- Oh, William.
- Eliza, to what do I owe this unexpected delight?
(upbeat music) Undeterred as ever, I see.
- William, I don't think any less of you.
You're one of the bravest men I know.
- One of?
Do you want my help or not?
- Why would I want your help?
- 'Cause you have that irritated look on your face, one that you usually reserve for me.
- In that case, you can forget about any help from me in the future.
- Thank the Lord.
- You were instructed by my father to look after me.
- I did look after you.
- You kissed me.
- I seem to remember you liked it.
- And I seem to remember that I slapped your face.
- Why must everything lead to combat with you?
- You have that effect on me.
Before you start yelling and thumping the desk, will you at least listen to what I have to say?
- No.
- Well, I'm going to say it anyway.
- You are the most stubborn woman that I've ever met.
- And you've met a few, have you not?
- Eliza.
- I'm not staying the night at your house.
Think of my reputation.
- Since when did you care about your reputation?
- How dare you, William.
- How dare I come and rescue you?
- I would hardly call this a rescue.
(William screaming) (Eliza screaming) - If I give you a compliment, do you promise not to make me suffer for it?
That was good work.
Your father would have been proud.
- Thank you, that means a great deal.
- If my father could see us now, he might mistake us for an old married couple.
(emotional music) - Good day, Eliza.
- Good day, William.
