to all who
laughs when you lose.

- Clarissa, darling.

How are you?
- Hi, Jane!

It's an age since I saw you.

Where have you been?

- I've been in Yorkshire and
versatile, dull I found it.

Corning home, what do you think I saw?

Here.

- When did you get this?

- Yesterday in St. Albans.

It must be Hesther Shaw.

She ran off with a man called Barbary.

- I must go at once.

She may have gone before I can get to her.

- But surely you don't want to see her.

- But of course.

She's my friend.

(hooves clopping)

- Now Mary, don't grumble.

We're going to see a play
and you know you love a play.

- Yes, I know, but not
at this time of night.

Leaving on the spur of the
moment without any time to pack.

Oh, we don't even know we
can get a room at the inn.

- We can arrange all that
before we go to the theatre.

- Yes, but we're terribly late

and, oh, I wish we'd brought a footman.

- We want no more weight.

I like to travel fast.

- Hold.

Where are you going?

Speak up.

- Kindly address yourself to me.

- Your servant, ma'am.

Don't be alarmed by my
somewhat battered appearance.

It's the result of a
too-close acquaintance

with a gorse bush where my horse threw me.

Now the poor beast's gone lame.

So I must--

(man chuckling)

- Don't harm the boy.

We'll give you our money.

(chuckling)

- You mistake me, ma'am.

I'm no cutpurse.

- [Clarissa] Then why the pistols?

- They're merely my passports
to a journey in this coach.

You see, my horse has gone lame,

and I--
- You have a strange way

of asking favours.

I should have thought--
- Wait ma'am.

Were you never told not to interrupt?

Ow!

I shall do you no harm but I insist

on your taking me to St. Albans.

Inside, Sir Galahad.

(coach creaking)

Well, shall we proceed?

- The sooner the better.

Drive on.

- Qh, my lady.

Oh.

- A ladyship.

Oh, I'm in luck.

Tell your maid I shan't cut her throat.

" Oh!

- You're not afraid of
this person, are you Molly?

- Yes, m'lady, I am.

(man laughing)

- There are the lights of St. Albans.

If you pull the check
string, I'll get out.

- It's a pleasure.

- [Driver] Whoa, there.

- Thank you, my lady.

Oh, perhaps you'd accept
these weapons as souvenirs.

- (gasps) They're just pieces of wood.

- Yes, my mother told me never

to point firearms at a lady.

Especially so lovely a lady.

(gasps)

(light music)

Alright, there.

Drive on.

(hooves clopping)

- Oh, my lady, did you
ever know such imputence?

- Never.

Never.

- He hath commanded me to go to bed

and bade me to dismiss you.

- Dismiss me?

- [Desdemona] It was his bidding.

Therefore, good Emelia, Adieu.

- [Emilia] We must not now displease him.

I would you had never seen him.

- [Desdemona] Oh, so would not I.

My love doth not so approve him.

That even his stubbornness,
his cheques, his frowns--

Prithee unpin me.

Have grace and favour in them.

- [Desdemona] I have laid those sheets

you bade me on the bed.

Were not getting it over.

There are ducks who are putting
on a scene in the stage box.

At your turn at that.

- My mother had a maid called Barbara.

She had a song of willow.

An old thing 'twas.

- She died.

- She died singing it.

That song tonight will
not go from my mind.

- That lady, you remember.

Miss Hesther at Bath.

- Yes, I remember.

♪ Sing all our green willow ♪

♪ Willow, willow, willow ♪

♪ Oh me, the green willow ♪

♪ My garland must be ♪

(sighs)

Prithee hide thee.

He'll come along.

Good night, good night.

Heaven me such uses send.

Not to pick bad from bad

but by bad mend.

(light applauding)

- It is the cause, my soul.

It is the cause.

Let me not name it to
you, you chaste stars.

It is the cause.

Yet I'll not shed her blood.

- Miss Rissa, that's the
highwayman gentleman.

- Whiter hers than snow.

And smooth as monumental alabaster.

- A strolling player.

Oh, my lady, that's
worse than a highwayman.

- So that's why he wanted
to get here so quickly.

- Put out the lights

and then put out the lights.

If I quench thee thou flaming minister

I can thy former light restore.

Should I repent me but
once put out thy light.

Thou cunning'st pattern
of excelling nature,

I-

Thou cunning'st pattern
of excelling nature,

I know not where is that Promethean heat

that can thy light relume.

Ah balmy breath, that dost
almost persuade justice

to break her sword!

One more, one more.

- Molly, pencil and paper.

- Qh, my lady.

- It's alright, it's
not for the highwayman.

- [Othello] One more, and this the last.

So sweet was ne'er so fatal.

I must weep.

But they are cruel tears.

This sorrow's heavenly.

It strikes where it doth love.

She wakes.

- Who's there?

Othello!

- Aye, Desdemona.

Who's in the stage box, do you know?

- Will you come to bed, my lord?

The marchioness of Rohan.

- Have you prayed tonight, Desdemona?

- Aye, my lord.

- I never saw such loveliness in my life.

- Toby-

Go to the back of the stage

and give that note to Miss Hesther.

Tell her I'll send a
carriage around later.

- Yes, ma'am, yes Miss Rissa.

Miss Rissa?

Remember the gypsy wouldn't
tell Miss Hesther's fortune.

Miss Hesther, she not lucky.

Miss Hesther, she--
- Toby, do as I say.

- Yes, Miss Rissa.

- [Highwayman] I will not kill thy soul

- Talk you of killing?

- Aye.

I do.

How do you know her?

- Kill me tomorrow, let me live tonight.

I went to school with her.

- Nay if you strive.

You weren't in school with her.

- But half an hour.

I tell you, I was.

- Being done, there is no pause.

Something is not you, in return.

- While I say one prayer.

