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[ Theme music ]

[ Pad of his footsteps ]

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My darling sister.

It isn't going to be at all what we expected.

The house is old and quaint and altogether delightful.

Red brick.

The hall itself is practically a room.

From there, you go right or left into dining room or drawing room.

Straight ahead there are the stairs going up to the first floor.

Three bedrooms there and three attics above.

There's a very big witch elm at the back of the house.

I quite love that tree already.

And of course more ordinary trees.

Flower beds, bluebells, forget-me-nots.

Peonies, irises and azaleas.

And a wisteriaand clematis which grows all around the house.

And now for the family themselves.

[ Clicking ]

This morning I was awakened by a clicketing sound

- coming from the garden. - [ Clicking continues ]

- Oh, blast! - It was Charles, the older son,

practicing his croquet on the lawn.

I must stress the word practicing!

A bit later I heard more clacketing.

[ Clacking ]

At first I thought they were having a game.

But no. It was Mr. Wilcox practicing his croquet.

Mr. Wilcox prefers three hoops, Charles one.

After a bit comes Miss Evie Wilcox.

She does exercises on a calisthenics machine

that is hanging from a pergola.

At last comes Mrs. Wilcox,

who is a creature of a very different sort.

Because for all their croquet and calisthenics,

Mrs. Wilcox seems, of all of them,

to belong most completely to Howards End.

And it to her.

Paul, younger son, arrives this morning.

"Much love. Modified love to Tibby. And love to Aunt Juley.

So good of her to come and keep you company."

But what a bore for you. Burn this.

"Will write again Thursday. Helen."

But what sort of people are these Wilcoxes, Margaret?

- I don't understand. - I don't know any more than you do.

We met them in Germany. We had an awful expedition

from Heidelberg to Speyer to see the old cathedral there.

We met the Wilcoxes in the public gardens.

They hadn't any German. We took some drives together.

Then they invited us to visit them when we came home.

Then Tibby got hay fever and Helen went on alone.

That's really all I can tell you.

Oh, you girls have always been so independent.

Isn't that generally reckoned to be a good thing, Aunt Juley?

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

But I have always thought that the care of your sister and brother

too great a burden to place upon a young woman of your tender years.

Your youth has practically been thrown away on your precious independence.

- "Practically"...? - Yes, Margaret! It has.

Who is to say what the result might have proved by now

had your father left you in my care?

Which I know your dear mother would have wished.

Oh, dear Aunt Juley, let's not go over that again.

Poor Mother left it up to Papa to decide.

Papa left it up to me and I don't think I've done so badly after all.

And I've always valued your advice.

Yes, but you never take it.

Oh, I'm not saying you've done badly by Helen and Tibby, dear.

- Just for yourself. - Aunt Juley!

Excuse me, Miss, but Master Tibby's asking for you again.

Thank you, Nancy.

Annie, I think you can clear away the breakfast things now.

Yes, Miss.

[ Letterbox flap clacks ]

[ HELEN ] Dearest Meg, I do wish you were here.

The Wilcoxes continue to fascinate.

Miss Schlegel, this is my brother Paul.

Paul, Miss Schlegel is stopping with us for the week.

- How do you do? - How do you do?

Paul, younger brother, is quite the handsomest of the lot.

But not a bit conceited nor over-serious like Charles,

older brother.

Mr. Wilcox runs the Imperial and West African Rubber Company

And says the most horrid things so nicely!

When I said I believed in equality between the sexes,

he gave me such a setting-down as I have never had.

Like all really strong people,

he did it without hurting me.

My dear Miss Schlegel, there is no equality among men.

How can there be equality between men and women?

What civilization has ever existed

on terms of perfect equality among its constituents?

What household for that matter?

Only Paul tried to come to my rescue

but he was quite over-matched.

But then oughtn't your anti-Suffragists

- object to being ruled by a woman for 63 years? - Bosh!

- 64. - No, it was 63. - Why is it bosh?

You can't say "bosh" just when someone disagrees with you.

You can if it is bosh.

It's bosh because the exception proves the rule.

And you will search in vain for as violent an enemy

of your Suffragists as the late queen.

