All language subtitles for mc4

No. It can't be.
I don't believe it!

Morning, Mr. Jinkins.

Bailey! Is it really you?

No, it ain't me. It's me eldest son.

He's a credit to his father, ain't he?

Do you know them top boots when you see 'em?

Do you know a slap-up sort of button when you see it?

I got the right sort of gov'nor now.

Jinkins: Who is he?

The secretary's salary, David,

that office now being established,

is £800 per annum...

House rent, coals, and candles free, of course.

Your 5 and 20 shares you continue to hold.

Is that enough for you?

Uh...well, uh...
Quite enough.

Then I shall propose it at the board meeting

in my capacity...

as chairman.

Board meeting?

You're a caution, Tigg.

Say Montague, please, David.

I should prefer you to address me

as Montague even in private.

After all, I am chairman of the Anglo-Bengalee

Disinterested Loan and Life Assurance Company.

Shall we go down?

How's everybody at Todgers'?

Very well, I think. Except for poor Moddle.

The silly fellow has been inconsolable ever since

Miss Pecksniff's marriage to Jonas Chuzzlewit

was announced in the newspaper.

Miss Charity married.

Why, I practically made the match meself.

No, not Miss Charity.

That was why Moddle took it so hard--
Miss Mercy.

So he married the merry one in the end, did he?

Well, well, I don't think they'll be suited.

Bailey!
Yes, sir?

We're going to head office.
I'll drive.

Yes, sir.

Whoa.

Not bad, eh?

Give me regards to all at Todgers'.

I will.

Crimple: What a chap you are, Montague.

Say "genius," Crimple.
"Genius."

It was a capital idea, wasn't it--

the Anglo-Bengalee?

My idea, Crimple, my idea.

But my capital. Mostly.

I deserve a little credit in the business.

And you have it. The plain work of the company:

Books, figures...
circulars...

sealing wax and wafers...

is admirably done by you.

But the ornamental department, David,

the inventive and poetical department...

Is entirely yours. I don't dispute it.

Thank you, David. Thank you.

What are the company's assets,

according to the next prospectus?

[Chuckles]
A figure of 2

and as many naughts after it

as the printer can get into the second line.

Ha ha ha!
Ha ha ha!

By your leave.
By your leave there.

Make way for the chairman.

Make way for the chairman, I say...

The chairman of the Anglo-Bengalee company.

Make way, I say!

Bullamy.
Yes, sir?

Tell the medical officer I should like to speak to him.

Yes, sir.

Here I am, Mr. Montague.

Montague: Ah. Dr. Jobling.

Wait outside, please, Bullamy.

Uh, yes, sir.

Good morning, Mr. Crimple. How are you?

A little worn with business?

Let me recommend some lunch.

A very wholesome thing at this time of day

to settle the gastric juices.

You, too, Mr. Montague.

[Bell jingles]

Montague: Lunch, Bullamy.

Yes, sir.

Oh! Not on my account, I hope.

[Chuckles]
You're very good.

So...

The board...is met.

[Chuckling]

I am not, of course, strictly speaking,

a member of the board, gentlemen.

Merely a medical consultant.

You've earned commission on 4 new policies, though, I see.

Jobling, dear man, well done.

No. No, no, nonsense.

Upon my word, I have no right to draw the commission.

My patients ask me what I know, and I tell them what I know.

If they put any question to me about the capital of the company,

I tell them I have no head for figures.

If they ask me about Mr. Montague,

I tell them I'm proud to name him among my friends.

House, everything belonging to him in London, beautiful.

Costly furniture on a most elegant and lavish scale.

As to the offices, I tell them to go and see for themselves.

And they do. They do.

[Knock on door]

Montague: Come.

Ah, lunch.

Good man, Bullamy.

Jobling: It's a damn fine madeira, sir.

The last time I tasted anything as good was at a funeral.

Ooh!

You haven't seen anything of that party, I suppose.