I have lived all my
life with scum like you.

- Oh!

(gagging)

- That's enough.

You brute.

- Toby-

Why haven't you gone?

- Miss Rissa, the black gentleman,

he know what Miss Hester is.

He done strangle her.

- Don't be silly, Toby, it's only a play.

Now run along.

- Yes, Miss Rissa.

But that black gentleman, he know best.

(Hesther moaning)

- Not dead.

Not quite yet dead.

- No thanks to you if I'm not.

- Aye that am cruel am yet merciful.

I would not have thee linger in my pain.

So, so.

Now try and answer back.

- It's a meal for a princess, my lady.

- You can go now, Molly.

I'll call you again when I want you.

- Very well, m'lady.

- Hesther!

Oh, Hesther, I'm so glad to see you.

But you didn't bring
your husband with you.

- It was scarcely practical.

He died two years ago.

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

I thought perhaps Mr. Rokeby might--

- Rokeby, my husband.

Heaven protect me, no.

- Well we'll have supper at once.

You must be ravenous.

- No, I'm not really hungry.

- Oh, and I planned all this so carefully.

- I seldom eat after a performance.

- Just a little cold roast duck.

I know how you used to dote on it.

Molly!

- Your ladyship has a wonderful memory.

- Your ladyship?

- You used to call me Clarissa.

- You're very condescending, Clarissa.

- You're as pretty and
as provoking as ever.

(sobbing)
(dramatic music)

- Why, Hesther.

Oh, Hesther, don't.

- You couldn't begin to
imaging the degradations

I've had to face.

The poverty, the squalor.

Filthy lodgings.

Bills.

Bills always unpaid.

I can tell you I've seen life,

one side of it since I
ran away from Patchett's.

You see, Ned, my husband, left the army.

He had to.

We tried many things.

But then we were off with our keep

by a company of strolling players.

After he died, I stayed on.

- I always said you wouldn't
be a school mistress.

Remember?

- I remember.

But if second chances were
offered in this world,

I wouldn't be so high and mighty now.

- Hesther.

You're coming to London with me.

- What do you mean?

- No, this isn't charity.

You said just now you'd
rather be a governess

than remain on the stage.

- People don't choose their governesses

from strolling players.

- You'd go to the devil
if you will interrupt me.

I have a little boy down at Rohan Castle.

He's left far too much with the servants.

And I need somebody to teach him.

Wouldn't you take on the job?

- Then what would my Lord Rohan say?

- Oh, I don't think he could object.

Come up to London and I'll arrange it.

- Would you tell him where you found me?

- Well, perhaps it would be better not.

What do you say?

- I say, yes.

- Then you will stay here the night.

And in the morning,

we will drive down--
- No, I must go get my things

and tell them at the theatre.

I'll come back in the morning.

- You must have my coach.

You can't possibly walk in the rain.

- My dear Clarissa, you'd be surprised

at the things I'd learned
to do since I left Bath.

- Miss Rissa.

I got something for you.

I kept it til she gone.

- Where did this come from?

- That gentleman sent it, Miss Rissa.

- [Clarissa] What gentleman?

- That black, white gentleman.

- What do you mean?

- When the Highwayman gentleman
done killed Miss Esther

on the bed, he a black devil.

When I see him he done
go white, Miss Rissa.

White as our lord.

He give me the flowers and he say,

"You give them to lovely lady," he say.

"When nobody by."

- Was that all?

- He give me this guinea.

- Oh, thank you, Toby.

Good night.

- Good night, Miss Rissa.

(light music)

- [Rokeby] While I ask pardon
for my highwayman manners,

I cannot create forgiveness
for the way I said farewell.

But though I should be penitent,

how can I regret a moment that is perhaps

all I shall ever know of paradise.

- And this is the very
place he held us up.

- I see now.

He did so that he be in time for the play.

- Heh-heh, trust Rokeby
to get what he wants.

- He's an unusual man.

Has he always been an actor?

- Well to my way of
thinking, he never has.

Then he's been everything by turn.

Actor, tutor, blacksmith, poet

and horse coper.

- Where--

(chuckles) Where did he come from?

- Eh?

- This Mr. Rokeby.

- Oh, from the West
Indies or some such place.

He says he has an estate on an island

off the Jamaican coast.

- Why does he lead the
life of a strolling player?

- Well he has some story

about the French seizing this island

and turning it over to the natives

and he says it's too much
trouble to put the matter right.

- To think he had the impudence
to kiss you, ladyship.

- He kissed you, did he?

- Oh please don't talk about it.

It's something I want to forget.

- You had better stop giving me things

until we're sure Lord
Rohan will let me stay.

- Oh but you will.

I don't often ask him favours.

But this time I shall insist.

- You can influence him?

- No, but we have an understanding.

I go my way and he goes his.

Come, try it on.

- That sounds as if you don't love him.

- I never have.

Nor he, me.

All the world knows that.

Were you in love with your husband?

- Very dearly.

But we were both so young.

We never had a penny.

He died in my arms.

- You're lucky to have been loved.

(hoofbeats approaching)

That's he.

That's Rohan.

I wonder if this is the
best time to see him.

Yes, I'll go now and settle it.

Good afternoon.

- Well good afternoon, Clarissa.

- Did you find everything
well at the castle?

- Yes, thank you.

- My Son?

- Well enough.

He's learning to ride.

And you found means of diverting yourself?

- Yes, I've been gaming
and to the playhouse.

On Thursday, I went to Lady Vespa's.

The Prince was there
with Mrs. Fitzherbert.

I think she's delightful.

- Uh-huh.

- Rohan, I have a guest here.

An old school friend of mine, a widow.

- I believe there are plenty of rooms.

- Well you don't understand.

I want her to stay here permanently.

