Sense And Sensibility Page #5

If only he'd gone to Combe Magna.

We live but half a mile away.

- Five and a half.

- I cannot believe it is that far.

- I can't believe it.

- Try.

You may ask any manner of question

if that is of any help.

Are you acquainted with your

sister-in-law's mother Mrs. Ferrars?

Fanny's mother?

No. I have never met her.

You must think me strange to ask.

If only I dared tell ...

If she tells you of the famous

Mr. F, you must pass it on.

Will you take a turn with me,

Miss Dashwood?

I had no idea you were at all

connected with that family.

I am nothing to Mrs. Ferrars

at present.

But the time may come when we

may be very intimately connected.

What do you mean?

Do you have an understanding

with Fanny's brother Robert?

The youngest? No.

I have never met him in my life.

- With Edward.

- Edward Ferrars?

Edward and I have been

secretly engaged these five years.

You may well be surprised.

I only mention it because I entirely

trust you to keepyour secret.

Edward looks on you

quite as his own sister.

I am sorry.

Surely we ...

We surely do not mean

the same Mr. Ferrars.

Yes. He was under the tutelage

of my uncle, Mr. Pratt, in Plymouth.

- Has he never spoken of it?

- Yes ... Yes. I believe he has.

I wanted his mother's approval,

but we loved each other so much.

You must have seen how capable he is

of making a woman attached to him.

I cannot pretend it has not

been hard on both of us.

We can scarcely meet

above twice a year.

You seem out of sorts.

Are you quite well?

- I have not offended you?

- I must know what you are saying.

- Promise me you'll not tell a soul.

- Miss Dashwood is quite engrossed.

I give you my word.

- What has so fascinated you?

- Tell us all!

- We were talking of London.

- Do you hear that, Charlotte?

- Charlotte and I concocted a plan.

- The best plan in the world!

I make for London shortly,

and I invite you, Lucy, -

- and both the Misses Dashwood

to join me.

Can I go?

You will all come to my Chelsea home

and taste of the season's delights.

Please, can I go?

- Do you not long for it to be so?

- I came here with no other view.

- We can't leave our mother.

- She can spare you very well.

- Of course she can!

- I could not be more delighted.

I will brook no refusal.

Let us strike hands on the bargain.

If I don't have you married by

Michaelmas, it will not be my fault.

I've never been so grateful.

I shall see Willoughby,

and you will see Edward.

- Are you asleep?

- With you in the room?

You can't feel as calm as you look.

Oh, I will never sleep tonight.

What were you and Miss Steele

talking about so long?

Nothing of significance.

How do you think I like poking about

in that big house without Charlotte?

I wrote to Edward, yet I do not know

how much I may see of him.

Secrecy is vital.

He'll never be able to call.

My only comfort has been

the constancy of his affection.

You're fortunate never to have had

any doubts on that score.

I am of a jealous nature. Had he

talked more of one young woman ...

But he's not given a moment's alarm

on that count.

Imagine how glad he'll be

to learn that we are friends.

- Have you missed me, Pigeon?

- Very much, ma'am.

- Is everything in order?

- I suggest the ordering of coal.

There you are, Pooter.

Still alive, I see ... Tea, Pigeon.

You do not waste any time.

Give it to Pigeon.

Mrs. Jennings says your sister will

buy her wedding clothes in town.

John and Fanny are in town.

We should be forced to see them.

I think it was for next door.

Sit down for two seconds.

You're making me nervous.

Oh, Elinor, it is Willoughby.

Indeed it is.

Excuse me. Colonel.

Colonel ...

What a pleasure to see you. Have you

been in London all this while?

What a pleasure to see you. Have you

been in London all this while?

I have heard

reports through town ...

Tell me once and for all:

Is everything resolved between

your sister and Mr. Willoughby?

Though neither one has informed me

of their understanding, -

- I have no doubt

of their mutual affection.

Thank you, Miss Dashwood.

To your sister

I wish all imaginable happiness.

To Mr. Willoughby, that

he may endeavour to deserve her.

What do you mean?

Forgive me ...

Forgive me.

- Where is dear Edward. John?

- And who is Edward?

My brother.

Mr. Edward Ferrars.

Ferrars with an F?

Are there any messages?

No message at all? No cards?

- You do not ask for your messages.

- No, for I do not expect any.

I have

very little acquaintance in town.

Not another word about the ham bone.

You and Cartwright sort it out.

- No messages.

- Do not fret, my dear.

This good weather is keeping

many a sportsman in the country.

But the frost will soon

drive them to town. Depend on it.

I had not thought of that.

And Miss Dashwood

may set her heart at rest, -

- for your sister-in-law is inviting

Mr. F to the ball tonight.

Do be careful.

the horses have been here.

Do be careful.

the horses have been here.

It is beginning to rain also.

Follow me.

Mamma!

This is very merry!

- Do you spy anyone we know?

- No. Mr. Palmer has a better view.

- Do you see anyone we know?

- Unfortunately not.

How can you be such a tease?

There is Mrs. John Dashwood.

Come along, my dears.

There you are!

How hot it is ...

You are not alone. I trust?

John is just gone

to fetch my brother.

Your brother! I declare.

this is good news, indeed.

I shall faint clean away.

Mrs. Jennings, I am pleased

to meet you. My brother-in-law ...

Mr. Robert Ferrars.

Miss Dashwood.

Miss Steele. Miss Marianne.

My dear ladies, we meet at last.

You must be the younger brother.

Is Mr. Edward not here?

- Miss Dashwood was counting on him.

- He is far too busy.

There's no special acquaintance here

to make his attendance worthwhile.

What are the men about these days?

Are they in hiding?

In the absence of your brother

you must dance with Miss Dashwood.

It would be my honour.

Perhaps Miss Steele might consider

reserving the allemande?

You reside in Devonshire.

Miss Dashwood!

- In a cottage!

- Yes.

I am excessively fond of a cottage.

If I had any money to spare,

I should build one myself.

Mr. Willoughby ...

- How do you do, Miss Dashwood?

- Very well.

- How is your family?

- We are all extremely well.

Thank You for your kind inquiry.

Willoughby!

Good God, Willoughby ...

Will you not shake hands with me?

How do you do, Miss Marianne?

What is the matter?

Why have you not come to see me?

Were you not in London?

Have you not received my letters?

I had the pleasure of receiving

the information you sent to me.

For heaven's sake, Willoughby,

tell me what is wrong.

Thank you. I am most obliged.

Excuse me, I must rejoin my party.

Go to him.

Force him to come to me instantly.

You must come away.

- Do you know them?

- Acquaintances from the country.

Come away, dearest.

I do not understand.

I must speak to him ...

My goodness. Come, dear.

You need some air.

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