All language subtitles for All Passion Spent Episode 3 of 3

There's no need to plant them too
accurately, Mr. Gosheron.

I always think spring flowers should
look as natural as possible, don't you?

I always planted my daffs in the form of a
"K" for Mrs. Gosheron rest her soul

Kate her name was.

She enjoyed seeing that come up
year after year.

What a charming idea.

But I don't think I bought enough
bulbs for that did I great-grandmother.

Not if you want them scattered
throughout the garden.

Never you mind Miss Deborah
come the spring this will be a picture.

It's so difficult to be informal isn't it?

Even with flowers.

Gotta have rules milady.
Even nature's got her rules.

I agree. All I want is to help her
to achieve her own effects.

Its going to look lovely. Quite
lovely in the spring

when the lines begin to soften.

Lines, great grandmother?

Perhaps she means limes.

[giggles] No, the outlines.

M'lady

Monsieur Booktrout has arrived.

Do you want him to come out here
interfering or are you coming inside?

- No, I shall come inside Genoux.
- This is the last batch m'lady

and Miss Deborah will see I
spread them around the way you want.

... But you're joining us for tea surely?
- That's very kind of you but I don't...

Mr. Gosheron

You have the shoes in the van nez pas?

When you are finished you come to me. I'll
make sure you are passable.

I have made the gateau
that you like so much.

well

We should be very glad of your company
after all that you've done for us

and you too dear but I know
you can't stay.

I promised grandfather.

- Yes to report on my continuing decline.
- Of course.

[Laughing] But what you cannot comprehend Doctor is
that the true artist is not at all

deterred by the imminent
end of everything.

He aims for something to outlast the
transience of human existence

the fact that the world will end.

- When do you say it is?
- In 14 months time.

A lifetime. We might all
be dead tomorrow.

Let us hope not. I entirely concur
with your sentiments.

The point I'm trying to make -

Old church stonemasons never
used to finish anything.

Well their successors appear to
follow their example Mr. Gosheron.

Bad luck you see. In no hurry
for the final judgment. not them.

In the meantime Mr. Gosheron
will you have another piece of cake?

Of course he will. I make
it specially.

[FITZ} Oh fickle woman. When I venture here

on my own you tell me it is from my
special pleasure

and mine alone that you cater.

If you will allow me to finish

I make specially for all Miladi's friends.

No doubt you're familiar Mr. FitzGeorge

... with the works of Boëthius.
- I'm an ill-educated chap, picked up all I know

... on my travels not out of books.
- Mr. Bucktrout has traveled too...

He has profited so little by it then.

As a matter of fact it was my contact with
Eastern philosophy and its peculiar

... fatalism that led me to conclude...
- Beauty is the only thing worth bothering with!

Yes but beauty
doesn't lie only in objects Mr. FitzGeorge.

even in objects such as you possess
as I once told our gracious hostess:

the beauty of a pair of boar's tusks
coming at you...

Nothing beautiful about killing a boar!
Mere barbarism.

But you indulge do you not in
the pleasures of the chase?

- I? Never!
- In the pursuit of an object for your collection?

- I've never killed for the sake of beauty.
- And yet you enjoy your meat.

My husband always said it was
contradictions of that kind

that made the life of the politician
so fascinating.

Politicians! They can't
see beyond their own snouts!

Nevertheless, mr. FitzGeorge, the beauty of the chase
in the foothills of the Himalayas...

Bah! I'll wager Gosheron here knows
more about beauty than you Bucktrout.

and he's never wandered
farther than... what, Shepherd's Bush?

Mrs. Gosheron came from
The Isle of Dogs as a matter of fact!

[Laughing] [Doorbell rings]

Oh dear. I wonder who that is.

[CHARLOTTE]
Good afternoon. Is my mother
in the drawing room?

Lady Charlotte, m'lady.

How nice, dear. Now I thnk you know
Mr. Bucktrout and Mr. Gosheron.

And this is -

[FITZ] - Jones here. George Jones
- An acquaintance from -

[FITZ]
India.

You knew my father then.

