All language subtitles for The Pallisers 3

I'm glad you could come, Alice.

You're not cold are you?

I'm not cold at all, Lady Glencora.

The last time we met you
promised to call me Glencora.

What a perfect match.

Yes, they're called Damien Flirt.

I tell you what, Alice,
you shall drive if you like.

I'd much sooner you did.

I like driving more than
anything else in the world, I think.

I ride sometimes when Sir Palliser
doesn't like ladies to hunt.

But that's pretty tame.

They do let me drive to make up.

Oh, sometimes I'd like
to drive four-in-hand.

I don't know what
Mr. Palliser would say to that. Huh?

Huh-huhh.

- Come on!

This is the beginning of the park.

This must be Matching.

Yes.

Are those ruins?

Ah, Alice, that's where Sir Guy de
Pallisier met Richard the Lion Heart.

When he was coming back from battle
or something masculine of that kind.

King Richard was way for a rest and
Sir Guy gave him the last drinks

of wine in his flask.

And the king said, "Cask for a glass.
One good turn deserves another".

So with a flick of his fingers
he gave all the priory lands

to Sir Guy and his heirs forever.

And that, my dear,
is how it all began.

All this for a few dregs of wine.

Uh huh.

Mugs.

Glencora?

Shall I know any
of your other guests?

No. They're all politicians.

As a good liberal I shall
find that most interesting.

Um, not Mr. Bott, you won't.

Mr. Bott?

A member from Saint Helens.

Yes Mr. Bott, a member for Saint Helens.

Giddyap.

Giddyap.

Miss Vavasor.

Welcome to Matching.

It was most kind of you to come.

It was most kind of you
to receive me, Mr. Palliser.

Well spoken.

Come along, my dear, I told them
to have tea ready in my boudoir.

Ah, Duke, this is my cousin
Alice Vavasor.

The Duke of Saint Bungay, Alice.

Bunguy.

Oh, Bungay sounds so much nicer.

The Duke of Saint Bungay, Alice.

Miss Vavasor.

How nice to have another
young lady here.

Oh, careful, Duke, or
I shall be getting jealous.

Come along, my dear.
You'll have to excuse us, sir,

we're going up for some tea.

First, my dear.

First what?

You must complete the introductions.

Oh, yes, Mr. Bott this is my cousin
Alice Vavasor. Alice, this is Mr. Bott.

Come along.
Let's leave the men to their politics.

Incorrigible.

Shall we continue?

Mr. Bott.

I call it my boudoir because that way
I can keep people out of it.

Isn't it pretty?

Very pretty.

Yes, the Duke of Omnium made it all.

Now, he understands
such things thoroughly.

Mr. Palliser cares nothing for being pretty.
Not even his wife.

- But he wouldn't have married me.
- You would not say that if you mean it.

Oh, I don't know, Alice.
Sometimes when I look at myself...

I mean when I really am being myself,
not grimacing or making up or anything,

huh, I think I'm the ugliest woman
on.

Just think, I'm going gray already.

How old are you?

Five and twenty.

Oh, I'm so sorry,
I shouldn't have asked.

What nonsense.
Why should I be ashamed of my age.

I don't know. People are.

Look, five and twenty would be nothing
if you were married, but you've been

rather slow about that.

I shall be married some day.

Of course you will be.

You'll have to give in
to somebody in the end.

Who'll it be, Alice?

I'm engaged to Mr. John Grey.

Yes, but you're in no hurry
about him, are you?

My marriage is my concern, Lady Glencora.

Of course, my dear, except I should
expect you to tell me all about it.

And all about that dashing cousin, too.

The one that knows Mr. Fitzgerald.

My cousin George and I
are old friends and that is all.

I dare say it is.

But don't deceive yourself, Alice,
or you may end up the same as me.

Being given in marriage
as a piece of property

like a house or field or...cow.

They say that such marriages
can be very happy.

Well, many people get exactly
what they bargained for.

Plantagenet bargained among other things,

for a wife to bear him a child.

Surely Mr. Palliser loves you.

Oh, he mean it, I'm sure.

I...I could love him, perhaps.

If only he'd be pleased with me,
and he would be if I had a child.

A child, Alice,
an heir for the future duke.

It's a dreadful thing not to have a child
when so much depends on it.

But you're such a short time married.

- But always a question in his eye.

There was another one who
also had a question in his eye.

But the question was very different,
and I could have answered it

just as he desired.

I will not speak of him,
and you must not.

Alice,...
Alice, have you seen him in London?

No.

And even if I had,
I would not tell you.

You must not speak of him, Glencora.

- Evening, Mr. Faset.
- Good evening.

