All language subtitles for LOVE_IN_A_COLD_CLIMATE_4_engx

Such a fuss!

Celeste gave me ?2,000
for my birthday.

Are you really asking
Veronica Chaddesley-Corbett?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, how I long to meet her.

2,000 lovely pounds he gave me.

So I bought myself
a pretty necklace,

and they were all horrified
and said it was meant to be

a capital sum for Tony
to invest for me.

Bankers always were
a mean lot.

You don't know how mean.

When I spoke to Tony about
a wedding present for Fanny,

he said he hardly knew her,
even though she was with me

for that famous luncheon
in Oxford.

Never mind, darling, you'll be
my dearest person there,

next to Alfred and Emily,
present or no present.

I'm not sure that I'll
be able to come.

Not come to my wedding?

The thing is, I may not be at
all myself when it happens.

Not at all at all.

You see, I'm in pig...
what do you think of that?

The most hideous expression,
Linda dear.

But I suppose we must
congratulate you.

I suppose so.

I feel awfully ill,
I must say.

But think how much good it will
do you in the long run.

Such a wonderful clear-out.

Oh, such a ghastly evening
ahead of one.

Some important Americans not
only do a deal with Tony,

they take a fancy
to his wife.

Aren't Americans ridiculous?!

I shall probably be sick
all over them.

I was married at the beginning
of the Christmas vacation,

and when Alfred and I returned
from our honeymoon,

we went to stay at Alconleigh

while our own little house in
Oxford was being got ready.

How lovely to see you!

Hello, we met briefly.
Nice to see you.

Hello.

Shall we go in?

"Man's long agony
in lift shaft!"

Mine's got a different
version...

"Slowly crushed to death
in lift!"

Not at all funny, children.
Disgusting and dull.

You're far too old to be
so vulgar and heartless.

"Man drops marmalade
on fly button!"

No more of that chanting.

That wasn't heartless.

It was certainly vulgar.
No more chanting.

Do you hear your mother?

Yes, Fa.

[Utensils tapping rhythmically]

Uh, time I was off.

Lecture at 10:00.

Do you think your car will start
this morning?

I very much hope so.

Well, if your car does start
this morning, Alfred,

please try not to back it
into the front door

as you did on Friday before
advancing it to Oxford.

"Man backs car
into Alconleigh."

[Lmpertinent humming]

I wish so much
I could be in the country.

Down at dear old Alconleigh,
perhaps.

Not stuck here
in beastly London.

And what does Tony say?

Oh, that Alconleigh's too cold
and uncomfortable.

He's very solicitous.

All the Kroesigs are.

They particularly want a son.

Yes, bankers, like kings, have
need of many sons.

What do you want?

I don't much care.

If only I could get out
of beastly London.

Well, if Tony would allow it,
you'd be welcome at Merlinford.

That's warm enough.

I knew you'd say that.

I was fishing.
How kind you are.

How kind.

Oh, it's you, Merlin.

How good of you to call
on us like this.

I must be off now,
I'm afraid.

Yes, well, you certainly seem to
have cheered Linda up.

Good old session of gossip,
eh?

Not exactly gossip.

I expect she'll pass it
on to you.

Goodbye.

Oh, Tony,
such wonderful news!

He's asked me to go and stay
at Merlinford.

Oh, I do so long
for the country!

TONY: The doctors want to keep
an eye on you up here.

But Merlin says...

Linda, we Kroesigs go as we have
always gone to Sir Coningsby.

Sir Coningsby has a select but
demanding medical practice,

which occasionally includes
attendance at the palace.

I doubt if he'll have time to
call on you at Merlinford.

In any case, your place

and your people are now here.

On the other hand, Louisa says
that once you get used to "it,"

it's utter, utter,
utter blissikins.

Which does rather surprise us
when we think of poor William.

What's wrong with poor John?

Dull and old.

Come on, Fanny, out with it...
what's it like with Alfred?

I agree with Louisa,
really rather bliss-making.

But exactly how?

It's much too hard to explain.

You'll just have to wait
and find out for yourselves.

Very well, then, we shall go to
our marriage beds

in ignorance,
like Victorian ladies.

In the morning, we shall
be found

stark staring mad
with horror

and live 60 more years
in an expensive bin.

'Tis unfair.

Oh, well.

Back to the medical dictionary
and the bible.

What we need is

some clean-minded married woman
to explain to us.

But where are we to find her?

I hear Polly and her mother are
on very bad terms again.

That hell hag? I'd drown her
if I were Montdore.

