place.
She turns them away,
of course.
They say now her heart's
as cold as the Arctic.
Nonsense. She just has
a perfect ear for insincerity.
She might listen to you, Cully.
How about it?
- Not me, Henry.
- Why ever not?
As far as I can tell,
the partner with the money...
holds the whip hand
in this town.
I don't want to be
that kind of a husband.
Besides, I don't even
own dancing pumps.
Shall we?
You have a visitor, sir.
What an unexpected pleasure.
Come in. Sit down.
What brings you
out this way today?
I brought
something for you, sir.
Something to help you
with your problem.
Indeed?
Grandfather had
the same problem as you...
so I wrote to him.
These are from his own supply.
You don't say.
They're an ancient remedy, sir.
Not much used these days,
but Grandfather swears by them.
You're very generous.
Thank you, Theophilus.
I also brought you these, sir.
What on God's earth are these?
Tea, Grandfather?
You've met my granddaughter,
haven't you?
No, sir.
In that case,
Persis Bosworth Tennyson...
may I present
T. Theophilus North?
Mr. North.
I'm deeply honored,
Mrs. Tennyson.
Now, Theophilus,
what did you say these are?
Well, sir...
they're rubber pants, sir.
I thought those were for babies.
They were invented
for babies, sir...
but they also make them
bigger for hospitals and...
Insane asylums
you were going to say.
Well, sir, I wouldn't...
I'll leave you two
alone now, Grandfather.
There are some diapers,
sir, to use as liners.
Good God.
Just a safeguard, sir.
I'm sure the pills will work.
You'll be able to throw
those away very soon.
The thing is, all together,
they'll do the trick.
Let you go where you want to go,
do what you want to do.
Thank you, Theophilus.
I'm very grateful.
- Hi, Arnold.
- Hey, Mr. North.
Having a good time, Mr. North?
- Happy Independence Day.
- See you.
Thanks, Zachary,
you little twerp.
- Nice pony.
- Thank you.
Sally.
Sally Boffin.
Well, hello.
Please allow me to treat.
One for me as well.
- What flavor, sir?
- Chocolate.
Thank you.
Here's to the saint
of Nine Gables.
I don't know what that means,
but it sounds complimentary.
It is. It's a rare person
that can get...
under the skin
of Mrs. Baily-Lewis.
- Truly?
- She's been in a tizzy for days.
- Over me?
- Over Mr. Bosworth.
Seems you're putting ideas
into his head.
Only those of Bishop Berkeley.
I suppose it doesn't matter
what the cause.
He's been going out for drives
every day with Persis.
I mean, Mrs. Tennyson.
Gives old lady
Baily-Lewis the fits.
Says the old gent's going to
kill himself with the exertion.
I should think she'd be glad
Mr. Bosworth's feeling better.
Go on with you.
Next thing she knows...
he'll be wanting to spend
his money his way.
I see.
The old gent's pitched
that old sawbones.
- Dr. McPherson?
- Banished.
This truly is Independence Day.
It is. It is.
Will you be staying
for the fireworks, Sally?
I was thinking of it.
Shall we see them together?
Would that be good?
I'd like it very much.
Then it would be
my great honor, Mr. North.
Theophilus, please.
It's a wonderful holiday,
your Fourth of July.
They don't have it in Ireland.
Look there.
It's grand, isn't it?
Sally, you can see much
better if you lie down.
There's nothing like it,
is there?
No. There's nothing like it.
Oh, look. Look.
Sweet Sally.
Mr. North.
Theophilus.
Theophilus, please.
No more. Stop.
But, Sally, you're so sweet.
Oh, Patrick.
Patrick?
Who's Patrick?
Oh, Theophilus,
I'm ever so sorry.
Who's Patrick?
Michael Patrick Ennis III.
Of the Ennises of Boston?
Yes.
And the man I love.
I'm sorry, Theophilus.
His mother brought me to
this country to work for her.
I was a good girl till then.
I swear it.
Is he a cad, this Patrick?
Oh, no. No.
He's a true gentleman.
He wants to marry me.
It's his mother
that won't have it.
She threatened
to cut poor Paddy off...
from everything
his father