Emma (2009): Season 1, Episode 4 - Episode #1.4 - full transcript

What a beautiful day
for picking strawberries.

I cannot remember how long it is
since we last came to Donwell.

I remember.
It was exactly 18 months ago.

Knightley likes being in other
people's houses and we do not.

I have done my best
to prepare for your visit,

so the day may not be
as unpleasant as you expect.

You have prepared
everything so well for our day.

You know how Father loves
looking through your collections.

(SHE SIGHS)

(BRAYING)

I'd like to get there before
the strawberries are picked.



These are a very good crop...

and it's just
the moment to pick them.

Oh...

Yes,
these are the finest beds I've seen.

All the best varieties
are here, I think...

Are you well, Miss Fairfax?

They are extremely scarce.

Oh, Miss Fairfax. There you are!
I've been waiting for you.

Jane, I have found you
a position as a governess

with the Smallridges of Bath.

(MUSIC DROWNS SPEECH)

I know that you think...

I am being over-anxious
about your travel plans.

I hadn't noticed, Father.



Life is full of catastrophes
that come at any time.

It seems perverse to invite...

I understand, Father.

I can hardly bear
that your sister lives...

a few hours away.

I'm a foolish man, aren't I?

Isabella and I have always
counted ourselves lucky,

unlike Frank Churchill
and Jane Fairfax...

...that we were not sent away after...

We stayed in our own home
with our own people.

I love Mr Weston, especially now,
but I am glad he is not my father.

You cannot know what it is to fear

until you have a child.

I would not trade a million
exciting expeditions for that love.

And besides,

who else would let me be
mistress of the house at Hartfield?

So, are you still going on your
ill-advised trip to Box Hill?

And what is more,

I give you notice...

I fully intend to come back.

Miss Fairfax!

Miss Fairfax!

Oh, Miss Woodhouse!

Would you be so kind,

when it is noticed I am not here,
could you say I have gone home?

Of... of course, but surely you are
not going to walk to Highbury alone?

I am used to walking alone,
Miss Woodhouse.

But it is too far to walk alone.
Let me call the carriage.

I would rather walk!

I will soon be taking care of children.
I cannot be afraid.

But that is no reason
to put yourself in danger now.

It is very hot, you are fatigued.
I will call the carriage.

I am fatigued.

But it is not the usual kind.

Miss Woodhouse...

we all know what it is
to be weary in spirit.

I have felt exhausted for so long.

The greatest kindness you could do me
would be to let me go

and only say I have left
when it is necessary.

Goodbye, Miss Woodhouse.

I was thinking how
at home you looked.

You might be mistress of this house.

Oh, I don't think so.

Hartfield is enough for me.

Think how much
you would have to scold me

if I was mistress of two domains!

Where is Jane going?

I do not think she should
be walking in this heat.

I did try to stop her.
I offered her our carriage.

Surely...

I did! I could not have been
more concerned for her safety

than if I were mistress of Donwell.

She would be alone.

And who can blame her?

She can have not a moment's peace
or calm in Miss Bates's cottage.

How her ears must ring!

She has to concentrate
with that endless tittle-tattle,

lending half an ear...

She would not be stopped.

She is more than halfway home by now.

Nothing kills me like this heat!

Mrs Weston has been blaming
your horse

for depositing you
in the middle of a field somewhere,

but here you are, safe and sound.

How pleasant to be absent,
but in the thoughts of everyone.

I will go and tell her
the good news...

though you did not have to come.

Then I should not have come.
My aunt was ill, so it was late

when I set off and had to travel
in this dreadful weather.

Had I known, I wouldn't have left.

God! I can bear any degree of cold,
but this is just...

Oh!

Mr Knightley was right -

you did not need
to put yourself out for us.

You will feel cooler if you sit down.

As soon as I am cooler,
I'll go straight back.

It's madness in this heat!
I arrive just as everyone's leaving.

I saw...

I saw Jane Fairfax walking home
on the way here.