But, well, wasn't that hypocrisy in her?

Not at all.

- Bosh! - [ All laugh ]

There was no hypocrisy in it.

It showed her perfect disinterest in the controversy.

"In five minutes he took up everything we were raised to believe in

and ripped it entirely to shreds.

It was lovely." Oh, dear.

One sound man of business does more good to the world

than a dozen of your social reformers.

- Oh! - "But I have saved the best part for last."

Well, I dread to hear it.

I do suppose the arguments against women's suffrage

are frightfully strong, Mrs. Wilcox.

Are they? I never follow any arguments.

I'm only too thankful not to have to vote myself.

Would you pour the coffee, please, Mazy? Thank you.

And suddenly the discussion was over.

I was never so much surprised in my life.

So you see, Meg, I've got everything upside-down again.

It's not Mr. Wilcox who rules at Howards End,

but his wife.

She slams no doors, states no facts.

And does no calisthenics.

They worship and obey her.

It makes one worship them in turn.

Why our Helen should be so charmed to find

her deepest convictions so easily disaggregated,

I simply cannot imagine.

I think she's infatuated with the lot of them.

- [ Music plays ] - [ Laughter ]

[ Music drowns out Mr. Wilcox's voice ]

[ Music drowns out speech ]

Off we go! Onwards!

They sound to me quite the wrong sort of people for Helen.

Not our sort of people at all.

They are rather a breath of fresh air.

Sometimes I feel that we are swathed in cant.

And it's good for us to be stripped of it.

- Stripped of what, dear? - Cant. Argot. Jargon. Hypocrisy.

Sanctimoniousness.

Sometimes I long for someone dominating

to tell me that my ideas are sheltered and academic.

That equality's...

Bosh!

- Socialism? - Dangerous bosh.

Art and literature.

Margaret!

- Bosh! - It's really too much.

Except of course when conducive to strengthening the character.

Of course!

You have a strong character, Miss Schlegel.

Yes. It has been strengthened by art and literature.

Aha! You prove my point.

[ Mr. Wilcox laughs ]

You are really the most peculiar girls.

[ Laughs ]

Yes, my darling Meg. One by one my Schlegel fetishes have been overthrown.

The Wilcox men see everything with such freshness and clarity

that nothing seems to muddle them.

The ruin dates from the 11th century.

We can stop here for half an hour,

still be in time for some cricket.

- [ Paul chuckles ] - [ Panting ]

[ AUNT JULEY ] But surely, Margaret, dear,

you can find in yourself no answering feeling

for that kind of push?

No, but I do sometimes think that the real world

has been marching past us for some time now.

And there's nothing wrong with Helen joining the parade for a week or two.

If only to ensure that we're not wholly and entirely left behind.

Well, I for one have never marched in a parade.

And I have no wish to do so now.

You and Helen may do as you choose, of course.

Oh, don't let's worry about Helen.

Her head may be easily turned

but it does go on turning, if you see what I mean.

That's why it's got so much more sense in it than most people's.

At least... sometimes it does.

Miss Schlegel.

I...

- Helen. - Yes. Do.

[ Horse and carriage approaching ]

[ HELEN ] Dearest, dearest Meg.

I do not know what you will say.

Paul, younger son, and I are in love.

Oh, dear.

But this is far too sudden, surely.

Has the young man made an offer?

She doesn't say.

Our Helen is not a girl to be trifled with.

And if he's not made an offer...

She doesn't say, Aunt Juley.

What's to be done?

I don't think anything needs doing. But I must go down to see her.

Margaret, dear... quite frankly, you won't be offended,

I feel you are not up to this business.

This requires an older person.

You Schlegels, you are so impetuous.

You see far too many people here: unshaven musicians,

actresses, even. German cousins.

- Oh, Aunt Juley! - Acquaintances picked up in foreign hotels.

Disaster was bound to come.

How lucky I happened to be on the spot when it came.

You would say the wrong thing. For a certainty you would.

In your anxiety for Helen's happiness,

you would offend the whole of these Wilcoxes

by asking one of your impetuous questions.

I shall ask no questions.

