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My Lady!

Oh, my Lady, there's...

There's a man down at the gate.

And he's carrying a great letter, oh...

Sealed like the Book of Judgment itself.

He ordered to deliver it up to anybody but you.

Oh, dear.

Well... We better go in and see to it.

Hadn't you, Frank?

What is it, Frank, and what am I to do with it?

It's a subpoena, Lizzie, from the Court of the Queen's Bailey, Edinburgh.

In Edinburgh?

Made for the High Court of Chancery in London.

A summons from England don't signify in Scotland.

If they can get the Scots to back 'em, as they have,

then it signifies strong enough, I can tell you.

Frank. What does it all mean?

It means you've got to present yourself in court in London eight days from now,

there to show good reason

why you should not surrender those diamonds to the Lord Chancellor.

Surrender them? You mean that the case is already decided?

No, it's early days yet for that,

but while it's being decided they want that necklace in custody,

so you've got to go there and hand it over.

- Got to go there? - Go to go there, Lizzie.

Unless you want the Queen's Bailey to lock you up for contempt.

An interesting communication, Mr Greystock?

Tolerably so, Mr Emilius.

The best thing is, Lizzie, I'll go back to London

and find out from your lawyers how the land lies,

and tell them all that you're coming.

After I'm gone, take a day or so to put things in order up here

and flush all these friends of yours out of the place.

Follow me on to London.

You and your maid can manage the journey?

Mr Greystock, Lady Eustace's friends would not dream of abandoning her.

We should be most happy to accompany you on your journey, dear lady,

and cheer your heart along the way.

It seems our dear friend, Lady Eustace, must return to London...

Some misunderstanding in the courts, if I'm not in error.

- They want a sight of those diamonds? - That's about it.

I was assuring Her Ladyship we shall be happy to bear her company.

Oh, indeed we shall. But where shall you stay in London, my dear?

Well, I really don't know. Brown's Hotel, I think.

You must make my little home your own for as long as it may suit you.

We ain't all that to look at in Hertford Street but we are very cosy.

I wouldn't dream of putting you to trouble.

No trouble at all, my dear.

You can make a small contribution to running costs, if that's what worries you.

Of course, you won't mind putting a little towards the carriage.

Lizzie, I must be off if l am to catch the connection to Kilmamock.

I've a care you don't wind up paying for all their railway tickets.

And mind you're in London by Wednesday ready to appear in court on Thursday.

See that Lady Eustace is in London by Wednesday night at the latest.

- If Her Ladyship wishes. - It's what her friends wish for her.

Might I suggest we take two days and spend Tuesday night in Carlisle?

There is a large hotel at the station with an excellent cuisine.

Settle it how you choose so long as you are in London by Thursday.

Now, I must go and pack.

Frank.

Crabstick, that will be all. Finish the packing in the morning.

- Will you call me tomorrow at 7 o'clock? - Very good, my Lady.

That will be all, Crabstick. Tomorrow morning at 7 o'clock sharp, remember?

Yes, my Lady. Good night, my Lady.

Come in.

I just came by, my dear, to see if you needed any help with packing.

Oh, no, thank you, I was just about to go to bed.

Now, what are you holding behind your back?

Having a nice little gloat, eh?

Such a small box to hold something so precious.

It's small but it's very strong.

It's quite light. Anyone could carry it off.

I still think that you should sell them.

Well, it's too late. Frank says they must be returned to the courts.

- What a pity you left it so long. - But anyway, I don't want money.

I want diamonds. Better to have the money than neither, my dear.

Money may not look as nice as diamonds

but it might come in handy one day.

Or perhaps you could use it to buy other diamonds later on.

If you have money, you see, you can have whatever you want.

- Yes... - But, of course, you're right

You couldn't possibly sell them now, could you?

So put them back in that dear little box again

and then go to sleep and dream of your handsome cousin.

Not far off now.

Don't worry, my Lady. It's still there.