Madness in this weather! Insane!

Why don't you go inside and drink
something? Or... or maybe some food?

Food?! I don't want food. I'm not
remotely hungry. It's far too hot.

Maybe I'll try some beer...

...if it's not been kept in the warm.

I didn't know Knightley had
such a distinguished collection.

All very well, but wouldn't want to...

(CHURCHILL CLEARS HIS THROAT)

As soon as my aunt gets well,
I'm going abroad.

I will not rest
until I've seen some of those places.

I will write poems or sketch
from the top of those mountains.

You will never go to Switzerland.

Your aunt and uncle will not let you.

Maybe they can be persuaded to go, too.

A warm climate and fresh air
may be prescribed for my aunt.

I'm serious. I ought to travel. I want
a change. Don't give me that knowing look.

I'm sick of England.
I'd leave tomorrow if I could.

Sick of being rich and prosperous?

Sick of indulgence?

You must invent a few hardships for
yourself and persuade yourself to stay.

Me, prosperous?! Indulged?!

You are quite mistaken! I do not
consider myself a fortunate person.

I am thwarted in everything I want!

Yet you are not so miserable
as when you first arrived.

You should eat some more.
Have another slice of cold meat,

another glass of beer, and you might
end up as merry as the rest of us.

No, you are, of course, my best cure.
I shall not stir.

I shall sit by you.

We are still going on our trip
to Box Hill.

You should come with us. It's not
Switzerland, but it will be a start.

You should come. It will be a good change
for a young man in need of it.

(CONVERSATION OUTDOORS)

Harriet will be there.

Oh, if Harriet is coming
and you wish me to join the party,

I will.

Well, I certainly shall not be there

and I doubt if anyone will
be enjoying themselves.

Maybe Mr Knightley has found us
a place in the shade.

It will probably be just
as warm in the shade.

I thought you intended
to enjoy yourself.

I did. I do.

(SNEEZES)

Thank you.

Come. Let's see
if we can find the others.

Oh, dear! This heat is unbearable.

Ah, there you are.

They're a miserable bunch,
aren't they?

They look as though they would
rather have stayed at home.

Well, I am glad I came.
I intend to enjoy the rest of my day.

Yes, right to the top...

No-one seems really in the mood
to share their lunch with the flies.

(SHE LAUGHS)

(FLIES BUZZ)

I blame you entirely. You know that
I had no choice! You commanded me!

I cannot resist you,
from the very first day I met you!

Your gallantry, sir, is unanswerable!
But, um...

(WHISPERS)... no-one else is speaking.

We shouldn't be talking such nonsense
in front of seven silent people.

I am silent
for I never want to give offence.

I'm not ashamed to repeat myself.

From the very first moment
I saw Miss Woodhouse in February,

let everyone on Box Hill hear me,
I found her irresistible!

Let me be heard
from Mickleham to Dorking!

(WHISPERS) Our companions
are excessively stupid.

Shhh!

Your dear wife was sensible
to remain at home.

Although I think some of us might
benefit if our governesses were here.

What shall we do to provoke them?

Any nonsense will do.

They shall be made to talk.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I am ordered by Miss Woodhouse,

who, wherever she is,
presides over all ceremonies

that she desires to know
what you are all thinking of.

Well, I was thinking...
Well, I am thinking of how hot it is,

how we will keep
the flies off our pastries,

how Mother will be doing at home,

how pretty Jane looks,

what extraordinary shapes the clouds
make one minute and another the next.

I always keep what I am thinking
to myself. I am the soul of discretion...

while some demand
that others be indiscreet.

Is Miss Woodhouse sure
she would like to know

what we are all thinking of?

Oh, no, please!

Tell me anything but the truth
of what you all are thinking!

Ah, well, now!

I am ordered by Miss Woodhouse
that she waives her right of knowing

what you might all be thinking of

and only requires something
very entertaining from each of you.

Now, she requires either one thing
very clever, be it prose or verse,

two things moderately clever,
or three things very dull indeed.