- Eh?
- I think she'd be

a good governess for
David, and then we could

have him here with us.

I'm sure she'd be excellent.

She was Miss Patchett's cleverest pupil.

- The child needs no governess,

I intend to leave him
down at Rohan Castle.

- But Rohan, I've promised.

- There's no more to be said.

If you will choose to commit yourself.

(door opening)

- Oh, excuse me.

I wasn't aware.

- No, Hesther, don't go.

I want to present my husband.

This is Mrs. Barbary
of whom I was speaking.

- [Rohan] How do you do?

- Thank you, my lord, I'm well.

I'm a trifle confused.

I had expected to find only Clarissa here.

- My wife tells me that she
has made certain promises

to you which are impossible of fulfilment.

Oh, I understand.

I'll leave tomorrow.

- Mrs. Barbary.

You've misunderstood me.

If you wish it, you may
remain here indefinitely.

Not as governess, but
as my wife's companion.

- Rohan.

- Your lordship is most kind.

(dramatic music)

- I've never been so happy
as in these last few weeks.

Allowing Hesther to stay
here is the kindest thing

Rohan's ever done for me.

Perhaps I've misjudged him.

- Take these packages to my room.

- Yes, madam.

- Is her ladyship in?

- No, madam.

- Oh.

- Mrs. Barbary?

Lord Rohan would like
a word with you please.

- Of course.

In the library?

- No, no.

In his lordship's own rooms.

(knocking on door)

(door opening)

- You wish to speak to me, my lord?

- Yes, Mrs. Barbary.

You're quite comfortable here?

- Yes indeed, my lord.

- And no thought of leaving us?

- Why no, how could I
after your great kindness?

- You're not regretting
your decision to stay?

- On the contrary, I-I never knew

such unobtrusive comfort could exist.

That flowers could bloom
so sweetly in winter.

Or fires burn all clay so recklessly

for people who sometimes never come in.

I never knew the magic of a French cook.

Or the luxury of reading
books fresh from the printers.

Or that carriages could glide so smoothly.

- Did not your husband
give you these things?

- No, my lord, we were not wealthy.

We lived very quietly.

- Mrs. Barbary,

I'm not an easy man to deceive.

Why try to deceive me?

- What do you mean?

- A poor lone widow from St. Albans.

I believe it was St. Albans.

- I have lived there.

- After your lamented husband's death.

- That is true.

- Mrs. Barbary, shall
I refresh your memory?

So far from being a
respectable lone widow,

you're a strolling
player with a reputation

that would not bring discredit
to a woman of the streets.

And as for this husband whom
you so wistfully described

as having passed away in your loving arms,

he died of jail fever in fleet prison

after you'd deserted him in favour

of a more wealthy protector.

- You appear to be well informed, my lord.

- Was this deception
your idea or my wife's?

- She thought it better
not to mention the stage.

The rest I didn't tell her.

- I can understand you reticence.

- Can you?

I know this means I must go,

but why should you presume to judge me?

You've never known what
it is to be a pauper.

To see others enjoying the
things you know should be yours.

I've known it all my life.

True, I lied and cheated
my way into this house.

Well, I'd do it again.

You've got everything
here I've always wanted.

Wealth and comfort and luxury.

You sneered at me because
I was a strolling player.

I was.

I did deserve my husband
because he was a failure

and I don't intend to fail

no matter how I have to do
it or who has to suffer.

One day I'll get the things I want.

And they won't be doled
out to me on charity.

And not you nor 100 others like you,

with your smug self-satisfied
arrogance, will stop me!

Get out of my way!

Let me go!

- Ah!

Oh, no.

I never thought to find a woman

with a spirit as ruthless as mine.

You take what you want

until the devil were the consequences.

So do I.

(trumpeting horns blasting)

(crowd clamouring)

- That's Mogul, sir, Lord Rohan's beast.

- Hm, what's known about his chances?

Is he here?

- Over there, sir, with Mrs. Barbary.

- Oh, so that's the Barbary, hey?

- He came down in style
with her on one side

and his wife on the other.

- I don't like to see it

I have a regard for Lady Rohan.

- You don't like her, do you?

You hear that, gentlemen?

Mrs. Fitzherbert doesn't like the Barbary.

We'll quiz Rohan until he
leaves the Barbary at home.

- Can I still get the odds?

- I think so, m'lord.

- Then wager another thousand guineas.

- Yes, m'lord.

- 100 of it is yours.

- You're too generous, Rohan.

- And you're too effusive.

These people are Clarissa's friends.

Where is she?

- Oh, gone off somewhere with
that nigger urchin of hers.

- You better find her.

The race will start soon.

- [Man With Sword] 26
inches of cold steel.

The slightest nick means death.

(drum beating)

- Ladies and gentlemen,
it is my proud privilege

to introduce to you, Abdul,
the scourge of Stamboul.

Umlagi, the Nubian Hercules

who at Barnes' fair, with no other weapons

but his mighty arms fought

a full grown--
- Miss Rissa.

- The black, white gentleman, over there.

With all the half naked gentlemen.

- So it is.

- That's right, Miss Rissa.

The highwayman gentleman
who done kiss you.

- That'll do, Toby.

Come along.
- Men, they

await your challenge.

Ladies, come inside and see what

your husbands are made of.

- Hey, Zambo.

Zambo you bark for a while.

- But Miss Rissa.

Why are you go away?

- We must get back to the others, Toby.

- Lady Rohan.

- Are you addressing me, sir?

- Well I don't hope that you remember

but we once shared a coach to St. Albans.

- I'm never to forget my
more unpleasant experiences.

- I deserve that but I had hoped my note--

- Yes, and the flowers.

I'd forgotten the flowers.

But they don't excuse your conduct.

- Of course not.

- Then we'll say no more about it.

- Well that's generous of you.