I have it from Helen that she is in love.

There is no question to ask as long as she keeps to that.

A long engagement if you like...

- But is there an engagement? - I don't know, Aunty.

I presume, if they're in love.

Well, in that case, dear, why go down?

Because I love her and I must be near her

in this crisis in her life.

If only to say "Brava" for finding happiness and, "Here I am, Helen."

Oh, if you can't see that, I can't explain it to you.

- But... - Aunt Juley, I must go to Howards End myself.

I can never thank you properly for offering.

I mean to go down tomorrow if Tibby is well enough and that's flat.

- [ Sneezes ] - Oh, dear.

I told you I was worse.

He does seem a bit feverish.

I might stop breathing at any moment.

I nearly suffocated in my sleep last night.

I really ought to have someone with me all the time.

Meg has promised to read to me from Walter Savage Landor.

Oh, really? Tibby?

- Helen... - I don't think he's in any grave danger.

But I do recommend that someone keep an eye on him.

There.

[ Voices chattering ]

Now, you will remember not to be drawn into

any discussions about an engagement, Aunt Juley?

Just give my letter to Helen

and say whatever you feel yourself to her.

But only to her and, and do keep clear of the relatives.

You may depend on me.

[ Train whistle ]

All over. Wish I had never written.

Tell no-one. Helen.

Oh, crikey.

I want a house. Its name is Howards Lodge.

- Do you know where it is? - Mr. Wilcox?

- Oh, dear. - Lady's wanting Howards End.

Excuse me asking, but are you the younger Mr. Wilcox

or the elder?

The younger. Can I do anything for you?

Oh, well... Really? Are you?

- My niece isn't with you by any chance? - No.

I came over with my father.

He's gone on north on your train.

You'll see Miss Schlegel at lunch.

- You're coming up to lunch, I hope? - Mm.

Oh, this is very good of you. Very good indeed.

So, you see, we just heard from Helen last night.

Oh, yes?

So naturally, I am very anxious to talk to you.

[ Gears grind ]

Mr. Wilcox, Margaret has told me everything.

- I have seen Helen's letter. - I beg your pardon?

- I didn't catch. - About Helen.

About Helen, of course.

I'm afraid I don't quite see what you're getting at.

Helen, Mr. Wilcox. My niece and you.

Miss Schlegel and myself?

I trust there's been no misunderstanding. You are Mr. Paul Wilcox?

I'm not.

Well, why did you say so at the station?

Oh, I beg your pardon. I said no such thing.

- My name is Charles. - Charles?

Do you mean to say that my brother Paul and Miss Schlegel...

Good God!

- Mr. Wilcox. My niece... - But he's going to Africa.

- The plans have all been made. - Well,

perhaps they have, Mr. Wilcox, but we are not in Africa now.

Has he promised to marry her?

- Well, I have no such information, Mr. Wilcox. - Idiot! Idiot!

- My niece... - [ Aunt Juley cries out ]

Let me tell you, the thing's impossible and must be stopped.

Yes, it is impossible. Yes, it will be stopped and I shall stop it.

I warn you, Paul hasn't a penny.

Well, there's no need to warn us, Mr. Wilcox.

The warning is all the other way.

My niece is a very exceptional person.

- He couldn't think of marrying for years. - I will not stand idle...

It must be a woman who can stand the climate.

..on people who will not appreciate... Will you let me finish?

No!

All I know is she's spread the thing and he hasn't.

- He's ashamed to tell us. - Will you please let me out of this motor car?

He knows he's been a damn fool.

- Aunt Juley! - Paul!

Oh, my poor Helen!

I've just had a telegram from Margaret.

- Paul! - I meant to stop you coming. It's over.

- Paul! - Over?

- Aunt Juley, don't, please. - Paul!

Don't let them know I've been so silly.

- It wasn't anything. - Paul!

- Is there any truth to this? - Don't let them know.

- They are never to know. - I didn't...

- I don't... - Yes or no, man? Plain question. Plain answer.

- Did or didn't Miss Schlegel...? - Charles?

Miss Schlegel.

Would you take your aunt up to your room?

Or to my room if you think that's best.

