All language subtitles for All Passion Spent Episode 2

- Good morning, Mr. Gosheron.
- Bucktrout.

Will you come this way...

Will you come through, Mr. Gosheron... I
was in the kitchen arranging... something.

You'll forgive me if I finish my little offering.
You carry on, Mr Bucktrout.

that's a poor sort of a contraption

Its still serviceable is it not?

I dare say, but I'd of
managed it different.

I have yet to meet the workmen who didn't
disparage the efforts of his predecessors.

Shall we...?

Have to do a lot of replastering
before we can paper.

damp

Shocking what damp can do.

The house has been empty for some
little time, Mr. Gosheron.

and look at these doors

There's nothing wrong with them that I can see.
That's a nice bit of oak.

Shame to cover it up like that.

What do you propose?

Strip the paint off 'em.
Show the grain. Beautiful.

Well, I must emphasize Mr. Gorsheron, that

despite Lady Slane's position
her means are, shall I say, limited.

I mean it's never safe to assume
affluence in the aristocracy. Yes?

I daresay we both know to our cost.

I mean, because the gentleman
has been Viceroy of India and Prime

Minister doesn't mean that his widow is
less well-off. Our public services are

not conducted on such lines.
Indeed not, Mr. Bucktrout.

It is therefore incumbent on you Mr.
Gosheron to keep your estimates as low as

maybe consonant with your own reasonable
profit. As owner of this property as well

as its agent, I assure you that I shall
check your figures

on her ladyship's behalf
as if they were up on my own.

Some more trifle?
No, thank you Mabel

I asked cook to make it specially.

You'll have some more, won't you Deborah? Your parents would never forgive

us if they came back from
Burma to find we starved you.

You're not off your food
are you Mother?

Not at all, dear.

Father was always very fond of trifle.
He was the one with a sweet tooth.

Wonderful how you and he
spoke about everything.

Everyone said what perfect a
marriage yours was.. Everyone.

quite. quite

If ever there was a more happy couple...
Such a strange little word, don't you think?

What is mother?

Such a funny, short clicking word
to summarize a whole life.

I see nothing funny about it. You were
very happy weren't you?

And though father is gone I have no doubt will find happiness with him again...

on the other side.

You're surely not implying that you
and father were unhappy!

One can be happy one moment Carrie, and
unhappy the next. It's not a question to

ask of anyone really. You can't roll up a
life in a word as though it were a ball you

would put in your pocket.

Mother dear you loved Father
and Father loved you.

What could be more simple?
Come now Mother, enough of this foolishness.

I'm sure the problem is simply that you
don't have enough to do.

I'm not troubled.
We all thought this might happen

if you gave up everything that
mattered to you.

Your charities, your
committee work, your friends and family.

But as you insisted on going to live in
Hampstead, when we offered you the

opportunity of living with us your devoted children.
I assure you Herbert, I have

plenty to do.

As a matter of fact...
You're messing about with your Mr. Bucktrout.

Now is that enough to satisfy you
Mother? No. I agree with Herbert.

Surely if your mother would really like -
Father kept busy to the very end.

The trouble with having too much time on your
hands is you get all gloomy and introspective.

Start questioning everything.

I said something to that effect at the
Lord's only the other day.

The Times gave me a half a column.
I don't think i'm gloomy and i'm sure i'm

not clever enough to be introspective.
Now, if you will excuse me

I have an appointment. Thank you so much
Mabel. A really delicious lunch.

But I haven't even finished!

I'm sorry but I wouldn't like
to keep Mr. Bucktrout waiting.

Do you think I might ask Deborah
to get me a cab?

Of course.

bit of new piping and a good clean
she'll go right as rain.

Well I bow to your superior knowledge of
these matters Mr. Gosheron.

Oh did you bring your book
of wallpaper samples?

In the van mr. Bucktrout.

We wouldn't want Lady Slane to
make enumerable journeys hither.

I suggest we descend.