If he's dead, I've no wish to do so.

No. No, no. The funeral was for his father.

He died of an apoplexy.

"Jonas Chuzzlewit, Esquire"?

Mr. Chuzzlewit is the sole inheritor of what,

to judge by the style of the funeral,

must be a very considerable estate.

Naturally, I told him where to go

if he ever thought of insuring his life.

Very civil, Jobling.

[Knock on door]
Come.

Gentleman requests the favor of an interview, sir.

Speak...of the devil.

Mr. Jonas Chuzzlewit.

My dear Chuzzlewit, I'm delighted to see you.

Now, let me introduce our chairman, Mr. Montague.

Most welcome, my dear sir.

Why do I say our chairman?

He's not my chairman, you know.

Simply because I hear the phrase

constantly repeated about me.

Such is the involuntary operation of the mental faculty

in the imitative biped--man. Ha ha!

This is our company secretary, Mr. Crimple.

Very pleased to make your acquaintance.

Now, you gentlemen have business to discuss,

I have several patients to visit.

So I will bid you good day.

I must be going, too. If you'll excuse me.

Certainly, Crimple.

Mr. Chuzzlewit and I will have a cozy tête-à-tête.

Please sit down, Mr. Chuzzlewit.

If I come here to ask a question or two

and to take a document or two to consider thereof,

it doesn't bind me to anything, you know.

Let that be understood.

My dear fellow, I applaud your caution.

Please.

Why should I disguise what you know so well

but what the crowd never dream of?

We companies are all birds of prey.

The only question is whether in serving our own turn,

we may also serve yours.

You ain't a bad man of business, Mr. Montague.

The truth is--

Don't say "truth." It's humbug.

The long and the short then.

Much better.

Is that I don't consider myself very well used

by one or two of the older companies

in some negotiations I had with them.

They started objections they had no right to start

and put questions they had no right to put.

Tut, tut.

And now I've married a wife.

She's young and healthy,

but you never know with these women,

so I'm thinking of insuring her life.

Very prudent.

Provided I can do it cheap and easy

and without bothering her.

For it is in a woman's way to take it into her head

that if you talk to her about these things,

she's going to die directly.

So it is.

Sweet, silly things they are.

Jobling recommended you very warmly to me, Mr. Montague,

but he couldn't tell me anything about company security.

The paid-up capital, my dear sir,
at the present moment--

I know all about paid-up capitals.

Do you?

I should hope so.

Do you know me?

Well, I have been thinking as I sat here,

that there's something familiar about you, but I can't recall.

Mr. Pecksniff's parlor?

By gad!

You're the fellow that came to warn us

old Martin Chuzzlewit had given us the slip.

The very same.

Ecod, you've prospered since then.

I have indeed. And so could you

if you took premiums instead of paying 'em.

What do you mean?

Join us.

Eh?

Come over here a minute.

There are printed calculations

which will tell you pretty nearly

how many people pass up and down

that thoroughfare in a single day,

but I can tell you how many of them

will come into this office to buy annuities,

effect insurances,

bring us their money in a hundred shapes and ways,

force it upon us,

trust us with it as if we were the mint,

and yet know no more about us than you do

about that crossing sweeper there.

Why? Simply because we look the ticket.

Bullamy's red waistcoat

is worth £100 to us a week.

But you knew that already, you dog.

Dine with me tomorrow in Pall Mall.

I will.

Look over these papers in the meantime.

See: "B" wants a loan,

say 50 or £100, perhaps more.

It's no matter.

"B" proposes self and 2 securities.
"B" is accepted.

The 2 securities give a bond.

"B" assures his own life for double the amount

and brings 2 friends' lives with him.

Is that not a good notion?

A capital notion. Will he do it?

Do it?
"B" is hard up and will do anything.

"B" pays the highest lawful interest.

Which ain't much.