You can trust us, you see.

But what would you do if a highwayman held up the train?

Well, I would rely on you, Lord George, for protection.

Don't take it for granted. I might feel inclined to ride off with him.

Only I don't think I'd risk 20 years hard labour

for a silly bauble like that

- A very expensive bauble, George. - But with no real value.

- You can eat or drink diamonds. - It's famous. You couldn't sell it.

But Mrs Carbuncle said you could split the stones up before you sold them.

It would still be recognised, that lot would.

You could keep them for ten years or so and try selling them then.

Is that what you would do?

If I could be bothered with stealing them, yes.

Oh, Lord George!

You are bold and free like Byron's corsair, but whatever you say,

I know that you would protect me and you would never steal my diamonds.

Why not? You, my Lady, are a parasite.

Just like the rest of us in here.

As one parasite to another, why shouldn't I help myself?

You did nothing to earn them.

- They may not legally be yours. - But, Lord George...

Just now you said that I could trust you.

Never trust anyone who says that.

Ah!

We are just coming into Carlisle now. Excuse me, Lady Eustace.

So far, my Lady, so good...

Splendid.

There!

Lord George, I do wish you would have the safe in your room for tonight

Not if l know it!

If you're worried, why not hand it over to the care of the management?

Yes, would you...? No, I think it would better remain in here.

- As you wish. - Dinner as soon as we're all tidy.

I hope that you have some of those gorgeous Cumberland hares,

cooked in Chambenin would be best, I think.

What a jolly evening. What a shame 'rt all has to end so soon.

All good things must end some time, dear lady.

Yes, an early start tomorrow, and a long day ahead.

Oh, dear, tomorrow London and all those horrible old judges.

It's sad our little party is breaking up,

but you and I, my dear, will be together in Hertford Street.

No doubt Lord George and Mr Emilius will visit us there.

Ah, but it won't be the same.

Lord George on the shores at Portray

with the sea at his back and the wind in his hair.

He was the image of... What was it that I said he was on the train?

Like Byron's corsair.

Yes... But here in London, he'll be just like any other man,

with a top hat and umbrella, going in and out of his club.

- And in and out of Hertford Street. - But not my corsair.

Just as well, perhaps, my dear.

Corsairs are very heady people to have around.

And you need to keep your mind clear for all your own business.

Until tomorrow, then... sleep well, my dear.

- Good night, Mr Emilius. - Good night.

Good night

Good night

Lizzie.

Ow! Clumsy!

Very sorry. my Lady-

I think the journey must have upset me. I better have one of the powders.

It might be wise, my Lady.

I don't need your opinion. Go and mix it.

Shall I take that, my Lady?

Ow!

What is the matter with you tonight? Have you been drinking?

No, my Lady, but perhaps the journey upset me...

Crabslid;

- I think you'd better go to bed. - Yes, my Lady.

Call me tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock, will you?

And I am going to lock this door, so you are going to have to knock

in order for me to let you in, is that understood?

Yes, my Lady.

- That will be all, Crabstick. - Thank you, my Lady.

Good night. my Lady-

Dear God, please bless the souls

of my mother, my father and my dear, departed husband.

May they rest in peace, And please, God!

Make it all right about my diamonds.

Amen.

Wake up, my Lady. Wake up, my Lady!

Crabslid! How did you get in here?

Door was open, my Lady, the lock cut clean away.

- The safe! - Gone, my Lady!

I always feared that would be.

- I was always telling myself... - Shh!

Shh... I feel sick.

- What do you want me to do? - Don't stand there gibbering, girl!

- Find the manager! Send for the police! - Yes, my Lady!

- Phineas? - Poorhouses.

There's nothing I can do about them. I go, look at them and come away again.

There's no money, hardly any to spend on them.

Most of the money available, they pay me for inspecting them.

I've got lamb chops for your supper.

I'll tell the girl to fetch the poner.

Mary, even in Ireland, there is such a thing as wine.