Her ladyship should be arriving shortly
and I'd like to be prepared.

Very nice.
The samples book, Mr. Gosheron.

[doorbell rings]

My dear Lady Slane, a thousand welcomes.
I do hope I haven't kept you waiting.

Not in the slightest Lady Slane.

May I present Mr. Gosheron.

Lady Slane, Mr. Gosheron.
I'm delighted to meet you.

Mr. Bucktrout speaks
extremely highly of you.

Oh you're too complimentary Lady Slane.

By his works you shall judge him.

Shall we start with the drawing room?

What about the samples, mr. Bucktrout?
Pray, fetch your book.

Oh, how beautiful.

Oh, Mr. Bucktrout, that is truly beautiful.

Such an unusual combination of colors.
Thank you Lady Slane.

I confess I don't like the usual
very much in anything.

They quite light up the room

with the sun on them like that.
Yes, I should look for some chintz...

Here we are Mr. Bucktrout.

What fun. Now, you think that a paper

like this would go well in here.
Whatever you want m'lady. Once we've plastered up the cracks.

The cracks? oh the cracks
yes of course

It's the lorries you know. They
always shake a place to pieces.

Yes, my husband used to say that lorries

would be the salvation
of isolated communities.

That was in foreign parts
wasn't it my lady?

Oh yes of course where the railways could
not reach. There you are.

Hard as I tried to find salvation
in a lorry, I failed.

They've not got Beauty
have they my lady?

And that's the only
salvation you might say.

How people can live without beauty
that I'll never understand.

I wouldn't go that far, no.
That's because of your ignorance, Holland.

To you a scene by lamplight is
interesting because of the lamp, not the light.

You are a true child of the
machine age and that's a fact.

All I said was that to me Constable's talent
seems to be the greater.

Do you know what Constable said of Cousins?
what?

That he was the greatest
genius that ever touched landscape.

Or perhaps if we could
compare their talents in oils.

I've got an oil by Cousins.

I thought he only used watercolor.
Shows how little you know doesn't it

Do they know about your oil?

They're even more ignorant
than you if that's possible!

[Kay laughs]

Mind you, from what I hear, you keep your
collection in such a mess its surprising

you know what you've
got quite honestly.

Not only do I know every
piece young Holland

but I remember exactly where I
bought it and when and what I paid for it.

Let alone its present value.

To buy my Cousins
on the open market

this place would have to sell
half its Constables at least.

Surely that's an exaggeration.

Want to bet on it?
I never wager.

No more do I except on a certainty.

How will we know who's right?
Holland, why can't you accept the wisdom of your

elders and betters.
That'll be the influence of my mother I dare say.

Is she settled in the Hampstead?

The house is being
redecorated I understand.

she should be moving in
within the month.

You promised to take me
to see her you know

Yes

well

look why don't we ask Foljambe
about the oil?

Excuse me.

Is mr. Foljambe available?

The assistant curator...
Guard: I dare say sir.

would you be good enough to fetch him?

The Honorable Kay Holland
and Mr. FitzGeorge.

just a small matter...

Mr. Gosheron has renewed the
plumbing on the water heater.

You remember Calcutta m'lady? The troubles we had finding a hot bath? They believe the bath only for buffalo.

You'll get plenty of therms out of her, now that I've done her up.

well I may as well
admit mr. Gosheron

I don't know the difference between
a therm and a boat.

My husband used to explain these things
to me but I only pretended to follow him,

so as not to appear foolish.
I understandd my lady. Most people only know

half of what they pretend to.

My dear Mr. FitzGeorge. Mr. Holland.

What a very great pleasure.

Had I been told earlier...

You can put Mr. Holland out of his misery, Foljambe.

Guard: He's eating sir!
Its ok Roberts. I'll deal with this.

So gentlemen how can I
be of service?

What would an oil painting
by Cousins would be worth?

On oil?

Well... I don't know...
in the collection of -

I've got one.

