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what it is, Blanche.

This property came to us because the last

of the Furys, Adam Fury, had no children.

I say he had no children. I should

say he had no legitimate children.

He had indeed some romantic

adventure with an Italian woman.

And Philip Thorn is

their... their natural son.

He has, of course, no

claim at all to the estate.

But as I say, he cherishes a grievance.

I think you're very kind

to keep him on, Uncle.

Oh, he runs this place extremely

well. But he's inclined to be familiar.

Remember that he's a servant.

I shall certainly treat him as such.

Is he in?

Good afternoon, Mr. Thorn.

And what brings you here?

The fact that I'm tired

of waiting, Mr. Calamy.

You know, my friend, I

asked you to be patient.

Patient!

Would you be patient, employed

on an estate that should be yours?

But, Mr. Thorn, we have yet to

prove that it should be your estate.

That's what I'm waiting for you to do.

Are you handling this case or aren't you?

Mr. Thorn, I told you many years

ago when you first came to me

that we had very little

to rest your case on.

It was only three months ago

when we had the good fortune

to trace your mother's letters

that I first became hopeful.

Now at least we know the places that

she and Adam Fury visited in Italy.

We can have the registers examined

and see if a marriage

ceremony really did take place.

How long have I to be patient?

Can't you imagine how I feel,

being ordered about by these... people?

These Fullers strutting about the place!

Can't you understand? Clare's

been in my family for generations!

It's in my blood!

It isn't a question of words

written in ink or a lot of papers,

laws and seals, it's part of me!

Really, Mr. Thorn.

Your attitude doesn't make it

any easier for me to help you.

I know, Mr. Calamy.

And I need your help. I need it badly.

Rely on me, Mr. Thorn.

If there's any record

in the places mentioned,

you may be sure my agents

in Italy will find it.

But it will take time.

Good evening, Mr. Thorn.

Thank you, Mr. Calamy.

That was much better, Lavinia, darling.

As for you, cousin Laurence,

you are patience itself.

- Thorn, have you any news?

- No.

Aimes and Elliot have been all over.

There isn't a fence down

and the gates are shut.

Those horses were stolen. In

my opinion, stolen by gypsies.

My father wants you to ride into

Stafford and inform the police.

Police?

By the time they do anything, the

horses will be sold out of the county.

See that my father's

orders are carried out.

Lavinia, this is your last chance.

If you disobey me this time,

I'll have you sent to bed.

Try to do as Father says, and

don't hold on to the saddle.

Try very hard and then you

shall have a special treat.

Good morning.

I was expecting you to ride

today. Your horse is waiting.

Mr. Laurence wanted me here.

I'll ride this afternoon

while Miss Lavinia is resting.

She'll need a rest after that.

Elliot, has Mr. Thorn

left for Stafford yet?

I don't think so, miss.

- Do you know where I can find him?

- No, miss. But Aimes would know.

Thank you.

- Where is Mr. Thorn?

- He's in his room, miss.

Oh, thank you, Aimes.

May I ask to what I owe this honour?

You may.

Do you mind if I sit down?

Mr. Thorn, you have a habit of speaking

to me in a way that I don't like.

As I may be here for a long time, I

thought we might come to some understanding.

Yes, Miss... Fuller.

Why do you persist in

calling me by that name?

Has it escaped your notice

I'm now called Miss Fury?

I find these sudden changes of

name difficult to get used to.

So I've heard. However,

I should like you to try.

I am a member of the family.

Of course. There's no reason why you

shouldn't take anything they take.

- What do you mean?

- Just that.

They've taken the name of

Fury. Why shouldn't you?

I suppose you think it's presumptuous

on the part of a governess.

You may not always be a governess.

I'm sure that possibility's

occurred to you.

Perhaps.

And what would you say then, Mr. Thorn?

I should say, "Congratulations, Miss Fury.

" Or again, "Congratulations, Mrs. Fury. "

According to whatever name

you were adopting at the time.

I think you're one of the most arrogant

people I've ever met, Mr. Thorn.

I come from an arrogant family.

Since you've taken that family's

name, you should know its legend.

And why 700 years ago,

Alaric Fury adopted a

Barbary ape as his crest.

He captured it on his

way to the First Crusade.

Shortly afterwards, he

was killed in battle.

The ape loved his master so much

that he would allow no-one to come near

his body when they wanted to bury him.

The legend has it that the ape still

watches over the rights of the Furys.

Hence the motto Beware Fury's Ape.

A very interesting story, Mr. Thorn.

But it has nothing to do with reality.

We shall see... Miss Fury.

Yes. We shall see.

- Hello, Molly.

- Hello. I was thinking you'd forgotten me.

I don't forget old friends.

- Nor do I. What'll you have to drink?

- Whisky.

Good day, gentlemen. Want anything?

- Staying in Stafford for the night?

- No.

You get along out of here! We

don't want to buy anything today.

Wait. Let's see what you've got.

God bless you both.

Buy something pretty

for the lady, mister.

How long have you gypsies

been in these parts?

Gypsies come today, mister.

That's funny. The police said

you'd been here three or four days.

- Gypsies bring good luck, mister.

- Not in my experience.

Where's your camp?

Long way away, mister. Over the hills.

I'll take these. Here you are, Molly.

With my love.

Well, aren't you a dear?

So your camp is over the hills,

is it? Where's that, exactly?

- Gypsy tell the lady's fortune?

- Go on, get out of here.

Thank you, mister. God bless you, lady.

I know where the stolen horses

are. I've seen them at a gypsy camp.

- Where's that?

- Over the hills. I'll show you.

- Which way?

- This way.

Yes, that's Westwood and the mare.

I'm going in to get them out.

Shouldn't we get the

stablemen from Clare?

No, there's not time.

They're breaking camp.

Will you help?

Of course. What must I do?

Approach the camp. Ask

the way back to Stafford.

That'll attract their

attention and give me time.

They're a rough crowd.

Keep a safe distance.

Any sign of trouble, get out fast.

Good afternoon. I've lost

my way. Can you help me?

Could you tell me the way to Stafford?

Use your whip! Come out this way!

Don't stop. I'll meet you up the hill!

Stop it! He's getting away!

We've got them back, Uncle Simon!

- Blanche, where have you been?

- We paid a polite visit to the gypsies.

- We?

- They gave us a very warm welcome.

- Did you go with the police?

- No, sir, we went alone.

I want a word with you in your quarters.

Very good.

Laurence, perhaps you'll escort

Blanche back to the house.

Say good night to Lavinia.

She won't sleep till

she knows you're back.

We were worried about you, Blanche.

We were afraid you'd had an accident.

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