01x02 - Episode 2

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What do you think of this one?

Yes. that will do beautifully.

Mama, it's two years old!
Look how faded it is.

Louise... The muslin then?
That's not very old.

But he's seen me
in it twice already.

Oh! there's nothing to wear!

Why are we so poor?

Mr Willoughby will be delighted
with you in your old dress, Marianne.

He can't seem to take his eyes
off you whatever you wear.

Well, perhaps...

Dear Elinor, if I could borrow your
yellow gloves... Course you could.

Ha-ha!

Never knew you were a dancing man.

A word with you, Willoughby.

In private.

By all means.

Well? What are your intentions
towards Miss Marianne Dashwood?

I beg your pardon?!

I believe you heard me.
What are my intentions?

And what right have you to ask me?

I am not aware that you are
a relation of the lady.

Is she under your protection?

I have her interest at heart.

Oh, you have, have you?

Well, then, let me ask you this...
What are your intentions
with regard to her?

Whatever they are,
they are entirely honourable.

Can you say the same thing?
I cannot be blamed if Marianne
prefers my company to yours.

We are closer in age,
in temperament, in taste...

In short, in everything.

I commiserate with you,
but there it is.

And to answer your question,

yes, of course my intentions
are entirely honourable.

You will excuse me now.

Oh, I'm SO happy, Elinor!

Yes, I think everybody
is aware of that.

I believe you disapprove of me.

But how would you have me behave?

Oh, I have been open and sincere
where I ought to have been reserved.

I should have sat quietly
and talked of nothing
but the weather and roads.

No-one would expect that of you.

But to be so very open in
your preference for Mr Willoughby,

to the point of refusing
to dance with anybody else.

Why should I hide my feelings?

They are true and honest.
Don't be angry with me, Elinor.

I only wish you could be as happy
as I am. I am perfectly content.

You are not. You know you're not.

Why doesn't Edward come?

I suppose, because
he has other obligations.

Or perhaps he simply prefers
to be elsewhere.

How can you be so calm
about it, Elinor?

Would it serve any good
for me to be agitated?

Should I lie sobbing
and calling his name?

I think it's best not to hope
too fervently for something
that may never happen.

Then let me hope for you.

Elinor! Elinor!

Elinor!

Isn't she beautiful, Elinor?

She's the best present
I could have wished for.

I bred her myself, Miss Dashwood.

Docile, good-tempered, and
exactly calculated to carry a woman.

I hope you'll share her
with your sister.

I believe you both love to ride.
What do you think of her?

Oh, she's a lovely creature!

Just imagine, Elinor...
How delightful to gallop
over the downs on her!

Yes, and it is very generous of you,
Mr Willoughby,

but Marianne cannot possibly
accept such a gift.
Elinor, why ever not?

For reasons both of
practicality and propriety.

Excuse me, Mr Willoughby. Elinor!

Wait there.

Why should I not have a horse?

Because we cannot
afford to keep one.

We have no money for stabling,
for pasturing.

You would need a servant
to look after it, and another
horse for the servant to ride.

The whole notion is impossible!

It is not! I am sure it could
be done! Mamma, could it not?

It does seem a little harsh, Elinor.

If we economised
on something else...?

We economise on everything, Mamma!

We can barely afford
meat, and sugar, and tea!

We are poor already.
Do you want us to be destitute?

You have said enough!

But it is very humiliating
to have to refuse.

I think Mr Willoughby
will understand when
he understands our circumstances.

And Marianne, it would not be
proper to accept such a present
from a man we know so little.

Know so little?!

I know him better than
any other creature in the world,
except you and Mamma.

And I understand him better
than I understand you at this moment!
Girls...

Mrs Dashwood...

Forgive me.
There's nothing to forgive. Yes.

I put you and your sister
in an awkward position...

It was thoughtless of me.

I should have considered
more carefully,

and I beg your pardon for it.

But, Marianne,
the horse is still yours.

I shall keep it
only until you can claim it.

And when you leave Barton
to form your own establishment,
Queen Mab shall receive you.