Have you heard from cousin Alice
down at Matching?

Just a short note to say
there's a party there,

and the Duke of St. Bungay
and all the liberal big "pots."

Does Glencora care for that?

Alice don't say.

It might help if you would get Alice
to say a bit more.

She's promised me more
about all the politicians.

What about Glencora I mean.

What she's feeling. What she's doing.
Who's she's visiting from Matching.

This is my big chance, George,
and I mean it to be a good one.

Not some half-cocked business
like Barlow.

So, with Lady Glencora
safely down at Matching

and Burgo Fitzgerald here in London

I don't think we've got
too much to worry about.

For the time being.

I wasn't told the duke
so at Lake Como.

But we must keep
our eyes and ears open.

Oh, indeed, we must.

For the last post out, Fredrick.

If, uh, ahem, if Mr. Fitzgerald
should leave London or

Glencora shows signs
of getting restless.

After all there cannot be much
to amuse her at Matching.

No, that was why it was
so sensible of Mr. Palliser

to find a companion for her.

That relative of yours, uh,
the Lad.., oh, yes, Alice Vavasor.

Now I remember Glencora used
to visit her before the wedding.

Now, a friend like that would be
just the thing to keep her straight now.

Hm, you see, who's going to keep
Alice Vavasor straight?

But...I thought you said
she was engaged.

She was...and still is,
I am thankful to say,

to a small...Fenland
Squire called John Grey.

Just the sort of thoroughly dull and
reliable nature to associate with

would do a young woman in her
station of life, but, uh...

her further vice to me...
that she is hankering after

her fresh, cousin George...
not for the first time,

and there...Charlotte...
must be stopped.

Well, have you spoken
to Miss Alice about it?

Heh, heh, I ain't seen her,
not first to, that is,

since she was a baby doll.

You've not seen her, Evalaide?

Oh, the Vavasor's, Charlotte,
are not quite of our...standing.

They are not what the French call

du monde.

Oh...well this one's 'du monde' enough
to get herself invited to Matching.

So I now realize.

And since I've always taken an interest
in her for her dear mother's sake,

I shall find excuse to go
to Matching, myself,

and tell Alice that married to Mr. Grey
she must be and at once.

She's not getting any younger.

It may be her last
respectable chance.

Glencora won't want you at Matching?

I shall claim shelter for the night
on my way into the country for Christmas.

On...shall you?

Then, perhaps, I think
I'd better come, too.

And take a look at Glencora.

I can take a look at Glencora
for both of us, Charlotte.

Oh, I really don't see
whey I should be left out.

If there is one woman alive whom
Glencora hates more than me,

Charlotte, it is you.

She would never suffer
both of us in the house.

And I thought of it first!

Oh.

Oh, excuse me.

You've not yet met
Mr. Palliser's cousin, Geoffrey.

And, uh, this is another new arrival,
Mr. Barrington Erle, the chief,

or so they tell me,
of the liberal party, of course.

My cousin, Alice Vavasor gentlemen,
and I warn you, a terrible radical.

- Miss Vavasor.
- As I've been discovering

these last few days.

There's nothing I want as much,
Miss Vavasor, is to become a radical.

If only you will teach me how.

I think you can very
easily teach yourself,

being you're president of the council.

Do you?

I doubt it.

I've voted for every liberal measure
that has come before parliament,

since I have a seat in either house.

And I've not been able
to get beyond, yet.

Have you voted for the secret ballot?

Well...no, I've not.

Then you cannot seriously
wish to be a radical.

Well!

Palliser.

You want to be called...a radical,
but I'm told by Miss Vavasor

that you will never be called
unless you've voted for the ballot.

I don't think I want
to be called a radical, Duke.

I don't think I want to
be called anything at all.

Except Chancellor of the Exchequer.

We hope.

Splendid.

That's about the finest
ambition a man can have.

Huh?

Indeed, Duke.

A man who can manage
the purse strings of this country

can manage anything.

The Duke of St. Bungay is looking
very well pleased to be here.

That's because he's among friends,
Mr. Bott.

What I have heard he's
sympathetic toward you intend

and would be very happy
to see you in office.

- I cannot tell about that.
- Hmm.

That girl, to whom your wife,
has just introduced me,...

Oh, you mean her cousin,
Alice Vavasor?

yes, she has the most
pronounced views on politics.

Sharp mind.

Is she not also cousin to George Vavasor,

the man who's going to
win the Chelsea's districts for us?

Yes,

Ahem, not all of us are quite sure
that Mr. Vavasor is, uh, strictly

the kind of man we want.

He oughta be given a chance, I think.

Yes, I agree, I... I met him
some time ago in Switzerland.