- I want a bottle of claret. - You're getting very extravagant.

On £1,000 a year, I suppose I can afford to drink claret when I like.

- Well, just for this once, then. - Why just for this once?

We've got to be careful, Phineas, with the baby so near to coming.

Even with a baby, I think we can afford to drink claret.

We need to save, Phineas.

Babies aren't babies for long, you know.

They need things. Not only food and cloth.

Education, more rooms to live in.

Well, this big baby wants a bottle of claret.

And didn't you hear me say that tonight you shall have it?

And, Phineas, there's a special bottle of Champagne out there

for you to drink on the day the baby comes.

I hope you have everything else as well-organised as that.

Oh, yes. As soon as it starts...

The girl will send for the midwife, then the doctor, and then for me,

at work, so that I can come home.

To drink your Champagne to the health of your new baby son.

And the health of my little wife as well.

Ah! I'll mate you.

- My dear! - Oh, Marie!

Your Grace!

- Did you have a good journey? - Oh, train was delayed.

Dear, oh, dear. Now, who is playing what?

Who do you suppose? Your lady wife.

Well...What's the news from London?

Well! The plot thickens, Your Grace.

Apparently, the safe has been found under a railway arch not 200 yards..

Thank you. ...from the hotel in Carlisle.

Apparently, it had been opened and it was empty.

Never mind about the safe, what about Lizzie Eustace?

She has returned to London, Your Grace.

And?

Queen to Rook Four, Your Grace.

- What? - on! Lady Elizabeth Eustace!

She has been to court, Your Grace.

Fortunately, the judge told her

unless anything emerges to impugn her from the police enquiries

no disciplinary aciion will be taken against her

for failing to produce the necklace.

- What's that mean? - It means, Your Grace,

that she is not guilty of contempt of court.

I shouldn't think so, since the necklace has been stolen.

She might perhaps have been neglectful.

Neglectful of her own diamonds?

The court had yet to decide that they are her diamonds.

Meantime, I suppose, they're the thief's diamonds!

I wonder what the police will say!

The police haven't confided in us, Glencora.

I wonder what Lord Fawn will do. Do you think he'll stick to her?

Lord Fawn was in our last government. He'll behave with honor.

- A non-sequitur, I fear. - He'll have to stick with her.

If the court finds in her favour, he'll have no excuse to break it off.

Duke?

I understand that you, my Lady, have sworn in court

to His Honour, the Recorder of Cariisle,

that them diamonds was in the safe before you went to sleep that night.

- Is that correct? - Oh, yes, Sergeant, I did.

I said, 'I swear by Almighty God that the evidence I shall give...'

Thank you, my Lady, but is them facts correct?

Yes. Oh, yes. I had the diamonds out the night before I left Portray.

I put them back in the safe and didn't unlock it.

And so, ladies and gentlemen, the situation is this.

The court is frettin' itself about whether them jewels is herlooms,

or paraphernalia, or both. Or neither.

And if so, who should have them.

But I say none of that is any use

when there ain't no diamonds for anyone to have.

In short, where are they?

- Thank you, my Lord. - You're no nearer finding them?

- I wouldn't quite say that. - You have a clue, then?

Yes, Your Reverence, and that clue is...

that there is no clue!

Now, look, we are not here to play silly games.

Diamonds like these, my Lady, don't go around the place

without somebodys hearing of them.

If any known thief, such as was clever enough to have done this job,

was trying to sell them, or even to hide them,

there would've been talk, my Lady.

There would've been whispers, my Lady.

Not very loud, but loud enough for them to have come my way by now.

If you see what I'm getting at...

My Lord?

Yes, you're relying on the gossip of thieves and you've been disappointed.

When there is stolen diamonds going around,

there is always thieves' gip going around after them.

Only this time, no thieves' gossip going around,

so no stolen diamonds going around either.

- If you see what l mean. -l do,l do.