Please sit down.

Meeting was canceled. I thought I'd
avail myself and see my mother.

[GENOUX]
You have tea Miss Charlotte?

Well I cannot stay long.

I trust I'm not interrupting
anything of importance.

Did you know my father then
mr. Jones?

- Yes.
- Were you in the Diplomatic Service?
- No.

Perhaps you were in India on business.

- Business? No.
- I see.

A private visit you might say.

Well! Your choice of friends!

- I daresay you have a life of your own but still...
- I enjoy the company my dear.

So I see.

- Has Debra been to see you recently?
- Yes dear.

Well how did you find her?

I'm always glad to see her of course.

I do wish you'd see Priscilla, she's such a
sensible girl. More down-to-earth than

... Deborah at any rate.
- Yes I'm sure dear,
but the Deborah's engagement must meet

... with your approval as it does with Herbert's?
- Of course Herbert is delighted that his

granddaughter's marrying
the son of a Duke.

We don't move in
such exalted circles.

But Priscilla is so practical

Deborah always seems to have
her head in the clouds. Certified?

A bit like you mother if
you will forgive me saying so.

She is like me dear.

Perhaps that's why I find her
company so restful.
- I trust that does not

... mean that you find mine fatiguing.
- of course not Carrie

I'm always glad to see you.
You know that.

[light playful music]

Got nothing better to do than
hanging around other people's houses?
[KAY] - I was just - I thought-

... are you all right FitzGeorge?
- Don't I look all right?

Yes yes it's just that I haven't seen
anything of you for the past three weeks

and I was a bit... I mean, we used to dine
together regularly every Thursday.
- What's today?

- Monday!
- There you are then.

... I suppose you want to come in.
- Yes well no. Not if you're busy.

I'm always busy Holland! Come
on in then.

Can't have you loitering in the street!
I'm not gonna make you a cup of tea!

Or anything silly like that
I can assure you.

Haven't been here before, have you?

- no.
- Mind the step

Careful down the stairs.

[FItz chuckles]

Move the Cillini and you can
sit on that chair.

- Be careful!
- Don't worry.
- I meant of the chair.

The legs broken...
wouldn't sit on it myself

Don't you ever get
anybody in to clean?

sometimes.

I don't allow them to touch
anything. Have a bit of cheese.

- How long has it been there?
- No more than a week by the look of it.

No thanks. Dust
harbors a lot of germs you know.

... You really ought to take a bit of care.
- Mustn't coddle yourself Holland.

I'm 25 years older than you and
I've never been to a doctor in my life!

Don't believe in 'em.

Shocking waste of money.
Now look at this.

Massagio.

Died at 27.

- Astonishing!
- High praise from you I suppose.

I know you save your panegyrics for those
bits of brass that you keep

but this is poetry Holland.

If only you were capable
of recognizing it.

Oh

by the way I read an article
about you in a magazine.

- Oh what?
- One of London's eccentrics it said.

- You were part of a series.
- Part of a series?

... Impudence!
- Oh I heartily agree.

Who wants to read about me? I don't want
to read about them!

Eccentric indeed! What's eccentric about
keeping yourself to yourself.

Terrible people journalists. Thank heaven they
don't allow them in the club.

- No, damn good thing!
- So I might see you there on Thursday?

What? oh I don't know.

Of course, if you'd rather not...

- No, it's not you Holland. You're all right.
- Am I? Thanks.

How long is it we've
known each other?

You never make a fuss.
You're not gonna start now are you?

No, of course not.

I do miss our little discussions.

Don't worry about that.
Thursday perhaps?

You can see yourself out can't you?

Oh yes, I suppose so.

You have to bang the front door.
Needs a new lock.

I've told the landlord, but of course he
takes no notice.

[chuckles]

I'm still not entirely easy in my mind
about her.

My dear Carrie. She will soon
be marrying George Neville.

yes I know Herbert.

That sort of thing soon fills a girl's head, She
can't think properly about anything.

Deborah?

I daresay. I daresay.

... Mabel should be down soon. Another Sherry?
- no, thank you.