And you were impressed, Palliser?

He, too, has a sharp mind.

My Lady...dinner is served.

Ah, thank you,.

Duke, you shall take me in.

With all the pleasure in life.

Here, you shall take in Miss Vavasor.

Do be nice to Geoffrey, Alice,
unless I have a,

he'll be Mr. Palliser's heir.

And one day he might
make you a duchess.

Oh, she's a terrible tease,
ain't she?

Oh, what an evening.
All those politicians.

All they ever think about is
getting and keeping power.

Sometimes they use it to do good.

Do they really?
Huh.

I daresay Mr. Palliser might,
because he's such a good man.

Hohwee.

You look tired, Lady Glencora.
Let's go to bed.

I told you a dozen times, Alice,
call me Glencora.

But I doubt if you'll want to when you
hear what I've got to tell you now.

I heard early this evening that Lady
Midlothian is coming her in three days time,

and she will not be put off.

And what is Lady Midlothian to me?

An old friend of your mother's

as she was of mine,

just like she was a lay to Mr. Grey
and she's very put out.

- But she's never even met me.
- You're wrong, Alice,

she saw you several
times as a baby.

Well, that does not qualify
her to meddle with me now.

Well, you try and stop her.
She means to come here to Matching

and positively scounge you back
into Mr. Grey's arms.

Then I shall ignore her impertinence.
Good go, Alice. Bravaho!

Alice...Alice, don't let them
force you to take him.

Even though your finger be put out
for the ring there for your,

you should go back
if you did not love him.

Believe me, Alice, believe me.

- I believe you, Glencora.
- You may call me Cora, huh.

I had a sister once, older than I,
and she used to call me Cora.

If...she had lived...she would have
listened, as you must now.

Alice.

Alice, ever since we encountered
Mr. Fitzgerald in Switzerland

I've known something. Oh, I put on
a show for you at the time, but...

- I knew then, and I know now...
- What do you know?

that I shall go on thinking of him
and can never stop.

You must put him
from your thoughts, forever.

- Glencora, you will injure Mr. Palliser.
- I have already injured him

by marrying him at all.

I had to drive with him
like a beast to a stud.

- Glencora!
- Well, like a beast to a new owner.

Oh Alice...
Alice, if you knew how I hate myself.

But I love you with all my heart.

Oh, Glencora, I love you so dearly.

Then, you're the only one that does.

You and perhaps Burgo.

You must not say that name.

There are many who love you

And you must look to
Mr. Palliser for love.

It's impossible.

We were told to marry each other,
and we mother of his child

he might have love
because of that.

But Alice he really
requires no loving,

either to take it or to give it.

Oh, I wish it were so with me.

I'm so grateful that you love me.

Yes, somebody's love I must have found.

But I couldn't have remained here.

I had a long letter from
Matching Prior this morning.

Did you?

What news from Cousin Alice?

She likes the air in high places.

Does that help you?

Indirectly.

Mr. John Grey is down in the Fen.

Did she say anything...of Glencora?

Nothing to your purpose.

Well I've had news of my own.

Not from the Lady Glencora?

No, from my damned old
harridan of an aunt, Lady Monk.

- Ha, ha.

She says she's invited Glencora and
Planty Pal to Monkshade for Christmas.

She always has a house party
around then, and she always

asks me to join it.

Uncommon obliging of Lady Monk?

Yes.

Right. That's it.

500 up.

My aunt always wanted
Glencora to marry me.

When Planty Pal scooped the pool
she was pretty sick.

So now she's gonna help
you scoop it back again?

I wouldn't put it past her.

She don't say so, not in
so many words. Not yet.

But she has asked me to go down
there by myself for a day or two...

She wants to discuss something
where there's no one around.

That's when she'll show
her real form, eh?

Looks like it.

- You've got enough money to go down?
- Just about. - Ah.

- But George...
- Hmm?

What about the extra money
you promised me?

What about it?

Well, I'll be needing it before
I go down the second time,

for the big occasion.

You'll have it in time for that.

I'm doing it through Magruin.

The old Jew wants both
our names on this bill.

- Sixty percent!
- Uh huh.

Well, if I pull it off, and she
brings some money with her,

- we'll be all right.
- Uh huh.

When can I have the ten?

Not for a while yet, Burgo.

I...I'm gonna keep you're
ammunition nice and dry for you

until it's time for you
to go in for the kill.

Just now you best be off to Monkshade,
and hatch up that plot with Lady Monk.

- Please, sir.

Please, sir.

Spare a penny for a glass of gin?

For me hands, sir.

How cold it is.

- Yes, you're cold enough. Why?
- Cold.