You mean the diamonds are still hidden away in Carlisle?

Not quite, my Lady. I mean it's just possible that Your Ladyship,

and Lord George perhaps, have made a tiny little mistake on the journey,

and that if we was to look very carefully in Your Ladyship's boxes,

and His Lordship's as well,

we might find them diamonds had been there all the time,

hidden away in some... odd little corner, perhaps.

Unbeknownst.

A fortune in diamonds unbeknownst?

I suppose you want to go through Mr Emilius's belongings as well.

No, madam, we respects the cloth.

You can go through my traps any time you like.

And mine.

And yours, my Lady?

And so, my dear, the police are not...

I can't read that scrawl.

Mr Palliser?

- Pressing it. - Oh, the police are not pressing it!

'Yours to command at any time, Dolly Longstaffe.'

Yes, well, it's my belief that it's Lord George Carruthers.

Well, one thing is quite certain. Lizzie Eustace needs a friend.

Next time I'm in London, I shall go and visit her.

I might even take her up. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Duke?

If you want horrors, go to Madame Tussauds. Don't do that.

- Well, what harm can come of it? - I think Mr Palliser means, my dear,

would it be wise? After all, she is a little fishy.

Nobody minded at the garden party.

But she was only invited because she was engaged to Lord Fawn.

She still is! Poor little woman. Why does everybody turn on her like this?

Just she's lost her necklace.

The infernal thing is, they're not satisfied even now.

They turned my digs upside-down and found nothing.

They follow me round as if l carry the necklace in my pocket.

Look at the way they treated me, asking to go through my belongings.

With reason. The damned things did belong to you.

You had them. You might have made some mistake about where you put them.

What mischief have I with them? Unless I stole them.

Which is, of course, absurd.

- I wish they were in the sea! - The sea at Portray Castle!

As it is, I suppose, some London thief has got 'em.

The police think that box was empty when it was stolen.

How can they know? They weren't there to see.

How could anybody know?

Except you-.

I'm sick and tired of being spied on and followed about.

I'm beginning to see little policemen swimming in my brandy.

I wish I had got those diamonds. It would pay me for all this nuisance.

I do wish that you had.

I can't imagine what I should do with them.

A man might as well try and sell the Taj Mahal.

It's my belief that if I had got those diamonds, the weight would crush me altogether.

Well...

Lady Eustace and I must dress for the theatre.

And I am to dine with a grateful parishioner.

My blessings on you all in your troubles.

The carriage will be here in half an hour.

You might as well tell me all about it.

All about what?

Those cursed diamonds. Where are they and how did you manage it?

You won't betray me?

Follow me.

Thank you, Crabstick. That'll be all for tonight.

- But, my Lady... - I can manage by myself.

Close the door.

Anyone see you?

You little hellcat.

Does anybody else know? Jane? Your cousin Greystock?

- How did they get here? - In my pocket.

All the way from Scotland?

That night at Carlisle?

Under my pillow.

The safe. How did you arrange all that?

I didn't. I'm not dishonest, George!

The theft of the safe was real enough.

Since I happened to have the diamonds under my pillow at the time.

You just hung onto them and forgot to tell the polioe.

Yes. But I always meant to tell you because I knew you'd be good to me.

These diamonds are my own, George.

Surely I may do what I like with my own.

Yes, in a way.

But you see, there is a lawsuit in Chancery going on about them.

You lied to the police and perjured yourself in front of the Recorder.

It ain't quite straight sailing, you know.

I suppose not. But you will help me?

- What in Hades is a fellow to do? - Sell 'em!

You might as well put the Tower of London on the market.

Don't desert me. Don't desert me. What am I to do?

You better hand them back and make a clean breast to the police.

- No! - I don't see any other way.

I don't suppose they'll prosecute you.

Prosecute me? For having my diamonds under my pillow in my bedroom?

No, Lie, for telling fibs about it. For perjury!

Well...

If they did prosecute me for perjury, what could they do to me?