Or he could cut her to pieces
with nail scissors,

like that French duke
the lecherous lecturer

was telling you
all about, Sadie,

when you weren't listening
and we were.

Don't call me "Sadie,"
children.

And don't call Mr. Dougdale
"the lecherous lecturer."

That's Davey arriving
at last!

"Captain Warbeck"
to you, children!

Oh! I hope they won't
wear him out.

Ah, he's made
of strong stuff, Davey!

Nothing wears him out.

Well, he has come here
to convalesce.

Oh, Davey, how lovely!

Don't hang onto him.
He has been ill.

Can I take your coat?

Are you all right, Davey?

- No.
- No? Oh!

Did something go wrong
with your treatment?

No, but they brought
Patricia Dougdale

into the Radcliffe
just as I was leaving.

Oh, poor dear, I knew she was
having a horrid winter.

Did you manage to have
a word with her?

She was dead before they got her
to her room.

We therefore commit
her body to the ground.

Earth to earth,
ashes to ashes,

dust to dust.

In sure and certain hope of
the resurrection to eternal life

through our Lord Jesus Christ,

who shall change
our vile bodies...

They're back.

They look as if they'd been
to their own funeral.

I sometimes thank heaven

for your uncle's
old-fashioned ideas,

no women at burials.

Oh, poor Patricia.

I fear she had a sad life of it
with that boring old lecturer.

You always said no one was
allowed to call him that,

and then you do.

You'll be chanting
headlines next.

"Woman locks herself
in public convenience."

"Decomposing body
found five months later."

If you go on being so silly,
children,

I shall be obliged
to send you to school.

But can you afford it?

You'd have to buy us plimpsolls
and gym tunics

and underclothes
in a decent state.

Girls going off to school are
smothered in expensive things.

Of course, we long for it!

Romance in the dorm.

And pashes for
the games-mistress.

School has a very sexy side,
Sadie.

Why, the very word "mistress"...

Very naughty and silly,
and don't call me "Sadie."

Davey!

Oh!

I only saw her last week.

In the Clarendon carpark.

[Sighs]

It's the dropping off
the perches.

I've always dreaded
when that begins.

Well, very soon,
we shall all have gone.

Oh, well, never mind.

Oh, nonsense! Modern science
will keep us all alive,

and young, too,
for many a long day yet.

I had a word
with Dr. Simpson.

Patricia's insides were
a terrible mess.

Obviously, a miracle she didn't
die 10 years ago.

When the children have gone to
bed, I'll tell you all about it.

- Oh, yes!
- No, thank you.

How old was she?

Older than we are.

I seem to remember,
when they married,

she was supposed to be
a lot older than Boy.

That Sewer!

I thought he seemed
awfully cut up.

Poor Boy.

Poor little Polly was
looking dreadful.

Of course, that bloody fool
of a mother

ought never
to have let her come.

I'd no idea that Polly was
so fond of Patricia.

Nor had I.

Tell about the grave!

They lined it with heather

because she loved Scotland
so much.

Yes, it's in the Dougdale plot
at Silkham,

bang underneath Boy's window,
incidentally.

Oh, promise you'll bury me
at home, whatever happens.

I know the exact place
I want...

next to that old lady
who was nearly 100.

That's not our part
of the churchyard.

No, but it's the bit I want.

I once saw a dear little
dead baby foal there.

But you'll have run away
long before then,

with all your running-away
money.

Have much have you got
now, Jassy?

?53 and 6 shillings.

If I've gone, you must
bring me back pickled.

I'll pay, I swear.

Right.

Write it down.

And I'll want a deposit
of 10 shillings.

You can pay it out of
your running-away money.

No, I shall need all that when I
actually run away.

Take it out of
my birthday present, Fa.

That's not for months!

Only 10 weeks.

There.

I've made a map for you
to bury me,

like in "Treasure Island."

Yes, I think that's clear.

Right, we'll put it in the safe.

Oh, do let's see!

There's that darling little gun
for shooting bluebottles.

And the piece of shrapnel

that was in Fa's groin
for a week.

Must have been relieved
when it got out.

And the skeleton
of the little fish.

Absolutely perfect!

Young tench, it was.

Ah, delicious!

Monks always swore
by tench pie.

It's coarse fish,
so stimulating to the brain.

Coarse fish...
glad you mentioned that.

Been gobbling all the baby trout
up as usual.

So, once again...
now, listen all of you.

We will be having
the chubb fuddling a week today.

The fuddler chappie will be
here at 2:30 so I want you

all on parade by 2:15.

23...

and 1/4 minutes past 2:00.

In precisely 6 and 3/4 minutes,
the damn fellow will be late!