If you knew what it was
to be so cold.

I've nothing in the world.

Not a penny...
nor even an alter light.

We're the same, then.

But I, too, have nothing.

You cannot be poorer
than I am.

You poor?

Such as you are never poor.

- I'm a dear poorer, my girl.

You have nothing.

I have 30,000 pounds
worth nothing.

- Ah, well, let's see.

Well, if I travel
third class to Monkshade.

- Who is that, sir?
- Nothing to you.

- Will that get to a bed...you?

And breakfast, too.

- Better take it, then.

But promise me one thing first.

Don't spend it on gin.

I promise.

- Here you are, then.

I wish that I might
see you again.

Because you're so
good and beautiful.

Tennyson's "Maud",

'There's full and splendid tear
from the passion-flower at the gate.

'She is coming, my love, my dear;
She is coming, my life, my fate.

'The red rose cries,

"She is near, she is near;"
And the white rose weeps, "She is late;"

'The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;"
And the lily whispers, "I wait."

' She's coming my own sweet...'
Ahhh! Ha, ha. Huh hmm.

That's very pleasant, my dear,
very pleasant indeed.

And now, if Miss Vavasor would
excuse us just for a few minutes.

My dear, I have a letter
from Lady Monk.

We are invited to Monkshade
after Christmas.

Let us stay here, Plantagenet.

Yes, I feared that you might say it.

My dear, this is a meeting
of some political importance.

Now, Sir Cozumo Monk is a leading member of Liberal Par...
- Plantagenet.

Plantagenet, I told you when
we were engaged that there was

somebody who was dear to me.

And now we are married.

Well, how does that signify?

Well you knew. Everybody
knew whom I meant.

Mr. Fitzgerald.

Glencora, you are my wife.
It cannot signify.

But Mr. Fitzgerald is Lady Monk's nephew.

He will be a Monkshade at Christmastime.
He always goes.

Well he'll still be there
when we arrive.

Then you will bow to him civilly
every morning

and think no more of it.

I must tell you, Glencora,

I'm writing to Lady Monk to accept.
- Plantagenet!

And it suits me, Glencora,...that
you should not be afraid of any man.

Eh, ahh, Miss Vavasor.

And, uh, how much longer,
Miss Vavasor, shall we have

the pleasure of your company
here at Matching, eh?

A little while yet, I think.

Oh, I'm glad of that. Heh, heh.

Uh, uh, for the sake of our
dear young friend Lady Glencara.

I, too, shall be staying for some time.

To assist Mr. Palliser.

I don't mind telling you, Miss Vavasor,
that I look upon our friend, Mr. Palliser

as the most rising
public man in the country.

I'm glad to hear you say so.

And if I also said that
Lady Glencara is very young

and very much under your influence,

and that Mr. Palliser is very pleased
that this should be so,

what would you reply to me?

- Nothing whatever, Mr. Bott.
- Ahhh.

But then, if I were to suggest
that perhaps she might be

in the habit of making
confidences to you

and, but she being so young
that it might be your duty

- to pass these confidences...
- Mr. Botts, I will not

talk to you about
Lady Glencora Palliser.

But if he...wishes it?

You see I have the means of knowing

that he has the greatest reliance
on your Judgement.

Ah, Alice, have you seen a ghost?

I've seen Mr. Bott.

Oh, Mr. Bott.

Lady Glencara.

I believe my husband wants you.
He's in the library.

Oh, dreadful man.

Has he been troubling you?

Conversation was offensive.

- Dear, he hasn't been trying...
- No, no, Glencora.

He was just being very disagreeable.

Oh, poor Alice. I wanted you to be
your best to meet Lady Midlothian.

Here is Lady Midlothian.

My cousin Alice Vavasor.

I am glad to be able to make
your acquaintance, Miss Vavasor.

Lady Midlothian.

Your mother, when she was young,
was one of my dearest friends.

I hardly knew my mo...

I hardly knew my mother.

She died when
I was still very small.

Quite so, my dear, which
is one more excellent reason

why those who loved her
should love you,

and should be concerned
for your welfare.

I'm old enough to concern
myself for that.

No doubt. I hear you are
engaged to marry

an excellent gentleman
called Mr. John Grey.

And so I determined
to take in Matching

on my journey from London,

in order to congratulate you,

and to inquire on what date
your marriage is to take place.

No date has yet been
agreed, Lady Midlothian.

Now I understand.
Why not, pray?

Your engagement is at
several month's standing,

and you are too mature a woman, my dear,
to pretend it's to coyness in such matters.

