Fleur was meant to stay for a weekend.

It's been nearly five days.

What can she be doing down there?

Oh, riding, walking...

The farm's very charming.

And Annette insists on being in London.

Buying ribandry, seeing her friends.

Well, I'd love to have you to dinner, dear boy, but, um...

I'm going out myself.

Where to?

The theater.

I wouldn't have thought Dartie's concentration span was long enough.

DARTIE: What?

What should I be concentrating on?

I'm not going with Monty.

I'm going with Prosper.

WINIFRED: Why don't you take Soames to your club, Monty?

No-- really.

I'm meeting George.

WINIFRED: It's a revival of a Restoration play-- The Country Wife.

Sounds a dead bore.

It's salacious.

Annette wanted to go, but I didn't think it appropriate.

Really?

What's it about?

Infidelity.

( knock at door ) PROFOND: Parfait, comme toujours.

( giggles ) PROFOND: Are you both coming, too?

That is an excellent thing.

Not me, old chap.

Mr. Forsyte?

Bawdy muck.

I think not.

Then we shall have to go another time.

I'm out of the picture, too.

Oh.

But that's such a shame.

A small business matter.

I don't want to go.

It's a dead bore, but I...

I'll make it up to you.

If I am allowed.

Of course.

PROFOND: Then... lunch?

Tomorrow?

I'd like that.

À bientôt.

( door opens and closes ) What does the fellow do, for goodness' sake?

Oh, does it matter?!

Of course it does.

Amuses me.

And if you want to stay to dinner, Soames, I won't hear another word.

( men laughing heartily ) DARTIE: Where did you first meet Profond?

GEORGE: I was with you, old chap.

Oh, no, you... you introduced him to me.

Surely not.

Then what of it?

He was about.

He's good company, and he's generous with it.

He's a member here now, you know.

His name was on the list as I came in.

Now, who put him up?

They'd have the lowdown.

( clears his throat ) You?

Why not?

( sighs ) You're meant to know the pedigree of the person you're proposing.

It's club rules.

Times have changed.

The rot set in when we let you in through the doors.

I was never like this bunch.

( men talking and laughing ) GEORGE: Money talks.

And that's 30.

Yes, all right.

( George chuckling ) ( Dartie sighs ) Getting the hump about the wife?

Hmm?

No, no.

No-- Freddie's just having a bit of fun.

Gentlemen's agreement.

He pays your debts, you leave the bedroom door open.

She's your cousin, George.

Bit of respect, please.

But that's the way they do it on the continent.

It's all aboveboard.

It's expected.

Dukes and princesses are at it, leaping in and out of each other's beds.

That's why we call them frogs.

DARTIE: Good Lord.

( chuckling quietly ) Frogs indeed.

( conversation inaudible ) HOLLY: Hello.

Aha-ha!

I was on my way to London.

I can't get over the fact you're here.

You can drop in and... IRENE: How is Jon?

He's harvesting.

Flat out all day.

And reading poetry by night...

I'll get some tea.

She misses him.

Fleur Forsyte is staying.

With you?

She invited herself down.

Forced my hand.

And Jon?

We tried to keep them apart, but... Have they met before?

In June's gallery.

Why?

I think they like each other.

Really like each other.

This is the one thing!

The one thing... Well, perhaps it's not such a bad thing.

They could bring the families together.

Dad, are you all right?

( breathing raggedly ) Now of all times... You mustn't tell Irene.

I won't, of course, if it's so very awful.

I'm sorry.

What's she like?

A rather having sort of a person.

A Forsyte then.

I saw her kiss him.

( footsteps approaching ) ( whispering ): Not a word.

IRENE: Here we are.

( sighs loudly ) ( man clearing his throat ) ( typewriter clacking ) Well?

You wrote in your letter that you needed to see me urgently.

I can assure you that unless it was of the utmost importance, I wouldn't be here now.

( typing stops ) ( sniffs ) ( door closes ) So, if you couldn't commit the matter to paper... Keep your daughter away from my son!

You probably know-- they are together as we speak.

I had no idea.

They met at June's gallery.

My son is staying with Val and Holly.

Your daughter invited herself down, inveigled her way in... Val Dartie and his wife extended Fleur an invitation.

She forced their hand.

She must be like you; she sees something and decides to get it.

So what do you want me to do?

Make sure this doesn't happen again.

Stop it, you mean?

Absolutely.