You see, she could
easily be led astray

by Mother, I mean.

Very dependable girl, you know.
Does what she's asked...

really quite beautiful.

... We've never had cause to complain at any rate.
- Is she reliable?

I'd have thought so. Absolutely.

Behaves as expected
that sort of thing.

Not like Mother.

or Edith, come to that.

Edith and Kay are the only members
of the family who can't be relied on.

Have you noticed that?
Apart from Mother of course.

What I'm trying to say Herbert
is the idea of Deborah

keeping an eye
on Mother has become

like the blind leading the blind.

If Mother was up to something
Deborah would know about it.

- You weren't at this tea party!
- I really don't -

A builder, an estate agent
and a perfect stranger.

poor father

Its all I could think of.

But of course when father was alive
she wouldn't entertain in home

she never had the time.

But he surely would have
expected in his absence as it were -

I felt like a child, as though I'd strayed in
unexpectedly from the nursery.

Oh, and that man, Jones!

Mr. Kay, Milord.

Not late, am I?

Still time for a Sherry,
if that's what you mean.

Thanks.

Carrie

Hate these affairs, don't you?

Some of us at least
have a sense of duty.

Anyway it's Mother who should attend.
After all it is her charity.

It was Father's idea.

Poor Father

- Carrie was just saying...
- It's alright Herbert!

Have you been to
see Mother, Kay?

Afraid not, not recently.

I keep meaning to but uh...

Well I hate going
out in the cold don't you?

I have been this afternoon.

It was a very strange experience.

[KAY]
I wouldn't travel on the underground
not in this weather.

Never know what you might
pick up. One has to be so careful.

Where on earth is Mabel?

Lady Edith, milord.

I am so sorry! My canary got out.

I had to chase her all
round the living room.

The others aren't here, then
that's all right isn't it?

William and Lavinia are meeting us there.
As for Mabel... a drink Edith?

No thank you. How is everybody?

Oh so glad to read
about Deborah Herbert.

And how is Priscilla, Carrie?

Has anyone seen Mother? I spoke to her on
the telephone and she sounded very chirpy.

- She has tea parties.
- What fun!

- Full of old gentlemen.
- Oh! Good for Mother!

Oh Edith. Its no good talking to you.

Canary indeed!

Why shouldn't Mother give
some old gentlemen tea?

She always was... she
still is, very attractive.

Father always said so.

Father always had
complete trust in Mother.

Of course, Herbert, but now he's...

I mean why should that stop her
entertaining some admirers?

- Admirers! At her age?
- Why not?!

She's entitled to lead a life of her own
isn't she? We all are.

We really ought to be going

and I for one have no intention
of staying late.

Speaking for myself, I find
these affairs pretty tedious.

Then why are we going?

Edit, dear. It's our duty.

I am so sorry to have kept you all
waiting. The clasp on these pearls here is -

[HERBERT] - Quiet dear! Let's be off.
[KAY] - What about another?

- Surely we need not rush.
- Come along, come along.

You can have something to drink
when you get there Mabel.

You know I expect the
wine will be fairly filthy...

Come along, come along!

[serene music]

Poor Fanny Brawne.

What about Keats?
His life was wrecked, wasn't it?

Of course, but how could she
be expected to understand

what manner of man
she was dealing with.

Wouldn't let my life be wrecked.
Too much of a egoist I dare say.

- I'm glad.
- So am I, and yet -

I've been faithful in
my way you know.

Shall we walk up to the pond?

Such an air of strain

and tragedy here
don't you think?

As you like... though it doesn't
bother me.

[sound of children playing]

[FITZ]
Do you remember...

Our little litany.

I was remembering the first boat

that we ever went out on.

- To India?
- Yes.

And Henry had to ask for
an advance on his salary

... so that when you travel in the manner
befitting the Viceroy.
- Ridiculous!

And he had to purchase
all his predecessors plate.

[both laugh]

The day after that dinner party, I came
back to lunch.

- Dinner party?
- In Calcutta.

