Howards End (2017) s01e02 Episode Script

1 I have always thought the care of your sister and brother too great a burden to place upon a young woman of your tender years.
Oh, I'm not saying you've done badly by Helen and Tibby, dear.
- Just for yourself.
- Aunt Juley! What sort of people are these Wilcoxes, Margaret? - I don't understand.
- I don't know any more than you do.
We met them in Germany.
Then they invited us to visit them when we came home.
Then Tibby got hay fever and Helen went on alone.
Paul and I are in love.
Mother, are you aware that Paul has been playing the fool with that girl? They do not love any longer.
Do you think personal relations lead to sloppiness in the end? It's been a disgusting business.
- Did you hear the concert? - I did, yes.
That lady has quite inadvertently taken my umbrella.
Oh, goodness gracious me, I'm so sorry! That is where we live.
- Miss Schlegel! - It's the Wilcoxes again.
They've taken a flat across the street.
I should like to give you something worth your acquaintance.
But I don't want a Yuletide gift, Mrs Wilcox.
I suppose Mr Wilcox is quite independent himself.
He has such a strong character.
A very fine nature, really.
Come down with me now to Howards End.
I want you to see it.
Some other day? Forgive me, I came, I'm so sorry! - Why, Ruth! - It is a lovely surprise! Miss Schlegel, our little outing must be another day.
For as much as it hath pleased Almighty God in his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear sister here departed.
We therefore commit her body to the ground, earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust .
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in the sure and certain hope of a resurrection unto eternal life, through our Lord, Jesus Christ .
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who shall change the body that we be like unto his glorious body according to the mighty work, whereby he is able to subdue all things to himself.
Mr Wilcox, I'm so dreadfully sorry.
Miss Schlegel.
You are very good to come.
Very good.
The post's come, Father.
Thanks.
Put it down.
- Was breakfast all right? - Yes, thanks.
Charles says do you want The Times? No, I'll read it later.
Ring if you want anything, Father, will you? I've all I want.
Father's eaten nothing.
I don't understand.
That is only a covering letter from the matron of the nursing home.
- Yes, I see that.
- The other is from your mother, sealed inside Yes, yes, I'm sorry, Father.
I don't understand.
Who is Miss Schlegel? - Miss Schlegel? - Yes.
She came down to the funeral service.
She visited your mother at the nursing home.
- I know who she is.
- She was a sort of friend of mother's.
- Oh.
- Yes.
- But what does it say? "To my dear husband, I should like Miss Margaret Schlegel to have Howards End.
" What? No date, no signature.
It has been forwarded from the matron of the nursing home.
- Now, the question is - But it can't be legal.
Houses ought to be done by lawyers, Charles, surely.
Give it to her, Charles.
Why, it's only in pencil! I said so.
Pencil never counts.
We know it is not legally binding, Dolly.
Please, don't interfere.
- The question is - But she can't have meant to give Howards End to Miss Schlegel.
I agree, it is very unlike her.
You don't think Miss Schlegel Whether she unduly Oh, no.
I don't think that.
- Don't think what, Father? - That she would That it is a case of undue influence.
No, no, to my mind the question is It's your mother's condition at the time that she wrote.
The house meant so much to her.
It isn't like her to leave it to an outsider, who'd never appreciate it.
- The whole thing is very unlike her.
- What about Miss Schlegel? Presumably she knows.
Mother will have told her.
She got twice or three times into the nursing home.
Presumably she is expecting developments.
What a horrid woman.
Why, she could be coming down to turn us out now! - I wish she would.
I could then deal with her.
- So could I.
But she won't come.
You're all a bit hard on Miss Schlegel.
Your mother admired her, and Miss Schlegel was very kind to her.
She was kind to visit your mother, when she was ill.
- That Paul business was pretty scandalous, though.
- I want no more of the Paul business, Charles.
- Upon my soul, she is honest.
- But those chrysanthemums.
- Or coming down to the funeral at all.