And to show that you
really have forgiven me,

may I show you the fair?

- Oh, no, I haven't time,
I must be getting back.

- Please.

- I'm sorry.

- Got it.

- You won!

- What would you like, sir?

There you are, sir.
- Thank you.

Well here's a thing and
a very pretty thing.

Do you accept this pretty thing?

- Thank you.

(chuckling)

(whistling)
(laughing)

I wonder where Toby is.

- The last time I saw him he was watching

my nigger Zambo beating the drum.

He was very impressed.

- Would you wait for me a moment?

- [Man] Find the lady, my lucky gentlemen.

Find the lady.

The more you put down, the more you--

Find the lady, my lucky gentleman.

The more you put down,
the more you'll pick up.

- Don't you remember me?

You once told my fortune in Bath.

You said I'd marry a man in grey.

- So I did, my lovely ladyship, so I did.

And you have, eh?

Aye, it's all here.

I told you he wasn't the one for you.

That another would come
from over the seas.

Aye, that's the one.

- But that's absurd.

We scarcely know each other.

I must go.

- Not before I've warned you.

Remember what I told you before?

Women isn't lucky to you.

Never forget that.

As one who is out to harm you, she'll--

- Well, what does the future
hold for her ladyship?

Health, wealth?

She has these.

How 'bout happiness?

- That's there,

if she'll grasp it.

- Well if you've finished hers,

how 'bout tending to mine?

- Ask the lady.

She knows.

(crowd clamouring)

- What did she mean?

Can you tell a fortune?

- Give me your hand.

You should ought to go back

to the place you come
from, my pretty gentleman.

- Where's that?

- Way across the sea, far, far way.

I see a T.

No, it's a J, that's Jamaica.

Black men isn't lucky for
you, my pretty gentleman.

They'd taken away what's yours.

- How the devil--

I beg your pardon.

How on earth--
- It's in your hand

my pretty gentleman.

I can see an island.

- Hm?

(laughing)

- Tell me about your island.

(crowd cheering)

- Is Mogul winning?

- Come up here along with me, my dear.

There's room.
- No, thank you.

(hoofbeats stampeding)

Mogul, what's happened to Mogul.

- Still running Madame.

Sun Style's won.

(drum beating)

- Calm down, calm up.

Ladies and gentlemen.

It is my proud privilege
to introduce to you,

on my left, Abdul, the
scourge of Stamboul.

On my right, Umlagi--

- Toby-

You will get a whipping for this.

Where's her ladyship?

- Over there with the
black, white gentleman.

- Go back to the carriage and wait.

- Yes, Miss Hesther.

- There are hummingbirds
no bigger than butterflies.

Brighter than jewels.

And flowers like you've never seen before.

Then there's the house.

You'd love the house.

It's cool, white, gracious.

The pillared colonnades.

- [Clarissa] Sounds lovely.

When I was a little girl, I used to dream

of a place like that.

Adorable place that I
seem to know so well.

- I've been looking for you everywhere.

- (whistling) Why, if
it isn't the Barbary.

But how do you two--

So that was how you were
able to tell my fortune.

- The race is over.

- Oh, and I missed it.

Did Mogul win?

- No, he didn't.

And I fear Lord Rohan will be
very annoyed at your absence.

- Oh, I must go make my peace with him.

Will you take these?

Oh, except that.

I'd like to keep that.

Good bye.
- Good bye.

(light music)

(laughing)

- Madame Circe, allow me
to present Madame Barbary.

You know, you two should know each other.

You have so much in common.

Well, why did you send for me?

- I'm living with the
Rohans at Grovener's Square.

- I congratulate you.

- His lordship needs a librarian.

I could put your name
forward for the post.

- Why should you?

- I'd like to do a good
turn to an old friend.

- We were never friends
and you never did anybody

a good turn since you were born.

Does Lady Rohan know about this?

- Why do you ask?

- Did she send you?

- As if I should tell you.

There is such a thing as
honour among women, you know.

- Oh, I see.

You often send her on errands like this?

- One must endeavour to
please one's employers.

All women are very much
the same, you know.

We should, none of us,
be put on pedestals.

Do you accept'?

- Hm?

Oh, yes.

I'd be a fool to refuse, wouldn't I?

- Then you'd best call at
Grovener's Square in the morning.

I'll speak to Lord Rohan
and (voice trails off).

- [Mr. Rokeby] Good morning, m'lady.

- Mr. Rokeby.

What on earth are you doing here?

- Librarians are usually
to be found in libraries.

- Your occupations seem
to change somewhat.

First you're a highwayman, then an actor,

then a barker at a fair.

And now you're a librarian.

I wonder what you'll be next, Mr. Rokeby.

- Well that depends on your ladyship.

- On me?

I don't understand.

- Don't you?

And yet you knew I was coming here.

- Knew?

I'm astounded.

You know you do turn up in
the most unexpected places.

- You mean you had no
idea of my coming here?

- Well I told you, Mr. Rokeby.

Why do you keep asking?

- Oh, I just wanted to make sure.

(chuckling)

So, it seems I have Mrs. Barbary to thank

for my good fortune.

- Hesther?

Oh, so she arranged it to surprise me.

Isn't that just like her?

- Yes.

Just like her.

- Well, please don't take my
surprise as lack of welcome.

Of course I knew Lord Rohan
wanted a new librarian

but I'd no idea it'd be you.

- It wouldn't have been if Mrs. Barbary

hadn't sought me out
and offered me the post.

She gave the impression
the idea was yours.

- You must have mistaken her.

But I'm very glad you're here.

- I shan't be for long.

I'm to go to Rohan Castle.

- Oh, you won't like it there.

I should think you'd
find that poor exchange

for the house you're telling me of.

The white house with
the pillared colonnade

and the hummingbirds and the flowers.