I pretend to nothing in such matters,
Lady Midlothian, except my

- undoubted right to privacy.
- But I have come here especially

- to discuss the matter.
- Then your ladyship must be disappointed.

I had heard some years ago

that you had become imprudently
attached in another direction.

- Lady Midlothian, I...
- Where they came from

had none of the qualities to recommend him
as speak so highly for Mr. Grey.

- I cannot. I will not...
- If this delay has been caused

by any other than you a vexed project,...
nothing could be more unfortunate!

- Lady Midlothian, this is my..
- My dear Miss Vavasor,

it is your duty to carry out
an engagement made by yourself.

It is in all respects

And it will give entire satisfaction
to your friends and relatives

You must forgive me, Lady Midlothian,
if I say that I can have

no conversation with you on this matter.

Plantagenet, Lady Midlothian
is safely arrived.

Lady Midlothian, I do hope
your journey has not tired you.

Nothing tires me, Mr. Palliser,
when I have a duty to perform.

I am very happy to hear this.

Miss Vavasor, you look heated.

I trust you're not unwell?

Miss Vavasor, Mr. Palliser, has just
been subjected to the most intolerable

interference into her private affairs.

Miss Vavasor is the most...
self-willed young woman

I have every met in my life!

This behavior does not surprise me.

I have the greatest possible
objection to her father,

who contrived to connect
himself with our family

into a shameful manner without
the slightest encouragement!

I do not think I have
spoken to him since.

- But I shall further missing him now.

And tell him my opinion.

Miss Vavasor, I...
I hardly know what to say.

Alice is merely...
excited, Plantagenet.

Well, you see tonight there is a full moon,
and Alice and I thought we might

walk by its light in the
Priory Ruins.

We had long planned this romantic
expedition, had we not, Alice?

Oh, we have often
talked of it, certainly.

Glencora, I do not know the
reason for Miss Vavasor's distress,

but people do not usually
out at night in December.

It's all the more reason
why we want to do it.

We'll wrap ourselves up,
and nobody need worry about us

and go out as against vampires,

though Alice, alone, I think
is more than a match for them.

I should think again, Lady Glencara,
I really would.

I think it is a very
foolish thing to do.

I'm quite sure Miss
Vavasor agrees with me.

Of course if you forbid it,
we won't go.

- Forbid it?

No.

I shall not forbid it.

Then that's settled then.
We shall leave at ten o'clock.

A very pleasant dinner, Aunt Duphemia.

Made all the more pleasant
by my uncle's absence.

- Where is he?
- In London.

Interfering in some
political business or other.

But Burgo, he will be back tomorrow,

so what I've got to say to you
is got to be said now.

- About the party Christmas, you mean.
- It's about the party Christmas, I mean.

Now, you leave that
decanter alone, Burgo.

Pay attention to me.

You had quite enough
to drink at dinner.

What's your game?

I have no game, Burgo.
You may have one.

But I know nothing of it.
I'm in complete ignorance

of your intention.

- Oh, yeah?
- Oh, yes, Burgo.

If I were ever known
to have helped you

it would be the ruin of me
and your uncle.

But, it just might so happen
that in my house you might

find an entirely fortuitous
opportunity to further your affairs.

Now do you understand me, Burgo?

I think so, Aunt Duphemia.

Tell me some more about
this fortuitous opportunity.

You and others will come here
as usual on Christmas Eve.

Then more guests, the Pallisers among them,
will arrive to join us a few days later.

They are definitely coming?

Yes, I heard from Mr. Palliser
some days ago.

No, Burgo, not the decanter.

Now, you come over here
and sit by me.

Burgo!

That's better.

Now, if anyone mentions
the Pallisers before they arrive

you'll reflect complete indifference.

And when they do come
you'll pay her no more

than the barest social courtesy
laid down by social custom.

Where's all this getting us?

It is getting us, Burgo,
to the day after their arrival.

Now, on that morning
I shall invite Lady Glencora

up to my private sitting room.

I understand that Mr. Palliser
always works or reads in the mornings,

so I shall be able to ask her alone.

Now, after a while I shall leave her as though
briefly on some pretext or other,

and you will then come knocking at the door
on some pretext or other.

And the rest is up to you.

Do I make an arrangement with her, or do
I get her to bolt with me then and there?

That is entirely up to you, Burgo.

I mean I can say or order household best
that you are left accidentally alone together.

More than that I cannot do.

No, I suppose not.

Still, ten minutes alone with her.
That should do the trick.

You shall have more
than ten minutes.

Aunt Duphemia,...
you've missed your true vocation.

What is that?

Now look, there is just
one thing more you can do for me.

Lend me a tenner.

Oh, Burgo, your uncle
keeps me so short.

