I must say, the pleasures of life rarely transcend such a moment as this. Don't you agree, Pugsie?
God damn you!
-Tom, are you well? -Is there war? Where's Sir Thomas? -Edmund, come quickly!
Tom, what of Antigua? Where's Father?
Antigua... All the lovely people there paying for this party.
Tom, we thought you were in Antigua.
Tom returned from Antigua somewhat sooner than expected.
He spent a while in London. I found him in the Covent Garden Theatre.
They're restaging this delicious slice of naughtiness called "Good Lovers' Vows".
I've heard of that.
Tom was a charming parasite until...
Well...he ran out of cash.
Since I find myself quite capable to sympathise with the tragedy of unwarranted poverty,
I chose to deliver him to his family, whom I now find to be so very loving and beautiful.
-And solvent. -Solvent?
Mr Bertram?
The baron meets the bastard son, takes back his love and they all live happily, I presume, for some time ever after.
- Bravo, Tom! - Well told, Tom!
More dim-witted fiction to clutter the world.
Come now, Mr Bertram.
Drama is to life what ships are to the sea.
A means to traverse it. To plumb its depths, breadth and its beauty.
I couldn't agree more, Mr Crawford.
Good drama, in which the greatest powers of the mind are displayed,
in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the liveliest wit. Human are conveyed to the world through the best chosen language.
This is essential.
This is trash!
So serious!
That is the worst charge, isn't it?
What do you think, Miss Price?
I'm sorry to disappoint, but I do not have a ready opinion.
I suspect you are almost entirely composed of ready opinions not shared.
- Yes, Aunt Norris? - What are you doing here?
- I beg your pardon. - You are aware surely that the sewing wasn't cleared away from yesterday's afternoon
You're quite right, it wasn't. I'll...
I'll see to it immediately.
Aunt Norris, surely the sewing can wait?
Pray, is she out or is she not... into society?
- I can't see that it matters terribly.
Forget this nonsense. Let's stage the play.
Here. Now. Together.
Yatesy, you're a genius.
Why, this is the very room for a theatre.
And Father's study will provide for an excellent stage!
It has been mentioned that I have quite a gift for the stage...actually.
Tom, you're not serious?
Not serious? Me?
"Lover's Vows"? I'm convinced that our father would disapprove.
I think I know our father as well as you do.
Manage your concerns Edmund, and let me take care of the rest of the family.
Don't act yourself if you do not like it, but
please, don't try to govern everybody else.
All settled, then?
- Good! - What?
What's the matter? I was not asleep.
No, of course not, ma'am. No one suspected you.
Where's Fanny?
Mrs Norris, get me Fanny Price.
I wish to play Amelia.
But what I am keen to konw is which gentleman among you am I to have the pleasure of making love to?