You... You come here, behind your son's back... and tell me to break this up.

You, of all people.

The man who once lectured me on the importance of happiness in marriage.

The man who spurned his own family to follow his heart, who stole another man's wife in the name of love!

Jon and your daughter aren't in love.

Have you asked them?!

This liaison is repugnant to me, too.

Your son... with my daughter.

I'll do my utmost to stop it and I presume you will, too.

But at least I don't have to play the hypocrite.

Good evening to you, sir.

( draws breath as if to speak ) FLEUR: Jon?

Jon!

I've come to say goodbye!

I wish you didn't have to leave.

Oh, I told Daddy it was only a weekend.

Besides, I want to keep him sweet.

You look wonderful.

MAN: Are you still hungry, boy?

( men shouting jokes ) Come on.

FLEUR: Anyway, you're going home this weekend.

We could fix it to go part of the way on the same train.

It'd give us an extra two hours and 45 minutes' time.

JON ( laughing ): You've got it all planned.

( train whistle blowing ) ( both laughing ) ( stationmaster blowing whistle ) Fleur!

I wish this journey went on forever.

SMITHER: I'll tell Miss Hester you're here, sir.

( toy squeaks ) ( door opening ) HESTER: Oh... You should have said.

Aunt Hester.

I'm all topsy-turvy.

Oh, my dear.

Have you brought Fleur?

Isn't she back yet from the country?

No.

Um...

The View of the Old Hall?

You can't feed a family on threepence a week.

Who can't?

SMITHER: Mrs. Dartie.

Oh, Soames.

Winifred.

HESTER ( whispering ): How much did you make?

Only £90.

What's going on?

Bailing Dartie out again?

The dockers' children.

They've had no wages for weeks.

Then they should go back to work.

It's a matter of principle.

So is feeding your family.

I shall ask Smither to pour some sherry, and we will have it in the parlor.

Are you all right?

Do you realize I've had Jolyon Forsyte to see me about Fleur and his wretched boy?

As if I would encourage any contact with that side of the family.

You should never have allowed Val to invite her.

They must keep...

They must be kept apart.

And father's snuff box?

Hmm?

Not a word of this to Annette, you understand?

This is all your doing.

I hold you personally responsible.

WINIFRED: Personally responsible!

I knew nothing about it.

Hope you gave as good as you got, old thing.

Oh, one of these days there'll be a murder.

Oh, hang on, Freddie.

Oh, garroting is too good for him.

( chuckling ): Garroting... Gosh, that'd teach him.

( knocking ) DORA: Monsieur Profond is here.

Oh.

He's taking me to lunch.

Is he, by Jove?

Don't do this to me, Monty.

He mentioned it yesterday.

Well, I thought things might've moved on since then.

Moved on?

PROFOND: Mrs. Dartie.

Dartie.

I understand you two have an assignation.

Bit much, that.

Pardon.

You have an objection?

WINIFRED: Of course he doesn't, do you, Monty?

And even if he did, I'm coming anyway.

I'll get my things.

Providing Freddie doesn't have to pay for her lunch?

I assure you there is nothing like that.

I'll let it go then.

By the way, how was that boring bit of business last night that prevented you from taking Freddie to that play?

Successful, was it?

SOAMES: A telegram!

She's on the 2:23.

She says she'll walk back along the river.

It'll be good to have her home.

She'll be off again.

There is nothing for her here.

( clears throat ) We shall have a house party.

Well, it's time she learnt to socialize with young men as well as her school friends.

You want to marry her off so soon?

That's the last thing I want.

But it's about time she learnt how to conduct herself in society.

I shall draw up a list of likely people.

I take it some of our friends will be invited?

One or two.

But it will be Fleur's occasion.

You must invite Winifred.

That means Dartie.

Cousin George?

And what about Winifred's friend?

Profond, is he called?

That'll put Dartie's nose out of joint.

You suspect... him and Winifred?

Not seriously.

Profond?

Definitely not the marrying kind.

( engine approaching ) MONT: Mr. Forsyte!

SOAMES: Captain Mont.

Perfect timing.

Fleur should be back in half an hour.

Well, we'll have to tell everyone sometime.

About us?

Not likely!

Well, not for ages yet.

Anyway they've got a secret, why shouldn't we?

What do you think this feud's all about?

I think someone was murdered.

( chuckling ): Like who?

I don't know.

Anyone on your side?