Lock you up for five years, perhaps.

- Oh, George! Oh, please! - Sorry, Lizzie. I can't touch them.

But you will help me? You will tell me what to do?

You won't hand them over and come clean?

Then lock them back in there and leave them there

unless the police arrive with a search warrant.

If they do, make some excuse to come up here and then hide the necklace

somewhere on your person... somewhere secret.

You understand me, Lie?

I can't think they'll ask to search you physically. If they do, refuse.

Go into hysteria. Start screaming about your dead husband.

They'll suspect you, of course, but then they do that already.

But you will be true?

You will care for me in my ordeal?

I dare say the devil will if I don't.

Get yourself dressed for the play or Jane will cut your head off.

Theatre is the one thing apart from food she cares for.

The play, as a play, is a failure. Tame as rainwater.

The Noble Jill indeed!

I rather enjoyed it.

But, my dear, a noble jitt is a contradiction in terms.

A woman when she has once said the word is bound to slick to it.

I don't know.

If I found I didn't like a man, I'd leave him at the altar.

I'd leave him even after the altar.

I'd leave him any time I found I didn't like him.

Well, I declare!

You and Lord George would make a fine pair.

Yes, you both have a brave disregard for the conventions.

This...friendship between you and Lord George is one of long standing?

Oh, we are old, old friends.

Were it not for the accident with Mr Carbuncle, we might...

I can assure you, my dear, there is nothing between me and Lord George.

Good God! Your house is surrounded by the police.

Good evening, my Lady, madam.

Bad news, I'm afraid.

Her Ladyship's been robbed again.

Nothing of yours, Mrs Carbuncle, or so your footman says.

Just the desk in Her Ladyship's bedroom.

It's crystal clear what happened.

The footman and the cook went off round the corner,

leaving Her Ladyship's maid, Patience Crabstick, alone in the house.

When they returned, no Crabstick

- They looked round and found this. - I never did like that Crabstick!

- Sly slut. - Not that she opened this desk.

This was done by a real expert.

But no doubt he let her in, showed her where to go,

and told her what he might exped to find.

What did he expect to find, Lady Eustace?

What did you keep in this desk?

There was a little money, a ten-pound note, the odd sovereign.

Nothing else of value?

Money's gone all right, though nothing to compare with your last misfortune.

Rather a waste of time, I would've thought, for a thief in this class.

Or was he wasting his time, Lady Eustace?

Getting to be rather a habit of hers.

Isn't it, madam?

Only this time, I think it's genuine.

Now, you listen to me, Frederick. And you too, Mother!

I can hear you very clearly, dear. And so, I imagine, can Frederick.

The world is beginning to laugh at the Fawn family.

At Frederick in particular.

It appears he is making no effort to help himself.

It is evident, Mother, you are incapable of effectively deploying him.

Clara, you should not speak of your brother as if he were a piece of cannon.

I speak of my brother as I see him.

The seventh Lord Fawn of Fawn Court.

And entitled to respect from all quaners.

Which, Mother, he is not at the moment receiving.

Since no-one else is prepared to act,

it is up to me, as his eldest and only married sister, to take matters in hand.

- Now, then, Frederick. - Yes, Clara?

First let us establish the exact situation.

Are you or are you not engaged to Lady Eustace?

Well...

- I don't know. - You don't know?

Our engagement was conditional upon her behaving property about the diamonds.

- Well... - Well, she hasn't.

And since the second robbery, she refuses to assist the police.

And on top of all that, she is living near Shepherd Market

with a highly peculiar woman.

- Clara, I say! - No, Frederick, you need not.

For the credit of the family, you must not consort further with her.

So much for her.

The thing to be settled now is whom you shall consort with.

Don't you think, Clara, Frederick might like to decide that for himseif'?

If we leave it to Frederick, Mama, he will either marry disaster

or die an old maid.

- You need someone more respectable. - Yes, indeed, Clara.