The Viceroy asked me after I had accepted
the invitation to Fatihpur Sihkri.

To arrange the details.

never mind

I arrived rather early to find
you alone

... or almost. Kay was with you.
- Kay?

No no no surely he wasn't born.

He must have been a couple of months old.
You had it with you in his crib.

Now do you remember?

You were embarrassed at being found
with your baby by a strange young man.

But you got over it immediately.

I remember admiring
the simplicity of your manners.

You asked me to look at him and held
back the muslin from the crib.

For your sake, I took one glance
at the horrid little creature

but what I really saw
was your hand.

It was as white as the curtain

save for the colour of your rings.

- These rings.
- If you say so.

I told Kay I'd seen him
in his cradle.

I've been saving that little joke
against him for years.

It startled him I can tell you, but I
didn't explain. He doesn't know to this

... day unless you told him.
- He never asked me

and if he had I shouldn't have been
able to enlighten him.

Uhuh, one forgets.
One forgets.

There are some things
one never forgets.

Your hand on that curtain

your expression as you
looked down on that uh...

nasty little thing
that's turned into Kay.

The flowers

flowers?

you were in the middle
of arranging them

summer flowers, when I
had arrived from an English winter

and I got a sort of twisted feeling,
stumbling into your intimacy.

That didn't last long.
You rang the bell and had Kay removed.

Cradle and all!

Are you fond of Kay Mr. FitzGeorge?

Fond? I'm used to him yes.
I suppose you might say I was fond.

I'm fond of him too.

He and my younger daughter
they're the only two of my

children who are at all like me.

No one like you Lady Slane.

As for Kay, well he and I understand each other well
enough to let each other alone.

We're used to each other
let's put it like that.

At our age

wouldn't you say anything else
would be a nuisance.

Yes. I suppose it would.

Why did you not give

your real name to my daughter
when she called?

Well why should I?

Our friendship is private, isn't it?

It has been so for sixty years.
Why spoil it now?

yes I understand

It shall remain so as long as
I'm alive at any rate.

After that... well...

- There's Mr. Holland now sir.
- Thank you

I'm afraid you can't go in Sir.

You not being a member.

Mr. Foljambe.

I was not expecting a visit.

Then you haven't heard Mr. Holland?
- Heard what?
I was having my lunch.

Mr. FitzGeorge...

Yes?

I'm sorry to say sir... It's all in the
paper Mr. Holland.

He was found this morning.

Fitz

I'm afraid so, sir.

Why didn't somebody...

Simmons! Cab at once!
Wait I'll get my coat...

Foljambe, we must...

we must go and see.

There may be something.

[Reporter]
Morning sir.

- Did you know him sir? Are you family?
[Foljambe] - I'm from the Victoria and Albert.

- What's the collection worth?
- I don't like to say without having seen it.
- Make a guess!

[Foljambe ] From what I know I should
estimate it at several millions.

Just outside Sarge. Chap from the Museum
and the other gentleman.

Other gentleman?

We think he's with
the Museum Sarge.

Oh very well very, well let them in.

About all those reporters Sarge.
They only want to take a picture.

Well they can't. Keep them out!

Who'd be interested in a
lot of junk anyway?

Foljame. Victoria and Albert.

We sent for you
as soon as we knew.

now this other gentleman sir?

it's Mr. Holland, a
friend of Mr. FitzGeorge's.

Friend eh?

Had the deceased any relatives, do you
know sir?

- What?
- Family. You know, do you know of anyone?

no

... shouldn't he be...
- Mustn't touch him.
Not till the doctors is entirely satisfied.

Who's his father sir?

I uh

don't think he had a father.

Indeed, sir.

Well he must have
had a mother, eh?

No mother.

Then what did he have sir?

His privacy.

Come now, sir. You were a friend of his you must
be able to tell us something about him.

All he had, all that mattered

was this.

[ Foljambe]
Incredible!

I didn't know there were any
Masaccio's in private hands.

- Worth a bit, is it?
- Thousands.

Hundreds of thousands! The whole collection
is well into the millions.

