Sense And Sensibility Page #2

No. Edward.

'"No voice divine the storm allayed.

No light propitious shone."

'When snatched from all effectual

aid, we perished, each alone."

Can you not feel his despair?

Try again.

"No voice divine the storm allayed.

No light propitious shone."

'When snatched from all effectual

aid, we perished, each alone."

Mamma ...

Look.

This has just arrived.

"l should be pleased to offer you a

home at Barton Cottage, as soon ..."

- It's from Sir John Middleton.

- Even Elinor must approve the rent.

- Has she not yet seen this?

- No. I will fetch her.

Wait, let us delay.

I believe that Edward and Elinor

have formed an attachment.

It would be cruel to take her away

so soon. Devonshire is so far.

- Do you disapprove her choice?

- By no means.

- Edward is very amiable.

- Amiable? But ..?

There is something wanting.

He is too sedate. His reading ...

Elinor has not your feelings.

Can he love her? Can the soul

be satisfied with polite affections?

To love is to be on fire.

Like Juliet. Guinevere. Heloise.

- They made rather pathetic ends.

- Pathetic? To die for love?

- What could be more glorious?

- Your romantic sensibilities ...

"Is love a fancy or a feeling? No,

it is immortal as immaculate truth."

"It is not a blossom shed

when outh drops from life's stem."

"It grows without water, nor ray of

promise cheats the pensive gloom."

A pity

Edward has no passion for reading.

You asked him to read.

then you made him nervous.

Your behaviour is cordial. You

like him in spite of his reading.

I think him everything

that is amiable and worthy.

Praise. indeed.

He shall have my devotion when

you tell me he is to be my brother.

- What shall I do without you?

- Without me?

I'm sure you will be very happy,

but promise you won't live far away.

- There is no question of ...

- Do you love him?

I do not deny that I think

very highly of him. That I ...

... greatly esteem him.

I like him.

Esteem? Like? Use these words again

and I shall leave the room!

Believe my feelings to be stronger.

Further than that. do not believe.

Is love a fancy or a feeling?

- Or a Ferrars?

- Go to bed.

"l do not deny

that I think very highly of him."

"That I ... greatly esteem him."

"That I like him."

We are so happy

that you invited Edward to Norland.

We're all very fond of him.

We have great hopes for him.

Mother expects much of him.

And in marriage. She's determined

both he and Robert will marry well.

But I hope she desires them

to marry for love.

The heart doesn't always lead us

in the most suitable direction.

Edward is a compassionate person.

Penniless women prey on that type.

Having entered into an understanding

he would never go back on his word.

But it would lead to his ruin.

I'm worried. Mother will withdraw

all financial support from him -

- should he plant affection in less

exalted ground than he deserves.

I understand you perfectly.

Devonshire?

My cousin, Sir John Middleton,

has offered us a small house.

He must be a man of property.

He's a widower from Barton Park.

It is Barton Cottage he has offered.

A cottage? Charming.

A cottage is always very snug.

You will not leave

before the summer?

We can no longer trespass

upon your sister's goodwill.

- You will come and stay with us.

- I should like that.

Edward has long been expected

byyour mother.

Come as soon as you can, Edward.

Remember, you're always welcome.

- Can't you take him with you?

- We can't afford him.

Perhaps he could make himself useful

in the kitchen ... Forgive me.

Miss Dashwood ...

Elinor ... I must speak to you.

There is something of

great importance that I need to ...

... tell you ...

about my education.

- Your education?

- Yes.

It was conducted.

oddly enough, in Plymouth.

- Do you know it?

- Plymouth? No.

I was four years there.

In a school run by Mr. Pratt.

- Pratt?

- Precisely. Pratt.

While I was there ...

That is to say, he had a ...

has a ...

You're needed in London

this instant.

- I'm leaving this afternoon.

- Mamma wishes you to leave at once.

Excuse me.

Edward promised

he would bring the atlas to Barton.

I'll wager he will do so

in less than a fortnight.

Dear Edward ...

Hello there!

Sir John ...

Dear ladies!

Upon my word! Here you are!

- Sir John, your kindness ...

- None of that! Hush, please!

Here is my dear mamma-in-law,

Mrs. Jennings.

You must be Mrs. Dashwood. Was

Your journey tolerable? Poor souls!

Why did you not

come up to the park first?

- We saw you pass.

- I made John call the carriage.

- She would not wait.

- We have so little company.

I feel as though I know you already.

Delightful creatures!

- You'll dine at Barton Park daily.

- Dear Sir John. we cannot ...

No refusals! I'm quite deaf to them.

But I insist!

Let us settle in.

But thank you very much.

Send your man up for the carriage

as soon as you're ready. Goodbye.

Don't thank us.

Your feet are cold.

What have you been doing?

You can grow potatoes in this dirt.

It's cold. I'm cold.

Where can Brandon be?

I hope he's not lamed his horse.

Col. Brandon is the most

eligible bachelor in the county.

He is bound to go for one of you.

He's a better age for Miss Dashwood.

But I dare say she's left her heart

behind in Sussex.

I see you, Miss Marianne! I think

I've unearthed a secret.

You are worse than my best pointer.

Is he a butcher. baker. candlestick

maker? I'll winkle it out of you.

- She's good at winkling.

- We've none of us any secrets here.

Or if we do.

we do not keep them long.

- He's curate of the parish.

- Or perhaps a handsome lieutenant.

- Give us a clue. Is he in uniform?

- He has no profession.

He's a gentleman?

- You know there is no such person.

- There is. His name begins with F.

F? A promising letter.

Foster?

Forrest? Fotheringay? Featherty?

- Fortescue?

- Fondant?

Might I play your pianoforte?

Yes. of course.

- We don't stand on ceremony here.

- Please forgive ...

I cannot remember when we last

had a song in the house.

Brandon! Come and meet

our beautiful new neighbours.

What a pity you're late.

You have not heardyour songbird.

A great pity.

This is my good friend Col. Brandon.

We served in the East Indies.

- Not a better fellow in the world.

- You've been to the East Indies?

- What's it like?

- Hot.

The air is full of spices.

Now. Miss Dashwood.

it's your turn to entertain us.

And I believe I know

what key you will sing in.

F-major ...

You have no right to parade

your ignorant assumptions ...

- You told me.

- I told you nothing.

- They'll meet him when he comes.

- You don't speak of such things.

- Everyone else was.

- Mrs. Jennings is not "everyone".

I like her. She talks about things.

We never talk about things.

If you can say nothing appropriate,

limit your remarks to the weather.

Surely they have enough reeds

for a Moses basket.

You know what they're saying?

Word is, you've developed a taste

for certain company. And why not?

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