And where are Emily and Davey,
I should like to know?

In their room.

Davey said that chubb fuddling
wasn't madly him,

and Little Matt saw them
sneaking off.

Aunt Emily said they ought
to make a polite excuse,

but Davey wanted to finish
writing the chapter

on coarse fish, and, anyway,

he needed no excuse for not
wanting his mid-extremities

frozen stiff.

Deep one, Davey, suits himself.
Independent type.

Now, where is
that damn fuddler?!

There's a car coming now.

My goodness! The chubb fuddler's
bought a Rolls-Royce.

Now, do admit!

What in the blazes!

Surely people would know better
to call on us

this day of all days.

If it's that hog Merlin!

Matthew, do look very carefully
before you throw that stone.

I think it's...

By Jove!
So it is.

Montdore.

Hello, Matthew.

I'm sorry to trouble you.
Rather disturbing news.

I think Sonia wants to talk it
over with Sadie.

[Door slams]

No, no, Vict, that was
a "keep out, children" bang

if ever I heard one.

You go in.
Then you can tell later.

I think it was a "keep out,
Fanny" bang as well.

Here comes the fuddler!

We can't start without Fa.

Chubb fuddling is
his best day ever.

Hey-hey!

You're late, damn your eyes!

If the fellow hadn't been
so late,

we could have got started before
they got here.

As it is, I'm stuck.

Oh, darling Fa,
what's going on?

Never you mind, miss.

You lot had better go down
and start.

Little Matt, you take charge.

Yes, Fa.

Start without him?

Whatever's going on in there
must be the most riveting thing

since the Great War ended.

Oh! Some for you,
my little dear.

My guess,
the government's fallen.

Why should that make
Lady Montdore cry?

You know she's always getting
them to do little jobs for her.

There will soon be another lot
for her to fag.

Conservatives this time,
perhaps.

She'd really like that better.

Do you think Polly's dead?

No. They'd be mourning
o'er her lovely corpse,

not driving about in motorcars
and seeing people.

Silence,
they're about to rise!

We shan't know until
somebody tells us.

Meanwhile,
we'd better keep warm.

I think they're beginning
to come to the surface.

Here they come!
Aren't they all lovely?!

My lads, there they come!

Come on, my lovelies.
Ha ha!

Come on, my hearties!

Go on,
get 'em with that net.

There we go!

Pick it up with the net.

Put that lot back at once!
Can't you see they're grayling?

Oh, my God,
the incompetence of women!

Fa, have they gone?

Use your eyes.

That's Montdore.

MATTHEW: Lord Montdore.

- But where's Madame?
- I can see her.

All sort of screwed up,
like a wet hanky.

Come on, Fanny.
It's too cold here anyway, Fa.

Now for worming it
all out of Sadie!

Bloody women!

Completely out of control,
right on the ground.

Hitting her head
and completely hysterical.

Not that I blame her.

[Girls murmuring]

Just in time for chubb fuddling.

Come on, tell.

Well, what do you think, Emily?

- Well...
- Please!

We'll never chant
"Man's long agony" again

as long as we live,
or anything else.

Ooh, a good bargain,
if you ask me.

After all,
they'll have to know sometime.

Very well.

It seems that Boy was
over at Hampton yesterday

and was asked to stay to dinner
without dressing

because of a cold he's caught
at the funeral.

Well, Sonia and Lord Montdore
went up to change

and when Sonia came down again,

there was Polly,
sitting on the rug.

Oh, that rug at Hampton,
it's such bliss to sit on.

It gives you such
a marvelous feeling.

Is this my story
or yours, miss?

There was Polly,
sitting on the rug.

Such pure, pure heaven!

Still in her day clothes.

So, Sonia said, "Go up
and change at once, Polly.

And where's Boy?"

And Polly...

Polly got up, stretched herself,
and said,

"He's gone home
and I've something to tell you.

Boy and I are
going to be married."

[Gasp]

If you please,
the wretched Patricia

not yet cold
in her grave!

Well, cooling
in this weather.

But how can she marry him
if he's her uncle?

It seems with an uncle
by marriage, you can.

I say, come on, Dave!

No, thank you, my dear.

Marry one of you demons?
Not for any money.

The end of family life,
a thing like that.

Except it's the beginning
for Polly.

At first Sonia thought
she was joking,

but Polly never makes jokes.

When Sonia saw that she was
in deadly earnest,

she rushed at Polly in a fury
and boxed her ears.

Whereupon Polly gave her

a great rush into an armchair
and then went upstairs.

Well, by this time, Sonia was
completely hysterical.