Get in there, Turk, get in there,
Suki! Get on! Good shot, Brandon.

Don't think I've ever seen
you aim a g*n and miss.

Willoughby's a good shot now.

Very fair shot.

He generally brings home
a good bag of birds.

Mr Willoughby does everything well.

Don't much care for the man, do you?
No.

It's Marianne, ain't it?

I should be very sorry
to see her injured.

Injured?

No likelihood of that, I'd say.

But they're both
very young, you know...

Very young.

They may tire of each other by
the end of the season and then,
there you will still be.

And Miss Marianne a little older
and a little wiser.

Bide your time, Brandon...

Bide your time, old friend.

That's my advice.

Then she'll see the old dog
has some life in him yet.

I'm obliged to you for your counsel.

Now, now - don't get
on your high horse, man.

It was kindly meant.

Oh, Lord, there they go!

Damn!

Missed again.

But Elinor, now...

You might think of her, you know.

Please let me.

Willoughby...

You have no scissors.

Ah! Sh.

I brought some
especially for the purpose.

Sh.

I heard a noise outside.

Can I get in with you?

If you're quiet.
Marianne's sleeping.

I was a bit frightened.

It was probably just a fox.

I thought there might be wolves.

No, there aren't any wolves in
England, not for a hundred years.

There might be some left.

Well, if there are,
I won't let them get you.

Stop making fun of me.

Go to sleep then.

D'you like it here, Elinor?

Yes, well enough.

It isn't as nice as Norland, is it?

It's different.

Of course we all miss Norland...

But just think,

tomorrow we are all invited
to a picnic at Delaford...

..and I've heard Colonel Brandon
has peaches and strawberries
in his greenhouses.

Peaches and strawberries! Yes.

So think about those delights.

Go to sleep now.

Now...Miss Marianne
will go with Willoughby, no doubt.

His curricle only takes two,
so who will go with me,
and who with Brandon?

Colonel Brandon!

What's the matter, Brandon?

I am sorry to say our expedition
will have to be postponed.

I am called away on urgent personal
business. I must leave at once.

Colonel Brandon, you wouldn't
disappoint us? Can you not
defer your journey, Brandon?

Not by an hour. You will excuse me.

Well, that's a dashed shame!

I wonder what his business could be?

There are some people who cannot
bear a party of pleasure.

He was afraid of catching cold,
I dare say, and invented this
to get out of it.

You are very hard, Mr Willoughby -
do you think so little of him?

He promised us a day of pleasure,
and has broken his promise,
out of ill humour.

I hope it is not an illness
in the family.

I can guess what his business is!

It is about Miss Williams, I'm sure!

What do you say, Sir John?

I do not care to pry
into another man's concerns.

Well, let's not let Brandon
spoil our pleasure!

We can still drive into
the countryside and enjoy
the fresh air, at least!

Excellent!

Well said, Willoughby.
Come on boys, hop in.

Shall we go as a procession,
or each at his own pace?

Catch us if you can, Sir John!
Come on!

Whoo!

Well, I'll wager
that's the last we'll see of them
for an hour or two!

Welcome to Allenham.

Oh, it's beautiful.

I hoped very much
that you would like it.

I had a particular reason
for hoping that you'd like it.

Would you like to see inside?

Of course I should,
but is your aunt expecting us?

She is away on a short visit. Oh.

So if you don't mind
being unchaperoned...?

Do you think I would
care about such a thing?

I hate these stupid conventions.

So do I.

It's in a shockingly
neglected state.

The old lady keeps barely
a quarter of the rooms in use.

But a couple of thousand would
see it restored to its former glory.

It reminds me of
the Sleeping Beauty's palace.

Exactly...

Why did I never
think of that before?

Waiting to be awakened.

Marianne.

I think I should take you back now.

Oh, dear, I'm sure they've
fallen into some misfortune!

Perhaps I should send out.

Ah, here they are at last!
Oh, thank God. All well?

Very well indeed, I should say!

