[dramatic orchestral music] [hooves beating the ground] [dog barking] [James] Engaged!

To Casaubon!

Good God, it's horrible!

It's very vexing, James.

You've seen the man, Mother.

What business has a shriveled old bachelor like that to marry a young girl?

He has one foot in the grave!

He means to take it out again, I suppose.

Apparently, she says he has a great soul, a great bladder for dried peas to rattle in.

-It does seem most unfair.

-Unfair?

Brooke ought not to allow it.

He should insist at least on its being put off-- Whoever heard of Brooke insisting on anything except not spending his money?

It is horrible, Mrs. Cadwallader.

It is!

I don't think of myself... Not entirely...

I think of her.

Well, I throw her over.

There was a chance, if she'd married you, of her becoming a sane, sensible woman.

But now I wish her joy of her hair shirt.

Very perverse in her.

Very perverse indeed.

However, Chettam, if I were a man, I think I should prefer Celia.

Celia?

I think you'll find she admires you as much as a man expects to be admired.

She is a sweet girl, very fond of geraniums, more docile than her sister though perhaps not quite so fine a figure.

I think I should prefer Celi a if I were a man.

-[birds chirping] -[hooves beating the ground] [dramatic orchestral music] Oh, dear.

-[hooves beating the ground] -[dramatic orchestral music] [Brooke] After you, my dear.

Here we are then, girl.

Welcome to Lowick.

[Brooke] Oh, thank you.

It's a good old house, you know, decent proportions.

I went into all that once.

Palladio and so forth... All a bit dark and bare at present.

Bachelor's house, of course, bachelor's house.

This is my library.

As you may well imagine, a great deal of my time is spent in here.

And these are my notebooks.

For my own work.

The key to all mythologies.

I think I should begin to learn Latin and Greek, Edward.

I could read them aloud to you, as Milton's daughters did to their father.

If I remember rightly, the young ladies you have mentioned regarded that exercise in unknown tongues as a ground of rebellion against the poet.

Well, I hope you don't expect me to be rebellious, Edward.

Ah, Latin and Greek.

I fear it might be rather wearisome for you.

Certainly, it would be a great advantage if you could learn to copy out the Greek characters.

And to that end, yes, it might be very well to begin with a little reading.

[reads in Classical Greek] Education is a possession which none can take away.

Oh.

It would only take a little, you know, very little.

Lighter colors, perhaps.

What do you think of duck's egg blue?

Everything is just as I would wish it.

I am delighted, my dear Dorothea.

Now, favor me with an opinion of the room which I have set aside as your boudoir.

[dramatic orchestral music] Oh, yes, well, this could make a pretty room with some kind of new hangings, a sofa or two, that sort of thing.

It's rather bare now.

Uncle, you mustn't speak of altering anything.

Oh.

Was this your mother's room, Edward?

Indeed it was.

And this... Is your mother?

And who is this?

[Edward] Her elder sister.

The sister is pretty.

It is an interesting face.

You never mentioned her to me, Edward.

No.

My aunt made an unfortunate marriage.

I never saw her.

Shall we walk in the garden?

[dramatic orchestral music] Who's that youngster sketching over there, Casaubon?

[Edward] That is a young relative of mine, the grandson, in fact, of the lady whose portrait you noticed, my aunt Julia.

Oh.

[Brooke] You're an artist, I see.

No, I only sketch a little.

There's nothing fit to be seen there.

Oh, come now.

Allow me to introduce my cousin, Mr. Ladislaw.

Will, this is Miss Dorothea, Miss Celia Brooke.

[Celia] How do you do, Mr. Ladislaw?

How do you do, Miss Brooke?

Mr. Brooke.

This is a nice bit, is it not?

I did a little myself in this way at one time, did you know that?

Oh, now look at this!

This is what I call a nice little thing, done with what we used to call brio, hm?

I am no judge of these things, Uncle.

I am never able to see the beauty of pictures that are much praised.

They're a language I don't understand.

Well, now there we are.

You will come to my house, I hope, one day, and I'll show you what I've done in this line.

Thank you.

Well, shall we walk on?

What's that young man gonna do with himself, Casaubon?