But she just managed to ring
for the maid

and get herself put to bed.

Meanwhile, Polly had dressed
and come down again

and then she calmly spent
the rest of the evening

with her father.

Can you believe it?

Without saying a word
about it to him.

Simply saying that Sonia had
a headache and wouldn't dine.

So, on top of everything else,

poor Sonia had to tell him
this morning,

which she said was quite
appalling as he adores Polly.

So he'll be madly jealous
of Boy!

Well, consid...

Now, my goodness, what
a disgusting smell of fish!

Go up and wash
your hands at once.

This is the very limit!

You're obviously going to
say things while we're away.

Fanny's hands smell just
as bad as ours.

Fanny's a grownup, she'll wash
her hands when she wants to.

Now, go on.
Or no tea.

[Footsteps on stairs]

Can you imagine it?

Sonia so far lost control
of herself this afternoon

that she even hinted that Boy
had once been her lover.

Oh, Sadie, darling!

Sadie, you're so innocent,
darling.

It's a famous love affair
that everyone... except you...

has known about for years.

Poor Lady Montdore.

Her daughter and her lover
both gone at a stroke.

Well...

the one I feel sorry for
is the unhappy Boy.

Oh, Davey, what nonsense.

Just imagine.

Polly told them this afternoon
that she'd been in love with him

since she was a little girl
of 13.

Well, not his fault...
was it?

I mean, he probably had
no idea.

Oh, come now, Davey,
little girls of 13

don't fall in love
without encouragement.

And we do know that he went
for little girls.

Look at all those strokes
and pinchings

he gave Louisa and Linda.

Did he?

Yes, well, I sometimes wondered.

Eech, what a man!

Do you suppose
they did "it"?

You've been telling things!
It 'tis unfair.

And Fanny's hands
are still reeking.

Whatever did Fa say?
He adores Polly.

I've never seen him so angry.

He wanted to take the horse whip
straightaway,

but fortunately, as it's
chubb fuddling day,

he couldn't quite
resist that.

But I haven't told you
the final thing of all.

Polly's coming here
for the next week or two.

It will be utter fascination!
But why?

Do you think the lecher
will have himself carried

into the house dressed up
as a sack of wood?

They shan't meet under my roof,
I promised Sonia that.

But of course I pointed out that
I can't control what Polly does.

Elsewhere.

- Hello.
- Hello, Victoria.

If you have any letters
for the post, Polly...

you know what I mean,
a letter...

we could easily run it into
the village on our bikes.

But, darling, they'll go
just as quickly

if I put them on the hall table,
won't they?

But everybody will see
the envelope, and I thought...

Now, about the special messages.

There's a telephone
in the village.

Rather public, but you could
talk in French.

I'm afraid I don't know
much French.

I thought you had
a telephone here.

Yes, but it's a real brute.
In Fa's business room.

He listens into every word,
like the Inquisition.

There's a hollow tree
in the park,

just big enough for two people
to hide in, quite dry and comfy.

Shall we show you?

It's too cold today, I think.

Oh!

Aren't they too heavenly?

I can't see the point

of freezing to death
in hollow tree trunks

when very soon I shall be
with Boy

for the whole
of the rest of my life.

Polly, what did Boy say
when he proposed?

Boy never proposed at all.

I don't think he ever
would have.

Being the sort of person he is,

I mean, so unselfish
and considerate.

You see,
he knew mummy so well.

And he understood just what sort
of hullabaloo she'd make.

About leaving me out of wills
and all that.

Has she threatened that?
Or your father?

It's in the air.

Of course, Boy knew there
would be trouble.

He worries tremendously about
that kind of thing.

So, I always realized that I'd
have to do the proposing.

And it wasn't very difficult.

After all, I've loved him
ever since I can remember.

Oh, Fanny,
isn't being happy wonderful?

There could be delays.

After all, you're not yet 21.

Not far off.

What can it matter if we have

a few more weeks of horrid
waiting,

when we're going to live
together

for the rest of our lives,
be buried in the same grave.

Fancy being buried in the same
grave with a lecturer.

Jassy, it's too awful the way
you listen at doors.

Don't tease, Fan, I intend
to be a novelist.

"Child novelist
astounds the critics."

And I'm studying
human nature like mad.

I really ought to tell
Aunt Sadie.

Now, Sadie is being an absolute
scream about the whole thing.

I heard her.

She's trying to put Polly off
by reminding her

of what she calls "that side
of married life."

She simply doesn't realize

that that's what excited Polly
in the first place.

Girls either find
the lecher repulsive,

or he makes them
positively sizzle.