- But someone with her money. - More, if possible.

You have a widowed mother to maintain.

And seven sisters for whom to find dowries.

Very large dowries they will need to be.

Well, you did not have very much, Clara, dear,

but I suppose you had other means of persuasion.

General Hittaway saw I was not to be trifled with,

if that is what you mean.

Apart from that, there is Fawn Court to keep up in reputable fashion.

There must be more money, Frederick, and it is your duty to marry it.

I shall apply my mind to the problem

of precisely whose money you shall marry.

And acquaint you with my decision on my next visit.

'My beloved spake and said unto me: Rise up, my fair one, and come away.

For low, the winter's passed, the rain is over and gone.

'The flowers appear on the earth,

'the time of the singing of birds is come,

and the voice of the turtle is heard in the land.

O, my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock,

that art in the secret places of the stairs.

Let me see thy countenance. Let me hear thy voice.

For sweet is thy voice and thy countenance is comely.

My beloved is mine and I am his...'

- Lady Glencora Palliser to see you. - The Lady Glencora Palliser?

- Show her up. - 'He feedeth among the lilies.'

Good afternoon, Mr Emilius.

Good afternoon, Mr Emilius.

Oh!

- May I come in? - Dear Lady Glencora!

Forgive me.

I don't think we've met since just after my daughter was born

when you came to the Duke's garden party with Lord Fawn.

But I have heard of your terrible troubles

and I thought I'd come and say a few words of comfort.

- You can see it has made me ill. - Oh, I don't wonder.

The necklace gone in Carlisle, now your money in London.

The money was nothing, Lady Glencora.

- But the diamonds, Lady Eustace? - Ah, the diamonds!

They were a gift of love to me from my dead husband.

Once lawyers started making trouble, they became such a burden,

I often used to say that I would throw them to the bottom of the sea.

Oh... I don't think I'd have done that

But then you didn't suffer as I suffered.

Poor lonely widow that I was,

betrayed by those in whom I'd placed my deepest trust.

You had heard Lady Glenoora how I had been treated by Lord Fawn?

Almost abandoned.

Never you worry, my dear.

I shall soon make Lord Fawn see where his duty lies.

He shall be made to renew his offer on his knees.

Oh, yes, I should enjoy that

Then I shall see to it.

Meanwhile, my dear, I am charged by the Duke of Omnium

to say how he feels for you in your...affliction.

The Duke?

He's very concerned about your case.

Oh!

And now l must be off.

My cousin and childhood playmate, Mr Greystock, Lady Glenoora.

How do you do?

Do what you can to put the roses back in your cousin's cheeks.

Au revoir, my dear.

Lizzie, there is a lot of very nasty talk.

The club is full of it.

- What talk? - You and those diamonds, what else?

How can I help that?

- Lizzie... - Speak words of comfort, Frank.

Put roses back into my cheeks, as the Lady Glencora bade you.

I thought that was Lord Fawn's privilege, in London.

You know I only care for Lord Fawn if I have no-one else to protect me.

They do say Lord George de Bruce Carruthers is protecting you.

Lord George de Bruce Carruthers hasn't been near me

since this house was robbed and I became ill.

Oh, help me, Frank!

- Lizzie! - Help your poor, afflicted cousin.

Lizzie, you know I'm engaged to Lucy Morris.

- I know. - The dearest creature that ever lived.

- I know, she is a dear. - Yes, she is.

Yes, but I'm so alone, Frank. My father's dead.

My husband's dead. Lord Fawn's deserted me.

- I have no brother. - You have me.

Can you love me as a brother, Frank?

- Oh, cousin Lizzie. - Frank...

Mother! Frederick.

- Where are the girls? - They are gone for the day.

- To Kew Gardens. - Kew Gardens?

Oh, well, at least admission there is inexpensive.

- Now, then, Frederick. - Clara, will you take luncheon?

Thank you, no, Mama! I can only spare a few minutes!