Is he going to be a painter?

Or a poet?

He has the look of a poet.

Shelley had that look, you know, about the eyes.

The answer to your question, sir, is painfully doubtful.

My young cousin is many things, but nothing in particular.

To put it more charitably, he has not yet found his vocation.

His present purpose is to travel abroad, to what end I do not know.

Culture, he says.

I have agreed to support him for a year or so.

He asks no more.

I shall let him be tried by the test of freedom.

Yeah.

You must understand, Vincy, that I stretch my tolerance towards you and your family because you are my wife's brother.

As to your son Frederick, it was entirely from worldly vanity that you sent him to University and destined him for the Church.

Now you are reaping the reward of your own folly and his.

There's no going back.

It's a good British feeling to try to raise your family a little.

It's a father's duty to try to give his son a chance in life.

If you mean us to come down in the world, say so!

I am not at all sure I should be befriending your son by smoothing his way towards the acquisition of Featherstone's property.

If you mean to hinder anyone from having money but saints and evangelists, you'll have to give up some profitable partnerships, that's all I can say!

It's this sort of thing, trying to play bishop and banker everywhere, that makes a man's name stink!

Let me remind you, Vincy, it was not your prudence or judgment but my material help that has enabled you to keep your place in the trade.

Well, you like to be master, there's no denying that.

You're my sister's husband, we ought to stick together.

If you won't put a stop to this rumor about Fred, you might as well slander him yourself.

[snorting] I consider it unhandsome of you to refuse to write this letter, Brother Bulstrode.

I consider it very unhandsome.

"And I distinctly affirm that I have no information that your son borrowed any money on any property that might accrue to him on Mr. Featherstone's demise."

[chuckles] Accrue?

Property?

Demise?

Fine words for a speculating man.

Come from nowhere, that one, too.

Mind you, I hear he owns your father, lock, stock, and barrel, or his bank does.

So, what do you expect now?

A little fortune, eh?

[clears throat] [rustling] There we are.

There... And there... And there, and... That's all.

You might show a little gratitude.

Thank you, sir, I am very much obliged to you.

I should think you are.

[murmuring] -Mary.

-Am I wanted?

No, no, I came to see you, Mary.

What's the matter?

Oh, Mary, you'll think I'm a despicable fellow.

Uncle Featherstone has just made me a present of 100 pounds.

Hundred pounds?

Yes, it's very generous of him, and I should be grateful.

I am grateful, but I was hoping it might be more, because I am in debt for a 160 pounds, and a friend, a very good friend, has signed a bill of security for me, making himself responsible for the whole sum.

I was hoping Uncle's gift might clear it, and then I could start afresh with a clean slate.

You see, I confess everything to you.

And that makes everything better?

No!

I thought you looked so sad when I came in just now.

It's a shame you should stay here and be bullied.

Oh, I have an easy life in comparison to some.

I tried being a teacher, but I wasn't fit for that, my mind's too fond of wandering on its own way.

Well, I couldn't be a good clergyman any more than you could be a good governess.

I never said you ought to be a clergyman.

There are other sorts of work, aren't there?

Oh, Fred, why can't you just resolve on something sensible and stick to it?

I'll never be good for anything, Mary, unless I know you love me.

My father says an idle man ought not to exist, much less be married.

Then what am I to do, blow my brains out?

No.

On the whole, I think you'd do better to pass your examination.

Mr. Farebrother says it is disgracefully easy.

Oh, everything's easy to him!

But it's not cleverness really, I could pass.

I'm ten times as clever as some of the men that pass.

Oh, are you?

Then you must be ten times as idle as they are.

But if I did pass, you wouldn't want me to go into the church, would you?

Fred, it shouldn't be the question what I want you to do.

You have a conscience of your own, what do you think you should do?

Mary, I do know this: if you won't give me any encouragement, I shall just get worse.

I won't give you any encouragement!

It would be a disgrace if I accepted a man who got into debt and wouldn't work!

[hooves beating the ground] Arabella, my dear!

Brooke has invited half the town as well as the county.

[people murmuring] What a to-do!

He was never one to spend his money like this.

That's Bulstrode, the banker.

The new sawbones, Lydgate.