- Why should she not come down? Certainly she should not have sent such flowers, but they may have seemed the right thing to her.
And for all you know, they may be the custom in Germany.
Oh, I forget she's a German.
That would explain a lot, I suppose.
But she isn't a German.
She is only half-German.
But what about this letter? Surely she had no claim on Howards End? Even if mother The letter is in pencil, and your mother cannot have been herself when it was written.
There we are.
Charles, I'll take the newspaper, now, please, if you have finished reading it.
- I jolly well wish she would come down here.
- Charles! Will you give me that newspaper? - Here, Father.
- Thank you, Evie.
Oh, you're back! You're back! We'll serve it in a moment.
Nancy? Anyway, then, after that we went to Helen, I told you about poor Mrs Wilcox, that sad business? Yes.
I was sorry to hear it.
I had a correspondence from her son, Charles.
He was winding up the estate and he wrote to ask whether his mother had wanted me to have anything.
- Did he? - I thought it very good of him, considering I knew her for so little.
I said that she once spoke of giving me a Christmas present, but that we forgot about it afterwards.
I hope Charles took the hint.
Yes.
That is to say, her husband wrote on.
He thanked me for being a little kind to her.
He hoped that this wasn't the end of our acquaintance, but that you and I will go and stop with Evie some time in the future.
I like Mr Wilcox.
He is taking up his work.
Rubber.
It is a big business.
Yes, it is the business of killing black Africans in the Congo.
- Oh, Tibby.
- Shut up, Tibby.
Ask your pious, lecturing friends if it isn't.
Women don't understand economics.
I am sure Mr Wilcox is not a murderer.
How do you think they get the rubber out of the trees, hmm? They get great gangs of natives out of the villages, put them into camps and set them about pulling the rubber out of the trees, boiling it in great vats and then they shoot them if they try to run away.
Didn't you tell me that he runs the Imperial Rubber Company of West Africa or some such company, Helen? That's not in the Congo.
I really don't remember.
Certainly he is murdering someone.
It is not funny, you know.
What I wanted to tell you, Helen, is that Mr Wilcox actually gave me his wife's silver vinaigrette.
Don't you think that is extraordinarily generous? - It makes me like him very much.
- It's lovely.
I suppose the silver doesn't come from an African silver mine.
I'm sure somebody died mining it.
Helen, I was just across the street and I saw Charles Wilcox.
You'll never guess what? They're moving out! What do you think about that? What's the matter, Len? You've not been yourself lately.
- You do love me, don't you? - Jacky, you know I do.
But Well? What is it? Well, just You will make it all right, won't you, Len? - Between us, I mean.
- I've said so, haven't I? - Don't be angry.
- Haven't I said so a dozen times? Yes, you have, Len.
It's just Cecile told the most dreadful story today about a girl she knows.
- What's that got to do with me? - Nothing, darling.
Don't be angry.
Only Only it's not right we keep pretending.
- You will make it all right, won't you, Len? - I can't have you ask me that again! - I'm sorry.
- My word is my word.
I will marry you as soon as ever I'm 21.
- It's not long now.
- I know, darling.
- I can't keep on being worried! When a man gives his word If my brother knew about us - I know, Len.
I'm sorry.
- Haven't I worries enough? Look at that.
- That's another cuff gone.
- I'll mend it for you.
That's six miles walking all this week to pay for a new pair! - I shall be for it tomorrow if anyone notices.
- I'm sorry.
I am.
I can't breathe in here.
It's too close.
- What the devil are you playing? - Isn't it lovely? No, it is not.
You are giving me a headache.
Both of you are giving me a headache.
Do stop quarrelling.
I've another one here called Who Threw The Overalls In Mrs Murphy's Chowder? - Meg! - Oh, do please stop quarrelling! - Sorry.
What's in that letter, Meg? Bad news? Oh, it's only a letter reminding us that the lease has expired and we have until May to clear out.
I know it doesn't rate as one of life's great tragedies, we knew it was coming, but it's still a bit of a shock.
Good God.