- Except that it's in ruins.

My father died defending it.

- What happened?

- Oh, the French incited the slaves

and they rose and murdered
every white man on the island.

- But have you never tried to get it back?

- No.

No, I'd have to do a deal of killing

before I could reclaim it.

I'd rather bark at fairs
or browse among the books

of Rohan Castle than make
targets of poor blacks.

- You like people, don't you?

I do too.

The world would be a much happier place

if people like each other a little more.

- [Granger] Your horse is waiting, m'lady.

- I must go.

(light music)

I've kept you too long with my chattering.

- [Granger] My lady.

- Thank you, Granger.

I shall have something to say to Hesther

for not telling me you were coming.

- Yes, I should have
something to say to her too.

- Isn't it a lovely day?

(hoofbeats clopping)

- Tomorrow night?

- I don't see how I can.

Clarissa's going to the masquerade.

I can't always have a headache.

- If you'd let me find a house for you,

you could break with Clarissa.

- Why me?

Suppose you break with Clarissa?

- Eh, what do you mean?

Oh, no.

You can put that thought
right outta your head.

There'll be no scandal.

- Very well.

We must wait.

Perhaps she'd go to Rohan Castle soon.

- She can't endure the place.

- I have an idea she may find
it more endurable this summer.

- Let's hope you're right.

(light music)

- Well good morning.

You're up early.

- What are you doing here?

Get out!

- Dear, dear, how unfriendly.

I was hoping for a nice little chat.

- What do you want?

- I'll tell you just this.

I've seen now why you brought me here.

You wanted Clarissa and me to fall in love

with each other, didn't you?

Well, as far as I'm
concerned, you've succeeded.

But as a cover for your affair with Rohan,

it's not going to help at all.

- You're going to tell her?

- No.

No, she has a quality
you wouldn't understand.

Loyalty to her friend.

She wouldn't believe me.

- Then what do you want?

You say you love her.

Well, so do I him.

And if anyone tries to come
between us, so much the worse.

I have no quarrel with
those who don't interfere.

But if you love her, keep
her from getting in my way.

- Pretty speech and endearing character.

Has anyone ever told
you what a slut you are?

- Oh, you an insult me if you wish

but I tell you--
- For once you've spoken

the truth, my dear.

I do believe you would stop at nothing.

- Then remember it.

- But there's one factor
you've overlooked.

Me.

You see, I'm not a gentleman.

And I swear by god that if she comes

to any harm through you,

I'll break that lovely neck of yours

with less regret than
I'd stamp on a snake.

(gasps)

Good night!

- [Clarissa] He's been gone a week

and Grovener's Square is
intolerable without him.

For the first time, I
wish I was at Rohan Castle

but of course I cannot follow him.

I'd reached the castle in the morning.

He was surprised to see
me and looked grave.

But I made him take me out on the lake

and soon we were laughing

as I could neither of us have
laughed since he went away.

The sun was shining and
birds singing overhead

and I knew that life
had some meaning again.

I can't think how I ever
came to dislike Rohan Castle.

But then, I'd never seen it in the autumn.

I can't stay much longer

and yet I can't bare to speak of going.

Today I told him.

Our gallop within the
downs had made me bold.

Indeed when I'm riding with Rokeby,

I seem to lose all sense of fear.

So I told him quite plainly
that it was not my wish

he should remain at Rohan
Castle over the winter.

He answered very coldly

and pretended he'd misunderstood me.

But what am I to do?

I can't impeach him to
follow me to London.

Back in Grovener's Square.

But every hour of the
day is empty without him.

I'd dress myself and go out and smile

and dance and chatter, but I
scarcely know what I'm doing.

I must go away.

I must get the better of this madness.

For it is madness to love a
man who never thinks of one.

So I went to the George
Lams for almost a week.

But when I returned to Grovener's square

it was more miserable than ever.

And then, I went into the library

and he was there.

We didn't say anything

because there was
nothing we needed to say.

(light music)

I love him.

I love him and he loves me.

But now he wants to leave me

to sail to Jamaica and win back his island

so that he can take me there.

I tried to dissuade him
but he seems determined.

- Toby.

Do you know what I was doing?

- No, Miss Hesther.

I never done see you
reading Miss Rissa's diary.

- Do you remember when the gypsy refused

to tell me my fortune?

You told them in the kitchen

it was because I was a witch.

- No, Miss Hesther.

If they tell you that, they
try to make me trouble.

- But it's true, Toby.

You're the only one
clever enough to know it.

So you see, if you ever
tell anybody anything

about my reading that book, I'll know.

I can hear what's being
said 100 miles away.

So take care, Toby.

Because if I get angry, the
flesh will drop off your bones

and your heart will burn up.

- Yes, Miss Hesther.

- Hah.

- Oh, Clarissa.

I-I just came in to find you.

- Hesther, I'm in a hurry.

What is the matter with Toby?

I met him in the corridor racing

as though the devil were at his heels.

Hesther, there's something
I want to tell you.

- Yes?

- Rokeby and I are in love.

- Rokeby?

I never dreamt it.

- He wants to go back at
once to the West Indies.

- Well, you'll go with him?

- I want to but he said he
must clear off the rebel slaves

before he'd dare take me there.

- Well it's not for me to persuade you

but if you love him,
whatever the danger is,

you should face them with him.

- You think so too.

I'll insist.

I'll tell Rohan.

I'll ask him to set me free.

- Tell Rohan before you go?

But that would be fatal.

He'd stop you.

- But Rokeby insists upon telling him.

- Clarissa, for heaven's
sake, don't let him.

- Why not?

Rohan's not in love with me.

- But don't you see, they'll fight.

Rohan will kill him.

- Of course.

Rokeby wouldn't avoid it.

I'll dissuade him.

I must fly.