[Lady Chettam] One hears very well of him.

Oh, he is a gentleman.

He talks well.

But I can remember when medical men knew their place and kept it.

With the servants.

Hicks, for example.

He was coarse and butcher-like, but he understood my constitution.

But this is too much.

Brooke is asking us to sit down with tradespeople, Middlemarch bagmen!

There's Vincy, the ribbon manufacturer.

Mr. and Mrs. Vincy.

Well, I'm quite happy to peruse his pattern book, but I don't want to eat my dinner with the fellow... [laughing] Or his awful wife.

It'll be some whim of Brooke's.

He means well enough.

I'll tell you what he means, he means to go into politics and stand for Parliament.

And as a Liberal, as like as not.

[people murmuring] That's what all this is got up in aid of, toadying to the hoi polloi!

[clinking] Friends, a few brief words on this happy occasion.

We are met together to celebrate the betrothal of my dear niece Dorothea to my good and learned friend, the Reverend Edward Casaubon, and to share their happiness.

Marriage, you know, is a joining, a union, a sort of closing up, you see, and yet in another sense it is a reaching out, an exploration, if you will, and so forth.

Progress.

Now, that is going to happen whether we like it or not and that is why I am for it.

That's why I'm happy to welcome progressive men here, men who have the well-being of their fellow men at heart, and women, too, of course.

Here's Mr. Bulstrode, of the bank.

You're very welcome to my table, sir, and Mayor Vincy, who...

Excellent, yes.

And Doctor Lydgate, who studied in Paris and so forth, all the new ideas for the new hospital.

Progress, you see, progress and reform, but in a spirit of temperance and moderation.

Let it never be said that Brooke was not for progress and reform.

Excellent.

Yes.

[people murmuring] Oh, I quite forgot!

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the toast: the happy couple!

[all] The happy couple!

[people murmuring] My thanks once again, sir.

A most delightful occasion in every way.

Well, you know, Casaubon, I'm very fond of my nieces, fonder than I can say.

I've tried to do my best for the girls since their poor father and mother died, as far as a bachelor can.

You know, I don't think anything means more to me than that they should be happy.

[horse neighing] I hear you intend to extend your wedding journey as far as Rome.

I think the weather will be mild enough.

And, of course, there are some manuscripts in the Vatican which will be invaluable for my research.

And I long to see all the antiquities in Rome.

And Edward will be able to tell you about every single one, I'm sure.

I shall not detain you longer.

We shall meet again very soon.

[horse neighing] I still regret that your sister is not to accompany us.

You will have many lonely hours, Dorothea.

I shall feel constrained to make the utmost use of my time during our stay in Rome, and I should feel more at liberty if you had a companion.

More at liberty?

Well, yes, if you had a lady as your companion, I could put you both under the care of a cicerone and we could thus achieve two purposes in the same space of time.

You must have misunderstood me very much, Edward, if you think I should not value your time.

I beg you will not refer to this again.

[dramatic orchestral music] Please, don't be anxious about me.

Very well, my dear.

As you wish.

[dramatic orchestral music] [horse neighing] [crowd applauding] My Lord, Lady Medlicote, fellow citizens: as mayor of Middlemarch I am pleased and honored to welcome you here to the dedication of the new fever hospital, built entirely by public and private subscription.

And here I might mention the singular generosity of Mr. Nicholas Bulstrode!

[crowd applauding] The medical supervision of the new hospital is entrusted to the care of Dr. Lydgate, who has volunteered his services gratis , in the furtherance of public health and the advance of medical science.

Yeah, yeah, excellent, yes, good!

[crowd applauding] The spiritual welfare of the patients is in the capable hands of the Reverend Mr. Tyke.

[crowd applauding] Should have been Farebrother.

Hear, hear, damn disgrace!

These are stirring times, my friends, change is in the air.

[Brooke] Hear, hear!

[Vincy] And I for one am proud to see our town so far advanced in reforms as to make life better -for us all.

-[Brooke] Hear, hear.

A better life for everyone, [mumbling].

-Well said.

-[crowd applauding] And now...

Hear, hear.

Yes, yes.

Well said, Vincy.