True. But we have his policy

and his 2 friends' policies,

and we charge "B" for the bond,

and we charge him for inquiries

by our Mr. Nadgett prior to the loan,

and we charge him a trifle

for the secretary's services.

And, in short, my good fellow,

we stick it into "B" up hill and down dale

and make a devilish comfortable little property out of him.

Yes, but what happens when they begin to fall in?

What happens when your policies begin to die?

Good question.

...Bolt.

Why, you're as bold as brass.

A man may well afford to be as bold as brass, my good fellow,

when he gets gold in exchange.

Dine with me tomorrow night.

7:30, hmm? Here's my card.

I can see that you're going to join us.

Well, I don't know about that.

There's a good deal to be looked at here.

And look you shall.

Take these documents. Bullamy!

Until tomorrow.

Kindly show Mr. Chuzzlewit the way out.

Is Nadgett there?

Ah, Nadgett.

Any information about this person

I shall be glad to have myself.

Anything you can glean, bring to me.

To me, Mr. Nadgett.

May I trouble you to pass the gooseberry preserve, my dear?

Cherry, what is amiss between us?

Why are we disunited?

Don't talk humbug, pa.

Humbug?

This is very hard.

Hard?

For whom?

Will you state the cause, pa, or shall I?

Was I not made a convenience of?

Were my feelings not trifled with?

I wonder you don't have more spirit.

If Mr. Jonas did not care for you,

why should you wish to have him?

"I wish to have him"?

"I wish to have him"...

Mercy is welcome to the wretch.

Then why make all this fuss?

Because I was deceived!

Because my own father and my own sister

conspired against me!

Shh. Be quiet.

I've been more shamefully used

than anybody ever was in this world.

In any case, that's not the only thing.

I'm not a total fool, you know, pa,

and I'm not blind.

All I have to say is that I won't submit to it.

You labor under some misapprehension, my dear,

but I will not ask you what it is.
Then I shall tell you.

Let us avoid the subject, whatever it may be.

Oh, I wish to be able to avoid it altogether, pa,

by removing myself.

Removing yourself?

I must ask you to place me on an independent footing.

I will not suffer any further...humiliation in this house.

Well, my good sir, and how is my dear friend?

Oh!

It's you, Pecksniff.

I didn't hear you approach.

I asked you how you were this delicious morning.

She's gone for a walk in the woods.

She brought me here first.

No, not Miss Graham.
You, my dear sir, you.

How are you?
Eh?

Oh.

Not too well, Pecksniff.

I'm not the man I was.

Oh, well, I am sorry to hear it.

But it comes to us all in the end.

Change is the condition of human life.

Now, for instance, I must part with my dear Cherry.

Is she getting married, too, then?

Oh, no, no, no, my dear sir.

No, she's not been in the best of spirits of late,

as you may have noticed.

She misses her dear sister.

I think of giving her a run in London,

a good long run if I find she likes it.

I trust you and Miss Graham

will continue to bear me company while she's away.

I have no intention of removing yet awhile.

I'm delighted to hear it.

Why, my dear sir...

don't you come and stay with me?

Now that Cherry is going,

Miss Graham could have my girls' room,

which would be more, um--pardon me for saying--

more suitable than her present accommodation at the Dragon.

That is kind of you, Pecksniff.

Oh, my dear sir, if I could only say

how deep an interest I take in you

and your beautiful young companion.

She need have someone interested in her.

I sometimes think I did wrong to train her as I did.

When I'm gone, she'll have no protector but herself.

Perhaps her position could be altered.

You think I should make a governess of her

or a seamstress?

Heaven forbid!
There are other ways.

What other ways?

Really, I'm so excited at the prospect of your extended visit

that I hardly know what I mean.

Permit me to, um, resume the subject on another occasion.

As you please.

I think I will take a walk to calm my thoughts.

And I'll go and sit in your parlor if I may.

I tire easily these days.
Excuse me.

Of course.

You would leave the recompense to me

if we accept your hospitality.