- Mrs. Barbary.

One moment please.

- Yes, my lord.

- Whom has Clarissa gone to meet?

- How should I know?

- Don't lie to me.

It's Rokeby, isn't it?

- Rokeby?

I don't believe it.

- Then you haven't used your eyes.

Clarissa may have as many
lovers as she pleases

but she must choose them decently.

- What will you do?

- Keep her at Rohan Castle
til she comes to her senses

and send him out of the country.

- You won't let her go?

- And tell the world my wife's
deceived me with a lackey?

Her ladyship, what was her destination?

- Vauxhall Gardens, m'lord.

(orchestral music)

- Oh, Miss Rissa.

Master Rokeby.

My lord, him coming.

I think he looking for you, Miss Rissa.

- We must go.
- No.

No, this settles it.

Lord Rohan.

- [Lord Rohan] Who's there?

- [Rokeby] It's Swinton Rokeby.

A word with you please.

- Go to my carriage at the west gate.

- Just one moment, Lord Rohan.

- That'll do, Rokeby, I'll
deal with you presently.

- You may as well have the truth now.

Your wife believes that
I can make her happier

than you've ever tried.

I ask you to set her free.

If you feel your honour
demands satisfaction,

I place myself at your disposal.

- I may be obliged to thrash you, Rokeby,

but we can hardly fight.

And as for your freedom, Clarissa,

coming from this adventurer,

the suggestion's damned insolence.

No doubt, when he learns that

apart from you marriage
settlement, you're penniless,

and that even that will be forfeit

if you disgrace my name he'll
think better of his bargain.

- Well, there's only one answer to that.

Go home and pack any clothes you need.

I'll call for you later tonight.

- Swinton, you wont'--
- Please, go.

(light music)

- Wait.

You damned arrogant swine.

It's time someone told you
the truth about yourself.

Just because you've had
everything poured into your lap

and better men to do your bidding,

you think you're some kind of being apart.

Well, you're not.

You're just a well bred scoundrel

whose treatment of his wife
has been beyond contempt.

You tricked her into marrying you

to perpetuate your rotten line.

You gave her no love, no understanding

and now you betray her in her own home

with a friend she trusts.

All London condemns you for it

and will applaud her for leaving you.

- I've changed my mind
about thrashing you, Rokeby.

It'll give me great pleasure to kill you.

Name your time and weapons.

(grunting)

- Well.

The time is now and weapons are these.

(dramatic music)

Ooh!

- Rohan.

We can't have this.

Get these people away.

Rohan, what the devil?

This is no place for a sparring match.

Come away, man.

- Not til I finished
with this fellow, sir.

- Not here, the place is far too public.

Come away.

(light music)

- Mr. Rokeby.

- [Swinton] What?

- Forgive me.

I know your name and a
little of the circumstances.

People are talking.

- Let them talk.

I'll take her away from all this.

- I don't think you realise how
cruel her position would be.

The slights, the indignities.

I know better than most.

- I'll take her far away.

The West Indies.

I'll make a home for her there.

- [Mrs. Fitzherbert]
What's to become of her

while you're making it?

- Well, that's the trouble.

I had meant to come back for her

when I could offer her safety and security

but Rohan's insults.
- Has insults

changed the situation?

Don't sacrifice her because you're angry.

- But how can I leave
her with him after this.

- I fancy, when you are gone,

her friends would insist on a separation.

She has many partisans.

Influences might be exerted

which would be more
persuasive than your fists.

- I've sent Toby for a post chase.

He'll meet you at the
corner of the square.

- Bless you, Hesther.

I've left some rings and my seed pearls

on the dressing table.

They're for you in case
you are in difficulties.

- This note just came for you.

- It's from Rokeby to tell me where...

Hesther.

He's gone.

He's gone without me.

- No.

No, it's impossible.

He--

"A good friend has persuaded me..."

The fool.

Clarissa!

Clarissa.

Don't lose your head.

Quick, the back stairs.

- Where is Clarissa?

- She's lying down in her room.

She has a headache.

- She's gone to that fellow.

- To Rokeby?

- I half expected it.

I should have been here before

but the prince detained me.

- I swear, I had nothing to do with it.

But you'll go after her?

Perhaps she's only gone to Lady Marr's

or the William Lam's.

Go to them.

Go to everyone you can think of.

- What?

Go around the town beating after my wife?

It would be a pretty exhibition.

Let her go.

It's too late to avoid a scandal now.

If she likes mud, let her sink in it.

(door opening)
(light music)

- Oh, I thought you'd gone.

I was so terrified you'd be gone.

- Oh, my darling, why did you come?

Didn't you get my note?

- Yes, but I couldn't let you go alone.

- Well that's why I didn't say goodbye.

- You've got to take me with you.

I don't mind the dangers, I
can face anything with you.

I know you're thinking of my safety

but I'm thinking of our happiness.

My place is with you.

Hesther says so too.

Women see things differently, you know.

- It's not possible, Clarissa.

Darling, come and sit down.

There'll be weeks of fighting.

I can't take you to an island overrun

by half-crazed savages.

- But you said you'd take me with you.

- I know.

That was Rohan's insults.

I was mad to think of
it, even for a moment.

- But,

if you go without me, I know,

I know something will happen.

We'll never be together again.

- Darling, don't, please.

God knows there's nothing
I wouldn't do for you

but for your safety I
can't take you with me.

And for your happiness,
I-l must first own back

the things that are mine.

- I can't go back to Rohan.

- Oh, you've not read my note.

You're to go to Lady Marr til I return.

Oh, believe me, darling,
it's the only way.

And if you're to be my wife,

you must learn to obey me.

- Must I go now?

- No.

Not now.

Stay with me til I sail.

Look how calm the night is.

It's a good omen.

To have a calm sea and a following wind.