Progress and reform, the advance of science, excellent.

New ideas about ventilation and diet and-- Mr. Brooke, if you wouldn't mind... [man laughing] Oh, I do beg your pardon, Lady Medlicote.

[crowd applauding] [bell tolling] [people murmuring] [chickens clucking] [woman murmuring in Italian] Si, signora.

Are you sure you have time, Edward?

My dear, I am deeply mindful that my studies have caused me to neglect you these past few weeks.

I have set aside today for your diversion.

[children speaking in Italian] Not today.

Not today.

[woman speaking in Italian] [man speaking in Italian] [out of tune music] [man speaking in Italian] -[people murmuring] -[birds chirping] This site is regarded by many as one of the finest the continent has to offer.

Indeed, I believe Rome is one among several cities to which an extreme hyperbole has been applied: "See Rome and die."

In your case, I would propose an emendation, and say: "See Rome as a bride, and live thenceforth as a happy wife."

[Edward] I thought now you might like to visit the Palazzo Doria Pamphilj.

[Dorothea] Would you like to see it, Edward?

[Edward] It is highly esteemed by the cognoscenti.

Oh, yes, but do you care about it?

I am ready to go if you wish it.

[bell tolling] Are you not tired, Edward?

My dear, as I have said, I have set aside today for your diversion.

Fatigue is neither here nor there.

Edward, I wish you did not feel that I need diversions.

Oh, I love to visit the antiquities, of course, but only if you enjoy it too.

I would be far happier if you would let me help you with your research for the book.

Most persons think it worthwhile to visit the Palazzo Doria Pamphilj.

[hooves beating the ground] [dog barking] The great family which created the collection reached its zenith in the 17th century, when one of the sons was elected to the chair of St. Peter as Innocent the 10th.

The God Apollo, or Phoebus.

I suspect of the Augustan period.

The cult of Apollo is, of course, linked to that of Bacchus and inspired the appalling excesses of the Bacchanalian revels.

Note how the male and female principles are combined.

The ancients believed that this combination served as an inspiration to the arts and music.

[Dorothea] Look at this, Edward.

A common theme in fourth century Athenian sculpture.

Cupid and Venus.

Almost certainly an inferior copy of a Greek original.

Perhaps we have seen enough for one day.

Shall we go?

It occurs to me we are very near the Capitoline Library.

I wonder if you might allow me a half an hour to consult some documents there.

Of course.

Why didn't you say so before?

Well, there is much here of great interest for you.

A half an hour then.

[dramatic orchestral music] Come and look at this woman.

Quick!

[dramatic orchestral music] Beautiful.

I should like to paint her as the Madonna.

Good God.

Do you know her?

I do.

She is married to my cousin.

[Naumann] She's married?

But I saw her with some old Geistlicher.

Who was he, the father, the uncle?

[Ladislaw] That's the husband.

Introduce her to me, Ladislaw!

I must paint her!

Confound you, Naumann!

I don't know what I shall do.

I am not so brazen as you.

[dramatic orchestral music] [bells tolling] [snoring] [dramatic orchestral music] [hooves beating the ground] [dramatic orchestral music] [Dorothea] Are you going to the library -again today, Edward?

-[Edward] Yes.

I hope when we get back to Lowick I can be more useful to you.

And be able to enter a little more into what interests you.

Doubtless, my dear.

Carp is willfully, irresponsibly mistaken on the Etruscan fish deities, and the world shall know it.

[Dorothea] Isn't it time now to do what you used to speak of?

What?

All your notebooks.

Isn't it time to make up your mind what part of them you will use, and begin to write your book, begin to make your vast knowledge useful to the world?

I can do anything: write to your dictation, or copy and extract what you like, but surely, Edward, it must be time to expose your great theory to the judgment of your fellow scholars.

My love, I think you may rely upon me to know the times and the seasons, the different stages of a work which is not to be measured by the superficial judgment of ignorant onlookers!

My judgment was a very superficial-- Oh, it had been easy for me to gain some temporary effect, but it is ever the trial of the scrupulous explorer to be saluted by the impatient scorn of chatterers who attempt only the smallest achievement, being indeed equipped for no other.