Paul, do find Evie. Tell her lunch for six.

But I'm not sure we shall all be downstairs for it.

Mother!

Are you aware that Paul has been playing the fool with that girl?

It's alright. They have broken off their engagement.

Engagement?!

They do not love any longer if you prefer it put that way.

Hm.

Would you please put the car away?

Come in for lunch.

Yes...Mother.

[ Engine revs ]

Walk on.

It was the silliest thing. It was over at once.

As soon as I went into the dining room the next morning, I knew it was no good.

There was Evie managing the tea urn.

I can't explain.

And Mr. Wilcox reading the Times and...

Charles talking to Paul about stocks and shares.

He looked so frightened.

And, and when I saw all the others so placid

with their newspapers and Paul mad with terror,

in case I said the wrong thing...

It was awful.

[ Strained ] Good morning.

Good morning.

Ohh! Meg, it was too idiotic.

I felt for a moment that the whole Wilcox family was a fraud.

Just a wall of newspapers and motor cars and golf clubs.

And that if it fell, I should find nothing behind it

but panic and...emptiness.

And somehow I saw Mr. Wilcox behind the whole miserable affair,

reading his Times, thinking his mercenary thoughts.

Reclining in his little kingdom with Charles and Evie and Paul,

his little toy soldiers, not real people at all.

And Mrs. Wilcox his only master.

And then...

Uh, Miss Schlegel. I... If you could just...let me...

I'm dreadfully sorry if I...

- Oh, please... - You see...

I leave for Africa in a couple of months.

Nigeria, in fact. And I should like you to know

that if I were free, I should feel obliged to... ..well, to...

- Please... - It, it, it, it's wrong to lead a girl and...

- I was brought up... - Please, don't go on. It was nothing.

Paul? Anything wrong?

And when I couldn't get to the station to send another telegram...

It's been a disgusting business.

- And to think that... - And to think...

that because you and a young man meet for a moment,

there must be all these telegrams and anger.

Do you think personal relations lead to sloppiness in the end?

Oh, Meg, that's what I felt.

Only, not so clearly when the Wilcoxes were so competent

and seemed to have their hands on all the ropes.

You don't feel that way now?

I remember Paul at breakfast.

I shall never forget him.

He had nothing to fall back upon.

Tibby, dear, you feeling any better?

I suppose so.

Hello, Helen. How are all your Wilcoxes, then?

- Don't tease her, Tibby. - I'm sorry.

Cheer up, old pal.

Someone's bound to marry you one of these days.

- No, thanks. - But they are.

What about me? Am I never to marry, Tibby?

Oh, gosh, no.

You could. You don't want anyone!

Don't I?

And soon, no-one will want you.

Yes, they will!

But they shan't have her, shall they, Tibbs?

I shouldn't think so.

[ Hum of motor car passing ]

[ Low hum of conversation ]

[ AUNT JULEY ] Who's that sitting next to Helen?

[ MEG ] I don't know.

♪ BEETHOVEN: 5th Symphony

Good afternoon. Auf Wiedersehen. Guten Tag.

I must say...

Margaret, is Helen alright?

- Oh, yes. - She's always running away in the middle of a program.

Excuse me.

That lady has quite inadvertently taken my umbrella.

Oh, goodness gracious me. I'm so sorry.

Tibby, run after Helen.

I shall miss the Four Serious Songs if I do.

- It isn't of any consequence. - Course it is!

Tibby, you must go. Tibby.

- [ Applause ] - Oh, well, can't go now.

- My sister is so careless. - Not at all.

If you gave me your address...

Not at all. Not at all.

That is where we live.

If you prefer, you could call for your umbrella after the concert.

Though I don't like to trouble you. It's been all our fault.

[ Male solo ]

Oh, dear. It's the Brahms.

Please, allow me.

Oh, that really isn't necessary. But thank you.

- May I carry your program for you? - I'm really quite able.

Oh. Thank you.

It was a fine program today, was it not?

The Beethoven was fine. I don't like the Brahms, though.

When my work permits I attend the gallery for the Royal Opera.

- Oh? - This year I've been three times.