Yes, I know.

Oh, come on now, Duphemia,
just a tenner.

I've got to get back to London.

I've got to survive
somehow until Christmas.

All I've got to my name
is two silver florins.

Oh.

Ah, come to think of it, Burgo,
I'll give it to you in the morning.

But I cannot manage more.
Do you understand?

So, I hope that when you come
back here at Christmas

you will be better provided.

Things go right you'll need to be.

Oh, yes, Aunt Duphemia...
everything's arranged.

I promise you.

Is it not beautiful?

I do love it so.

Mr. Palliser did not
want us to come.

Then he should have said so.

He made it fairly clear.

But he did not forbid it.

It was on just such a moon...
in the garden during the ball

when I first met Burgo.

But then...then it was summer.

Summer for both of us.

Oh, Glencora.

If it was another such a night...
that Burgo should come to me again.

I would go with him.

Glencora, you must not speak like that.

Remember what you are
your husband and yourself.

I know what I owe him as this.

I owe him a son...
a son to be his heir,

but there's no sign of that
so he doesn't love me.

Doesn't love you.

Glencora, you...you do not mean
that he is not...attentive,

as a husband should be?

Oh, yes, he's as attentive
when he can spare the time

from his books and his papers,
but he...well he works so late that

sometimes I'm nearly asleep
when he comes to me.

Glencora, what are you doing?
You'll catch cold.

I know, and I mean to catch cold.

That way I can hide myself away
and escape what may happen.

Nothing can happen here at Matching.

But elsewhere, Alice.

Listen, there's this house
called Monkshade,

and Plantagenet and I are
invited there after Christmas.

Well, what of it?

But Alice you know who will be there.

Then you mustn't go.

But Mr. Palliser must go.

He can go alone.

Alice I have told him
that Burgo will be there.

But as it is of no account
you are my wife, he said,

it can not signify.

Glencora, you must tell him plainly
that you will...not...go.

And I tell you plainly,
that he will not listen.

Unless I shall go mad
with this man.

Mad.

He hears nothing.

I speak to him. I explain.
He just...

Oh, he just
doesn't understand, Alice.

He just doesn't understand.

Alice, I don't know.

- Oh, I don't think...

Ah, Miss Vavasor.

Mr. Palliser.

My wife bids me say that
she must keep to her room.

She has taken a very bad cold after your
impetuous walk together in the dark.

Then I shall go to her.

No, not now, Miss Vavasor.

She needs rest and quiet.

- Mr. Palliser.

- Glencora...

Lady Glencora has lately
spoken to me of certain matters,

which have grave importance
for you both.

Well, speak out, Miss Vavasor.

Mr. Palliser, she is reluctant to go
to Monkshade after Christmas.

I believe you know why.

Well, this is mere childishness.

She must stiffen her back
and face it down.

Mr. Palliser, she must not go to
Monkshade, indeed, she must not.

Miss Vavasor, when I need your advice
in making plans for myself and my wife

I shall venture to consult you.

In the meantime, as Lady Glencora
will not be fit enough to entertain you

for several days to come

you might find yourself
more comfortable elsewhere.

Very well, Mr. Palliser.

I must go to my grandfather
in Westmorland for Christmas

so it will be convent for me
to spend a few days in London first.

Well, how do you feel now, Glencora?

Oh, rather rotten but no worse.

I do wish you'd let me
go downstairs.

No, my dear, not today.

And in this,
will you please obey me?

Oh, really, will you send
Alice up here?

Miss Vavasor is packing.

- She's leaving this afternoon.
- Plantagenet.

This is all for the best.

Now you'll be fully occupied
in regaining your health

and in making your preparations
to go to Monkshade.

I've already told you
I cannot go there.

This is an annoyance, Glencora,
which you must bear and overcome.

Why it suits me that we shall go to Monkshade.
- You could go alone.

I have already accepted for us both.

Now, Glencora, you are my wife,...
and it is your duty to accompany me.

But you won't need me.
You said, yourself, it's all politicians.

Your absence might occasion comment.

And that is an end
of this discussion.

Now you must rest.

Alice, you came back early.

- Yes, Papa.
- Huh, huh. Well

That'll give you time
to turn you baggage over

before we go to Westmorland.

Oh, yes, and John Grey's
going to be in London on Thursday,

and he's hoping to see you
before we leave.

Papa?

Yes.

I think you should know that...
I have finally refused Mr. Grey.

Oh, devil you have, when?

One of the last things I did
before leaving Matching

was write to him and tell him I could
no longer make him happy as his wife.

Now or ever.

I never heard such trash in me life!
Why can't you make him happy?