I have come solely for the sake of Frederick!

- Frederick, I have had a brainwave. - A brainwave, Clara?

Last time I was here, I undertook to turn up a rich and suitable wife for you.

I have hit on the very thing.

You shall marry Madame Max Goesler.

Madame Max Goesler? Oh, but, my dear!

Is she not foreign...and in trade?

Only the trade is foreign, Mother.

Which happily removes it from our doorstep.

She owns a bank in Vienna.

The lady herself has lived long enough in London

and spent enough there to count as English.

- For all practical purposes. - Even so, Clara, she is an outsider.

Nonsense! She is the intimate friend of Lady Glencora Palliser.

But, Clara, I dislike Madame Goesler

Do not be frivolous, Frederick.

The matter is too grave for the obtrusion of your preferences.

I've every reason to believe that she dislikes me.

You can remedy that simply by being attentive to her.

You may be deficient in charm, Frederick,

but it is wonderful what sheer persistence will do.

You must ask and ask and refuse to take no for an answer.

Eventually, she will be so sick of repeating herself she will say yes.

Simply for the sake of variety.

But will she like the idea of me and the girls?

The idea of you and the girls, Mother, will be somewhat obscured

by the romantic haze of courtship.

Until the affair is fixed and it is too late for the lady to withdraw.

So, now, Frederick, it is up to you.

Stiffen your sinews.

Summon up your blood.

I shall expect to hear you have started on your campaign of conquest

within the week.

- Lord Fawn. - Lord Fawn?

An unusual pleasure.

Well, I happened to be passing.

I said to myself l don't seem to have seen Madame Goesler lately.

I wonder how the world is wagging with her.

Well, I am mostly at Matching nowadays.

The Duke needs to be amused in his illness

and is kind enough to ask for my company.

Ah, yes, the Duke. I suppose he keeps you out of London.

But I dare say if you had something to keep you in London...

I don't quite follow your drift, my Lord.

Well, I... If something... or rather, somebody

in London were to become more important to you than the Duke

down at Matching...

then I dare say you would stay here instead.

I can assure you, my Lord, there is nothing to keep me here in London.

But if there were...

Why do you persist in this improbable hypothesis, my Lord?

Because even the improbable, Madame Max, may come to pass.

You and I, we don'! know each other very well.

We do not, my Lord, no.

Until today, it was improbable this state of affairs should be amended.

But now it has occurred to me if we took to spending more time together

l dare say that we should learn to know each other much better.

Conceivably we should, my Lord.

But I feel I should warn you that I am going to Matching shortly

and will not be back for some time.

So there will be little, if any, possibility for further social commerce between us.

Then we must make opportunity.

Madame Max

May I say 'Marie'?

I have come here this afternoon to declare to you...

- Lord Fawn! - Call me Frederick.

I have come to you humble and unworthy as I am...

Marie, I just came by to give you the news from Matching.

Well, I dare say it will wait for the moment.

Oh!

Lord Fawn.

- But I want a word with you. - Really, Lady Glencora?

Who do you think I saw yesterday?

Hm? I'm afraid I've no idea.

I went to call upon Lady Eustace and I found her in bed.

Oh, I do so feel for her. I think she's been very hardly used.

I hardly know what to say, Lady Glenoora.

My name, as you know, was recently connected with hers.

And still is.

And although we are sure of your high-minded devotion, Lord Fawn

we would also like to be sure you will do your bounden duly.

- My bounden duty? - Yes, as Lady Eustace's betrothed.

Oh, you must go to her at once!

I understand there is no shortage of gentlemen to do that

Lord Fawn, that is unchivalrous.

Poor thing is so beset, of course she needed a few strings to her bow.

But...

No string so taut as you, Lord Fawn.

As you are great, my Lord, be merciful.

I'm afraid, Lady Glenoora, that it's a matter I cannot discuss.

Certain other circumstances have arisen.

Oh, you mean all this about the diamonds.