- The moon is high.

There are clouds coming up.

- And this time next
year, we'll watch it rise

over the magnolias in our own garden.

- In the house with the white colonnade

overlooking the sea.

- My travels will be over.

I shall have brought
all duty home with me.

And nothing left worth
seeing in the world.

- I don't think I an bear this.

I'm sorry but I can't, I really can't.

- Oh, we must.

- Swinton.

Take this.

Give me something of yours.

- This?

I don't want to come home
and find you taking snuff.

It's an abominable habit for a woman.

- I shall smoke cheroots

like the ladies of the Spanish town.

How long have we got?

- About 10 minutes.

- And then, before you sail?

- You see that sea wall?

(water lapping)

When the water reaches the tide mark

we shall leave the harbour.

- I shall watch your ship
until I can't see it anymore.

- No, go inside.

You'll be cold out here.

- I want to see it to the very last.

- Clarissa, there's something
I've got to say to you.

I wish you wouldn't place so
much confidence in Hesther.

I tried to warn you before but every time

I say it--
- Don't spoil our last

moments together.

She's the only friend I've got.

The only person who ever
loved me before you came.

- Darling.

- We only had one summer together.

It's not much in a lifetime, is it?

- There'll be others.

- No.

No others.

- If I thought that I wouldn't go.

I couldn't live without you, Clarissa.

I couldn't live without you.

The beginning and end of
everything I've ever wanted.

I couldn't lose you, I couldn't.

- How foolish we are.

It's less than a year.

- A day without you is too long.

- So many ships sail
across the world every day

and back again.

It's nothing.

It's time you went.

Better go now.

Quickly.

(light music)

- Take care of her, Toby.

And never leave her
alone with Mrs. Barbary.

- No, Master Rokeby.

That Mrs Barbary, she deadly nightshade.

- Mm.

Goodbye, Toby.

(water lapping)
(dramatic music)

- Miss Rissa, please come in.

You catch cold, Miss Rissa.

- Courage, Toby.

I want to go as soon as I
can't see the ship anymore.

- Yes, Miss Rissa.

(ominous music)

- Why have you brought me here?

- We're looking after you.

- No, no.

Lady Marr's.

I promised I'd go to Lady Marr's.

Hesther!

(dramatic music)

Hesther.

- [Toby] Miss Rissa!

Miss Rissa!

(sombre music)

- I conjecture the fever
will return tonight.

Care and warmth are
still prime necessities.

But if efficient care is taken, m'lord,

I think she will recover.

- You have confidence in the nurse?

- I have impressed upon
her that constant vigilance

is of the utmost importance.

(door opening)
(light music)

(rain pattering)

- Hesther.

You'll have to go.

- You mean you--

You're tearing me out of the house?

- Society has been pleased
to resent your presence here.

Even the prince has made some
damned efficious remarks.

- You mean Mrs. Fitzherbert.

- You may have a new
establishment, Hesther,

anywhere you please, but discreet.

- And alone.

- Ostensibly.

- Where shall I be without
Clarissa's protection?

- You will have mine.

- Very different, Rohan.

- A kept woman.

- What were you before you came here?

- And Clarissa going off with Rokeby.

Is she any better?

Is she so virtuous?

- My wife is a Rohan.

No scandal will be attached to her name.

- You mean you'll forgive her?

- Forgive is a stupid word.

I've already forgotten the incident.

- I'm sorry, Rohan.

It was just the thought of
being separated from you,

I couldn't bear.

- It's 1000 pities I didn't meet you

before I married.

You're more to me than I
thought any woman could be.

But Clarissa is my wife.

- [Hesther] I understand.

I'll leave in the morning.

(romantic music)

- Find a house quickly.

(dramatic music)

(light music)

(gasps)

- [Nurse] Why, m'lady.

What are you about?

- I've got to pack.

I'm going to Lady Marr's.

- Come along, dear.

Come along.

Get back to bed.

There's a love.

- Oh, what's this?

How could you let her get up?

- Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am.

I only dropped off for a minute.

I've been up these three nights.

- Oh, you must be terribly tired.

You go to bed and I'll sit with her.

- [Nurse] Very well, ma'am.

Keep her warm, mind.

Keep up the fire and call
me if there's any change.

Here's her sleeping draught.

10 drops in half a glass of water.

Good night, ma'am.

- Good night, nurse.

- [Clarissa] ls that Hesther?

- Yes, love.

I'm going to sit with you.

- I'm so glad.

My head is torture.

I shan't die, shall I?

- No, of course not.

You'll be better soon.

I'm going to give you your drops.

- It's so hot.

It's always hot on the island.

We shall bathe all day, he says.

You can look down through the sea.

It's like crystal and see the flying fish

and the hummingbirds.

Not humming birds.

Coral.

- Here.

Don't talk so much.

Drink this.

There.

- Oh, your hand is lovely and cold.

We used to make snowballs at Bath.

It was snowing the day you came.

It's disagreeable being so ill and thin.

I can't go til I pay the bill.

- [Hesther] Sh, dear.

- Rokeby will pay the bill when he comes.

- Hush.

Go to sleep.

(suspenseful music)

What are you doing here?

Go away.

- But Miss Hesther.

I got to stop with Miss Rissa.

I promised Master Rokeby.

- You know what I told you.

You know what I can do.

- Yes, Miss Hesther, I
know what you can do.

- Then go!

- Hesther.

I thought you'd gone.

Stay with me.

I feel safer when you're here.

It's easy in his arms, safe.

Hold my hand.

You're so good to me.

I've always known that whatever happened

I could rely on you.

- Hush.

Go to sleep.

- Tell Miss Patchett to put out the light.

(light music)

(clock chimes once)

(clock chimes three times)

(suspenseful music)

(window opening)

(wind blowing)
(rain pouring)

(dramatic music)

(light music)

- [School Girl] She is
both lovely and amiable.