We're not suited.

Well, what's the matter with him?
Everyday he's a bit of a pompous ass,

but he's a gentleman.
What more do you expect?

I don't know, Papa,...
but I do know that it's finished.

Mr. Grey will get my letter
first thing in the morning.

Oh, well...it's not for me
to tell you who you're to marry.

A girl of your age.

Now, draw you're your own mistress,
and the money's in your own hands.

But, I do hope that there's nothing going
to happen for my sake and for yours

with your damn cousin George!

There you are, Burgo.

Complements of Mr. Magruin.

And a very happy Christmas with Lady Monk.
- Huh.

Vavasor and Burgo
together again I see.

What?

Two of a kind.

Oh, I donno.
Huh, huh. Hello.

At least, Vavasor's
trying to do something.

You know, Planty Palliser
spoke quite well of him the other day.

Did he?

Look here, Barrington,

last time I spoke to you
about George Vavasor

I said that I thought
that he was perfectly sound.

And I meant it.

Then?

Hmm.

And now, Dolly?

There's something very fishy
about the fellow.

Or his money...or both.

Spends far too much time
with Burgo Fitzgerald.

They say that he's trying
to raise money on Vavasor Hall.

With his grandfather
still alive and kicking.

The place ain't even entailed to him.

Is that the sort of thing that
you want in the Liberal party?

Ha, ha, ha, well it's the sort
of thing we're always getting,

whether we like it or not.

But you know, those sort of fellows
tend to run straight enough in the House.

Anyway, Dolly, we were all agreed
up a Matching, George Vavasor

is to have a crack at the
Chelsea District with our blessing.

There's likely to be a by-election
there at any moment now.

And if he gets in...well,
we'll just see how he goes on.

Alice.

Back from Matching?

As you see.

And a free woman again.

How did you know that?

Ho, ho, by looking at you.

You're the old Alice.

My Alice.

Who's given up milk.

Relishes the taste of brandy.

George.

I knew you'd see it
sooner or later.

After that time in Switzerland.

Oh, marry me, Alice.

I need you.

My father?

You're your own mistress.

That's what he said.

My grandfather?

Oh, he can't say anything.

Talk to him when you go up there.

He respects you. You might
be able to bring him around.

Bring him around?

To our marriage.

And to other things, Alice.
I'm going to need money for this election.

It's the last thing
that old skinflint would pay for.

Has it all gone, George, all the money
you brought back with you?

Well let's say it's tied up.

I have money, George.

If you need it for election,
you may rely on me.

Only if you marry me.

I can't touch you money until...
you are, or are soon to be, my wife.

I will be your wife, George.

As you say, I'm the old Alice.

Yes...since you came back from Matching.

What happened there?

I learned that one must give
one's heart its freedom

while there's still time.

Grandpapa.

There is something
which you must know.

Yes, my dear.

Which you must all know.

You have always told me
that I ought to be married.

And so you ought, my dear, to Mr. Grey.

That is now longer possible.

I'm to tell you of another engagement.

Another, Alice?

You remember some years ago
I was to be married to my cousin George.

Oh, Alice.

And now, I suppose, you're going to tell me you've made it up with him again?
- Yes, sir.

I knew how it would be,
bucking in on us like that in Switzerland.

Oh, Alice my sister, my own sister.

And that's the meaning of your
jilting Mr. Grey, is it?

Oh, Grandpapa.

Well, my dear,
I don't want to be ill-natured.

So, you're going to marry
George, after all, are you?

Does your father approve of it?

I think he is as unsafe a man
as ever I knew to be entrusted

with the happiness of a young woman,
and that is all.

You're too hard on my brother,
Uncle John.

I know this...I shall not
receive him as my son-in-law.

Grandpapa, you see, I need your help.

Would you not consent to seeing
George here again as your grandson?

Never!

Marry him if you will...
but do not bring him here.

- If he has been wrong, he will beg your pard...
- If he has been wrong?

Did he not wish to squander my property?

Still does, from what I hear.

You watch out, Miss, or he'll spend every penny of yours.
- Sir!

Pray believe, Grandfather,
but he's not the man he was.

And remember, he is your heir.

Now, look here, Miss Alice,

George Vavasor is the only son
of my eldest son,

and for that reason he shall
inherit this estate when I am gone.

For that is the way things should be.

But, until then he shall not
have a penny from me,

and he shall not enter these doors
until I am carried out of them dead.

Yes, that's quite right. Mr. Palliser and
Lady Glencora are expected this afternoon.

It will be interesting to see
whether marriage has changed her.

Ah, Duke and Mr. Erle,
how was the hunt?