Now, Mr Willoughby,
I have found you out,
in spite of all your tricks.

I know where you've been all day.

Why, driving about
the country in my curicle.

I thought everybody
knew that, ma'am.

Yes, yes, Mr Impudence,
but where did you drive to?

I hope you liked your house,
Miss Marianne.

It is a large one, I know.

And when I come to see you,
I hope you'll have new-furnished it,

for it wants it very much!

See how she blushes!

And where is the harm in that?

We happened to be driving
in that direction,

Miss Marianne Dashwood
was curious to see the house
and I was happy to show it to her.

And that is the whole story.

And if I am to blame,
I submit myself for punishment.

Well. After such a frank confession
I think we may be merciful.

What do you say, my dear?

Mrs Dashwood?

I am only glad that they are both
here with us, safe and sound.

I would have told you,
but I wanted to see his house
and he wanted to show me.

If we were doing wrong
I should have felt it at the time.

It's exposed you
to some very impertinent remarks
from Sir John and Mrs Jennings.

Elinor, I don't care
what those people think!

But I don't want you
to disapprove of me.

I don't disapprove of YOU.

Only some of your conduct.

Perhaps it was rather ill-judged...

But oh, Ellie, I do love him!

"And I have felt a presence,
that disturbs me
with the joy of elevated thoughts...

"A sense sublime, of something
far more deeply interfused,

"Whose dwelling is
the light of setting suns,

"And the round ocean...

"..and the living air."

Beautiful.

Why do they not announce
their engagement?

Everything about
their conduct suggests that
they are engaged in private,

so why do they not make it public?

I know they are engaged.

I know, because
he has a lock of her hair.

I saw him take it,
then he kissed it, and
folded it up in his handkerchief.

Margaret, would you tell Marianne
it's time to come in.

How could Marianne
allow such an intimacy,
unless they were engaged?

Perhaps marriage might not be
in their power for the present.

But that's no reason why Willoughby
shouldn't declare his intentions.

Mrs Dashwood...

I shall be paying my respects
to my aunt tomorrow morning.

I hope I may call tomorrow
afternoon, at about four.

First for a private conversation
with Marianne and then
for one with yourself?

Yes... Yes, of course!

Thank you.

I'm tired. Why do people always
make me go for walks with them?

Because they love your company,
my dear.

I should say it is near half past
four now, wouldn't you, Elinor?

Look! There's Willoughby's horse!

Be careful, Meg!

Marianne! We're home!

Is anything the matter with her?

Is she ill? I hope not.

She is a little upset...
And I am extremely disappointed.

Disappoint?!
She's never refused you? Mamma!

My disappointment is
that I am unable to stay
in Devonshire any longer.

My aunt has exercised
the privilege of riches
upon her poor dependent cousin,

by sending me on business to London.
And must you go at once?

Almost this moment.
Oh, what a shame!

Of course you have your duty
to your aunt, I'm sure her business
will not take you long, will it?

You are very kind,
but I have no idea of returning
into Devonshire immediately.

My visits to Allenham are never
repeated within the twelvemonth.

Well, erm...

I won't press you
to return here immediately.

Only you can judge how far that
would be pleasing to your aunt.

Mrs Dashwood...

My engagements at present
are of such a nature that
I dare not flatter myself

that I will be able to return
within the foreseeable future.

Goodbye.

Willoughby!
When are you coming back?

Marianne will want to know!

Willoughby!

I think I know what this is.

His aunt disapproves of his regard
for Marianne, and has invented
this business in town

in order
to get him away for a while.

And being dependent on her,
he has to agree.

Then why should he
not have told us that?

Out of delicacy, not wishing
to speak ill of his aunt.

He could have explained
his situation without speaking ill
of anybody.

Then what is your explanation?
Do you doubt his love for Marianne?
No-one could.

I cannot understand it.

If I were still mistress of Norland,
my girls would never be treated
like this.

Oh, my poor dear girl. Oh.

Forgive me, Mamma.

It was the sudden shock,
I had no idea of his going away.