I don't think, Lady Glenoora, that you quite take my meaning.

Possibly not, Lord Fawn, but I don't think that you quite take mine.

The Duke of Omnium himself desires the Lady's welfare.

- Oh? The Duke? - Yes.

He's been very disturbed by reports you have been neglectful of Lady Eustace.

- Disturbed, is he? - Oh, y, he is.

As you know, he is an old man,

but his word still carries weight with my husband.

- Quite so. Your...husband. - Mrn-hm.

My husband.

Very well, Lady Glencora. Since you describe the lady's sorrows...

so movingly, I will go to her at once.

Good afternoon, Lady Glencora. Madame Goesler.

- Ahem... - Lord Fawn?

My lord and master come at last to see how does his ailing Lizzie.

Well... I didn't realise you were still desirous of seeing me

afier what has passed between us.

This ring has passed between us, I think.

Er...yes.

Shortly afterwards, I was compelled to make it very clear to you

that I could not make you my wife so long as you insisted

on keeping certain jewels which were not yours to keep.

That has yet to be decided by the court.

Meanwhile, I no longer have the diamonds in my possession.

- But you did not give them up. - But I wason mywaytodoso

- when they were stolen. - You were so ordered by the judge.

Well, if you think so poofly of me, my Lord, why come to see me now?

Well, I was hoping that we might arrive at an understanding.

But we arrived at an understanding long ago.

I was to be your wife.

The truth is, Frederick, that you've been shamed into coming here.

Lizzie, I only wish to do what is right.

Then you have only to keep that engagement

which was made at your own, most pressing request.

It is the talk of London that you have been receiving other attentions.

Yes, indeed I have.

I have been honoured by a message from the Duke of Omnium, no less,

which was brought to my bedside by my friend, the Lady Glencora, in person.

- I know. I did not mean her. - Then what did you mean?

I mean...

I mean, Lady Eustace,

that certain gentlemen have been admitted to your...

Have a care. If you insult me, the Duke of Omnium shall hear of it,

and my friend, the Lady Glencora Palliser,

can have every door in London slammed in your face.

Lady Eustace.

Pray allow me to ask pardon for any wrong I may have done you

and to beseech you that even now

you will do me the honor to become my wife.

Come in.

I'm sorry, my Lady, but my business won't wait.

Oh, no, don't you go, sir. Lord Fawn, isn't it?

Nor you, Mrs Carbuncle.

It is desirable that there be witnesses present

when I tell Lady Eustace what I now have to tell her.

I have to tell you, my Lady, that your Ladyship's maid,

Patience Crabsticzk,

has been tracked down and apprehended.

- What has she said? - Nothing as yet, my Lady.

She was only took yesterday.

But this morning, she has agreed to turn Queen's evidence.

And in an hour or two, she will be questioned by my superior officer,

Major Macintosh.

It is of this that I am here to apprise you.

Have you anything to say, my Lady?

Has Crabslid got the diamonds?

Oh, no, madam.

Patience Crabstick was clearly only an accomplice.

But now that she's come round to our side, so to speak,

we expect to know everything.

Everything, Lady Eustace, in a very short time.

Sergeant, as you can see, I am still very weak from my recent illness.

But not so weak, my Lady,

but what you can collect Your Ladyship's thoughts together

in case explanations should be required later on.

Oh!

One thing more, my Lady.

In view of Your Ladyship's weak state,

I don't suppose you was thinking of going anywhere.

But if you was, permit me to advise Your Ladyship against it.

- Are you dictating to me? - No, my Lady!

Merely making a suggestion in the interest of Your Ladyship's health.

Good day, my Lady. Madam.

- Thank you for your patience, my Lord. - Thank you, Sergeant.

Frederick?

I don't think you can expect me to stay any longer in the circumstance.

For your own sake, I hope you accept the good Sergeant's advice.

If not, no doubt your friend the Duke of Omnium will be pleased to offer his.