Your dad's been married before, hasn't he?

Mm... twice.

What happened?

They died.

Well, there you are!

Your mother better watch out.

MONT: Fleur!

FLEUR: Anyway, I'm going to find out.

And even if I don't, we won't tell them about us, and that's that.

Oh, I do love you.

And no matter what their secret is, it won't make any difference to us, will it?

MONT: Fleur!

FLEUR: Trust Daddy!

He's sent a search party for me.

We'll have to go our separate ways.

I'll think of you every minute of every day.

And other times.

Let's meet as often as we can.

Tomorrow, 1:00, Green Park.

( ducks quacking ) I'm perfectly capable of making my own way home, thank you very much.

Your father told me you were walking back from the station.

I thought I'd row across and fetch you.

MONT: I've missed you all week.

Not even a letter.

I wouldn't waste the postage.

Don't break my heart.

MONT: There's something I've been wanting to tell you.

I love you, Fleur Forsyte.

I love you, I do.

Oh, no, you don't.

Oh, yes, I do.

And I shall sail you away to the dark continent.

Michael!

Michael, stop!

We're going to tip!

Africa, here we come.

( shouts ) That's for you.

Careful!

( laughing ): The lady will sink us.

Take that, you beast!

No!

No!

Michael, stop it!

JOLYON: Good to have you back, old man.

Oh... You look well.

JOLYON: Look who's here.

Jon.

Hello.

Tell us your news.

Well, Holly sends her love.

And Val.

The stud's doing well.

Um...

I usually get up at five, work in the fields till sunset.

I get ragged by the men, but... well, they're... they're decent enough.

And Fleur is there.

Oh.

What is she like?

You know, so-so.

Pleasant enough.

Well, to tell you the truth, I've been so busy I...

I've hardly seen her.

Holly sends her love.

Oh, I said that.

( clears throat ) I'm going to go and get changed.

It's terrific being home.

I'm scared, Jolyon.

I've never seen him evasive like that before.

Never.

( voice cracking ): He's head over heels.

If he takes up with this girl, I shall never see him again.

To lose our son to Soames-- that's the perfect revenge.

What shall we do?

Shall we forbid them to see each other?

No, that's been tried already.

Besides, they're impetuous, and she is clever.

Take him on holiday.

He wouldn't go.

I'll have a word.

Take his mind off her.

Show him Paris, take your time.

But what about you?

I'll be all right.

I've got plenty to do.

It'd be good for you to spend more time with him.

JOLYON: Some of these photographs are very good, Jon.

You know, when I left school, well, your grandfather took me on the Grand Tour.

It was the greatest gift he ever gave me.

It was in Italy that I decided that I wanted to be an artist, and I wonder that if I hadn't gone on that holiday, whether I'd have just gone into the family firm like the rest of the Forsytes.

Come on, Dad, I know you.

What are you really trying to say?

I want you to go on holiday with your mother.

But the harvest is coming in.

I... well, I promised Maple I'd be there.

She thinks the world of you, you know.

And I do of her.

Well, then, if you want to make her happy, one last holiday.

The two of you.

That's unfair.

Another party, Daddy?

It's a lovely idea, only... well, it's so soon after my birthday.

It'll cost you a fortune.

If it pleases my daughter.

Hmm, besides, since when has spending my money ever worried you?

( chuckles ) Dear Daddy, I don't deserve you.

Can we really have a jazz band?

A small one.

I'll need some new clothes.

Perhaps I could go up to town tomorrow?

Mmm, I'll come with you.

We'll make a day of it.

You and me.

You can help me choose an outfit-- something fashionable for the party.

Daddy?

Are you still alive?

SOAMES: I'm not at all sure about this, Fleur.

Please, Daddy, don't be tiresome.

Well, the blazer, maybe, but the hat...

Perfect.

Very elegant, sir.

Straw-- elegant?

Makes me look like a bargee.

Nonsense, it's dreamy.

But... pink would be smarter.

Pink?

FLEUR: He'll take it-- the striped.

And the blazer, sir?

FLEUR: Yes.

The flannels?

FLEUR: Those, too.

SOAMES: Fleur?

If you're going to have a garden party, you may as well look the part.

Am I finished?

Mm-hmm.

Good.

Then we'll take a taxi to the station and be home for lunch.

I need to call at my club.

To collect my post.

Well, I'll wait for you at the station.

Don't be long.

Thank you.