Oh, very fair, Lady Monk, very fair.
A good run to Marley's Edge

and then uh, well, my walk home.

- Walk?
- Horse went lame. - Oh.

I'm afraid your young nephew, Fitzgerald,
nearly caused a very nasty accident.

- He always was a very dashing rider.
- Reckless, I call it.

No regard for his horse.

Oh, I must recommend him
to be more cautious from now on.

Will you excuse me.
Duke.

You've heard, Duke, that Fitzgerald
is the apple of her eye.

Yes, very rotten to the core.

I hear you've made an exhibition
of yourself on the hunting field.

I did ask you, Burgo, particularly,
not to be conspicuous.

They had to be here at five o'clock.

I wish to the devil she were coming without him.
- No, she ain't.

Now remember you're to be politely
civil to both of them, no less and no more.

I'll try and keep them out of your way
as much as possible.

But you will be putting her
in my way tomorrow, won't you?

When you 'chance' to meet her tomorrow,
Burgo, you will need to be at your best

which will mean
the less of this the better.

That must be them now.

- Dear Mr. Palliser.
- Lady Monk.

And, uh, faithful Mr. Bott.

Where is Lady Glencora?

She's been compelled
to remain at home, Lady Monk.

- She's taken a very bad cold.
- Aw,

we've all been looking forward
to having her among us

- above everything else.
- And she to coming.

I hope it is nothing serious.

Oh, well, sometime ago she insisted
on going out at night

to show the Priory Ruins
to an inquisitive friend.

By moonlight, Lady Monk.

How romantic.
How like dear Lady Glencora.

Yes, well the friend, uh,
a selfish young woman,

who was yet quite old enough
to know better,

allowed her to stay out too long.

How very wrong.

Wrong? It was abominable.

My wife took cold and has since
become very much worse,

so I considered it advisable
to leave her at Matching.

To leave us the poorer and the sadder,
but at least we have you, Mr. Palliser.

So, come and have a cup of tea
before you go upstairs.

D'you hear that, Fitzgerald?

Palliser's come without his wife.

So I heard,

and be damned, him.

I know this annoyed you,
but you must keep it to yourself.

What will people say?

- How can I help what people say?
- By controlling yourself like a man.

You would not wish to make
her husband suspicious.

God, scare, Burgo,
I'll come to you later.

Good afternoon, Mr. Fitzgerald.

I'm sorry we're not
to see the Lady Glencora.

She's unfortunately indisposed.

I'm very sorry to hear that.

Very sorry, indeed.

Duke, Palliser's a very, um,
very careful fellow.

Hmm?

Too careful about
his wife's health, I mean.

Yes, I'm sorry she's not here.

I hope she settles down all right because,
she's as sweet a girl as ever there was.

Yes, but does Palliser appreciate
sweetness, do you think?

Hm, he could do with
some of his own.

That's the only thing which will worry me
if Palliser is advanced to the Exchequer.

He has brains, ideas, an unshakeable
application and impenetrable probity,

but if only he could be a little...
uh, sweeter, easier, more genial

with those with whom he has to deal.

Hmm.

Now Burgo, you've not been
drinking anymore?

Don't scold!

Well, how else can I
get you up to the mark.

There is not mark.
She ain't here.

Now, listen Burgo, I know
all about that cold of Glencora's.

I had from some people
who were at Matching.

She was downstairs in no time.

You mean Palliser stopped her
from coming here because of me?

The cold as an excuse?

No, Burgo, Mr. Palliser trusted his wife.

He really believed that
her cold had got worse.

But I don't.

I believe that she was shamming
because she's afraid of meeting you.

- And the consequences.
- She can't make her cold last forever, Burgo.

And she'll have to be in London
in February when parliament starts again.

And say she can't cut me twice in one winter,
so she'll have to come to my ball,

will not be, Burgo,
a very crowded and animated affair.

- As it always is, Aunt Julie...Duphemia.
- Ha ha.

flitting out again.

Yes, not necessarily in the
company of their husbands.

Mine's already taken.

But there's one more point.

Your ball in London is still
some way off.

Now the money I've raised
for this adventure cannot last forever.

I can give you no more.

Now you know I can't.

Your uncle never allows me
much money in my accounts since I, uh...

Since you blew that 10,000
at Baden-Baden.

Aunt Duphemia...
there are always your jewels.

He keeps a very sharp eye on those.

This might be my last chance.

Yes, your last chance, Burgo.

And we still have some little time
to prepare for it.

This could be the making of you, Burgo.
I'll think of something.

Oh, I'll think of something
if it kills me.

Aunt Duphemia, nothing can kill you.

You're the sort that always floats.

Oh?