And he must have made
Polly sizzle

when she was just
a little girl,

like he tried to
with Louisa.

And now all she wants
is to roll and roll

and roll about with him
in a steaming double bed.

[Sneezes]

You must believe me, Davey,

the whole thing started
with her.

Not my idea at all.

Yes, that's what I thought.
How do you feel about it?

Well, I...

I can't resist it.

And yet it will be ruin.

I shall be ostracized
for a start.

Oh, I don't know.

Look at Fanny's mother,
the Bolter.

Ghastly scandal
after ghastly scandal.

Elopements, horse whippings.

Puts herself up
for sweepstakes.

Has an affair
with a cannibal king

and shares his diet.

Ohh, and I don't know
what all.

She only had to appear in London

and her friends
queued three deep

to give parties
for her.

No, no, people worship
bad behavior.

The Bolter's kind, perhaps.

Mine will be seen
as rather different.

Ah, thank you, Freddie.

Yes, yes.

That looks splendid.

Well, if you're scared...

[Blows]

You could always chuck it
and go abroad.

I thought of that.

In one way, you see,
it's all so frightening.

I shall miss Sonia
dreadfully.

And there will be trouble
about money.

I've got such a little
of my own.

But in another way...

well, to be married to Polly,

it's quite dazzling, Davey.

I can't resist.

Oh, good!

Dear me, fancy taking on a new
young wife at our age.

How exhausting.

I do pity him.

Oh, pity him, indeed.

All he had to do was
to leave little girls alone.

Oh, Sadie, you're so implacable.

It's a heavy price he has to pay
for a...

for a bit of c-cuddling...

[Sneezes]

Ooh, years ago!

Come along, all of you.

New consignment of records
from the army and navy.

Fanny, you fetch Polly.
She'll want to hear them.

Polly's in her room
writing a letter.

The letter can wait!

[Woman singing aria]

[Telephone rings]

[Ring]

Matthew!

Yes?

[Aria continues]

- That was Boy.
- Oh.

He wants to meet me
in Oxford on Wednesday.

Oh, well, duck, I only promised
your mother

he shouldn't come
to this house.

Of course you must meet
the lecturer...

Mr. Dougdale...
in Oxford if you wish.

How kind you are,
Lady Alconleigh.

The only thing is,
I can't take you in.

I'm going up to London
on the Monday

for Linda's baby...
it's any moment now.

I'll drive her in, and shoot
the swine when I get there.

Just get another record,
Matthew.

I wonder, would Josh
take you in the Daimler?

Daimler's going for repairs.

Alfred and I can take you in,
Polly.

I've got to see how
our new house is getting on

so we shan't be
in each other's way.

Thank you.

[Orchestra playing overture]

It's such a ghastly mess,
I can't ask you in.

My car's just over there.

- Do you want a lift?
- I would like...

No, he doesn't.

Well, everything's settled.

A month from today if I can get
my parents' consent.

I shall still be underage,
you see.

So the next thing is
a tussle with mummy.

Sooner you than me.

I want you to come, too.

There's Alfred waiting for us.

You always seem to go down well
with mummy.

And I want a witness... if she
says yes in front of you,

she won't be able
to wriggle out of it later.

I saw Lady Montdore driving
along this morning.

How did she look?

Rather like Attila the Hun.

One month from today, Mummy,
and for that I must have

your consent as I'm not of age
until May.

But, as that's a few weeks more
in any case,

you might as well bite on
the pill and get it done with.

All very pretty, I must say,

when the breath has hardly left
your poor aunt's body.

It doesn't make the slightest
difference to Aunt Patricia

whether she's been dead three
months or three centuries,

so let's leave her out of it.

Do you realize, Polly, that
the day you marry Boy Dougdale,

your father's going
to cut you out of his will?

Yes, yes, yes,
as if I cared.

The only thing I mind about
is Hampton.

And he can't leave me that,
even if he wants to.

I wonder if you also know

that Boy Dougdale is
a very poor man.

They lived, really,
on Patricia's allowance

and this will stop
the moment he marries you.

Yes, yes, we've been
through all that.

And don't count on your father
changing his mind,

because I have no intention
of allowing him to.

I'm quite sure you haven't.

I wonder if you realize
what it's like, being poor.

We shan't be poor
like really poor people.

Boy has 800 a year of his own,

besides what he makes
from his books.

The parson and his wife here
have 800 a year,

and just look
at their dreary faces.

They were born with those.
I did better thanks to you.

But have you no idea
what you're throwing away?

You can't have the title
and you can't have Hampton,

but you can have,
or you would have had,

just about everything else...
a huge fortune in money.