JON: I'm sorry, Fleur, but my father insists that I go.

Three months-- I can't bear it.

Neither can I.

Then why did you agree?

You don't love me, you can't.

Oh, Jon... Come on, of course I do.

Anyway, who was that man in the boat?

Him?

A friend of my father's-- Michael Mont.

He's an idiot.

I don't care for him one bit.

Will he be at this party?

I've said, he's nothing to me.

It won't make any difference, being apart-- not to me it won't.

Nor to me.

One last kiss.

Remember, whatever happens while you're away, we'll pick up just as we are.

What do you mean, "whatever happens"?

I'll be faithful to you-- I will.

I promise, forever and ever.

( people conversing quietly ) There's something I need to know.

Jon Forsyte.

What about him?

You were together at Val Dartie's place.

He was the reason you overstayed, correct?

I haven't seen Jon Forsyte in three weeks-- seen him, spoken to him, written to him.

Fleur... Cross my heart, hope to die.

Ladies and gentlemen!

If you step up to the board, you'll find a list of all the couples in the draw for this...

It can't be.

'Struth, it is.

Beau Forsyte.

GEORGE: Very à la mode, Soames.

Quite a bevy you've dished up-- well done.

Been through the old address book, eh?

They're Fleur's old school friends, if you must know.

Who's your partner, Mary?

"M. Dartie," whoever he is.

Think I'm going to enjoy this weekend.

I'll say.

"M.

McKenzie."

M. Dartie?

At your service.

Mary.

I'm not very good, I'm afraid.

Oh... better have a spot of practice, then.

Who've you got?

FLEUR: Michael Mont.

What a fix.

It's not my idea.

He's super.

We're on in half an hour.

Care for a spot of practice?

I don't really feel like it.

I will, if you like.

Oh, thanks, that's decent.

You must be, uh, Mary.

Cherry.

Ah, got you.

Cherry from Brighton.

Was this your idea?

Hmm?

Me and Michael.

I thought so.

( tennis ball being lobbed ) ( both shout ) 15, love.

( laughing ) I know you're there.

You can't get rid of me that easily.

Don't I know it.

You're a pest, that's what you are.

I'm smitten.

You soon will be!

( Mont grunts ) ( Fleur laughing ) ( horn beeps ) ( beeping ) Ooh!

( laughs ) Prosper-- hello!

Prosper!

( band playing jazz tune ) Your daughter dances well.

With the right partner.

PROFOND: So do I.

May I suggest a quickstep outside?

( music continues ) Will you excuse me, Soames?

I won't be a moment.

( Annette giggling ) Oh, Prosper... ( giggling ) ( squeals ) It's a rotten old world.

Yes.

Bad form, that-- using my Freddie as a decoy.

Dashed unsporting.

I can't bear your sympathy.

I haven't had my eyes shut, you know... not that he's been particularly discreet.

Still, I suppose that's the whole idea of using a decoy.

Right under old Soames's nose.

Daresay you've learned something along the way.

Regret... That, all right.

That I was faithful to you.

Hmm?

Those girls in there... they're laughing at you.

I'm sorry?

You've never grown up.

You're not even half the age of your own son.

Steady on.

And why do you think Val isn't here?

Well, he's too busy with the horses.

He's ashamed of you.

Now, come on.

The gambling.

The lies.

Never there when we needed you, and when you were there, you were drunk and useless.

What kind of father is that to the children?

What kind of example?

I'm not entirely sure I know what you mean.

Then think, Monty.

Think... before it's too late.

( jazz music continues ) ( applause ) Come on, everybody, join in.

Just look at them.

Isn't she terrific?

Your backhand needs a spot of practice.

Is that what you call it?

Yeah, I'll pop round.

( chuckles ) Thank you for a terrific weekend.

Nothing wrong with your service, though.

( clears throat ) Come along, Dartie.

Should you not be saying good-bye to your guests?

You're right.

Good-bye, Prosper.

CHERRY: You're in love.

How can you tell?

The way you look at each other.

It's Prosper's car.

He's out with maman.

( shushes ) ( blows horn ) June!

( laughs ) You scared the living daylights out of me.

What do you think?

Half an hour door to door.

I think you'll break your neck.

( laughs ) ( kisses ) ( panting ): Oh, dear.

I think I'll have a sit-down.

I'm exhausted.

Have you been to see Dr. Liddle?

Yes, yes, of course I have.

What did he say?