Even you, Miss, will find her so.

- [Clarissa] I'm Clarissa Richmond.

Will you have a sugared violet?

- [Miss Edge] She is the only girl

in this house who will not despise you

because you are disconnected and poor.

- [Clarissa] You shall share all I've got

and then you can't be envious.

I always said you wouldn't
be a school mistress.

Remember?

Hesther, you're going to London with me.

You're so good to me.

I've always known that whatever happened

I could rely on you.

So cold.

- [Rohan] You'll have to go.

You're more to me than I
thought any woman could be

but Clarissa is my wife.

(dramatic music)

(bell tolling)

- As for the Rohan Star,

lock it up with the rest of the jewels.

It won't be wanted again
til my son marries.

What do you want?

- To tell you I leave in the morning.

- Leave?

- You were most insistent that I should.

- It's different now.

- Quite different.

I could have remained with Clarissa.

Now it's impossible.

- Yes.

There's some reason in that.

We shall have to find you a house.

- No, Rohan.

That's a position I don't care to occupy.

It's better we part.

- I won't permit it.

- [Hesther] You can't prevent it.

- What exactly do you want?

- As strange as it may seem, a reputation.

- So that's what you're after.

Marriage.

How can that serve you?

Clarissa's friends will see to
it that you are not received.

- 12 months from now
they'll have forgotten.

Old scandals are tedious.

Still, you'd be very unwise to marry me,

I quite see that.

I'll go tomorrow.

- Very well, Hesther.

If I've got to marry you to keep you,

then I'll marry you.

- Is that a promise?

- It's a capitulation.

(rain pattering)

(tapping on window)

- Toby!

We thought you'd run away for good.

Where the devil have you been?

- Master, master.

Is the witch done gone?

- Witch?

Who do you mean?

- The maid, my master.

She all you say.

- What nonsense is this?

Come now, who are you speaking of?

- The witch, Master.

The witch.

(fire crackling)

- [Clarissa] I am happy beyond words

that Hesther has come to live with us.

To me, Hesther is the
sister that I'd never had.

I'm no longer alone

for I have with me my closest friend.

My dearest, dearest sister.

- Rohan.

Clarissa would have wished
me to do this for her.

- Naturally.

Let me help you.

- No.

Not that.

I gave it to her.

- Ah, something to remember her by.

The sentimental side to your nature

is a thing I never suspected.

- Why not?

She was my friend.

The best I ever had.

- Quite touching.

And true.

Clarissa was indeed a good friend to you.

- I've said so.

- And it's the most
natural thing in the world

that you should want to look after her.

No doubt that's why
you dismissed the nurse

on the night she died.

- The poor woman hadn't had
any sleep for three nights.

- Very thoughtful of you.

Of course, that's what she was paid for.

- Rohan.

You're not blaming me.

I did exactly as she said.

- Just what was that?

- I had to give Clarissa
her sleeping drops.

- That would make her sleep

through almost anything, wouldn't it?

Was that all?

- I had to build up the fire and wait.

- [Rohan] For what?

- Well, she had a fever, she was restless.

She might have thrown off the covers.

- [Rohan] Did she?

- I, I can't remember.

- You remember building up the fire?

- Yes, of course.

- You're lying.

- Rohan, why do you say that?

Why are you torturing me?

I may have been careless
and gone to sleep.

In fact, I did and when I
woke up the fire was out.

- You murdered Clarissa.

You locked the door
and you damped the fire

and you pulled the covers--
- How can you say that?

How can anyone say that?

I was alone here,

there's not a soul.
- You weren't alone.

- What do you mean?

- You thought you'd arranged it so well.

You sent the nurse away.

You turned Toby from the
door and there she lay.

Your friend at your mercy.

But you were not alone.

(dramatic music)

He was there.

After you'd drawn back the
curtains to let in the night air

he saw everything you did.

- I don't believe it.

He wasn't, he couldn't have been.

- He promised never to
leave you alone with her.

- You believe that slave's brat before me?

- Why do you suppose he'd ran away?

He knew what you were.

Evil.
- It isn't true, Rohan.

I swear it isn't!

- It is one time you
will tell me the truth.

You murdered her, didn't you?

Didn't you?

- Yes.

Yes, yes!

She stood between us and our happiness.

I did it for you, I did it--

(sobbing)

- You killed my wife.

- She was nothing to you.

She never loved you, I love you.

Rohan!

Rohan, listen.

- You killed a Rohan.

Who dishonours us, dies.

(gasps)

- You're not gonna inform against me.

You're not gonna let them hang me!

- I'll not leave that heritage to my son.

But you're not going to escape.

(suspenseful music)

- Oh, Rohan.

No.

No!

No!

No!

(screaming)

- [Auctioneer] Three guineas on bid.

16 guineas for this
trinket box and contents

said to have belonged to
the Lovely Lady Rohan.

17.

18.

19.

20 guineas.

Thank you, madam.

20 guineas on bid.

Come, come.

We can't waste any more time
on a small item like this.

20 guineas?

Very well.
(gavel bangs)

To Mrs. B. on the--

- It's too late, it's gone.

- Peter, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault.

- Of course it isn't.

- If I hadn't stopped
to have my fortune told

by that gypsy.
- It doesn't matter.

I've got better things
to do with my money now.

- But you wanted to take something back

belonging to the Rohans.

- Perhaps I shall.

You know, I take back what
I said about her yesterday.

She has got rather a sweet face.

Well, where do we go from here?

- When do we have to get back?

- Not til tonight.

- Then let's get the first bus we see

and go wherever it takes us.

- Suits me.

Wherever it takes us.

(chuckling)

(dramatic music)

- Isn't it a lovely day.