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Take it as I am offered no more?

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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?

It works, anyway.

That's the lot.

Not worthy of your bid, I'm afraid.

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.

- 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

- 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.

Have you brought

your clogs with you?

I don't wear clogs.

Nor yet a shawl over my head.

It isn't the custom.

It's Clarissa!

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.

- 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.

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.

Marjorie,
bring the--

- 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.

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.

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.

- 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.

Has every young lady got her skates?

Yes, ma'am.

And a clean pocket handkerchief?

Yes, ma'am.

- In this inclement
weather, that is most necessary.

Miss Edge.

Yes, ma'am.

Make haste.

So sad about dear Clarissa.

- 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Good night.

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.

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.

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.

Tonight we go to
the great Rohan Ball.

Duchess of Dorset.

Lady Caroline, Lady

- 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.

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?

Calm yourself, Millicent.

He'll come.

Hm, I hope so.

- 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.

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

Here he is.

Tell Miss we'll go
straight to my room.

That's Rohan, the man in grey.

Ma'am, 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.

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.

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.

- 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.

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--

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?

Good night.

Good night, m'lady.

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--

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.

Your chocolate, m'lady.

Thank you 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?

How do you mean?

Do they all make the
same arrangements?

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.

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.

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.

Mr. Lawrence.

Is my little boy really
as pretty as that?

- Your ladyship should
be the better judge.

I scarcely see him.

My husband insists that
he stays at Rohan Castle.

- And you do not
care for Rohan Castle?

I think it's an odious place.

Didn't you think so
when you were there?

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.

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.

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.

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--

Don't harm the boy.

We'll give you our money.

You mistake me, ma'am.

I'm no cutpurse.

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.

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.

There are the lights of St. Albans.

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

It's a pleasure.

Whoa, there.

Thank you, my lady.

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

They're just pieces of wood.

Yes, my mother told me never

to point firearms at a lady.

Especially so lovely a lady.

Alright, there.

Drive on.

- 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?

It was his bidding.

Therefore, good Emelia, Adieu.

We must not now displease him.

I would you had never seen him.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.

- 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--

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.

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.

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.

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.

- 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.

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.

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.

26 inches of cold steel.

The slightest nick means death.

- 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.

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?

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.

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?

Tell me about your island.

Is Mogul winning?

Come up here along with me, my dear.

There's room.
- No, thank you.

Mogul, what's happened to Mogul.

Still running Madame.

Sun Style's won.

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.

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.

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.

- 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.

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.

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.

Your horse is waiting, m'lady.

I must go.

I've kept you too long
with my chattering.

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?

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.

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.

Good night!

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.

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.

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.

Who's there?

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.

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.

Well.

The time is now and
weapons are these.

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.

Mr. Rokeby.

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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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!

Hesther.

Miss Rissa!

Miss Rissa!

- 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.

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.

I understand.

I'll leave in the morning.

Find a house quickly.

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.

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.

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.

Sh, dear.

Rokeby will pay the
bill when he comes.

Hush.

Go to sleep.

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.

She is both lovely and amiable.

Even you, Miss, will find her so.

I'm Clarissa Richmond.

Will you have a sugared violet?

She is the only girl

in this house who
will not despise you

because you are
disconnected and poor.

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.

You'll have to go.

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

but Clarissa is my wife.

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.

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.

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.

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.

For what?

Well, she had a fever,
she was restless.

She might have
thrown off the covers.

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.

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--

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.

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.

Oh, Rohan.

No.

No!

No!

No!

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.

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.

Isn't it a lovely day.