Oh, and she promises she will
laugh heartily at all of them.

Well, then I shall do very well
at your game, Miss Woodhouse.

Three things very dull indeed.
That will be tailor-made for me.

I can be relied upon to say three
dull things as soon as I open my mouth.

Oh, but there is a difficulty.

You will be limited as to number -
only three at once!

Yes, yes. I see what she means.

I will...
I will try and hold my tongue.

I must be very disagreeable today.

MR WESTON: I like this game.

I will give you a conundrum.

Oh, yes, a conundrum! Let's hear it!

It isn't very clever. Here it is.

What two letters of the alphabet
express perfection?

Two letters?

- Oh, well, I'm sure I don't know.
- Well, I will tell you.

M and A. Em-ah.

Now you understand?

Now we see
the kind of clever thing required,

but he has spoilt it
for all the rest of us.

Perfection has clearly come too soon.

Miss Woodhouse must excuse me,

excuse Mr E and Knightley...

Jane.

We have nothing clever to say,
not one of us.

Oh, yes, you must excuse me.

I have nothing to say that could
possibly entertain Miss Woodhouse.

Shall we walk, Augusta?

Come, Jane.

Happy couple!
How well they suit each other!

They were lucky to find each other.

To think they only had a few weeks'
acquaintance in a public place! Hm?

How can you learn a person's disposition
if you meet them by chance in Bath?

It is only by seeing women in their
own homes, amongst their own set,

just as they always are, that you
can really form a properjudgement.

Very prudent words.

How many a man has committed himself
on short acquaintance and regretted it

for the rest of his life?

Maybe...

Hm, sorry, you were saying?

Maybe some do...
attach themselves hastily.

There is time to recover, surely?

A lifetime, if one has the will.

I mean, it is only weak characters

who are determined
they will be unhappy for ever.

I think I, er... I should have gone
with the Eltons to, um, explore.

When I come to marry, someone else
will have to choose my wife for me.

Will, um,
will you choose a wife for me?

I know I'll like anyone you choose.

I'm in no hurry. Find one for me.
Adopt her. Educate her.

- And make her like myself?
- By all means, if you can.

(HE LAUGHS)

Very well. I undertake
your commission.

You shall have a very charming wife.

She must be very lively

and have eyes that are just
the same shade as yours.

I'll go abroad for a couple of years

and when I return, I shall come
to claim my wife, remember.

Come, Aunt, let me help you.

Thank you, my dear.

Yes, er, what a good idea.

What a capital idea!

Let's go and explore, Miss Smith.

I don't know
how they can walk in this heat.

I'm going to leave this country...
just as soon as I can book a ticket.

I would like to see the view again.

- I intend to enjoy the rest of the day.
- No, no, no! Stay with me.

- Emma!
- Have you seen Harriet?

I think it's time to leave.
Mr Weston will be calling us back.

Emma! I must...
I must speak with you.

I... I cannot see you behaving so
without speaking my mind.

Badly done, Emma!

How could you be so unfeeling
towards Miss Bates?

I did not think it possible!
A woman of her age and situation...

I couldn't help it. How could I?

Nobody could have resisted.

It was not so very bad.
I dare say she didn't understand.

Oh, I assure you, she did!
She has talked of nothing else since.

I wish you could have heard her.

How patient you must have been
with her all these years

when you find her company so tiresome!

I'm sorry. She is very good-hearted,
everybody knows, but she is also,

you must admit, a little bit ridiculous!

Yes! And were she prosperous,
were she a woman of fortune,

I would allow you some liberties.

Were she your equal. But she's not!

She is poor, Emma.

She once lived comfortably,

but now the longer she lives,
the poorer her situation will be.

She should attract your compassion,
not your contempt!

This was badly done, Emma!

(SOBS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

FATHER: Is that you, Emma?

How was the great adventure?

Was the view spectacular...

like the book shows?