That's why we sent for you.

Looks like a pawnbrokers
if you ask me. Still...

We don't seem to be getting very far
with tracing in his family.

Mr. Holland couldn't tell me much.

Not many who could.
Look at this!

Kept himself pretty much
to himself then.

He came to the
museum occasionally.

Not happy up here, was he?

A little eccentric perhaps
but nothing more.

... Have you tried solicitors?
- No one's come forward.

Mind you, there's no telephone.

As I told your commanding officer, one of
our men will supervise the safekeeping

of the collection if you wish it.
Considering its value to the nation.

Who's gonna get it then?

Mr. FitzGeorge always gave us
to understand he would

bequeath most of his
possessions to the museum.

You won't know till we find
a will though, eh?

[somber music]

Come and free me. There.

Oh thank you.

Now gently...

that's right.

now this is nice.

what is it?

Mother, uhmmm...

look here...

Fitz is dead.

Mr. FitzGeorge.

Bit of a shock to me you know.

Of course I suppose at his age...

I'm sorry dear, you'll miss him.
I know.

Yes and so shall I.

I had no idea you knew
each other you see.

We never discussed things
like that, not in 30 years.

He just appeared one day.

We met years ago and he
was renewing an old acquaintance.

So this is where
he disappeared to.

Disappeared, dear?

Were you fond of him mother?

... You don't mind my asking?
- No of course not.

He was fond of you. I know that and yes
I suppose I had grown fond of him.

We had many memories and...

we went for walks together and his
company was very pleasant.

That would explain it.

Explain what?

You see I'm one of his executors...

yes?

He's left everything to you.

No.

No

No that's the last thing I want.

[Carrie]
I went to Hampstead as soon
as I heard the news.

80,000 a year

and the art is worth at least two million
if the Telegraph is to be believed.

I couldn't get in because of
the reporters.

I had to creep from the
back and shout 'Mother.'

How awful. Poor Mother.

Well I couldn't
leave her alone.

You know how unfitted she is
to deal with this sort of thing.

Perhaps Kay had something to do with it.
He and FitzGeorge were friends after all.

Yet he never introduced him to
mother. He told me so.
- Only the other day he

was boasting about how clever he'd been in
safeguarding mother's privacy.

- He could have been lying.
- Kay couldn't tell a lie if he tried!

Did mother ever mention
this FitzGeorge to anyone?

Not even to Deborah.

As far as we know.

So why should he make
her his sole heir?

What if Kay wanted his
collection for himself?

Kay was his friend William!

He's been nicely sold then
hasn't he?

But suppose Kay has some
private arrangement with Mother.

After all...

he's not here is he?

- Surely not...
- Anything is possible I suppose.

Kay's always been something
of a dark horse. It must be said.

Does anyone know anything
about Mother's will?

Up to now she's had
nothing to leave.

But if Kay has arranged things
with your mother

he's going to be landed
with enormous duties, isn't he?

- You mean death duties?
- Quite right Lavinia.

half a million at least.

but then Kay is just as
impractical as Mother!

Mother seemed uninterested
in it all you know.

When I asked her, she said that this FitzGeorge was
someone who called on her once or twice recently.

Another of her old gentlemen I suppose. Mother
obviously collects them in secret.

- I hardly think...
- Be quiet Mabel.

Did mother have any explanation?

Actually, she kept changing the subject

as if one could.

She won't allow
reporters into the house

she won't even allow Genoux to bring a newspaper
into the house until she says the fuss has died down.

No... she won't even talk
to me about it.

Well it's just a little hard you know, to
be so misunderstood.

She seemd to be keeping
me at arm's length.

As though she was
holding something back.

But at your mother's age, what could
one hold back?

- One never knows, does one?
- Come now Carrie.

Very well, Herbert.

All the same, a very strange
idea struck me.

- No no I can't see it.
- Carrie we always had a pact

never start a sentence you
don't mean to finish.

- -That was when we were children Herbert.
Of course if you would rather not .

Kay said that Mother knew
this FitzGeorge out in India

and apparently he saw
Kay in his cradle.