I am sure...

I am sure he will find a way
to come back and see us very soon.

Elinor. Can you not sleep either?

No. Margaret came in with me
and you know how
she rolls about in her sleep.

I came down for a glass of water.

Can I get you anything, Mamma?
No, thank you, my dear.

What were you writing when
I came down? Oh, just a letter.

To John?

Yes...

No.

I was lying awake, and
I couldn't get it out of my head,

why Edward hasn't come to see us,
so I decided to invite him directly.

Mamma, you mustn't do that.

Now, why ever not? He is
our friend - our true friend -

but perhaps he felt
he didn't have sufficient invitation
to justify his coming...

He is a little shy
and diffident...

No. He knows he is welcome,
and he said that he would come soon.

So... If he delays,
or if he does not come at all,
then it must be with good reason.

What reason could he possibly have
not to come and visit us?

I don't know, but there
must be some explanation.

And I do beg you, Mamma,
not to embarrass him
by pressing the invitation upon him.

We would not want him to come here
reluctantly or unwillingly.

I am sure Edward would never be
unwilling or reluctant to see us.

Then please let him alone
to come in his own good time.

Good night, Mamma.

"For I have learned to look on nature

"Not as in the hour
of thoughtless youth

"But hearing oftentimes
the still, sad music of humanity..."

Willoughby taught me that.

Perhaps it would be easier if you
tried not to think of him so much.

How could I do that?

He is with me all the time.

He is in me, Elinor.
You are so strange sometimes.

I sometimes wonder what
it can be like to be you.

Very dull, no doubt.

Look! Someone's coming.

It is Willoughby! I know it is!
Marianne, wait!

I don't think it's him.

Elinor, it is Willoughby!

I knew how soon he would come!

It's Edward!

Wait for me!

I can only stay one night,
but I hope I'll be none the less
welcome for that.

Have you come straight from London?

No, I have been
in Devonshire a fortnight.

Oh? Yes, I was visiting some
old friends...near Plymouth.

For my sins.

Not a joyful visit, then? No.

Though I have no-one
to blame for that but myself.

SHE LAUGHS

I'm very happy to see you again.

And I you.

So how does Devonshire suit?

Plenty of pleasant walks,
I should think.

Do you have good company?
Are the Middletons pleasant?

No, not at all. We couldn't
be more unfortunately situated.

Marianne, how can you say that?

The Middletons have been
very kind to us.
Sir John is the friendliest host.

Have you forgotten
how many pleasant days
we've enjoyed at Barton?

No, nor how many painful moments!

We're all sad just now
because Willoughby's gone.

Ah, right. I see.

So, Edward, what are your mother's
intentions for you at present?

Are you still to be a great orator
in spite of yourself?

No, I think even she
is convinced now that
I'm not destined for public life.

My brother Robert
is the man for that.

So how are you going
to distinguish yourself?

I shan't attempt it at all.

I have no wish to be distinguished.

You are distinguished to us, Edward.

And in any case, what have wealth
or grandeur to do with happiness?

Wealth has a good deal
to do with it, I think.

Elinor, for shame! Are we not happy?

Have we not been happy here,
and we as poor as the gypsies?

Yes, and I think we might've
been even happier if
we had a little more money.

I wish someone would give us
all a thousand pounds each!

Yes, that would be very welcome.

Elinor, you have no soul!

Perhaps not, but I flatter myself
I do have a little sense.

What do you think, Edward?
Do you believe money has
anything to do with happiness?

Money can solve some problems,
certainly.

For others,
it's completely useless.

Edward? You seem unhappy.

Do I? Forgive me. I am...

prone to these dark moods
from time to time.

Perhaps I should not
have come here at all.

But I did want to see you all.

And we are very happy
that you have come.

We were waiting and waiting
for you to come.

I am sorry that it took me so long.

I never saw you wear
a ring before, Edward.

Is that your sister's hair?

I thought her hair
had been lighter.

Yes, it is Fanny's hair.

The setting casts a different
shade on it, I suppose.