Yes. Yes, Father. Quite spectacular.

I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.

I suppose you will be wanting
to plan another trip soon?

Will you be planning
another trip soon?

No...

No, I don't think so.

You can have too much
of a good thing.

JANE: You must tell her to go, quickly.

I cannot bear to see her.

MISS BATES: I will tell her you are not
well and hopefully she will leave soon.

Miss Woodhouse... I am so very sorry
to keep you waiting.

I did not know... That is,
I did not expect anyone so early.

Jane has said, er,
she could not bear to see anyone.

She is... ill...

again.

Oh, please!

I brought a basket
of the picnic fare.

I do hope nothing has happened
to cause Miss Fairfax to relapse.

Oh, thank you for asking.
You are too kind.

She... Jane has been up all night
writing letters.

She has accepted the situation found
by Mrs Elton

and she has written to her friends,
the Campbells.

But I did not think Miss Fairfax
wished to accept the post so soon.

Nor did I! Only yesterday she assured me
she would stay here the summer,

but by the evening, she had decided.

She is to look after Mrs Smallridge's
three little girls, and her salary...

You would not believe the salary
she is getting, a young woman!

If they are anything like myself
as a little girl

then three of them will
be well worth the largest salary!

Oh, Miss Woodhouse, you are so kind!

But you are always... so kind.

I hope Miss Fairfax finds relief
and comfort in making her decision.

She cried all night as she wrote.

She said she was happy,
but I've never seen her...

cry with joy before.

Miss Bates...

you have friends in Highbury.

Er, myself,
my father, Mr Knightley...

we are all at your disposal.

We are all anxious

that you do not worry about
Miss Fairfax's future.

Is that you, Emma?

Ah, Emma, dear. Mr Knightley
is going to London, by horse.

Most unexpected.
I don't know what will come of it.

I am on my way to London.

Do you have anything
you wish me to take?

Er, no. No, nothing.

So, how was my old friend, hm?

Emma was up and about very early
to visit Miss Bates.

She was pleased with the pies.

There was so much food
taken to that picnic!

It would surely spoil!
Dreadful extravagance of meats!

I reminded Miss Bates
that she is to be our guest next Friday

for, er, supper and backgammon.

- Won't you come, too?
- I'm afraid I will still be away.

It is to be a substantial trip.

This is a sudden idea, isn't it?

It is a sudden decision,

but I have been thinking
about going away for a while.

I am glad Miss Bates liked the food.

Goodbye.

I don't know why everyone
is infected by this wanderlust...

...even sensible Mr Knightley.

You know,
I believe my father would worry.

I believe George is not well -
he is listless and snappish.

What?

You are behaving strangely -
not yourself.

You did not want to go to dinner
with the Cavendishes,

you did not wish to take the boys
to find frogs in the park.

Some might say hesitation
was a perfectly normal response

to both of those invitations.

She says Mr Knightley is not in
good humour. That's very unlike him.

I told you he should not travel.

I think we should re-upholster
the chair where Mr Knightley sits.

Oh, really? As you wish.

What's wrong with it?

I am so used to him sitting there...

I haven't really looked
at that chair in years.

I think it's time
it had some new covers.

"Emma is to refurbish
Mr Knightley's chair.

"She has also made several attempts
to visit Miss Fairfax,

"but she is
always too ill to receive her.

"So, today,
Emma sent our best arrowroot

"so Miss Fairfax may benefit
from its properties."

I sent the arrowroot with
the very best of intentions

but Miss Bates wrote and said
that Jane disliked it

and was too weak to even venture outside.

I am afraid that however hard I try,

I will never become Jane's friend.

I am truly sorry.

Oh!

Mrs Churchill is dead!

- Why should we care?
- John!

Frank will be free!

Though, of course, we are all very sad
that Mrs Churchill has died.

Mrs Churchill has not been anyone's
favourite person for several years.

Suddenly she is dead
and we all have to be sorry!

I am so very happy at this...
dreadful news.