What if the relationship went
back further?

What if he's left everything to Mother
intending it to go to Kay because...

- Because what?!
- oh Because...

Exactly Herbert!

You can't mean what
I think you mean!

Oh dear Edith. So naive.

Mother loved father! Always!
She would never have deceived him!

why do you always have to see
everything in black and white?

I don't care what you say!

I am NOT sitting here listening
to any more of this!

I do wish you hadn't made me say
anything in front of Edith.

Surely she wouldn't.

She and Kay are pretty close.

I'm just glad poor Father
is no longer with us.

Poor Father.

- But don't you think...
- The important thing is

What is Mother going
to do with it all?

I realize that he wanted me to enjoy all
his beautiful things

but what did he imagine I could
do with so much money?

I can't believe Mr. Bucktrout

he knew what he was doing
when he left all this to me.

But in the eyes of the world he's

conferred a great benefit on you Lady Slane.
I know

I know but I never wanted
anything but to stand aside.

Something it seems that this world of ours
won't allow even at the age of 85.

Well even the smallest planet
is compelled to circle round the Sun.

Yes but does that
mean that we must all willy-nilly circle

around wealth, position, possessions?

I thought that I had escaped from all

those things Mr. Bucktrout. Now Mr.
FitzGe....

Of all people...

He pushes me back
into the middle of them.

What am I to do?

What am I to do?

I always preferred the works of God
to the works of man

because they're
given freely to anyone who can

appreciate them pauper or millionaire.

Does that make sense?

It makes perfect sense.

I'm glad.

Because I don't
think it would make sense to many people.

You see I don't want all these valuable
things, beautiful though they may be

I'd rather go up on the heath if I want to
look at something lovely and look at

Constable Street...

When you could have the
original in your drawing room?

Perhaps...

I may keep one, two...

for the rest...

What will you do?

Give them away.

Let the nation have them.

Let the hospitals have all the
money as mr. FitzGeorge first intended

only let me be rid of it all it.
Shouldn't be hard arrange.

Let me be rid of it!

And think how much I will
upset the family.

And now my dears

if you will excuse me, I know Genoux was cooking a
chicken for my supper.

I'll see you home.
Would you like me to come great-grandma?

I wish to speak to you Deborah.
Yes grandfather.

I suppose you realize mother
there's only some time before the wounds

you've inflicted upon us
can even begin to heal.

I quite understand Carrie my dear

but I have done what I have done

and I do not wish to speak of it further.

Mother? No Herbert!
The matter is closed.

When you are ready I shall be
pleased to see you

but on this matter there
will be no further discussion.

Is that understood?

Come, Kay...

Of all the -

Control yourself William!

I think it was
the right thing to do.

Trust you to say that!

Perhaps that's what
mr. FitzGeorge wanted.

Its about mr. FitzGeorge that I wish
to speak to Deborah.

But I never met him grandfather.

I didn't even know of his
existence.

I don't believe you!
Please Carrie.

Deborah has never
told an untruth.

Genoux had hinted once
that there was someone

an old acquaintance who
occasionally paid visits

but she never said anything more
than that. And she didn't tell me his name.

Typical.

You can't criticize Genoux
for her loyalty William.

Loyalty! What about loyalty to us!
What did Mother talk to you about then?

But you know Aunt Carrie.
I told you and grandfather.

What's this?

Since Deborah is

Mother's favorite great grandchild, and the
only one allowed to visit her in

Hampstead we set great store
by her views on mothers activities.

Spying! Without even telling us!

Nonsense William! We've all
been anxious about mother.

it's only natural that we should
want to know all we can.

In the event Deborah has not
proved very effective has she?

I don't think that is very fair Lavinia.
all right Mabel.

The question is, is there
anything we can do?

Have Mother certified! We should
have done so years ago.

But great grandmother
isn't mad! Far from it! Of course not dear.

Really, William!
You go too far! Think of a scandal!

It's out of the question William.

No I fear we have to accept our fate.