You have Mr. FitzGeorge!?

What would it be worth?

Its value on account of its
scarcity assuming it's genuine...

Would I have anything that wasn't?

No, no, no. Of course not!
[Stammering...]

Worth half a dozen Constables
would you say?

I suppose it could, yes.

Very well Holland that'll teach you.
Sandwich?

I think no no [stammering]

Don't pout, Holland.

You can buy me a cup of coffee.
With pleasure.

Oh please, allow me the
curator would be only too delighted

after all your great generosity.

Don't count your chickens yet, Foljambe.

And I've improved the damper my lady.
I was wondering if I should perhaps

install central heating.

That my dear Lady Slane would
hardly be worth your while.

As agent and owner you ought to
encourage me in such a venture.

Well no. It's my belief that
the expense will be unnecessary.

I mean, after all, you won't be
spending that many winters here.

Although naturally we'd want you to be
comfortable while you may.

Comfortable?

we see to that while milady is here.

and the bon dieu will see to it
she is comfortable

Oh I very much doubt madam if
Heaven has need of radiators.

Why should heaven lack radiators?

Mr. Booktrout believes
the bon dieu is not up to date?

but I thought that central heating would
be so much more modern.

That dear lady is as good a reason for avoiding it
as any I can think of.

But consider your next
tenant mr. Bucktrout.

My next tenant could warm
himself in hell for all I care.

My only concern is my
present tenant. I always kept my

relationships distinct you understand.
and

it's like compromise and fuss.

Most people fall into the error of

making a fuss out of their whole lives
pleasing nobody not even themselves.

Therefore, Lady Slane, do not put in
central heating for you know not how long

you may live to enjoy it.

Buy a little stove... several oil stoves.
They'll warm you

and see you out.

Even if you have to
renew the wicks.

Oh how charming!

Genoux.

Do you by chance have a pin?

No... I regret...
how disappointing.

Well the fault is mind for
not providing one.

I've got one my lady.

Thank you mr. Gosheron
and thank you mr. Bucktrout.

I can't tell you how much... Genoux and I
are looking forward to moving in.

Did you like spending so much
of your time abroad?

I mean I love traveling.

I adore visiting Mama and Papa, but I
don't think I'd want to be uprooted

from the places I cared about.

or be stuck in some dull hole for that matter
just because of my husband's job.

In my day ones place was at ones husband side

wherever he chose or was called upon to go.

And what about your choice?

I don't intend to let that happen
to me whatever grandfather says.

What does he say Deborah?

Oh he thinks the way
great-grandfather did.

He believes that a woman's place
is in the home and that

the most important thing in life is for her
to make a good marriage.

What about you?

If I try to tell him what I want
do you think he'd listen?

of course not

Thank you.

Isn't this chintz pretty?

oh yes very!

I do like light colors.

really Great-Grandmother?

oh yes

the Empire Gardens always
seemed so...

subdued.

We rarely went in for redecoration and this
is my last opportunity.

For such ingenuity is a sacred number of
the Babylonians twelve million nine hundred sixty

thousand as I'm sure you know. Nor for
the calculations of William Miller

who systematically deduced that the end of the
world would come on March the 21st 1843.

I have worked out my own system
Lady Slane, and I can assure you that

although distressing its
results are irrefutable.

The great the great annihilation

will occur...

in some 17 months time.

Shall we?

M'lady! What about my sheets?!

To air them. There is no airing cupboard.

I daresay I could build you one
in the bathroom madam.

It's too wet.
Missus Gosheron, rest her soul,

managed very well for 47 years.

But there is a space upstairs that could be boxed in could it not Mr. Gosheron

I dare say.

It will be ready for her arrival?

Now you plan to move in in

six days time do you not?
If it is still possible.

Possible?

mr. Gosheron and I can make anything possible.
Can we not Mr. Gosheron?

Have they taken the vases? I was
always very fond of them.

Were you dear? You should have said.