( groans ) Promise you won't say a word to Irene or Jon.

I want to tell them myself.

It's my heart, June.

It's on its last legs.

( panting ): It's... all that loving.

( pants ) It can't be.

Comes to all of us sooner or later.

Not you.

You're all I've got.

You can't die.

I don't want to.

I'm happier than I've ever been, I don't...

It's just that I think we ought to face it.

Why do I always lose everyone I love?

You can't die.

You're a Forsyte!

All that talk of love.

What about my love for you?

No one loves you more than I do.

You're my rock.

Who else can I cling to?

I won't let this happen.

( both crying ) ( piano playing ) ( honks horn ) ( applause ) On the house.

And may I congratulate mademoiselle on her playing?

( chuckles ) Mademoiselle thinks maybe le patron has been sampling his excellent wine with too much enthusiasm.

Au contraire.

The wine sharpens the senses.

You play with esprit.

So does monsieur in his own way.

( imitates horn ) ( chuckles insincerely ) My son also plays the piano.

Ah, your son?

Yes.

How long are you in Paris?

( laughs ) That depends on when we tire of it.

Then I shall make sure that you stay a long time.

I shall hold you to that.

With the permission of your son.

He's making a pass at you.

I am old enough to look after myself.

You were saying, monsieur?

Perhaps you would care to dance?

Why not?

And perhaps monsieur would care to play?

Yeah.

Yes.

Well, what are you waiting for?

( plays "Me and My Gal" ) Hello.

You on a hike?

No, just exploring.

I walked from the station.

I've just spotted the most beautiful house.

( breathes hard ) ( panting ): Oh, dear.

I say, are you all right?

Have you far to go?

Just across the field there.

Oh!

It's your house.

Oh, how lovely!

( both chuckle ) Ah, there you are.

( chuckles ) Lemonade.

Thank you.

I don't know your name.

Cherry.

Jolyon.

Jolyon Forsyte.

All on his own, and missing his other half.

Oh, listen to me going on.

So they're in Paris?

Yes.

They've been gone a month.

And when are they back?

Another month.

Maybe longer.

Take my advice-- when you find someone you love, never let them go.

( chuckles ): You should drink up.

You'll miss your train.

There'll be another one.

You're just like my son-- hang the consequences.

( chuckles ) Charming.

Come on.

I'll walk you.

Thank you for the lemonade.

( chuckling ): My pleasure.

( Chopin's Nocturne in E-flat major playing on gramophone ) FLEUR: I'm back!

I'm in here.

Oh, there you are.

You and your old records.

( music ends ) How was Cherry?

Exhausting.

What did you buy?

Nothing in the end.

Is maman back?

She wasn't on the train?

No.

Well, we'll have dinner at the usual time, whether or not.

( door closes ) That'll be her now.

( grunts ) ( sharply ): Annette?

( door closes ) SOAMES ( shouting ): You promised you'd be home two hours ago.

( door slams ) ( door opens and closes ) Jon?

Did you get to the gallery?

Mm-hmm.

Dozens of Impressionists.

I got some postcards.

Ah.

Degas.

Mm-hmm.

Oh.

She has got impish eyes.

Quite beautiful.

Your... boyfriend was asking after you.

I don't know who you mean.

( with French accent ): I think you do, mademoiselle.

And I think you enjoyed dancing with him.

Is that so terrible?

What would Dad say?

He would laugh.

( sighs deeply ) Do you want to go home?

Yes.

Mmm, so do I. JOLYON: What a surprise.

Did you get our telegram?

About an hour ago.

Hello, Dad.

Wait till you see what I've got you.

( both chuckle ) Hello.

( both laugh happily ) I missed you.

Oh, I missed you so much.

Oh.

So what changed your mind?

It was making things worse.

The longer we were there the more he was missing her.

Hmm.

I'm afraid it failed.

VAL: There should be a table for us now.

Oh, no, there's my father.

DARTIE: Val!

Val, come and join us.

DARTIE: That's my son.

VAL: You remember Jon?

Yes, Jolyon's boy.

Hello.

( exchanging greetings ) We'll start with the Dover sole.

And the duck to follow.

And two more places, please.

Please, sit down, sit down, sit down.

Splendid.

It's good to see you, my boy.

I thought George was joining us.

Committee meeting.

Oh-- probably pushing up the cost of the grub.

Or the wine.

How's your father?

He's fine, yeah.