Do not speak of recompense.

That is an absolute condition.

If you insist, my dear sir.

Very well.

Communing with nature, Miss Graham?

So am I.

I--I was just going home.

So am I.

Take my arm, sweet girl.

No. Thank you.

Why so fast?

You would not shun me, would you?

Yes, I would.

Release me, Mr. Pecksniff, please.

I am glad we met.

I am very glad we met.

I am now able to ease my bosom of a tender secret.

Can you guess what it is?

Please let me go!

Hear me out!
I love you, Mary.

I love you, my gentle dove,

with a passion which is quite surprising,

even to myself.

Although I am a widower,

I am not encumbered with dependents.

I have a character, I hope.

People are pleased to speak well of me.

My manner and person is not absolutely

that of a monster, I trust, hmm?

I have reason to believe that our venerable friend

will look kindly on our union.

And when he is wafted to a haven of rest,

we shall console each other.

What do you say, my pretty primrose?

I cannot listen to your proposal, Mr. Pecksniff.

If you have any sense of honor,

you will release me at once!

Of course, a certain maidenly reluctance is natural

under these circumstances

and only adds to your charm, my dear.

Great heavens!
Will nothing move you?

Must I tell you that I loathe and detest you?

It is a curious fact,

but it is difficult, you know,

for anyone to ruffle me.

Mr. Chuzzlewit shall know of this.

How?
I shall tell him.

No, you will not.

There are two Martin Chuzzlewits,

and your carrying your anger to one

might seriously affect the other.

What more can my Martin suffer?

Your Martin?

Oh, yes. I did hear there was some

childish fondness between you.

When we are married, you shall have

the satisfaction of doing him some good.

I have some influence

with Mr. Chuzzlewit, I think.

Heaven knows why.

And he is not the man he used to be.

I see in him the same symptoms of irreversible decline

that I observed in his brother

just before he died.

Oh, don't say that.

I believe that he will listen favorably

to any proposal I made in his grandson's interest.

And, of course, by the same token,

I could strengthen his prejudice against the young man.

You will consent, my dear.

You will consent, I know,

when you have had time to reflect.

In the meantime,

let us keep this little secret to ourselves.

Ah, you naughty hand.
[Chuckles]

Why did you take me prisoner?

Go. Go.

Bandy or not bandy?
Come on, pick.

"Bandy, your Grace, by the Lord Harry," said I.

A true man of the world, my dear sir.

For a professional person like myself,

it's very refreshing to come to this kind of society.

More wine?

Oh, yes. As much of that as you like.

I thought it best not to have a party.

I hope you approve.

Why, what do you call this, then?

Oh, just a little informal gathering of friends.

Crimple said to me, "You'll have a party for Chuzzlewit?"

"No, I won't," I said,

"He'll take us as we are, in the rough."

Well, it seems pretty smooth to me.

And it didn't cost you a trifle, I'll wager.

It's the way I like to spend my money.

You shan't get rid of your
profits in the same way, I fancy.

No, you're right there.

Not that I've definitely agreed to join, mind.

Of course not.

No, you must take your time.

But let us not spoil such an excellent wine with talk of business.

Your good health.

You're a good man, Montague.

Crimple: Is he, uh, hooked?

All we have to do is reel him in.

He signs tomorrow.

Meanwhile, Bailey can take him home.

In a hackney cab.

Bailey?
Is it you?

Don't be frightened.

I brought home Mr. Chuzzlewit,

but he ain't ill.

Only a little swipey, you know.

Have you come from Mrs. Todgers'?

Lor' bless you, no.

I've done with Todgers' long ago.

Your husband's been a-dining with me gov'nor in the West End.

Didn't you know?

No.

Don't you stand here a-catchin' your death of cold.

I'll get him.

Bailey: Come now, sir.

Nearly there.

Look at her.

You're a nice clog for a man to be tied to

for the rest of his life.

You mewling, white-faced cat.

