so little regard for you and Sophie,
she would not have appointed
to meet you here.
Confess honestly:
Are you used, Mr Jones,
to make these sudden conquests?
I am used, madam, to submit.
If you take my heart by surprise,
the rest of my body has the right to follow.
I hope you won't follow me.
I protest I shall not know
what to say if you do.
Free chair, sir. Free chair.
You must be a pauper if you can't
go in a chair. Or a miser!
I thought you were Mrs Fitzpatrick.
Fitzpatrick... (chuckles)
Sir, I am unfamiliar
with customs in the country,
but in town it is considered impolite
to keep a lady waiting.
With our usual good breeding, we will not
follow this particular conversation further,
but attend results on the following day.
Our hero released from Lady Bellaston
a torrent of affection -
as well as a flood of gifts,
which he found suitably embarrassing
and quite irresistible.
- We must have you looking your best.
- Lady Bellaston...
Isn't that what Miss Western would want?
Come back precisely at four.
I shall have news for you then.
- Send the bill to me, sir.
- Yes, milady. Very good, milady.
Good day, milady.
How could Tom know that Sophie was
now staying here with Lady Bellaston?
And being besieged
by a certain Lord Fellamar,
a gentleman with an eye for any beauty -
especially when a fortune was attached.
I do beg you to excuse the play.
But when may I see you again?
Forgive me, my lord.
I'm afraid my plans for remaining
in London are still a little uncertain.
Good day, my lord.
Aaah... Aaah...
Oh, my la... Sophie!
Tom!
(nose blocked) I see, Sophie,
you're somewhat surprised.
- What are you doing here?
- I came to look for you.
I found your pocket book at Upton
and came to ask if I might return it.
- How dare you mention that place to me?!
- Oh, Sophie, let me ask your pardon.
My pardon?! After what I heard at the inn?
You cannot despise me
more than I do myself.
I thought, Miss Western,
you were at the play.
The play caused so violent an uproar,
I got frightened and came home.
Where I found this gentleman.
He has apparently found the pocket book
I told your ladyship I had lost
and wishes to return it.
And when I do so, all I ask is that I might
have the honour of presenting it in person.
I presume, sir, you are a gentleman,
and my doors are never shut
to people of fashion.
Thank you, madam. Ladies.
Your cane, sir.
Oh.
A handsome fellow. I don't remember
ever to have seen his face before.
Nor I neither, madam.
I suspected it was Mr Jones himself.
- Did your ladyship indeed?
- Yes.
I can't imagine
what put the idea into my head,
for, to give this fellow his due,
he was very well dressed.
I think, dear Sophie, that is
not often the case with your friend.
I thought your ladyship
had said he was handsome.
- Whom, pray?
- Mr Jones.
I meant, of course,
the gentleman who was with us just now.
Oh, Sophie, Sophie...
This Mr Jones, I fear,
still runs in your head.
I assure you, madam,
Mr Jones means no more to me
than the gentleman who has just left us.
Forgive me teasing you.
I promise...
I'll never mention his name again.
(rings bell)
Take this to Lord Fellamar
and beg him to attend me tomorrow.
She is the only daughter
of a country booby squire.
At the playhouse she blazed like a star.
The first moment I saw her,
I loved her to distraction.
Her father's estate
is a good Pounds.3,000 a year.
Then, madam, I think it
the best match in all England.
Then, if you like her, my lord,
you shall have her.
Honor!
- A letter from my mistress.
- (door closes below)
- (Lady Bellaston) Upstairs?
- Honor!
- In here.
- I told my mistress she should...
Get behind that curtain
and don't speak! Shh!
(footsteps)
- My dear, charming Lady Bellaston.
- Dear? Charming?
You've been