To Faust, Tosca and...the Tannhauser.

Yeah, hmm.

Surely you haven't forgotten the sound of the drums

steadily beating on the low C, Aunt Juley?

- No-one could. - An especially loud part.

No, no. Between the scherzo and the finale.

Do you think music's so different to pictures?

I...

I should have thought so. Sort of.

So should I. Now, my sister declares they're just the same.

Do you agree, Mr. Bast?

Oh, thank you. We have great arguments over it.

She says I'm dense. I say she's sloppy.

Doesn't that seem absurd to you?

What's the point of the arts if they're interchangeable?

At the moment I think music is in a very serious state.

- Yes. - Of course, the real villain is Wagner.

[ Horse hooves clopping ]

Well, uh, I do hope you stay for tea, Mr. Bast. We should be so glad.

We've dragged you so far out of your way.

Tibby, do you have the latchkey?

Course, I've forgotten mine.

- Here. - Oh, never mind.

Helen, let us in.

- [ Knocking at door ] - Let us in! - Alright!

It's alright, Annie.

Helen! You've been taking this gentleman's umbrella from the Prince Regent's Hall

- and he's had the trouble of coming all this way for it. - Taken what?

- Oh! - Helen, you shouldn't be so ramshackle.

I do nothing but steal umbrellas. I'm so very sorry.

Do come in and choose one.

Annie, another place for tea, please.

Is yours a hooky or a knobbly?

Mine's a knobbly. At least I think it is.

Tibby! Do tell the maids to hurry tea up.

What about this one?

No, it's all gone along the seams. It's an appalling umbrella. Must be mine.

No, it's mine.

Thank you.

Sorry to have put you to the trouble.

Oh, but, I...

- Goodbye. - But will you stop...?

Thank you. Goodbye.

Now, Helen, how stupid you've been.

- Whatever have I done? - Well, don't you see? You frightened him away.

I meant him to stop for tea.

You oughtn't to talk about stealing or holes in umbrellas.

It won't do a bit of good now.

Oh! Do stop!

[ AUNT JULEY ] Well, I daresay it's for the best.

We know nothing about the young man, Margaret.

He might have stolen something.

Oh, Aunt Juley, how can you?

You make me more and more ashamed.

We could have let him have the spoons.

If you don't drink the tea now it will lose the aroma.

Well, I didn't find the young man especially distinguished.

You girls always have the most extraordinary people here.

I just cannot account for it.

I don't say he was distinguished. That's just it.

He said the most ordinary things imaginable about Faust and Tosca

but he was so keen. He had such nice, kind eyes.

Have you got a cigarette, Meg?

I suppose he was very good-looking.

If only his face was not so thin.

Did you notice his right-hand cuff was frayed and he kept tucking it in?

I never notice the way anyone looks or dresses.

That's because you're what is called attractive.

If you weren't you shouldn't notice anything else.

At all events, I do think we might have taken Mr. Bast into the dining room.

I'm really distressed he had no tea.

One more failure for Helen.

Aunt Juley, did you really not hear the drum beating on the low C all the time?

- Oh, shut up! - Tibby, don't go on, will you? - But it is unmistakable.

[ Low hum of conversation ]

[ Locomotive ]

- Good evening, Mr. Bast. - Good evening, Mr. Cunningham.

[ Dog barks ]

Hello?

- [ Rattle and thud ] - Hello, Jacky.

Hello, Len.

- [ Door closes ] - [ She sighs ]

- You alright? - Yes.

Give us a kiss, darling.

Did you hear the concert?

I did, yes.

- What was it? - Oh.

A classical concert at the Prince Regent's Hall.

- What book is it? - It's just...

[ Train rumbles by ]

I love you, Lenny.

Jacky...

You mustn't mind if I...

Well, you mustn't mind me.

I don't mind you, darling.

[ Book drops ]

Ooh.

Book mark.

Mr. Wilcox!

- Miss Schlegel! - How extraordinary! How do you do?

- How do you do? - Yes, very well. Thank you.

How does Mrs. Wilcox do?

Very well. Very well. She's, uh... She's just upstairs.