I know you don't mean it, Jonas.

Bailey, my good boy, go home now.

Jonas: "Mean it"?

Oh, of course I mean it.

Things have opened to me now

where I see I could have married anyone I liked!

You wouldn't say such things if you were sober.

Bailey, please take this for your kindness and be gone.

Ecod!

You made me bear your humors once.

Well, now I'll make you bear mine.

Are you sure you're all right?

Quite sure. Thank you.

Take this candle with you

and pull the front door shut behind you.

Mercy: It's late, Jonas. Won't you come to bed?

Jonas: Fetch me some ale. I've a raging thirst.

You've had enough to drink tonight. Come to bed.

Leave me alone!

No, Jonas!
Don't! No!

Stop that mewling!

Or I'll give you some more of the same medicine!

[Mercy sobbing]

Down you go.

Mr. Jinkins, would you see to the luggage, please?

Oh, thank you.

Oh, come on.

[Muttering]

Good morning, Mrs. Gamp.

Ah, Mr. Mould. Mrs. Mould.

Oh, forgive me if I don't curtsy,

but I don't know as I should be able to straighten up again.

You do seem to be somewhat incumbent.

Girls, help Mrs. Gamp with her bags.

Oh, thank you, dears.

Oh, that's very kind of you, sir.

Oh! Oh! I'm only going away for 2 days.

But you never know what you might need in the country.

The country? That's unusual for you.

Yes. It's all on account of that gentleman at the Bull

what I been nursing for a month or more.

Really? How is he?

Oh, dear. Of all the trying inwalieges

in this walley of the shadow.

He beats you black and blue.

A person needs a constitution made of bricks to stand it.

But why the country?

Oh, Mr. Westlock, the gentleman what's looking after him,

he thinks he'd be better off in Hertfordshire

which is his native air,

so I'm going down in a coach with him this morning

and stay till we get a country nurse.

Yeh. But native airs won't bring him round.

Nor native graces neither, if you ask me.

My services may be required yet, then, Mrs. Gamp?

Well, as to that, sir, I don't rightly know.

But there's fevers of the mind as well as the body.

You may take the sleepin' draughts

till you fly through the air with efferwesence,

but you won't cure that.

The things he says in his sleep

as would make your blood curl, Mr. Mould.

Whoo!

Mrs. Todgers?

Oh, Mr. Moddle!
You made me jump.

Mrs. Todgers, did I dream

or did I see Miss Charity arriving earlier?

No, Mr. Moddle, you weren't dreaming.

Miss Charity has come to stay with me for a while.

Oh, Mrs. Todgers, do you think

she would permit me to sit with her sometimes?

I don't see why not.

It would be a comfort to me to contemplate her nose.

Her nose, sir?

Her profile in general.

But particularly her nose.

It's so like...

Oh! [Sobs]

It's so like hers who is another's, Mrs. Todgers.

Now, Mr. Moddle...

If you want Miss Charity to be civil to you,

you are going to have to stop acting like a water pump

and going on all the time about another's.

It is very hard...

Ah-ah!

But I will try.

That's the spirit, Mr. Moddle.

Head up!

There, you looks charming.

I feel as if I was in someone else's clothes.

I'm all on one side,

and you've made one of my legs shorter than the other.

Oh, always complaining!

I suppose you don't like that, neither!

Why do you make me sit upon a bottle?

Ah! Deuce take the man

if he hadn't been and put my night bottle in his pocket. Ha ha!

Morning, ladies.
Good morning, Lewsome.

All ready?

My dear fellow, you look like a Guy Fawkes effigy.

Mr. Lewsome ain't an easy gent to get into his clothes, sir.

Oh, Westlock.

How can I thank you for your kindness?

Oh, say no more about it.

I'm glad to have the means to help you.

There is something else I have to say to you.

Something which has been a dreadful weight

on my mind throughout this long illness.

Is it the matter you wished to discuss with me

before you became ill?