Some of the most valuable jewels
and objects in Europe.

In the world!

If I can't have Hampton,
I want nothing.

It's no good going on, Mummy.

There's nothing
you can do to stop us.

Well, then, why have you
come here?

What do you want?

To have the wedding next month,
for which I need your consent.

And to be married here
in the chapel.

Or must we sneak off
to London for it?

If you intend to go through

with this indecent marriage
at all costs,

it will make the least talk
if we have the marriage here.

And before your birthday...
Then I won't have to explain why

there are no coming-of-age
celebrations.

The tenants have begun
asking questions already.

So I think you may take it that
you can have the marriage here

as you wish,
and before next month.

After which,
you incestuous little harlot,

I never want to set eyes on you
or your uncle again!

Boy Dougdale
on 800 a year.

A real test of true love
that will be.

I wonder.

If she sticks to her guns,

who will get the money
and the jewels?

Oh, yes, who else?

The mysterious heir...
who is he?

He's called Cedric Hampton.

He was born...

in...

He was born in 1907.

He's the son of Montdore's
second cousin once removed,

Henry Hampton, who...
who was a bad lot

and is now dead.

Henry "went west," as they say,
fell ill,

and married his nurse,
an elderly Canadian woman.

Here described as a daughter
of Stanley Honks Esquire

of Annapolis Royal,
Nova Scotia.

She bore Henry
this one child, Cedric.

Et voila tout.

Where is he now?
What does he do?

Nobody knows.

I expect he's just sitting
around somewhere,

waiting to become the next
Earl of Montdore.

Yes, quite a pleasant
occupation.

Providing he's not kept waiting
too long.

What are you going
to call her?

And where is she, anyway?

It's in Sister's room.

It shrieks.

Sister will bring it in soon.

I believe it's to be called
Moira.

Moira? Oh, darling,
you can't!

Tony likes it.

He had a sister called Moira
who died.

His other sister whacked her
on the head

with a hammer
when she was 4 years old.

Who told you?
Not Tony.

The Kroesig nanny.

She's rather a Hon,
the only one in the family.

Oh.

If only this Moira had somebody

who would whack her on
the head with a hammer!

[Baby crying]

[Crying continues]

Poor thing.

It's really kinder
not to look.

You're not being
very encouraging.

Just as I've joined
the club.

Oh, have you, Fanny?

Oh, you poor darling.

Well, God send you something
better than this horrible Moira.

She's too young.

I don't believe
very young mothers

ever get really wrapped up
in their babies.

It's when women are older
they so adore their children.

Perhaps it's better
for the children

to have young, unadoring mothers
to lead more detached lives.

Linda seems positively
to loathe it.

"Lt"?

Linda's expression.

Well...

Remember, she's been
terribly ill.

Sadie was in despair.
Twice they thought she'd die.

Don't talk of it, I can't
imagine the world without Linda.

Oh, she'll get over it,
Fanny, darling.

Provided she never tries
to have another.

Sadie said the doctors were
very plain about that.

[Church organ plays]

I've been going into
Cedric the heir a bit more.

Ah, there's Boy.

Hair nicely curled, I see.

Yes, always did cut quite a good
figure in mourning dress.

Where was I?

Cedric the heir.

Ah, yes! Do you know
they still don't know

where he lives or anything?

Wouldn't you think they'd show
a bit more interest?

After all, this Cedric fellow

is the only hope of the family
being carried on.

Perhaps Lord Montdore
hated Cedric's father.

No, I put it down to Sonia.

I expect she couldn't bear
the thought of Hampton

going away from Polly
and pretended to herself

that Cedric
just didn't exist.

Can't say I blame her.

Just imagine the idea

of some great lumpen colonial
at Hampton.

She'll have to face up to him
under these new circumstances.

[Door opens]

DAVEY, WHISPERING: You can never
tell what Sonia will do.

I think she's up to something.

Shh!

She looks as if she were
going to be sick.

Or start keening,
or rending her bosom.

What a joy that would be!

Shh!

Choir boy: # O perfect love #

Ah, here comes
the cortege.

# All human thought
transcending #

# Lowly we kneel #

# In prayer before Thy throne #

# That theirs may be #

# The love which knows #

# No ending #

# Forevermore dost join #

# In One # #

Who giveth this woman
to be married to this man?

[Book hits floor]

[Door slams]

Pure temper.

Shh!

I know how you feel, Sadie.

Beautiful Hampton,
how sad it looks.

As if youth
had left it forever.

Oh, he is bliss!

