and Miss Wetmore.
Mr. T. Theophilus North.
- You say you're North?
- Yes, sir.
Of course you are.
It's good to see you.
I'm Buster Venable,
Amanda's nephew.
Theophilus North!
I'm Amanda Venable...
and I've heard so much
about you.
I'm honored to be here, ma'am.
I'd like to present you
to our guests of honor...
Mr. and Mrs. Michael
Patrick Ennis of Boston.
I knew you'd come.
Paddy, this is Theophilus.
North, Sally's told me
all about you.
You're the best friend
a man could have.
- Congratulations.
- Thank you.
Come with me.
I love you.
We're so happy.
Sally, look at you.
When did all this happen?
I went to Boston
right after you and I...
- Decided you should.
- Right.
I didn't give notice.
I just took off.
And you were so right
about everything.
Patrick does love me.
And he missed me just as much
as I missed him.
So we went straight
to his mother...
she finally gave us
her blessing...
and the cardinal himself
married us in the family chapel.
His mother's not so fierce,
once you get to know her.
She gave this to Patrick for me.
It was the ring
her grandfather...
gave her grandmother
for their wedding.
But didn't she cry
when he put it on my finger.
It was happiness, I'm sure.
Mothers can be awfully funny
about an only son.
We're so happy, Theophilus,
and it's all your doing.
I'm very happy for you.
Now I know why I was invited
to this shindig.
I thought you might
like the surprise.
Mrs. Sarah Baily-Lewis.
Back I go.
Sarah, may I present
our guests of honor...
Mr. and Mrs. Michael
Patrick Ennis of Boston?
Of Boston.
I know your mother so well.
Is she still
talking about Yeats?
She was always
the silver apples...
I'd like you to meet my bride.
Darling?
Hello, Sarah.
It's me, Sarah, too.
You remember.
Ould sod. Ould sod.
You're not the same as me,
and don't you ever forget it.
Try to rise above your station
in this house, missy...
and you'll find yourself
back in the ould sod...
emptying chamber pots.
I went out to the hazelwood
Because a fire was in my head
Parched and peeled the hazel one
And hooked a bell to a dress
Herbert, the salts. Quickly.
North? Theophilus.
Mr. Bosworth.
I have a proposition for you.
- Sir?
- My academy of philosophy.
Benedetto Croce has accepted.
We have hopes
of Bertrand Russell.
Congratulations, Mr. Bosworth.
Thank you, Theophilus.
I want you in on everything.
I'm putting the best part of
my fortune into the academy...
in a trust
that will fund it forever.
You'll be the trustee
to scout the earth...
for up-and-coming thinkers
wherever they may be.
Up-and-coming thinkers?
Philosophers, pundits,
sages, thinkers...
from all over the world.
You'll be free to travel
anywhere you like.
Europe, the Orient,
the Steppe of Russia...
Alexandria, the Holy Land,
Kyoto, Lhasa...
the Peruvian Andes,
Chichen ltza, Angkor Wat...
wherever knowledge is
or ever has been.
I accept, sir.
Good man, Theophilus.
I had hope of this.
May I have the honor
of this dance, Mrs. Tennyson?
I'd be delighted.
I'm so sorry.
Don't be... please.
I only hope
it will happen often.
Theophilus, you are
a most unusual young man.