It is not of course for us that I grieve, but
for our children and our grandchildren

who were for a brief moment
heirs to a great fortune

but who are now denied everything.

Poor, Deborah...

to think of the dowry she might
have brought George.

Grandfather.

Now I'm no
longer an heiress...

Not you nor Priscilla
nor any of you.

How could Mother be so heartless?

Now I can no longer bring George a
great fortune grandfather.

Yes my dear?

I'd like to break off my engagement.

Break it off?! Nonsense!

Blame Mother! I shall Telegraph your parents!
I tried to warn you!

Deborah has a right to make up her own
mind on her own marriage! Surely!

Exactly Edith! Mabel!

I'm sorry if this hurts you

but it would hurt me even more to marry
George and make him unhappy.

I do not love him grandfather.
I never have done.

I agreed to become engaged because
you were so insistent.

I tried to tell him you know.

And then when great-grandmother
came into her fortune

it made it even more difficult.

but now that she's given it up...
Did you have a hand in persuading her?never

No I didn't.

She never even spoke to me about it.

Let us at least allow the
younger generation some

sort of life of their own Carrie.

Thank You grandmother.

And he told me once

that I had sinned against the light.

he was right of course.

I think that it wasn't so much his fortune

but what he was offering me was the
chance to be true to myself.

And you've taken it Lady Slane.

I wonder if I have been fair to my
grandchildren and my great-grandchildren.

One can make extravagant
gestures oneself

but has one the right to
impose them on others?

But you shouldn't concern
yourself on that score.

You've done what you believe to be
right. That's all that matters.

Nonetheless, my great grandchildren

can scarcely give me credit for having
acted from such romantic motives.

They may very well me
inconsiderate and selfish.

I can hardly see that it matters much
one way or the other.

Well, when you're Cillini's and others are all
mingled in planetary dust

along with your grandchildren and great-grandchildren
which will shortly be the case

your problem of conscience will cease to
be of much importance will it not?

That may be true Mr. Bucktrout,
but it is not a much help to me.

Goodness knows what Henry
would have said.

To my mind Miladi has gone cuckoo.

Well I don't think so Genoux.

Though grandfather would
agree with you.

And I was thinking to see again le boujou
were like in Calcutta.

Would you ride on an elephant
through the streets of Hampstead?

For myself it matters not at all.

If the charwoman was to come three
times instead of two, what difference?

But for Miladi, who was
used to such grandeur.

You see the pictures in the
paper Miss Deborah?

She was pretty like you when
she was young yes?

To give everything away!

What was Mr. FitzGeorge like?

Genteel Monsieur.

such a pity to leave Miladi alone.

Did you ever want to get
married Genoux?

Me?

But of course not!

My parents were poor peasants
who could not afford to keep me.

From the moment I arrived in
England my life was Miladi's.

As her's was Milord's.

Eh bien. J'ai Fini.

You must go into Miladi now because
soon it will be time for her rest

Mam'selle Deborah, Miladi.
Oh my dear, how lovely.

Will you put them over
there on the table?

Thank you.

Now, I don't think
you know Mr. Bucktrout.

This is my great-granddaughter Deborah.
A long awaited pleasure Miss Deborah.

And what beautiful chrysanthemums you
brought. Did you get them in Covent Garden?

From a street bearer actually.
I hope Genoux put them in water that is

tepid rather than cold. You know I've
often told her that's the best way to

prevent them from wilting.

Genoux maintains Mr. Bucktrout
should have been a florist.

I shouldn't have enjoyed it at all.
Well now I shall take my leave.

Thank you as always for your
kind hospitality dear lady.

Miss Deborah permit me to say so, you bear a certain
resemblance your great-grandmother

whom I have the honor to call my friend.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Great-grandmother, I've broken
off my engagement.

Have you indeed?

Grandfather's very upset.
He's Telegraphed Papa

but I thought you of all people -
I'm not in the least bit upset.

If that is what you feel is right...

I'm delighted.

oh great grandmother

I remember

from the moment
I became engaged

feeling as though I was being gradually bound hand
and foot by invisible threads.