I thought it was Thomas...

our servant.
He's gone to the village.

I saw the logs. I enjoy this work.

A man can relieve his feelings.

And you have very little help here.

We manage.

Yes, but if only...

What is it?

Nothing. Nothing I can speak of.

I should never have come here.

Goodbye! Goodbye!

That was your hair in
Edward's ring, wasn't it?

I...

It did look like my hair...

..but he never asked me
for a lock of it, Marianne.

I am sure he still loves you
as much as ever.

Did he say anything to you?

Did he speak of his love for you?

No.

What did he come here for,
if not to propose to you?

I don't know.

Hello! Hello!
We've brought you some strangers!

Hallooo! Hallooo!

Where are you all?

Are we never to have
a moment to ourselves?

Ah! There you are!

What a surprise we have for you!

Here is my other daughter Charlotte,
and her husband, Mr Palmer!

I had no idea it could be them.

We heard the carriage, and
thought it must be Colonel Brandon
back again.

Oh, what a delightful place. I do
love a cottage, don't you, my love?

I wanted Charlotte to stay home
and rest, but she would come,
she so longed to see you all!

She expects to be confined soon,
you know!

And our nieces, the Miss Steeles,
will be with us by the afternoon!

Miss Lucy Steele is very eager
to make the acquaintance
of the Miss Dashwoods, you know!

So! You are commanded to Barton Park
for dinner!

But me no buts! The carriage will
be sent for you at four o'clock!

Come along, Palmer!

That ceiling's very crooked.

Miss Dashwood, Miss Marianne,
Miss Margaret Dashwood,

allow me to introduce
my second cousins by marriage,

the Misses Steele.

Don't you think
they're a fine pair of pretty girls?

Oh, Sir John, for shame!

How do you like Devonshire,
Miss Dashwood?

Have you found any smart beaux?
There cannot be so many here
as there are in Sussex?

Anne, must you always
be talking of beaux?

Some young ladies don't care
for them, but I think they're
vastly agreeable,

provided they dress smart
and behave civil.

But I can not bear to see them
dirty and nasty, can you?

Erm, no.

We've heard all about
your sister's conquest,

and that Mr Willoughby
is the smartest beau that
anyone could wish for,

and prodigious handsome too!

T'will be fine to have her
married so young.

And I hope you may have
as good luck yourself soon...

But perhaps you have a friend
in the corner already!

Indeed she has, and he was
in the neighbourhood very lately!

And what is his name, pray?

Oh, it is a great secret, but we
all know that it begins with F,

but more than that we cannot say!

[Ferrars!]

We know a Mr Ferrars?
He's a very agreeable young man...
we know him very well!

How can you say so, Anne?

We have seen him once or twice at
my uncle's, but it's rather too much
to pretend to know him very well!

Oh! I always say the wrong thing!

Yes, you do. Look...

The weather is much brighter!

I wonder, Miss Dashwood,
would you do me the honour
of taking the air with me?

You will think my question an
odd one, I dare say, Miss Dashwood...

But are you acquainted with your
sister-in-law's mother, Mrs Ferrars?

No, I have never met her.

I never understood that you were
connected with that family at all.

Oh, Miss Dashwood.

If I dared tell you all,
you would be very much surprised.

Mrs Ferrars is certainly nothing to
me at present but the time may come

when we will be very intimately
connected. What do you mean?

Are you acquainted with
Mr Robert Ferrars?

No, not with him!
I never saw him in my life!

But with his elder brother.

We are engaged.

Mr...

Edward Ferrars?

Of course you are surprised
because it was always meant
to be a great secret.

None of my relations
know of it except Anne.

It would be terrible
if it reached his mother.

I have no fortune, you know, and
I fancy she is a very proud woman.

May I ask if your engagement
is of long standing?

We have been engaged
these four years. Four years!

Yes. I met him at my uncle's.

He's a schoolmaster and
Edward was under his care.

Because he lives in London

we hardly see each other,
writing is our only comfort,

except I have his picture
and he has a lock of my hair
that I gave him, set in a ring.

