know.
Where did you learn to ride?
- A lady never asks such a question.
- I'm serious.
France.
On an estate in France.
Not in America?
No, I've never been to America.
When were you in France?
It's been some time now.
Do you ever tell anyone the truth?
The truth?
No.
I worry about him so.
- He was fearfully nervous this morning.
- Really?
Father's always nervous
when he sends the gold to Crimea.
He's a different man on those days.
He bears a heavy responsibility.
He acts so strangely!
He's entirely opposed to the consumption
of any alcohol before nightfall.
- Very sensible.
- I suspect he breaks his own regulation.
For each morning of the shipments
he goes alone to the wine cellars.
With no servants to hold the lanterns.
He insists on going alone.
Perhaps he's just checking the contents.
No, he relies upon my stepmother
to stock and care for the cellar.
- Every man has his eccentricities.
- I suppose.
What are your eccentricities,
dear Edward?
Mine? I have none at all.
Well, one.
I am excessively preoccupied
with a certain lovely young lady.
Sir!
You're a bold rogue to be so forward.
I might even begin to suspect you
of some motive in your advances.
Never, my darling.
Oh, dear Edward.
I'm so happy.
And I am happy too.
He keeps the key
in the bloody wine cellar.
Good evening, madam.
May I be of service?
- Is this the household of Mr Jeffers?
- No, madam. Mr Jeffers' house...
Thank you, my good man.
It's only the wind.
Where do you think it could be?
Shut up!
Sorry.
John, would you check the cellar, please?
Yes, madam.
John?
- John? Where's John?
- I'm down here, sir.
- What are you doing down there?
- Madam felt she heard a noise...
Madam always feels she's heard a noise.
Come along now.
I need you to find my best pipe.
- It's misplaced again.
- Certainly, sir.
That was a close one.
Didn't do my heart any good, I'll say that.
Mind the light.
Here.
That's not the bloody key. See the rust?
Nobody's touched that betty in years.
It's odd, though. I've never seen
the likes of that before, small as it is.
Very delicate. It could be a lady's twirl
for some feminine trifle.
Watch the light!
It's not my fault you're having trouble.
It's your bloody idea, isn't it?
- Here.
- That's a key for a Chubb safe.
Let's see how fast you can wax.
Mind the light.
Bastard.
Beautiful, isn't it?
Brilliant.
What does this clause mean?
Never mind that.
What about that one over there?
In pink?
Wouldn't mind making a deposit
in that one, I dare say.
If she didn't provoke a hasty withdrawal.
Not on my account, I fancy.
Besides, she is Sir John Basington's minx
and accustomed to hasty withdrawals.
Quite without principle, don't you think?
But here now - I say!
Have you got my deposit account?
That's what I call a proper woman.
Which is to say, not proper at all.
She gives good value, long term or short.
You know her?
Where have you been keeping her,
Edward, you rogue?
She's a vision.
Not at all bad for a foreign woman.
I don't think she's your type.
She's precisely my type.
Will you make an introduction?
- Fowler.
- Trent.
Will you make an introduction?
Not here, of course.
What are you doing tonight?
Well, I had arranged to go to the theatre...
Come, come, my dear fellow.
Are we not friends?
More than that, Henry.
Much more.
- That's the plan, is it?
- Yes, that's the plan.
That's all you have to say?
It's the job, innit?
I suppose you expect me
to dab it up with that fat, repulsive...
I suppose you expect me
to go through with it.
It's up to you, innit?
Bloody hell.
Shall we go, darling?
Very nice.
- She's here, is she?
- Oh, yeah, she's here.
Evening, gentlemen.
How can I be of service to you?
My friend would like to see
Madame Lucienne.
She holds a very rigid standard.
- Well, that's all right, isn't it?
- Yes.
Come this way.
You go up the stairs, sir...
and through the first door on your right.
Madame Lucienne