A conspiracy of those who loved me.

Mr. FitzGeorge
knew that of course.

Mr. Fitz George?

He wanted me to be
independent and now I am.

Even of him.

Why did you never tell me about him?

Because there was no need my dear.

What you needed was help

to become yourself.

So now

what will you do?

I want to go to music school.

Music...

Henry always said music was the most
pleasing of all female accomplishments.

Mr. FitzGeorge and I never spoke music.

Oh Deborah, Deborah

if I hadn't given away his fortune I could
have made you independent.

I'm glad you didn't.

It made it so much easier
not being a great heiress.

Poor Carrie and the others
still think that I'm selfish.

But she and grandfather
they don't understand.

They will

in time.
I'm not so sure.

They care about position
and money and so on

not the sort of things I care about.

All my friends

they are what grandfather
calls useless members of society.

But they're not.

At their center

they have this stone of honesty.

They're simply determined to be
true to the things that matter.

Like Mr. FitzGeorge.

Like you great-grandmother.

Dear Deborah.

Music matters to me and
I must be true to that.

I'm right aren't I?

Yes of course you are right.

It might be myself speaking.

Now I'm very old

and I'm rather tired

I must let you have your rest.

You make me very happy dear.

Goodbye great-grandmother.

Miladi...

Miladi... est morte.

Miladi... est morte.

Of course it was to
be expected Mr. Bucktrout

but it comes as
a shock nevertheless.

I'm sure it does Lady Charlotte.

Poor Mother.

Such an exceptional
woman you know.

Naturally you could not know since
you were scarcely familiar.

She was only your tenant of course.

A correspondent in
The Times this morning

described her as a
rare spirit Mr. Bucktrout.

That's what I've always
thought myself. A rare spirit

but sometimes she was

a little difficult to manage.

Indeed, she was

unpractical to a degree.

But practical things are not the only ones
that count are they Mr. Bucktrout?

The Times also said something
to that effect, did it not?

My poor Mother had
a beautiful nature.

I don't say that I would have
acted as she did indeed.

Sometimes her motives
were a little difficult to follow.

She was quixotic shall we say?

Even injudicious

and she could be very stubborn.

There were times

when she
wouldn't be guided

which was unfortunate considering
how unpractical she was.

Had she listened to us Mr. Bucktrout

we should all now be in a very
different position.

But it's no good crying over spilled milk, is it?

There's a man here who can take the
measurements for the coffin if you wish.

My brother Lord Slane, will be here shortly.
He will make all the necessary arrangements.

Her ladyship makes a lovely corpse.

Indeed Mr. Gosheron.

Lovely in life lovely in
death I always say.

I've got a beautiful bit of oak
I've been saving.

Make the best coffin lid
you'll ever see.

I'm sure her ladyship would have
appreciated your sacrifice.

Astonishing the beauty
death brings out.

My old grandfather told me that.
He was in the same line of business

and for 50 years I've been
watching to see if it were true.

No doubt it is, no doubt at all.

Beauty in life he used to say may
come from good dressing and whatnot

but for beauty in death

you have to fall back on character.

Ha!

Look at her ladyship Mr. Bucktrout.
Of course he was right!

And to tell you the truth, I knew it the
first time I set eyes on her ladyship.

If I want to size someone up, Mr. Bucktrout,
I picture 'em dead.

It always gives them away. Especially if
they don't know you're doing it.

I only had to take one look at
her ladyship to know she'd do.

And now I've seen her
as I pictured her I still say it

she wasn't never but half in
this world anyhow.

No... she wasn't.

She had the best it could give her, but
it was all the things that she didn't want.

She considered the lilies of
the field, Mr. Gosheron.

That she did, Mr. Bucktrout.

I would rather you two gentlemen would stop talking across my mother as though you were a Greek chorus!

I came here in the
spirit of forgiveness.

A spirit of lamentation might have been
more appropriate, Lady Charlotte.

Perhaps you would have the goodness to
leave my mother's funeral narration

to one of her own family!

In the presence of death you might at
least take off your hat!

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