Upstairs? But...? Has...?

- We've taken a flat here. - A flat? Have you really?

- Yes, we've just moved in. There's Evie, my daughter. - Oh, Evie!

I've been longing to meet her.

Evie! Ah. Evie!

Ah, well... [ Laughs ]

Mr. Wilcox, you know we live just up the road?

Yes, I know. I know. How does your sister do?

Helen? Oh...yes, very well.

Please remember me to her.

We must pop round once we've settled in.

Evie will be so glad to make your acquaintance.

- Oh, yes, you must. - [ Vehicle approaches ]

- Yes, well...this is jolly. - Yes!

Uh, will you excuse me? My wife will be expecting me.

- There's so much to do. - Yes. Of course.

- Please give her my regards. - Indeed. Good morning.

[ AUNT JULEY ] But what a dreadful coincidence!

Imagine the evenings. You'd turn on an electric light here or there

and it's almost the same room.

One evening they may forget to draw their blinds down

and you'll see them and they'll see you. Ohh...

Impossible to water the plants or even to speak!

- Does Helen know? - They've only just moved in.

But suppose Helen were to meet Paul on the street.

- She cannot very well not bow. - Of course, she must bow.

We must bow. And pay calls and leave cards.

But the other thing is dead.

Helen doesn't mind. Neither must we.

Oh, if only I had not to go home to Swanage tomorrow.

Just when you girls are wanting me the most. [ Sighs ]

What's dead and what doesn't Helen mind?

Oh, my poor dear broken-hearted girl.

Am I? What's the matter?

It's the Wilcoxes again.

They've taken a flat across the street.

Have they? Well, that's...

[ Laughs ] I...

Oh, Helen. You don't mind them coming, do you?

Of course she does.

Of course you do.

Of course I don't mind.

Only you and Meg are being so grave about it

when there's nothing to be grave about at all.

- Are you alright? - I'm fine.

- I'll look after her. Bye! - Bye!

- Bye, Aunt Juley. - Bye.

[ Piano playing ]

♪ Puff, puff, puff, puff

♪ Watching the smoke arising

♪ Puff, puff, puff, puff

♪ Soon you'll be realizing

♪ That which the poet has written is true

♪ All love is a practical joke

♪ For a woman is only... - A Mrs. Wilcox has left that for you.

♪ But a good cigar is a smoke

Oh, bother. The whole family.

Why won't this woman leave us alone?

Mrs. Wilcox has called.

Uh... Well, I am going to Germany with Frieda, so...

Even if I were still in love with Paul,

I should be perfectly safe.

Fortunately, I am not

but you may be sure I will bob up and down in the street like a Jack-in-the-box

- whenever I meet him. - Oh, Helen.

- Blushing all the while for acting the fool at Howards End. - How would you know that?

Managing as best I can all the same until the occasion of my next colossal blunder.

Alright.

[ Music playing ]

- Auf Wiedersehen! - Auf Wiedersehen!

[ MEG ] Dear Mrs. Wilcox. I have to write something discourteous.

It would be better if we did not meet.

As far as I know, Helen no longer occupies her thoughts with your son.

Both my sister and my aunt have given displeasure to your family.

And it is therefore right that our acquaintance,

which began so pleasantly in Germany, should end.

Believe me. Yours truly, Margaret Schlegel.

[ Bell tinkles ]

[ MRS. WILCOX ] Dear Miss Schlegel,

you should not have written me such a letter.

I called to tell you that Paul has gone abroad.

Ruth Wilcox.

[ Music playing ]

I say, Meg! Can you turn the pages for me?

- Good morning, Miss Schlegel. - Oh, Mrs. Wilcox.

I have made the baddest blunder.

I'm more, more, more ashamed and sorry than I can say.

I knew Paul was going to India in November but I forgot.

He sailed on the 17th for Nigeria.

In Africa.

I knew. I know.

I've been too absurd all through.

I'm more sorry than I can say and I hope you can forgive me.

It doesn't matter, Miss Schlegel.

It is good of you to have come round so promptly.

It does matter. I've been rude.

And my sister is not even at home, so there's not even that as an excuse.