My judgment was a very superficial one, Edward.

What else could it be?

You have shown me these notebooks.

You have often spoken about them.

You have often said that they need to be condensed.

But I have never heard you speak of the writing that is to be published!

Those are very simple facts: my judgment went no further.

I only begged you to let me be of some good to you.

[people murmuring] [chickens clucking] [people murmuring in Italian] If you had come a little earlier you would have seen him.

He goes to read in the library of the Vatican every day.

And stays there all day?

Usually, yes.

Please, sit down.

[he chuckles] Something amuses you?

Yes, I was thinking of when we first met at Lowick.

The figure I cut when you annihilated my poor sketch with your criticism.

Surely not, I know nothing of painting.

Really?

I suspected you of knowing so much that you knew just how to say what was most cutting.

That was really my ignorance.

[chuckling] And you've been sketching here in Rome?

Yes.

Then you do mean to make painting your profession?

Oh, Mr. Casaubon will he so pleased you have chosen a profession.

On the contrary, I've quite made up my mind against it.

-Oh.

-I have no genius for painting.

Things don't come easily to me.

I never get them.

I have heard Mr. Casaubon speak of your want of patience.

Yes, I know Mr. Casaubon's opinion.

He and I differ.

Certainly, you differ, I hadn't thought of comparing you.

Such power of devoted labor as Mr. Casaubon's is not common.

Quite.

Such a pity it should all be thrown away, so much English scholarship is, for want of knowing what's being done -by the rest of the world.

-What do you mean?

I merely mean that the Germans have taken the lead in historical inquiries, they've solved most of the problems that have bedeviled English scholars for years.

Are you quite sure about this?

[dramatic orchestral music] I regret it.

Especially, of course, because of my feelings of gratitude and respect towards my cousin.

[dramatic orchestral music] [Dorothea's voice] All your notebooks, all your volumes... Well, isn't it time now to do what you used to speak of?

Isn't it time to make up your mind what part of them you will use and begin to write your book?

Begin to make your vast knowledge useful to the world?

I can do anything: write to your dictation, or copy and extract what you like, but surely, Edward, it must be time to expose your great theory to the judgment of your fellow scholars.

Isn't it time now to do what you used to speak of?

But surely, Edward, it must be time to expose your great theory to the judgment of your fellow scholars.

And you received him in my absence?

He came to pay his respects, to express his gratitude to you.

Doubtless.

Please, don't be angry with me, Edward.

Mr. Ladislaw has invited us to see some of the studios of the religious painters here.

And you wish to go, no doubt.

Only if you do.

Please forgive me for speaking so hastily to you this morning.

I was wrong.

I fear I hurt you and made the day more burdensome to you.

I am glad you feel that, my dear.

But you do forgive me?

My dear Dorothea, who with repentance is not satisfied is not of heaven nor earth.

You are excited and I also am feeling the unpleasant consequences of too much mental disturbance.

We shall speak no more of it.

[horse neighing] [men murmuring] [horse neighing] [men murmuring] So this is Diamond.

[horse neighing] Well, I'm very disappointed.

Wouldn't have him as a gift.

I wouldn't touch him with a toasting fork.

He looks a nasty brute to me.

Not him, sir.

Only wants riding.

Lord Medlicote's man was looking for a gray.

Luck of the devil, young Vincy.

Luck of old Nick.

If you can sell him on to Lord Medlicote, you're a made man!

[horse neighing] -No, Diamond!

-Steady.

Fred, be careful!

-Steady, Diamond!

-[horse neighing] Oh!

[thudding and groaning] Right.

[horse neighing] [Rosamond] Is this your great bargain then?

[Fred] Diamond!

Diamond!

[Rosamond] I can't imagine who would buy a brute like that!

[Mrs. Garth] Fred, Mary's just been here.

[Fred] Morning, Mrs. Garth.

[Mrs. Garth] You've missed her.

Come in.

[chickens clucking] [Ben and Letty] It's Fred!

Go on, you go out now.

-I'll take them, mother.

-Thank you, Alfred.

Go on outside.

[Ben] Oh, but we want to stay and talk to Fred!

Go on!

[Ben murmurs] Sit down, Fred.