I wonder,

did you notice it?

I did. Yes.

And you promise you will not breathe
a word of this to a single soul?

Miss Dashwood?

Elinor?

You promise?

I never sought your confidence,
Miss Steele...

..but your secret is safe with me.

What was that long conversation
with Lucy Steele all about?

Nothing of consequence.

She was telling me her hopes
and dreams for the future.

How very uninteresting. Yes, quite.

Marianne, Elinor, I have a mind
to spend a month or two in London,

and I would be very glad
to have your company!

Mamma!

You are very kind, ma'am, but I am
sure our mother could not spare us.

Oh, indeed I could,
I think it is an excellent scheme.

I should prefer to stay
in Devonshire.

Oh, what formidable obstacle is
my dear Elinor now to bring forward?

Do not let me hear a word
about the expense of it.

I should like to go to London.
Of course you would!

And I think
we all know the reason why!

And I dare say Miss Elinor
has just as good a reason,
if the truth were known!

Mamma? Do you really wish it?

I insist upon it.

Come, Miss Elinor!
You can see your sister longs to go,
and she longs for your company too!

No more demurrals, your mother and I
have settled it all between us -
to town you shall go!

I am surprised at you, Marianne.

Why is that? Freely volunteering
for more of Mrs Jennings' teasing.

I would bear more than that
for a chance of seeing Willoughby.

I am surprised you are
not more excited at
the thought of seeing Edward.

Perhaps we shall not see him.

He is very much at
his mother's disposal.

I'm sure we shall and very soon.
He loves you, Elinor.

He will find a way to see you,
whatever his mother might say.

SHE SNORES

Oh, Elinor,
in a little while I shall see him!

I'm very happy for you.

And you will see Edward!

Perhaps, perhaps not.

Oh!

We're here!

Well, here we are again.

Here are the Misses Dashwood, and
they are to be treated like royalty.

Any little thing you want, Foot
will attend to it, won't you, Foot?

Indeed, ma'am.

This will be your apartment.

It was dear Charlotte's before
Mr Palmer took her away from me,

and I hope you'll be
very comfortable in it.

Look...Charlotte made that picture
out of coloured silks.

Seven years at a great school
in town, and that's all we have
to show for it!

Poor Charlotte.

Well, I'll leave you to settle in.

Dinner will be on
the table in half-an-hour!

Foot!

Be so good as to take this
to the post for me.

The penny post, Miss?
No, the twopenny. Very good, Miss.

Oh, Elinor,
we may see him this very evening.

You might as well come away
from the window, my dear,

He won't come any sooner
for your looking after him.

Indeed, I think it's a little late
for any visitors to come now,
however eagerly expected!

It is not too late.

FAINT KNOCKING
There...

Was that a knock on the door?

Next door, I fancy.

KNOCKING AT DOOR

There!

Well! I wonder who that can be!

It is Willoughby, I know it is! Oh!

Marianne, be still.

It may not be him. Oh!

Colonel Brandon, ma'am.

Oh.

Forgive me...I...

Excuse me!

Is your sister ill, Miss Dashwood?

She is overtired,
I think, from the journey.

Oh, Colonel!

I'm monstrous glad to see you.

We have not seen you since that day
you disappointed us over the picnic.

I hope your urgent business was
completed all to your satisfaction?

Thank you, ma'am.

What is done is done.

I wonder if I might have a moment
in private with Miss Dashwood. Oh!

Yes, indeed.

I'll go and see how her sister does!

Miss Dashwood, tell me.
I think I know the truth,
but I want to know for certain.

Am I to congratulate you?

I'm not sure what you mean.

Your sister's engagement to
Mr Willoughby is widely spoken of.

How can that be?

By whom have you heard it mentioned?

By everyone...

of our acquaintance.

I heard it first myself
at the Palmers.

I came to inquire.

Miss Dashwood...

..is everything finally settled?

I cannot tell you definitely
that they are engaged.

Neither of them has ever said so
to me or to my mother.

