- Where is home?
- Derbyshire.
The thought of Derbyshire amuses you?
- No, not at all, no.
My sister declares it to be a place of some perfection, alongside Hampshire, of course, though never Shropshire.
(man laughs) - I'm enjoying your Susan.
I must say, dear sister, your Mr. Thorpe is the devil of a bounder.
If he is an Oxford man, I'm grateful not to have gone there.
I dare him to come onto my ship.
We'd run him up the yardarm at once.
- He'd never be on your ship.
Mr. John Thorpe has neither the heart nor the head for it.
You sailors are the best of men.
- Yet, not once has any of your heroines ever been blessed with a dashing sailor brother.
- Oh, Frank, if the heroine was fortunate enough to have a dashing sailor brother, she's spoiled for any hero I could create.
No man could match him.
- So, this is why my sisters are still unmarried.
No man can match me.
- I fear Cassie is about to betray you, brother, with her new suitor.
- Suitor?
Pray tell.
- Jane.
- Sorry, I appear to have spoken in error.
Cassie has no suitor, especially no suitor by the name of Henry or Hobday.
- Or Henry Hobday.
- Papa, please!
- Or any suitor with those names who just so happens to be the heir to an estate in Derbyshire.
- An estate in Derbyshire!
- Papa, I beg you.
- Come now, you're making your sister uncomfortable.
Besides, I've seen no evidence in any such romance.
- That's because it's a deep secret known only to the whole of Sedbergh.
- Enough!
(laughing) Jane's love of fiction appears to have spread from the page into our lives.
I'm sad to report she now routinely spouts nonsense.
We can no longer believe a single word that comes out of her mouth.
(door clicks) (pen scratches)