[Bells ringing]

Please, can I hold him, Fan?

How you must adore him.

Mothers don't always adore
their babies.

Look at Linda and Moira.

Moira's just a beastly

counter-Honish Kroesig Kraut,
that's why.

You can see her turning into
a kind of Valkyrie

right under your eyes.

But Fanny's baby
is pure heaven.

Just like heavenly Alfred.

Oh, you are lucky to be you.

It is unfair.

[Baby crying]

I'm afraid you two
overexcite him.

One of the most blissful
things about babies

is getting rid of them
from time to time.

Ungrateful, I call it.

If I had beautiful Basil, I'd
never let him leave my arms.

And everything else here is such
total paradise as well.

Oh, the sheer heaven of it here.

[Horn honks]

That's Fa.

We mustn't keep him waiting
one single second.

Blissful, blissful
digestive biscuits.

Come on at once, Vict.

Fa's got word that
Lady Montdore's in Oxford

and he knows
she always calls on you.

Well, it's nice to have
warning for once.

She usually arrives all at once
and fags me all round Oxford.

There's her Rolls coming
down the street.

Run for it, Jassy,

or Fa will brain everyone inside
with the starting handle!

The front door was open
so I came right up.

Is this your tea?

Would you like a cup?

Yes, please, so refreshing.
And a biscuit would be nice.

Now, dear, what I came
to tell you is this.

The Bishop and Montdore

were speaking of your husband
at luncheon.

They were impressed by
some article of his,

which they read, so I suppose
he really is a clever man.

The cleverest man
I ever met.

Then it's a thousand pities
he's so dreadfully poor.

I hate to see you living
in this horrid little hovel.

It's so unsuitable.

I can't bear your not being
more important.

We're very contented,
you know.

Simple pleasures, books,
and so on.

It's all very well for funny
little people

like you and your husband
to read books all the time.

You only have yourselves
to consider.

Whereas Montdore and I
have to wear ourselves out

being public servants.

It's slightly stewed, dear.

That's what we still are,
in a way, public servants.

Such a very great deal
is expected of us.

Traditions
to live up to.

Tiny bit stale, dear.

Duties to perform.

Oh, it's a hard life.
Make no mistake about that.

Hard and tiring.

But occasionally we have
our rewards.

When we came home from
India, for instance,

the dear villagers pulled
our motorcar up the drive.

Ha! How they worshiped us.

Really touching.

Now then,
am I to see Moira?

Moira is staying in Surrey
with the Kroesigs.

She almost always is.

They like her,
and I don't.

I see.

Well, at least that leaves you
free to devote yourself

to Tony and his interests.

What have I to do
with Tony's interests?

And as for Tony himself, well,

the waxwork started to melt
the moment I married it.

And now there's nothing left
but a puddle on the floor.

You warned me,
you were right.

And it's very kind of you
not to say "I told you so."

Let's try another cliche
instead...

you must now make
the best of things.

Tony's out all day
in the city.

Very soon, he'll be out all
night in the House of Commons.

He's bound to win
that seat at the by-election.

This will leave you with even
more free time on your hands

than you already have.

What do you want me to do,
take a lover?

No.

You are not yet mature enough
to choose a satisfactory one.

And as I am not a pimp, I do not
intend to find you one myself.

But... I can find you
amusing company,

which will occupy your
ample leisure

and at the same time annoy
those abominable Kroesigs.

[Giggles]

I say, Fanny's food...
toast with every meal.

Why can't we live
with Fanny always?

Why can't I be you?

And walnut cake.

We haven't had it at home since
the financial crisis started.

Dear, is it very bad this time?

Usual sort of thing...
cheap, gritty lath paper

which nearly cuts you
to pieces

and red carbolic soap.

But far more interesting,

we've had news from horrible
Polly, a postcard.

Horrible Polly?

For not inviting us to
the wedding

after all the loyal support
we gave her.

It's no use her bombarding us
with postcards.

We can never, never forgive.

Where was it from?

From Seville.
That's in Spain.

Did she sound happy?

Do people ever sound
unhappy on postcards?

Isn't it always "lovely weather"

and "everything wonderful"
on postcards?

Has she written to you?

Only postcards... one from Paris
and one from St. Jean de Luz.

I wonder if it's
as nice as she thought,

being in bed
with a lecturer.

Marriage isn't only bed...
there are other things.

I wonder if they're as nice as
she thought with a lecturer.

[Horn honks] Fa's horn...
back to the country.

We're like the Lady of Shallot
with the pathetic lives we lead.

Or Mariana in the Moated Grange.
"He cometh not, she said.