William has always been fond
of them Lady Slane. of course we don't

have much of it but
when we can afford it.

Oh dear, I think Carrie took them
or did I give them to Mabel?

One seems to accumulate
so much over the years.

It will be a relief to be surrounded
just by the things one likes.

You don't have much room in
this place of yours, will you?

What will you do with
the rest of the things?

Will you store them or
sell them or what?

We never knew where
to put half the things

that people presented us with.
Some must be quite valuable Mother

but if you're thinking of merely giving them away
as you did the jewels, it'll be nice for us

to have some memento too.
Or just a token to remember Lord Slane by.

some were so hideous

Isn't it odd that people think
they do you more honor by

giving you a thing that looks expensive
than something that is simple and beautiful.

Of course when we were in
India your father used to sell his

presents in the bazaar. It was only
embarrassing if we couldn't buy them

back when whoever gave
them to us came to stay.

Perhaps they were too polite to notice.

When William told me that Lord Slane once had his court dress from a theatrical costumier.

Is that really true?

Yes when he was a rising young
man he had scarcely any money at all.

I do you think it disgraceful
that our public servants do

not receive proper remuneration.
We thought it great fun then.

What is it you would like my dears?

You better choose quickly.

Mother, we really must come

an orderly arrangement.

Don't want to be
accused of plunder.

Carrie's said nothing to
us about the vases dear.

True.

Well mother. if you're quite sure...

M'lady. It will be good to move, Nez pas?

Yes Genoux. I think it will.

[Genoux speaks French]

The children, they have the l
ove for their mother, but

they are, how shall I say
so busy in such a hurry.

They don't understand that
when one is old one is [?]

Monsieur Brooktrout and Monsieur
Gosheron, they understand. Yes?

Yes Genoux, you're right.

Come m'lady it's time
for us to go now.

I have ordered the taxi.

You're going all the way to Hampstead by cab?
Only to the station Monsieur William!

They expect a lady of such an
age to walk all the way!

I will pay the fare myself!

May I ask you something Mr. Bucktrout?

You may you ask anything you like Lady Slane.
Since I trust we're friends.

I have wondered

why you have taken quite
so much trouble on my behalf.

Well, let's say it's because I have

little else to do and I am grateful,
providing you don't object, for the occupation.

No Mr. Bucktrout. That is
not the reason.

I may not be very well versed in the ways of business -
You've missed nothing I assure you.

Oh I no longer seem to mind. But I have
difficulty with the rates and the taxes

and the Bulls and the Bears
but my oh -

I hate to think how wretched I must have

made my poor husband
feel at my ignorance.

If I may say so Lady Slane you're the
most intelligent woman I've met.

I've never heard you make
a foolish remark.

Thank you, Mr. Bucktrout, but I'm
still curious about your method of doing business.

Ah well, when I first went into the
business, once I realized that I lacked

all military ambition, when I started in
properly, I was fierce.

That's really the only word fierce.

No one could get
the better of me. For gaining respect

there's nothing like setting a high
valuation on yourself and forcing others

to accept you to. Modesty, moderation,
consideration, nicety...

they're no good in business.

They don't pay.

You don't suspect me of
boasting do you Lady Slane?

Not at all.

I feel nothing but impatience
with people who...

pretend that the world is
other than it is.

I remember once we were crossing a desert.

Persia, it must have been.

Our caravan was
escorted by clouds of butterflies.

Butterflies?
White and yellow. They danced all around us

making little smuts of shadow on the
sand and I remember thinking

my thoughts were like those butterflies, irreverent,
irrelevant, darting and dancing,

flickering and evading and
independent of a lovely life.

My husband was

worried about blindness among the tribes
people and of course so was I. I talked

with the missionaries wives, I arranged
for boracic to be sent out from England, but

for me, the flickering of those
butterflies was somehow more important.

You were something of a poet?

I had certain ambitions which
of course I kept secret.