- Indeed? - She's just gone away to Germany.

She gone as well?

- I see. - Well, you've been worrying too. I can see that you have.

[ Sighs ] I did think it best that they didn't meet again.

- Now why? - That is the most difficult question.

I think you put it best in your letter. It was just an instinct.

Which may be wrong.

I am always so anxious to protect Helen.

When really it is we that should be protected from her!

I don't mean that she's foolish or thoughtless.

But her mind goes along so quickly and she rushes in everywhere.

Rather as I am now.

I've raised her, you see.

And her brother.

Ever since our father died. And they were still quite young

and I...was quite young myself.

As I didn't wholly understand.

Oh, I shouldn't have sent my aunt away on such a commission.

I would have come myself, only, Tibby was in bed with hay fever.

But I do hope it's perfectly alright now.

- Yes. - [ Knock at door ]

- [ Door opens ] - Yes, I'm sure it is.

Well, I must be going. You'll be getting up.

No, please. Stop a little longer.

I'm taking a day in bed. Now and then I do.

I thought of you as one of the early risers.

At Howards End, yes. There's nothing to get up for in London.

Well, nothing to get up for?

What with all the winter exhibitions...

Ysaye playing in the afternoon, not to mention people.

The truth is, I'm a little tired.

First came the wedding and then Paul went off.

And instead of resting yesterday

I did a round of calls and now my family have gone to Yorkshire for a fortnight.

So you find me quite on my own.

- Wedding? - Yes.

Charles, my older son, is married.

- Indeed. - Yes.

There's a photograph of Charles and Dolly,

that is the name of his wife, in the double frame.

She's very pretty.

Her father and Charles belong to the same club

and are both devoted to golf.

Dolly plays golf too. Though I believe not so well.

They first met in a mixed foursome.

Your family's so wonderfully athletic.

Do you play golf, Mrs. Wilcox?

Good heavens, no. But it amuses them.

And your husband is away?

All my family are away.

Are you quite sure I'm not interrupting?

Yes. Quite.

I do hope you'll like Wickham Place, Mrs. Wilcox.

I love our little house.

Though it's not half so glamorous as your lovely flat.

I should like to see it.

I should love to show it you.

It's a lovely old house.

We've lived there all our lives.

Our father came from Germany, you see,

just after the unification.

My mother...

[ MEG ] My dear Mrs. Wilcox.

I wonder if I might tempt you to come to a little luncheon party

I should like to give in your honor next Thursday

to welcome you to Wickham Place.

I should so like for you to meet my friends.

And they are very keen to make your acquaintance.

So you see, I do hope you will join us.

Yours truly, Margaret Schlegel.

C sharp minor as it passes into the Netherlands.

[ Lively conversation ]

..to compare the Rhine to music.

Really, it's true.

Out of overhanging warehouses.

But, but I should like to say something.

Do not say Germans have no taste or I shall scream.

They haven't but they take poetry seriously.

The German is always on the lookout for beauty.

My blood boils...well...

I'm half-German, so put it down to patriotism.

..when I listen to the tasteful contempt

of the average islander for things Teutonic.

What do you think, Mrs. Wilcox?

I'm not sure.

I think perhaps I am too old

to discuss anything with or without humility.

We never discuss anything at Howards End.

- [ Polite laughter ] - And I sometimes think

but I cannot expect your generation to agree...

- Never mind us! Do say! - Please say!

Do say!

I think Miss Schlegel puts everything splendidly.

But I sometimes think it is wiser

to leave action and discussion to men.

[ Clock ticking ]

What an interesting life you live in London.

No, we don't. We lead the lives of gibbering monkeys.

- [ Laughs ] - Don't pretend you enjoyed your lunch, Mrs. Wilcox.

For you loathed it!

But forgive me by coming again. Alone.

Or by asking me to you.

I am used to young people. And I enjoyed my lunch very much, Miss Schlegel, dear.

I'm not pretending!

I hear a great deal of chatter at home.

Only, with my family it's more sport and politics.

I only wish that I could have joined in more.

But you younger people, you move so quickly. It dazes me.