It is, of course, very sad,
but it is also extremely interesting.

You know the Westons
have always intended Emma...

People marry who they choose.

You should not encourage
idle matchmaking.

We may look to the future.

Frank may do as he chooses.

What is it? Are you well?
Is everything all right?

Oh, yes. Do not be alarmed, Emma.

I don't know how to tell you.

Isabella? Oh, the children?

Knightley? Oh, tell me quick, please!

Oh, no! Oh, dear Emma...

It's Frank.

Frank is engaged to Jane Fairfax.

Jane... Fairfax?!

You are not serious!

There has been a solemn engagement
between them since October,

since they were at Weymouth.

Well, I...

I think I might need a good...

half day to think about this.

Engaged?!

To her?! All winter, before either of them
came back to Highbury?

I thought I knew him.

This has hurt me deeply, Emma,

and his father.

We cannot excuse
a certain part of his conduct.

But why did he come amongst us -
already engaged -

and then
pretend to be so very unengaged?

It all had to be so very secret,
you see.

Mrs Churchill would have
forbidden the liaison if she...

Apparently, there were times
when the secret nearly came out.

(COUGHS)

Oh...

It was a mistake.

And he was on the verge
of telling you himself

on one particular occasion.

In short, perhaps, Miss Woodhouse,
as you know everything,

you could hardly be without suspicion.

Oh, Emma...

Do not distress yourself.

Do not trouble yourself on my part.

I did... once...

imagine myself
to be in love with him.

But I can honestly say
that for many months past,

I have not thought of him
in that way.

But...

...I was not in love with him.

But how was he supposed to know that?

How could Jane bear it -
waiting for him

and looking on while
he gave attentions to another woman?

No wonder
she cannot stand the sight of me!

So unlike what a man should be!

No truth, no principle, no integrity.

Badly done indeed! And moreover,
what about Mrs Smallridge?

He allowed Jane to contract herself out
as a governess

- without speaking up! Shame on him!
- Ah, now...

I must excuse him that, at least.

He did not know.

Jane agreed to take the position
because she could not wait any longer.

I am fatigued,
but it is not the usual kind.

And because they argued
at Donwell.

I saw...

I saw Jane Fairfax walking home
on the way here.

Madness in this weather! Insane!

But as soon as he found out,

and with his aunt no longer opposed,

he threw himself on Jane's kindness

and put an end
to the months of misery.

"Months of misery"!

Is that what we were?!

And here was I thinking

we welcomed him back to Highbury
with openness and friendship!

I...

I suppose we must...

wish them both very happy.

Where shall we go, hm?
What shall we do?

For the first time in our lives,
we can do anything we want.

Let us try to be sensible,
give it some thought.

Mm.

How about a dance?

(HE LAUGHS)

Oh, Miss Woodhouse.
Have you heard the news?

Frank Churchill and Miss Fairfax!

(SHE LAUGHS)

Who would have thought it? Well,
you would have, Miss Woodhouse,

but they have fooled you along
with the rest of us -

you with your superior powers
for sniffing out a match!

Actually, I'm beginning
to doubt I ever had such a talent.

You cannot think

I would have encouraged you
to have feelings for Mr Churchill

if I had the slightest suspicion that he
had the smallest regard for Jane Fairfax.

Me?! Why should you worry about me?

You cannot think
that I think about Frank Churchill!

Well, I'm delighted
you seem so indifferent,

but you must admit there was a time
not so very long ago

when you had me believe
you were a little interested.

Me?!

No, never.

Miss Woodhouse, you are mistaken.

But then who?

I don't see how in the world
you could have misunderstood me!

- I know we agreed never to name him...
- We did!

...but considering he is infinitely
superior to everyone else,

who else do you think I mean?

Frank Churchill indeed!

I hope I have better taste
than to think of Frank Churchill!

I did think it was too great
a presumption, almost...

to dare even think of him,
but then you said,

here in this room, this very spot,
I think, well, you said...