It was a poor lookout in those
days Mr. Bucktrout. The 1860s, for a girl to

dream of fame! Oh easy enough for my
brothers, but I one moment I was a girl

for whom everything was decided and the
next I was an engaged woman expected to

devote my entire life to my husband.
Were you, are you then a feminist?

Oh, no.

I've never indulged in the luxury of an
imagined martyrdom. No, the gap was not

between the sexes but between what I
dreamed of becoming.

What I expected to be.

I too felt that the principles
the business principles

on which I based my working life were
false. I set a term on them.

I determined that at 65 I would cease to be
a business man in that sense.

And you did so?

My a 65th birthday or
to put it more correctly since I like to

be precise my 66th
I awoke a free man.

And this house?

Ha, ha! My one little patch of

folly or should I say my one patch of sanity.
And yet for 30 years you have

only let it to people that you liked.

You'll have noticed Lady Slane that the

atmosphere of this house.
It is curiously ripened and

detached.
I have preserved that atmosphere with the

greatest care. One can create such a
thing but at least one can safeguard it

against disturbance, I've always had a
fancy, you see, that I should like to end

my days here so naturally I wouldn't
want its atmosphere contaminated by any

unsympathetic influence.

But Mr. Bucktrout, if you
want to live here...

very well, to die here,

why have you let it to me?

Because your influence can
only be sympathetic, dear lady.

Too late, but what role was there ever

for Henry's wife

to have a studio?

Here is lady Edith and Monsieur Kay.

Oh Is milady not cold?

Should I fetch a cloak?

Now, don't fuss please Genoux. I've
had enough of that to last a lifetime.

I ring the bell when serving, Yes milady?
Yes.

You're looking so well, Mother.

This garden, it's wonderful!

I have plans for it you know.
You wait and see

and you're looking well too, dear.

Are you settled? mmm? How is the little flat?
Blissful.

Calla Croce and I -
What?!

The singer?
My canary.

We have a wonderful time
pleasing no one but ourselves.

And you dear mmm? Do you and your...
the collection flourish?

I look after myself alright mother, but speaking of collections -

Come and see where I plan
new rose trees.

There's someone
old friend of mine...

FitzGeorge. I think I have mentioned him
before - anyhow he talks of being

brought to call on you. He says he met
you in India.

Indeed it well it is quite possible. I
don't recall the name but then there

were so many people.
Yes well what should I do?

Do you think you could put him off?

I don't wish to appear rude but I
seem to have lost my taste for strangers.

Oh yes, of course. I'll keep him away.
Don't you worry, I'm quite clever at that sort of thing.

I'm not surprised you're happy here mother.
Look at your peaches!

What could be more luxurious? Do you know what the
greatest luxury is?

Something I've waited my whole life to indulge.
Eating kippers in bed.

Looking back

on the girl I once was

drawing up my accounts
without evasion.

Sounds a bit morbid mother.
Not at all.

Do you know it's the first time since I
married your father that I have had

nothing else to do?

Nor me. Isn't it marvelous?!

And I can lie back against death
as it were Kay dear and examine life.

While the air is full of the sound of bees.

[bell rings]

Shall we go in? walking up from the station
has given me quite an appetite I can tell you.

You haven't changed one bit.

No, Genoux. Please...

NO. It's much too warm.

Strange Monsieur, Milady. I told him you were
out but he does not listen.

He's waiting in the sun room.

Will Milady change her shoes
in case they are wet?

Milady must not take
liberties at this age.

Now what is the name of this gentleman?

Mr. FitzGeorge.

Shall I serve tea?
Yes please.

Mr. FitzGeorge

I'm so sorry that I was out
when you called.

Won't you sit down?
Thank you.

My son mentioned your name to me.
We met I think he said in India years ago.

Over 60 years ago Lady Slane.

Indeed

Will you join me for tea?

Thank you Lady Slane. Kind of you to
receive me so graciously, but then

you were always gracious. I remember.