Caleb will be down directly.

[Ben] Oh, I want to speak to Fred!

Are Letty and Ben your only pupils now, Mrs. Garth?

Oh, I'm at a low ebb for pupils, but I've saved my purse for Alfred's apprenticeship.

All of 92 pound.

He can go to Mr. Hammer's now.

Mrs. Garth-- Caleb wants the boy to have his chance.

He thinks he may turn out a famous engineer.

What, Fred, my boy!

You look poorly.

Is anything the matter?

Yes, Mr. Garth.

I'm afraid you're going to have a rather poor opinion of me, but I've come to tell you I can't keep my word.

I can't meet Mr. Bambridge's bill after all.

And he's demanding immediate payment.

I've pleaded with him, but the man's iron.

I owe a 160 and all I have are these 50 pounds.

[clears throat] What do you mean?

Oh, I forgot to tell you, Susan, I put my name to some bills Fred run up with Mr. Bambridge.

Fred was sure he would be able to pay them himself.

Was he?

It's come at a bad time.

I shall need everything we have in the bank.

Hundred and ten pounds.

I suppose you've asked your father.

It would be of no use.

He wouldn't give me a penny.

[sighing] It's clear what we must do.

I shall give you the 92 pounds I put by for Alfred's premium.

And I'm sure Mary will have saved 20 pounds by now from what Mr. Featherstone gives her.

I shall certainly pay it all back, Mrs. Garth.

Ultimately.

Yes, you will!

Ultimately!

But boys can't be apprenticed ultimately!

They must be apprenticed at 15!

It is my fault, Susan.

I'd no business signing that bill for Fred.

I suppose you have tried all-- I've tried everything, Mr. Garth.

I had bad luck with a horse I was selling.

That turned out wrong.

I have no horse at all now.

I came on Rosy's horse.

I hate having brought this on you.

There is no-one else I care so much for, and... And now you will always think me a scoundrel.

Well, Fred, you must ride over to Mary and ask the child for what money she has.

I'm sorry.

[Mary] Fifteen... Sixteen... Seventeen... One, two, three... Four... [sighing] You may tell father I have enough to cover the rest of your debt and six pounds over.

Mary, I can't bear this.

Yes, you can.

I am so very sorry.

I'm sure you are now.

I didn't mean any of it.

I had such terrible luck!

But when you have bad luck, other people suffer for it.

Mary.

What?

[Fred] Do you hate me now?

I don't think well of you.

I don't think I could go on living if you hated me.

If I lose my hope of you... [dramatic music] I have no hope at all.

I could never hate you, Fred.

You were my best friend when I was a little girl, and you've always been good to me, and happy to know me even when the rest of your family put on such airs.

But I cannot respect you.

Every chance you get, you waste.

How could I respect you?

And how could I marry a man I can't respect?

I wish you were a better man, Fred.

[banging on door] [Featherstone] Mary!

Where are you, missy?

I want my chamber pot!

What the devil are you at, girl?

Oh, Fred, you are pale!

What is it, dear?

Whatever is the matter?

He's drunk, Mamma.

I feel rather strange, Mother.

I think you had better send for Wrench.

Oh, my dear!

Stay here.

Pritchard!

Pritchard!

What is it, Dr. Wrench?

Oh, a slight derangement is all.

I apprehend nothing serious.

Aaah.

Aaah.

The system needs purging, I warrant.

A spoonful or two of Dr. Wrench's black draft will suffice.

We'll have you riding to hounds again in no time, young man.

Good day then, ma'am.

Good day, Dr. Wrench.

[Dr. Wrench] Thank you, kindly.

[dramatic orchestral music] [panting] [horse neighing] [horse neighing] [mumbling] -[thudding] -[hooves beating the ground] What a mercy Rosamond saw you in the street!

Wrench said he would not come again for all he had made poor Fred worse instead of better.

You should have seen him in the night, the poor boy didn't know his own mother.

Is he very ill?

You were right to call me in.

[dramatic orchestral music] I'm afraid your son is in the pink-skinned stage of typhoid fever.

And, unfortunately, he has taken just the wrong medicine.

Oh, doctor!

Oh, is he... Will he... Oh, Fred.

