Mansfield Park Page #5

If any man ever loved a woman forever,

Henry would do as much for you.

Edmund...

What are your thoughts?

The fact that he chose you, Fanny,

is evidence of his good character.

He could make you very happy,

and you would be the making of him.

It is not certain that a man must be

acceptable to every woman he likes.

Perhaps you'd rather return home?

I can write to your mother tonight.

A little abstinence from the luxuries

of Mansfield Park

might bring your mind

into a more sober state.

Is that your choice, young woman?

Yes.

It is.

Why, Fanny?

To be at home again...

...to be loved by my family,

to feel affection

without fear or restraint and...

...to feel myself the equal

of those that surround me.

I hope you know...

I hope you know how much I shall...

...shall write to you.

And I shall write to you...

...when I have anything

worth writing about.

Who says we shall not be sisters?

I know we shall.

Whoa, there! Whoa!

Mother!

Fanny!

Come in.

You must be exhausted

from your journey.

It's surprisingly short really.

Look at you. So...

Betsey, get Father up!

Come in.

It's Susy's turn.

Did you have a tiring journey?

You must be exhausted. Betsey!

- I got him up yesterday.

- Liar!

- You must have many servants.

- I have to do quite a lot, actually.

- I help Lady Bertram and Aunt Norris.

- I only have the two girls.

We had some help,

but now Father has no work.

Hello.

- How long are you here for, Fanny?

- I cannot say exactly.

Father won't get up.

She's here!

Oh, hello!

Oh, my God! Oh, Fanny!

You look so fancy.

Like a princess! Didn't I tell you

she'd be beautiful, Mother?

Yes, you did.

Father, Fanny's come home.

Here she is.

Turn round, then.

Let's have a look at you.

Turn around!

Lovely.

Come here, Chatterbox,

I was just teasing you.

Give your coarse old father

a big squeeze.

Welcome home, Fanny.

It'll be good to have another girl around.

Well, I'm about ready to throw down

some straw and call this place a stall.

Don't get me started!

"Beware of fainting fits,

beware of swoons."

"A frenzy fit is not so pernicious.

It is an exercise to the body."

"lf not too violent,

it is conducive to health."

Fanny, a letter!

Who is it from?

Mary Crawford, a friend.

"How we miss you,

my dearest Fanny Price."

"My brother is moping. Please write

a pretty reply to gladden his eyes."

"Tell me of all the dashing captains

whom you disdain for his sake."

"I have seen Julia and Mrs Rushworth

at Wimpole Street the other day. "

"We seemed very glad to see each

other, and I do think we were a little. "

"We had a vast deal to say... "

"...especially on the subject

of you and Henry. "

"I'll tell you how Mrs Rushworth looked

when your name was mentioned. "

Fanny...?

Fanny Price?

"I didn't think her wanting

in self-possession, "

"but she had not quite enough

for the demands of yesterday. "

I shall believe it when I believe it, Henry.

And so you shall, Mrs Rushworth.

"And as for Edmund,

clergyman or not, "

"let me say, I am increasingly

sensitive to his charms. "

"Yours affectionately,

Mary Crawford."

Betsey!

This Henry Crawford, what's he like?

A rake, I think.

Yes, please!

They amuse more in literature

than in life.

But they amuse!

And Lady Bertram?

- She's always suffering fatigue.

- Why?

Generally from embroidering

something of little beauty.

Not to mention

a handsome dose of opium daily.

Your tongue is sharper

than a guillotine, Fanny.

The effect of education, I suppose.

Miss Price! Miss Fanny Price!

- Miss Price?

- What is that racket?

- Miss Price!

- What is it, boy?

I must see Fanny Price!

Miss Price?

- Miss Fanny Price...

- I'm Fanny Price.

- You sure? I don't get paid if you're not.

- Yes, I'm sure I'm Fanny Price.

All right, then, stay back.

I was supposed to say something

about starlings flying...I can't remember.

Yes, we've got the general idea.

Thank you.

Fanny, what is this?

Thank you for coming.

- Mr Price.

- Yes?

- Henry Crawford. Friend of...

-...Maria Bertram's.

Pleased to meet you.

And you must be Mrs Price.

I see the resemblance to your sisters,

Lady Bertram and Mrs Norris.

Your family has

no inconsiderable share of beauty.

You're too kind, Mr Crawford.

Miss Price.

Mr Crawford.

It was you, wasn't it?

The birds and everything...

I'm sorry, l...do not know

to what you're referring.

So, what is the news of Mansfield?

How is everyone?

Everyone being Edmund...

Fanny, I know.

- You know what, Henry?

- I know you love Edmund.

I wish to speak in truths.

It is the effect of your education of me,

Fanny Price.

He is a fine man, I understand,

but he is to be married to my sister.

The words have been spoken?

All but.

- I shall wait to grieve until then.

- You must grieve now.

I know I have an appearance

of inauthenticity.

You're infinitely my superior in merit,

you have touches of the angel in you.

And I know you have witnessed

my insincere attentions toward Maria.

But your eyes are so clear and

unflinching, please look at me again.

I am changed, Fanny Price.

I shall wait for you till the end of time.

My constancy shall prove

that I am changed.

It is your very changefulness

that frightens me.

- You toy with me.

- No.

Senseless as it is,

my heart is still full of another.

Then I shall wait...

...till it is free once more.

"It is the habits ofwealth that I fear. "

"Still, she is the only woman

whom I could ever think of as... "

Go and sit down, Charlie,

I've got to read this letter.

Susy, could you...?

"Still, she is the only woman

whom I could ever think of as... "

"...a wife. "

Where would your tenants go,

if we moved in?

I've several apartments,

they'd be well-cared for.

- It is a generous offer.

- The first of many, I hope.

Fanny...

Yes?

I've been thinking, Fanny.

There is no shame in wealth, my dear.

- That depends on how it's arrived at.

- Frances! Come here!

Just remember, Fanny...

...I married for love.

How does it feel to be home?

Portsmouth is Portsmouth,

and Mansfield is home.

You don't like to be near the water?

Not without the means

to float away on it.

You have.

Poverty frightens me. A woman's

poverty is harsher than a man's.

Well, arguable.

- It need not be your lot.

- I know.

You can spend your days in comfort...

with me.

- I know.

- You do?

Yes.

Is that a 'yes'?

Yes.

Is that the 'yes' I've heard a thousand

times in my heart but not from you?

Oh, Fanny Price!

You will learn to love me.

Say it again, please, say it!

Yes!

Good morning, Miss Price!

Good morning, my darling!

- Stop, please! Stop it!

- Good morning.

Charlie, come on.

I spoke hastily.

I've anguished over the matter,

and I feel that I cannot...

I cannot marry you.

I'm not prepared.

- And when might you be prepared?

- I cannot say.

When might that be?

I still doubt you and cannot trust you.

Doubt me?

Your behaviour is that of someone

trustworthy, the standard of trust?

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