More wonderful things have happened.

There have been many
happy and unequal marriages.

So I thought, if you gave me hope,

you who have known him
all your life...

Harriet...

Oh, no, you cannot...

Harriet, am I right in thinking

that you are talking of Mr Knightley?

To be sure.

W-We talked it over
here in this room.

I... I-I could swear
that you named Frank Churchill.

His great service to you -

he chased the gypsies away.

He practically carried you here!

I perfectly remember the occasion.

I said it was no surprise
that you should hold feelings for him,

how normal it was,
and I particularly remember

you going into great detail

about your sensations
when he came to your rescue!

Oh!

I know what you're talking about!

I was thinking of
something quite different -

not the gypsies or Frank Churchill.

I was thinking of Mr Knightley
coming and asking me to dance,

for that was what made me begin to feel

how superior he is
to every other being on Earth.

Miss Woodhouse?

But...

I know that this is a surprise,

but even so...

And even though you must think
he is five million times above me,

but I really do hope that -
in your own words -

more wonderful things have happened.

If he doesn't mind,

then I am sure you are too generous
a friend to set yourself against us?

Us?!

Harriet...

...have you
any idea of Mr Knightley...

returning your affections?

Um, yes. I must say that I have.

Miss Smith has some first-rate qualities.

I was surprised by our conversation.

Ever since the ball,
he has often taken me aside.

At strawberry picking, he took such care
to explain crop rotation to me.

Are you sure he wasn't talking
of Robert Martin,

trying to remind you
of his good qualities?

No! Certainly not!

I hope I know better

than to be suspected
of caring for Robert Martin!

I should never
have presumed it but for you...

Let us think of superior men.

There are plenty of more suitable suitors
around.

Mr Knightley is
the last man in the world...

who would intentionally give
any woman

the idea of his feeling
more for her than he really does.

Thank you so much, Miss Woodhouse!

I am so very happy!

You must go.

Yes, I am in too much of a state
to see your father.

How he would worry!

Please, I think you should
stop talking and go.

I need to think about this.

I wish to God I had never met her.

How stupid I am!

How blind I've been!

Harriet and Mr Knightley?

I have been so busy
managing everyone else's heart,

I do not know my own.

For, if Mr Knightley
is to marry anyone,

that someone should surely...

... be me.

Too late.

Too late.

And it is all my own fault.

Oh, my goodness! It is not possible.

Frank Churchill and Jane Fairfax
are engaged to be married

and have been attached
for several months!

Jane was so very mortified,

so keen for forgiveness,
we forgave her on the spot.

They are so very well matched.

Are you well, Emma?

Oh, yes.

I am always well.

(DOOR OPENS)

There you are!

Oh, you are angry with me?

With you? No. Why would I be?

I thought you had a look about you
to scold me, as you used to.

Oh.

Thank you.

Time, Emma, will heal the wound.

Abominable scoundrel!

They will soon be gone to Yorkshire.
I feel sorry for her!

You are talking
of Mr Churchill and Miss Fairfax?

Mmm.

I, er...
I must put the record straight.

You are mistaken if you feel
I am in need of your compassion.

No. No, honestly.

I was blind to their... attachment,

and I blush when I think of some
of the things that I said and did...

...but please believe me when I say

that I have no other reason to regret
I did not know their secret earlier.

I have to confess,

I was not quite sure
how far you were entangled.

However small your regard,
he did not deserve it.

He is a disgrace to the name of man.

I am ashamed of my conduct.

My vanity was flattered.

When he first came back, I...

...I thought I was attracted to him,

but I have been examining
the workings of my heart

and I can, truly, say this.

He has taken advantage of me...

...but he has not injured me.

Frank Churchill is a fortunate man.

He finds an ideal mate,
his aunt is in the way,

his aunt dies.
He has used everybody badly,

yet they are all desperate
to forgive him.

You speak as though you envied him.

I do envy him, Emma.

His secret is out at least.