May I leave it till I feel stronger?

My dear fellow, of course.

Here. The country air and a change of scenery

will make a new man of you.

The coach is ready.

Let's see if we can manage the stairs together, shall we?

All right, give me your arm.

Please hold this.

Ooh!

I thanks you.

[Sniffs]

Your darling sister I've only seen once since her marriage,

and then I thought her looking rather poorly.

My dear, I always thought you were to be the lady.

Oh, dear, no.

No, thank you, Mrs. Todgers.

There was no such intention on my side, I assure you.

[Laughs]

Oh. I daresay you were right.

But the misery we have heard from that match

here in this house, my dear Miss Pecksniff, nobody would believe.

Here?

Awful. Awful.

You remember my youngest gentleman Mr. Moddle?

Of course.

And how a kind of stony dullness came over him

whenever he was in your sister's company?

No. No, I don't remember that.

Oh, my dear, I have seen him again and again

sitting over his pie at dinner

with the spoon a perfect fixture to his mouth

gazing at your sister.

Well, I never noticed it.

But when the marriage took place,

when it was in the paper,
and read out by Mr. Jinkins at breakfast,

I thought he had taken leave of his senses, I did indeed.

The extraordinary actions he performed with his tea

and the clenching way

in which he bit his bread and butter,

the violent abuse he heaped on Mr. Jinkins--

I shall never forget it as long as I live.

If he hadn't been held down by 3 of my gentlemen,

I believe he would have had Mr. Jinkins' life with a boot-jack.

How absurd.

Then he went into a decline.

You could bring the tears into his eyes

by just looking at him.

I had such a turn yesterday

when the housemaid threw his bedroom carpet out of the window.

I thought it was him. He'd done it at last.

It's a pity he didn't.

Oh, fie, Miss Charity.

He should live to enjoy his prospects.

There's no harm in the poor lad.

He has prospects, does he?

Ohh, very promising young lawyer, I understand.

And how is your princely pa?

If I am not mistaken...

He has his eye on a new princess.

Oh.

I wouldn't have believed.

That is why I am here.

I won't bear it.

Quite right, my dear.

Well, it only goes to show...

There's no trusting a man.

They're all playthings of their passions.

[Organ playing]

Tom: I've had no more letters,

but don't be uneasy on that account.

Mary: I can't help worrying.

It is weeks since he wrote from New York.

He warned it might be so.

Besides, it's a true saying

that nothing travels so fast as ill news,

so you may depend upon it that he's all right.

You are a great comfort to me, Mr. Pinch.

I wish I could've served you more in that way.

But...

But what?

It will seem very foolish...

Very presumptuous...

And ridiculous of me, but...

I feared you might suppose it possible

that I should admire you too much for my own peace.

Mr. Pinch...

I cannot tell you how much your silent care and friendship

have meant to me these past weeks.

You have been a good angel to me.

I'm glad of it.

If I, too, have seemed somewhat reserved,

it was because I didn't wish to do you an injury with your employer.

With Mr. Pecksniff?

You've no reason to be afraid of him.

He's not a spy.

I fear you are mistaken.

You astonish me, Miss Graham.

I know what it is.

Martin has prejudiced you against him.

It's the most extraordinary circumstance,

but every student Mr. Pecksniff has ever had

has taken a violent dislike to him except myself.

But I know him better than all of them,

and I can assure you he is the best of men.

Mr. Pinch, I hope I don't offend you,

but I know you are mistaken.

No! It is you who are mistaken, Miss Graham!

[Mary sobs]

Miss Graham!
What's the matter?

Have I said anything to hurt you?

Pray, tell me what is distressing you.

The person whom you think the best of men...

Mr. Pecksniff, yes, what of him?

He's been...
making advances.

To you?

The other day, he waylaid me in the woods

and forced me to listen to a proposal of marriage.

What?

He caught hold of me and wouldn't let me go,

fondled me in the most offensive way.