But I would not wish
to give you false hope.

I am quite sure that
Marianne is deeply in love.

And I have no reason to doubt
Mr Willoughby's feelings for her.

I do expect, and hope, to hear
of their engagement very soon.

That being the case...

To your sister I wish
all imaginable happiness.

And to Willoughby,

that he may endeavour to deserve her.

Good night.

Colonel Brandon was disappointed
not to see you. He did see me.

For about five seconds.

He has a great regard
for you, Marianne.

Yes, and I for him,
but he has one great defect.

He's not Willoughby.

Oh, why didn't he come?

Foot?!
Are there any letters this morning?

No, Miss.
Nothing for me, not even a note?

No, Miss. Sorry.
Was you expecting one?

Oh, not particularly.

Anything for me? No, Miss.

Are you quite sure of it?
No servants called?

No messages? Nothing, Miss.

No, Miss. Sorry, Miss.

But here is something!

The Middletons are arrived,
with the Miss Steeles, and we are
invited to an evening assembly.

And you can be sure that
Mr W will be invited too.

And perhaps Mr F as well!

FIREWORKS CRACKLE AND FIZZ

I declare I've never
seen anything like it.

This must be
the finest party in town.

Stay, Marianne,
you have a lock coming loose.

Never mind it, Elinor! Let us go in.

STATELY MUSIC PLAYS

Oh, there's Charlotte.

Look!

Oh, Miss Dashwood!
Oh, Miss Marianne!

London is full of smart beaux! And
some of them very rude and naughty!

We have been pushed
and pummelled...

Look at the nasty beasts!
How they preen and ogle!

I hope you will stay close
by my side, Miss Dashwood.

I am in such a fever of anticipation
I fear I shall faint.

I have heard that he is here tonight!

Whom do you mean?

Why, who else but Mr Ferrars?

Are you quite sure?
I was told for certain.

Elinor, Marianne.

It is so fearfully hot and crowded
in this room,

I can hardly bear to stay
a moment longer.

My younger brother,
Mr Robert Ferrars.

Miss Elinor Dashwood,
Miss Marianne Dashwood.

Enchanted. My brother Edward
has spoken very highly of
your beauty, Miss Dashwood.

In general I consider him
a very poor judge of women, but
in this instance, I have to concur.

You are very kind.

May I present Miss Lucy Steele?

Charmed.

Is your brother going to be here
tonight, Mr Ferrars?

Edward? God, no.

The fellow shuns society.

Hate to speak ill of me own blood,
but my brother Edward is
something of a hobbledehoy.

Oh, Mr Ferrars!

Unkind!

Elinor, look! He is here!

Why doesn't he come over
and speak to me?

Pray be composed. Don't let
everybody know what you're feeling.

Perhaps he saw me but not you.
It may be a difficult situation.
I don't understand.

Come away. He will come and
find you, if he's able to.

No!

Willoughby!

Excuse me.

Miss Dashwood...

Your mother is well, I trust?

Yes, thank you.

And, er,
how long have you been in town?

Good God, Willoughby!
What is the meaning of this?

Have you not received my letters?

Will you not shake hands with me?

But didn't you get my notes?
Tell me, for heaven's sake,

what is the matter?

Yes, I had the pleasure of
receiving the information

of your arrival in town,

which you were so good
as to send me.

Excuse me.

Elinor...go to him...
tell him he must...

Oh!

Allow me.

Take her hand.

Come.

I have something to tell you
about Willoughby

which I think
your sister should know.

Happy Elinor,
you have no idea of what I suffer.

I am all of a tremble.

In a moment I shall see the person
that all my happiness depends on.

Mrs Ferrers, the person
I hope one day to call mother.

Miss Dashwood... Elinor.

Every time we have met
it has seemed impossible to say

what I really think and feel. Yes.

Why do you not think badly of me?

What strange creatures men are.

What do they want from us?

Miss Dashwood. Mr Willoughby,
You're not welcome here.

Where is your sister?

She's gone out walking.

Marianne!

Marianne!