Oh, Mrs. Wilcox. I like you so much.

[ Laughs ]

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Dear Miss Schlegel, would you like to join me tomorrow

for some Christmas shopping?

I have needed to take several days in bed

and feel behind hand.

And am anxious to make up for lost time.

As ever, your friend Ruth Wilcox.

First of all, we must make a list.

And tick off people's names.

- Do you have any ideas? - I'm not a good shopper.

Take my notebook, then.

- And write your own name at the top. - Hooray!

How kind you are to start with me.

But I don't want a Yuletide gift, Mrs. Wilcox.

I should like to give you something worth your acquaintance, Miss Schlegel.

In memory of your kindness to me

through my lonely fortnight with my family away.

You have stopped me from brooding.

- [ Chuckles ] - I am too apt to brood when Mr. Wilcox is away.

I suppose it may be reckoned a fault.

To be fond of one's husband? I shouldn't think so.

To be too dependent.

I'm desperately dependent on Helen.

But if I have been of use to you, which I didn't know,

you can't repay me in anything tangible.

But one would like to.

Perhaps I shall think of something as we go about.

I suppose Mr. Wilcox is quite independent himself.

Mr. Wilcox?

Well, he has such a strong character.

A very fine nature, really.

Has he not?

You are so intellectual.

- Am I? - Yes.

I admire you for it.

Well, usually we put the tree in the powder closet

and draw a curtain when the candles are lighted. It's quite pretty.

I do wish we might have a powder closet in the next house.

Of course, the tree will have to be small.

And presents don't hang on it.

Then are you leaving Wickham Place?

Yes. Quite soon.

When the lease expires. We must.

But couldn't you get the lease renewed?

No. They mean to pull down Wickham Place

and build flats, like yours.

I had no idea you had this hanging over you.

Howards End was nearly pulled down once. It would've killed me.

I lived there long before Mr. Wilcox knew it. I was born there.

It must be a very different sort of house to ours.

We're fond of it but there's nothing distinctive about it.

We'll easily find another.

So you think.

Again, my lack of experience, I suppose.

I wish I could see myself the way you see me.

Wonderfully well read but incapable of...

[ Chuckles awkwardly ]

That's not at all how I see you, Miss Schlegel.

Come down with me now to Howards End.

- I want you to see it. - Oh,

Mrs. Wilcox, I... Later on I would love it.

But it's hardly the weather for such an expedition.

Might I come again some other day?

We can find a carriage back to Wickham Place.

A thousand thanks for all your help, Miss Schlegel.

Well...

Not at all.

But if I married and moved to Scotland,

would you call my son a Scot or an Englishman?

I haven't the faintest idea.

But it's the same question put a different way.

- Now, take a joke. - I shall go mad!

Mrs. Wilcox!

[ Voices chattering ]

[ Train pulling away ]

Mrs. Wilcox!

Forgive me. I came. I am so sorry.

Thank you, Miss Schlegel!

I will come, if I still may.

Yes! And you are coming to sleep too, dear.

Oh, but I haven't got my things.

We have everything you need.

You must see my house in the morning.

These London folks never stray far.

I daresay they're sitting in the sun in Hertfordshire!

And you will never repent joining them.

I will never repent joining you.

Mother?

- Mother! - Evie!

- Father, look here! - What happened to Yorkshire?

- The motor smashed. The plans have changed. - Why, Ruth!

What in the name of all that's wonderful are you doing here?

Henry, dear. A lovely surprise. You know Miss Schlegel.

Oh, yes, of course, Miss Schlegel. How do you do?

How do you do, Mr. Wilcox?

Yes.

- Evie. - Miss Schlegel has been so kind to me in your absence.

Has she? Well, I'm very much indebted to you, Miss Schlegel.

- How's yourself, Ruth? - Oh, I'm fine.

So are we. So was our car before Ripon.

This wretched horse and cart and this foolish driver.

Miss Schlegel, our little outing must be another day.

As I was saying, this fool of a driver, as the policeman himself admits...

Another day, Mrs. Wilcox. Of course.

As we're insured against third-party risk...

[ Mr. Wilcox continues ]

Just like that!