Forgive me for asking
but what brings you here?

I suppose you might think I had come to

write Lord Slane's life or some such
nonsense.

No when last we met I was armed with
letters of introduction to your husband.

They gained me an invitation
to dinner at any rate.

And what were you doing
in India Mr. FitzGeorge?

I was a nameless young man
to whom an unknown father had left a

large fortune with a wish that I should
travel around the world.

How interesting

I may tell you that I was delighted
at the opportunity.

After India I went to China

and it was to that journey that I
owe half the treasures of my collection.

What collection?

Have you not heard of my collection?!

I fear not.
Capital!

It is one of the most valuable and
celebrated collections in private hands

and I may say that I paid perhaps
hundredth part of his present value for it.

But I never lost sight
of beauty Lady Slane.

Rarity and antiquity were not
enough for me.

I must have beauty
or any rate craftsmanship.

As a result there is no
piece in my collection which any Museum

any Museum in the world
would not wish to possess.

I was a hard man to bargain
with Lady Slane, extremely hard.

Nobody got the better of me
not even in China!

You see, I hate parting
with money.

Indeed I can only be induced

to do so if tempted first by beauty and
second by the lure of a bargain.

I remember you laughed
at me in Calcutta.

You seem to remember
a great deal Mr. FitzGeorge.

Have you not yet noticed that one's useful
memories sharpen with age?

Thank you for that "yet".

Will you have a tea cake?
oh no no no

I shall only stay a few minutes. You've
been very kind but then you always were.

Perhaps, I may call again.

The Monsieur has gone?
Oh yes yes

What did he want of milady?

I don't know that I can answer that Genoux.
Such clothes! and the Hat!

I never saw one like it.

And yet he's a millionaire
from what he said.

A millionaire, dressed like a clodger.

He's alone yes? Has he
been married Miladi?

He didn't say Genoux.
We didn't speak of such things.

He does not have the air of
one who has been married.

Of what did he and Miladi speak?

We spoke of art.

He did not eat anything and
when I saw how he was dressed I went to get

more tea cakes. I thought
he might need them.

We spoke of India.

His memory is a clearer than mine.

And yet there is something...
eh bien milady

If Monsieur calls again am I to admit him?
I don't suppose he will call again.

And if he does me does, Miladi?

Well... Yes, you may let him in.

Are you asleep great grandmother?

Yes!

Remembering.

That's something you do
when you're old.

life becomes

a landscape that
one has crossed

and I can see the whole view.

I can even pick out a particular field
to wander round again.

I've come with some news...

but you must pretend to be surprised
when grandfather tells you.

What news?

I'm engaged great-grandmother.

I'm very pleased for you my dear, if you are.

I don't know.

Everybody else is terribly pleased
especially grandfather and my -

my fiancé George.

I know he's charming

and will make a wonderful husband

and be a Duke one day. But...

There is father and what he wants of me
and mother with her expectations,

and Mr. Holland. Henry. I mean how does one
resists their approval? It's nice to be praised.

It's nice to be told that Henry
is wonderful and that I am the most

fortunate of girls. Its pleasant to
believe these things. it's like a game.

I'm sorry great-grandmother. I didn't
come to burden you. You must not think that.

Your happiness is all that matters.
Happiness? We agreed the word is meaningless.

Well of course, but it is what everybody says.
How can I not be happy if

I marry someone handsome and clever and
kind and titled who says he understands me.

Is that what everyone said to you.

I don't think anyone understood me.

Not properly. Perhaps one or two.

I remember

a young man...

I forget his name of course
it was so long -

it must have been
at Fatihpur Sikhri..

He and I were alone together

for a minute

looking at a view

while Henry discussed the economy
of the region with his officials.

Nothing was said

but that young man looked at me and

I knew he understood.

as I think I understand you.

Dear Deborah.

It's a good view isn't it?

Good afternoon, Mr. FitzGeorge.

Yes it is
Would I spoil it if I sit down?