You will not ask me my secret?

Yes, you are wise,

but I cannot be,

- so... I must tell you.
- No, please, don't tell me!

Take a little time to think
of what you are going to say.

For once said, it cannot be unsaid!

I will obey you.

Wait. Wait!

Please, stop!

I am sorry.

We are old friends.

I will hear anything you want...
about anyone.

And I will tell you
exactly what I think,

as your friend.

I don't...

Friends indeed!

I do want you to be honest.

So, tell me.

Have I no chance of succeeding?

My dearest Emma...

...for that is what you always
have been,

and you always will be...

My most beloved Emma.

I cannot make speeches.

If I loved you less, I might
be able to talk about it more.

But you know what I am.

I have lectured you
and scolded you...

and you have borne it
as no other woman would have.

Can this be true?

You'll get nothing but the truth from me.

So tell me what you think.

I find...

I do not know what to think.

Maybe I have Frank Churchill to thank

for making me first aware
of being in love with you.

I have a feeling that it started
the exact moment he returned home.

I saw my life here
in a different light.

Exposed to others

and, er, defenceless
if they chose to plunder it.

I knew after Box Hill.

I went to London,

so I could learn to be indifferent.

But I chose the wrong place
to try to forget you.

I was talking to Harriet.

Harriet?

I do not mind what we talk of.
We can talk of Harriet if you must.

(GIGGLES)

After talking to Harriet on a...

...on a secret matter of her heart...

...I examined my own heart

and there you were.

Never, I fear...

...to be removed.

You know I love you and I always will,
but we can never marry.

That's all!

Emma! Emma!

Emma. Emma.

You must know!
I could never leave him!

Of course. Your father. I too have
been giving it some thought.

He has spent the whole of my life
terrified that this would happen,

that I would be taken from Hartfield.
He could not bear it!

And I will not do it!

As I said, as I said, I have been
putting my mind to a solution.

- There is no solution!
- Well, I have been thinking.

Now, my heart is here.

And what does it matter
where I live, if my heart

is in the right place?

I will move to Hartfield,
for as long as necessary.

You would do that... for me?

I might walk back and forth a couple
of times a day for my constitution.

But...

I would do far more,
without a second thought.

So... let us go and tell him.

- What, now?!
- Mmm, yes. Now.

Oh. Oh!

(LAUGHS AND SOBS)

John!

I have some news for you.

I don't think you will like it.

I, Harriet Smith,

take thee, Robert Martin,
to be my wedded husband.

To have and to hold
from this day forward,

for better, for worse,

for richer, for poorer.

- I congratulate you on your choice.
- Harriet!

Tell me, Miss Woodhouse,

you never did imagine this
to be our story, did you?

No, I did not.

I have been soundly chastised
by all I hold dear.

Well, you are not entirely innocent.

No.

I am sorry.

Look at her, isn't she divine?
An angel sent to me on Earth.

Then treat her well.

Well, I cannot promise
to be forever serious.

But I will promise you that.

(CHURCH BELLS RING)

Mr Knightley.

Wheel me over there.
I want to see Mrs Weston's new baby.

Isn't it marvellous?
Mother has found her voice!

I hope, at last,

we can be friends.

I have written and rewritten to you
a thousand times to ask your forgiveness.

It is of no matter.

She is so beautiful. I mean,
I do find that daughters are...

When's the wedding?

My father hopes never.

I will still be engaged at 70!

I was terribly worried...

Is it time?

Yes.

- Are they waiting?
- Yes.

It's an eternity.

Two weeks and then I'll be back.

You still don't know
where you're going?

It's a surprise.

(CLOCK CHIMES)

Ah, you must be off.

- Don't want to be driving...
- After sundown.

I'm sorry.

Marvellous! So they're off
on a mystery honeymoon

while I get to protect the chickens.

It is a miracle

that Father was persuaded
to let them go at all, ever.

But there is a wolf about and
we need a man to protect the chickens.

Oh!

The seaside!