Oh, oh, I am
a-weary, a-weary.

I would that I were dead."

Jassy and I love
that first line.

Ooh!

A new car?

You know how Fa is...

he always buys a new car when
he has a financial crisis.

We think it gives him
confidence.

Come in and have some tea.

No, thank you, Fanny.
Very kind of you.

But there's a perfectly good cup
of tea waiting at Alconleigh.

You know I never go inside
other people's houses

if I can help it.

Letter from Linda last week.
Seems cheerful again.

Rather a relief to Sadie,
I can tell you.

Wonderful! Let's top it off
with a cherry.

You must come and meet Peter,
come on.

Peter, this is Linda.

And now let's go
and meet Adrian.

- Friend of Linda's, are you?
- I'm her...

No need to go into details.
Have you got a cigarette?

No!

[Jazz on phonograph]

Have you got a cig?

Lady Montdore.

I'm so glad
you found your way in.

You'll stay and have
some luncheon with me?

Oh, indeed, I will.
Hungry work, shopping.

And where is
your husband today?

Lunching in college.

Just as well, as what I've
got to tell

isn't exactly intellectual.

No, thank you, Fanny, never take
vegetables with fish.

Cedric.

Cedric?

Well, you know,
Montdore's heir...

Do put that jug down
and pay attention.

We found him at last.

The idiotic thing was,
his ghastly mother kept moving.

Fancy moving in Canada.

You'd think one place there

would be exactly the same
as another.

Now, it turned out that Cedric

wasn't in Canada at all,
but in Paris.

Whatever could a Canadian
be doing in Paris?

This is a little too dry,
dear.

Paris, indeed.

Well, we must wait
and see what comes,

and if necessary change it.

He'll have to learn to behave
suitably now.

I've already written
to invite him to Hampton.

Linda, darling! Ta-da!

Oh! Mwah!

Ooh, steady!

And Frankie.
And dear little Matthew.

Come in, darlings!

Then dozens of chatterers
and hangers-on arrived

and I got no more sense
out of her at all.

Lord Merlin has a lot
to answer for,

filling a house
with Bohemians.

I agree.

Ah, but Linda gives one
so much pleasure.

She's like a bunch
of flowers.

Seems so odd that she doesn't
even have love affairs.

I don't see what she gets
out of the life.

It must be dreadfully empty.

Dear Alfred, he does like to
file people away

under clear headings.

Virtuous wife or scarlet woman.

The trouble is,
Linda's neither.

Linda believes in loves.

Casual affairs simply don't
interest her.

She's waiting, I'm sure,
if only subconsciously,

for the irresistible temptation.

When it comes, one can only hope

it will not prove to be
another Bottom.

In the Shakespearean sense,
of course.

I suppose she really is rather
like my mother.

All of hers
have been Bottoms.

Poor Bolter.

In almost all affairs
of high passion,

women fall for Bottoms.

Oh, I've had a letter
from Mother Montdore.

Cedric the heir is coming
to stay next Thursday.

Fanny! Tell more!

"We are sending to Dover for him

so that he'll arrive
in time for dinner.

Montdore and I have decided
not to dress that evening

as most likely he has
no evening clothes

and one doesn't wish
to make him feel shy

at the very beginning
of his visit."

Oh, for a ringside seat!

I've got one!

"We should be so pleased
and grateful

if you would come over
for the night.

It will make things much easier
to have

another young person there
when Cedric arrives."

You see, I told you there would
be rewards

for being nice to her.

If you consider this sufficient
reward for being patronized

by an evil old woman.

Of course she does.
Oh, lucky Fanny!

Please tell me that
you're going.

I can hardly wait!

Do you think we shall hear
the motor coming up the drive?

We generally can if the wind
is in the west.

I expect I shall.
I hear everything.

Well, we're not
stone deaf ourselves.

Show Fanny what you've got
for Cedric, Montdore.

Oh, yes. Now, if you'll look
at the flyleaf,

you will see that it was given
to my grandfather

by the late Lord Palmerston

the day that Cedric's
grandfather was born.

They evidently happened
to be dining together.

We think that that
should please him.

Thomas Gray?
Yes, he should like that.

Well, Canadians should know
all about the poet Gray,

because General Wolfe
at the taking of Quebec

read "Elegy Written
in a Country Churchyard"

out loud
to all his staff officers

in order to keep them calm.

I always think there's something
contrived about that story.

Oh.

Mr. Cedric Hampton.

I thought you heard everything.

Don't speak.

Just for a moment, just...

Just let me go on
looking at you,

you wonderful,
wonderful people.

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