I shan't prattle on you know.

Please.

I don't -
I was wondering -

[laughing]

I was merely splashing through memories
and one can do too much of that at this age.

I don't know Lady Slane
not if they're good ones.

What were you going to say?

I was going to say I don't think you
took much pleasure in your Viceroyalty.

Even Viceroyalty has its uses Mr. FitzGeorge.
Not for such as you.

It upset me to see you
trapped among those mummers.

oh you did your part admirably

but all the time you were
denying your true nature.

I don't think -
You wore white

with diamonds in your hair

and you came round
your circle of guests

and you asked me if I hope to
get some big game shooting.

I suppose you thought it was the right
thing to say to a rich young man.

You weren't to know that I abominated
the idea of killing animals.

I said no I was just
a traveler

and although you smiled attentively I don't
think you listened. You were thinking

what you should say
to your next guest.

It was the Viceroy who suggested
I accompany you on your trip.

On our trip?

You know the easy amiable way he had
of throwing out suggestions.

Well I took him at his word.

I came with you to Fatihpur Sikhri.

Oh I know what you're thinking Lady
Slane and you were right. I am

or rather I was

a romantic.

And after you left us Mr. FitzGeorge?

I went up into Kashmir...

and gazed over lakes of pink Lotus

thought of a young woman
in a white dress

so admirably trained

so dutiful

so wild at heart!

I used to flatter myself
if for a moment

I had come to close to her

until I remembered how

after one glance

she turned away

to return to her husband.

Whether she did it because she was
frightened or to rebuke me...

I could never decide.

Perhaps both.

If she was frightened

Mr. FitzGeorge it was of herself.

Not of you.

Shall we walk back?

You see I knew even then, that I had no
charm for women

especially lovely women like yourself.

I didn't desire it.
of course you didn't. No, but you know

although I had never been in love with a
woman before or since

I fell in love with you then.

Otherwise I should never
have come to Fatihpur Sikhri.

I am the complete egoist, Lady Slane and
it was out of my way.

Only a work of art
could tempt me.

After Kashmir I went to China

where there were so many
works of art I soon forgot you.

But I still thought of you
and Lord Slane

you seemed to me ill sorted

I don't mean that
you didn't do your job admirably.

You did so admirably that it made me suspicious.
What would you have done with your life

if you hadn't married that
delightful charlatan.

Charlatan, Mr. Fitz George?

Perhaps I misjudged him.

He was more charming than
any man I ever knew.

indeed he was far too good to be true.
Did you not suffer from his charm?

I should have been a painter.
Ah that is the key.

So you were potentially an artist

but being a woman of course that
had to go by the board.

Now I know why

your face sometimes looked tragic when in
repose I remember looking at you and

thinking there is a woman
whose heart is broken.

You really must not speak as
though my life has been a tragedy.

I had everything that most
women would envy.

I had position, comfort, children and a
husband I loved.

Truly loved Mr. FitzGeorge.

I had nothing to complain of.

Except that you were defrauded of the one thing
that mattered. Face it Lady Slane

your children, your husband, your splendor

were nothing but obstacles

that kept you from yourself.

Perhaps you were too young
to know any better

but when you chose that life you know
you sinned against the light.

You're right of course.

of course I'm right old Fitz
may be a comic figure

but he retains some sense of values.

Don't scold me anymore Mr. FitzGeorge.

I assure you that if I did wrong I paid for it.

But you must not
blame my husband.

Oh I don't according to his lights
he gave you everything you could desire.

He merely killed you. That's all. Men do kill
women and most women enjoy being killed.

So I am told.

Are you angry with me?

no

I think it's something of a relief
to have been found out.

of course you realize
I found you out at FatIhpur Sikri.

This conversation is just

a sequel to the one
we didn't have then.

A conversation

interrupted by half a century?

And now never to be resumed.

There are some things that need to be said

and this was
one of them.

Well now, Lady Slane

we can be friends.