Oh, Fred!

Dr. Lydgate, save my boy!

He has a strong constitution, Mrs. Vincy, and I have every hope of his recovery.

He must have a regular nurse, and a constant supply of cold water.

I'll start him on opium and alcohol immediately to lose no time.

Oh, what a villain Dr. Wrench is!

You mustn't blame Dr. Wrench, Mrs. Vincy.

The symptoms yesterday might have been disguising.

Typhoid is difficult to diagnose in the very early stages.

Dr. Lydgate, you must come again.

You must carry on attending Fred.

Yes, please, do.

I shall write to Dr. Wrench and explain the circumstances.

I'm sure he won't be offended.

Well, I say it's a damned impudence!

I've attended that family for 20 years and now I'm made to read some damned scoundrelly lecture on symptoms and prognoses and I don't know what.

By God, it comes to something when they'll steal your patients from under your very nose and give you a scolding into the bargain.

This Lydgate's no better than a quack in my opinion, with his fancy foreign notions and his cant about cures.

How do we know what his bona fides are, eh?

Do you know what he told me, his Majesty's coroner these 20 years?

That a lawyer is no better than an old woman at a postmortem examination.

[laughing] He thinks a doctor should conduct it!

[Wrench] Man's an impostor.

He has degrees from Edinburgh and Paris, I understand, Wrench.

He's a clever fellow for all you don't care for him.

A damn sight too clever in my opinion, sir!

[Chicheley] Bulstrode's fond of him.

-Ugh!

-They're a pretty pair.

One all pride and principles, the other all cant and holiness.

-[knocking] -[man murmuring] And both of them elbow deep in each other's pockets.

Good day, gentlemen.

Good day, everyone.

Well, gentlemen: to business.

The house surgeon has reported an outbreak on intestinal ailments amongst patients in the upper ward.

[Naumann] You do me great honor in taking the time to view our work here, Mr. Casaubon.

Oh, and Mrs. Casaubon, of course.

This has been a most rewarding visit, Mr. Naumann.

It is interesting to see such a colony of artists at work.

Yes, well, many of us live here permanently.

Others, such as my friend Ladislaw, come to study for a short while only.

Please.

Mr. Casaubon, forgive me, but I have been looking at you all morning.

A sketch of your head would be invaluable.

Let me show you.

[Naumann] St. Thomas Aquinas.

Perhaps it is asking too much.

You astonish me greatly, sir.

But if my poor physiognomy can be of help to you for the good doctor, I should be honored.

That is, if the operation is not a lengthy one and if Mrs. Casaubon will not object to the delay.

St. Thomas Aquinas, what a happy thought!

Allow me.

[Naumann] Please.

Well, come and look, Ladislaw.

I think it is perfect so far, hm?

[birds chirping] The color is fine.

It will just suit you.

Oh, no, they are for my sister.

She is light-haired and very pretty.

At least I think so.

You don't seem to care for cameos.

No, frankly, I don't think them a great object in life.

I fear you are heretic about art, generally.

How is that?

I should have expected you to be very sensitive to the beautiful everywhere.

I should like to make life beautiful.

I mean everybody's life.

And then all this huge expense of art that seems to make life no better for the world pains me.

The best piety is to enjoy, when you can.

It's no use to try and take care of all the world unless you allow yourself to feel some delight in it!

I'm beginning to suspect you of having some false belief in the virtues of misery.

[man laughing] The work is progressing satisfactorily?

Magnificent!

[Dorothea] Have there not been very valuable books written by scholars who knew nothing of these modern things?

Well, they are still used.

Why should not my husband's be valuable like theirs?

Don't you see?

It's no use now to be crawling a little way after men of the last century and correcting their mistakes.

No one cares anymore.

The focus of interest has moved on.

How can you speak so lightly?

If it were as you say, what could be sadder than so much ardent labor all in vain?

[dramatic music] I've made you think ill of me?

No, I...

I like you very much.

Please, don't mention this to anyone again.

Promise me.

I promise.

[dramatic music] I fear this may be tiresome for Mrs. Casaubon.

[dramatic orchestral music] [murmuring] [dramatic orchestral music]