I think he missed my mother while we were away.

He's pleased we're back.

And how is the lovely Irene?

She's well, thank you.

So... you will not know Soames Forsyte then?

He and my father don't seem to get on.

( derisively ): That's one way of putting it!

JON: Do you know what happened?

VAL: Best not enquire, Jon.

Stable secret.

Mmm... it's a bed of nettles.

How is the filly?

Fine-- I won't breed from her yet, though.

Rum lot, the Forsytes.

( Profond talking with Val ) A bit of advice, Jon.

Don't let Soames call the shots.

He tried to put Winifred off me, but I married her all the same.

You're sweet on his daughter.

That's the word.

( clears throat awkwardly ) Well-- you stand up to the buggers.

Never say die.

Oh, and another thing.

Fleur.

Don't dilly-dally, you understand me?

Some other chap might sprint past on the inside.

( men laughing ) GEORGE: Dashed difficult, this.

Seems I've drawn the short straw.

What's up, old boy?

( mumbles ) Excuse me, gents.

The fact is, Dartie, we've had a meeting about that money you owe.

Now, we spoke up for you... but they voted you out.

What?

I'm afraid so.

And I'll have to ask you to leave.

It's a bit sudden.

They've given you two weeks to settle up.

Then you can reapply.

Mind, no guarantee.

DARTIE: Well, there must be some mistake.

No?

Um... don't tell the old girl, there's a good chap.

Don't want to cause her any more upset than I have already.

Pity you didn't think of that before.

( knock at door ) ( door opens ) Mr. Soames is here to see Mrs. Dartie.

Well?

Ma'am's gone to the florists.

Well, he'll just have to come back later.

No.

No, show him in.

Ah.

She won't be long.

Mm-hmm.

Snifter?

( sighs impatiently ) No, nor me.

( sighs ) Please.

Jolly-good do at your place.

Appreciate it.

Family and all that.

I'm glad you've turned up.

( clears throat ) I have a proposition for you.

It may interest you.

"Interest" being the operative word.

The thing is... You're short of cash.

No, I wouldn't put it like that.

Gosh, no.

No.

It's just that what's coming in... is coming in slower than what's going out.

Gone out.

You're in debt.

Giving you the chance to earn a bit of dosh.

Oh, if it wasn't so pathetic, I'd find it amusing.

Oh, come on, Soames, old chap.

No one's so well-heeled they're not looking for another opportunity.

Go on.

You see?

Two percent over the Bank of England.

Two.

And how much do you need?

As much as you can spare.

Hundred... and... fifty?

Two hundred?

With what security?

( sighs ) Well...

The house isn't yours.

Yes, I hardly need reminding.

Um... Winifred.

She's my security, if you like.

You are offering your wife as security for a loan?

Yes, because she's your sister, old boy.

Look, I'm asking you for help to protect the good name of the family.

The only way you could have done that was to have married someone else.

Yes, well, that's one thing I don't regret.

Winifred may have other ideas.

At least I don't bully her and treat her like a dunce.

Pity you don't have some of her qualities.

Forgiveness for one.

She's had a lot of practice.

It hasn't all been one-sided.

We rub along together.

For better, for worse, and all that.

You've always been jealous of me, haven't you?

Unfortunately, where women are concerned, it's not just what's in the bank that counts; it's in other departments.

Careful, Dartie.

Oh, it's common knowledge, talk of the town-- Annette... and her continental appetite.

How dare you?

( door slams ) Jon?

Fleur!

( laughing excitedly ) Guess what.

What?

I found a photograph in my father's room.

Hidden, a secret.

Well?

It was of your mother, when she was young.

Are you sure?

Yes, they must have been in love, and that's what the feud is about.

She married your father instead of mine.

That's why they don't get on.

Why should that stop us from being together?

It's up to us to make them see sense.

I'm sure your father would be on our side.

In fact, I know he would.

I've met him.

When?

I've been to Robin Hill.

What?

I wanted to see where you lived.

I missed you so terribly; it was the next best thing.

And you met my father?

He never mentioned it.

Because he didn't know it was me.

It didn't come up, and then... when it did... it was too late.

This is awful!

No, it isn't.

We got on!

He's a sweetie.

What did you talk about?

Not you.

Your mother, mainly.

He told me I ought to do what my heart tells me.

So you see, he'll give us his blessing.

I know he will.

( dog barking in distance; man whistles to dog )