Can this be true?

Mr. Pecksniff?

Absolutely true. I swear it.

And he says that if I marry him,

he will use his influence with Mr. Chuzzlewit

to restore Martin's hopes. But if I refuse him,

he will make sure they are never reconciled.

Do you believe me?

So they were right, then.

Who were right?

John Westlock...

Martin...

And the others.

Only I was fool enough to be taken in.

I know it is a sad blow for you.

I wouldn't have told you if I could've helped it.

Yes, yes, of course.

I must go now.

Yes.

[Hits loud, discordant note on organ]

[Outer door opens]

Pecksniff, what's the matter?

I am deceived, sir.

Deceived? By whom?

By someone in whom I placed unbounded trust.

By Thomas Pinch, of all people.

[Gasps]
Are you certain?

Quite certain.

But the worst of it is,

his treachery hurts you also, my friend.

How?

You alarm me, Pecksniff.

I'm not as strong as I was.

Have no fear.

I think I know my duty when I see it.

[Knock on door]

Pecksniff: Come in.

Jane, has Mr. Pinch returned from his...

organ practice?

Not yet, sir.

When he does, tell him I wish to see him.

Immediately!

Yes, sir.

[Knock on door]

Come in.

You wished to see me, Mr. Pecksniff?

Please be seated.

What was that pretty piece of music

you were playing this afternoon in church, Mr. Pinch?

You were there?

Yes, I was there, saying my prayers.

Lulled by the music, I fell into a slumber

from which I was awoken by the sound of voices.

Your voice and Miss Graham's.

From the fragments I overheard,

I ascertained that you, Mr. Pinch,

forgetful of all ties of honor and duty

and regardless of the sacred laws of hospitality

have presumed to address Miss Graham

in unreturned professions of attachment

and proposals of love.

I heard evidence of other treachery

which I spare to mention now.

You do not deny it, I see.

No, I do not deny it.

Oblige me by counting this money

and putting your name on this receipt.

It is your quarter's wages.

A person from the Dragon

will carry your luggage to wherever you please.

We part, Mr. Pinch, at once

and are strangers from this time on.

I'm glad he's gone.

Mr. Pinch.

So it's true that you've been dismissed.

I wouldn't wish to stay here anyway, Miss Graham,

except to protect you.

What did he accuse you of?

Of...

Of making professions of love to you.

What? The man is utterly wicked.

You denied it, of course.

No.

But...

Pecksniff overheard our conversation in the church.

If I denied it, he might have told Mr. Chuzzlewit

that you were corresponding with Martin.

But it's so unjust

that you should suffer on my account.

Where will you go?

Well, the Dragon tonight

and tomorrow to London.

I'll tell Mrs. Lupin

that if any letter arrives from America for me,

it should be handed to you.

Good-bye, Miss Graham.

I hope to see you again under happier circumstances.

Good-bye, Mr. Pinch.

And God bless you.

Well, I'm off, Mrs. Lupin.

And sorry I am to see you go, Mr. Pinch.

I don't think there's a person in the village

I could miss more--outside of Mark Tapley.

You haven't any more news of him

or young Mr. Chuzzlewit, I suppose?

I'm afraid not.
I'm sure they're all right.

I do hope so.

Here. Take this with you.

Do you want to deliver it somewhere in London?

Oh, Lord bless you, sir, no.

It's a little refreshment for the journey.

Well, this is enough to feed the whole coach.

No matter. Daniel will take you and your luggage to the crossroads.

You're very kind, Mrs. Lupin.

Goodness me.
What are all these people doing here?

I'm not the only person in the village as will miss you, Mr. Pinch.

All: ♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ and so say all of us ♪

Hey!

♪ And so say all of us ♪

♪ and so say all of us ♪

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪

♪ and so say all of us! ♪

Bye, Tom!
Bye, Tom!

God bless!

Look after yourself!

God bless!

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