Where will we move? I expect we'll find some place, Meg.
Don't be too downhearted.
Yes, luckily we have some money, too.
- What is it, Annie? - This lady, ma'am.
She - Good afternoon.
Have I the honour of speaking to Miss Margaret Schlegel? No.
I'm Helen.
I don't know why I should be so upset.
It's been such a happy house.
Why does it have to be swept away? [Meg!.]
Helen? Whatever is the matter? It's all right, Annie.
- How do you do? I'm Miss Schlegel.
- Good afternoon, Miss Schlegel.
If I have the honour of addressing Miss Margaret Schlegel Yes, I'm Margaret.
I have come in search of my husband, Mr Bast, who I have some reason to believe may be visiting the premises, if I may be so bold.
- It's all right Annie.
Thank you.
- Annie, will you go? Yes, Miss.
I'm terribly sorry, Miss.
- Now, Mrs I'm so sorry.
- Bast, Miss.
Mrs Leonard Bast, as I think Miss Schlegel has good reason to understand, - without her being told twice by me.
- I'm afraid I don't, quite.
I say, what is all the hullabaloo? - Can't a chap play the piano in peace and quiet? - Go away, Tibby.
Won't you tell us what this is about, Mrs Bast? I think perhaps, Miss Schlegel, that the explanation rests on the other side, if you please.
But I don't understand.
That is your card, is it not? Yes, an old one, by the look of it.
Then will you please oblige me by explaining how my husband came to have it? And where he might be at this moment? And if he is here I should like a word with him, if you don't mind.
- Here? Your husband? - We don't know who your husband is.
Truly we don't.
We've never met a Mr Bast.
Yes, you have.
The chap with the umbrella at the Prince Regent's Hall.
- What? - Helen stole his brolly, Meg brought him home, and Aunt Juley was afraid he'd take the silver.
- Don't be an idiot.
- Take the silver? - No, you must forgive my brother.
- My Len take your silver? - You must remember? - No-one has taken anything, and no-one is accused of taking anything.
- But this gentleman just said - Please, won't you come in and have some tea? I only said our Aunt was afraid he'd take the silver.
We never thought so.
I wasn't so jolly sure, but My Len would never steal so much as a lump of coal.
- He didn't have time, he was only here ten minutes.
- Tibby be quiet! Won't you come in? No, no, no, thank you, Miss Schlegel.
I just I want my Len.
And I can see now I was wrong.
Please, what's become of him? - Tibby! Do go away at once! - Stop crying, Mrs Bast.
And tell us what it is you want? I just want my husband.
And I thought he might be here.
- But why would you imagine that? - Because he'd got your card, Meg.
But if he's missing, oughtn't we to call the police? No, no.
Thank you, Miss.
I'm so sorry.
- Please -- let me go.
- All right.
If you had rather not.
- May I have the card, please? - Surely.
But why? Len'll be furious if he knows I've come here.
Goodness.
He won't strike you? My Len? Put his hands on me? Oh, Miss, please! I do so beg your pardon! - How extraordinary! - Poor girl.
It's all right now, Annie.
No-one's to blame.
- Yes, Miss.
Thank you, Miss.
- Oh, Helen.
So often I feel we live chattering away at the edge of a great abyss.
I don't want to close my eyes to it, or comfortably pretend it isn't there, but I don't want to live in it.
Is that very wicked and selfish of me? It's better than your friends the Wilcoxes, who batter their way through the abyss, pulling heaps of money from it.
- Not the Wilcoxes.
- That's wrong and unfair.
At least they live in the world and not on it, or or above it.
- What? - Don't make fun, Tibby.
Oh, I'm tired of the whole subject.
I despise proofs.
I despise cant.
I loathe taking positions.
I can only react to feelings.
They are the only guide that matters.
Yes, I think so, too.
The personal is what's important.
Your precious Ws don't think so.
Even the Ws will come face to face with the personal some day.
Dearest Meg, there we differ.
I have seen, rather up close, I'm afraid, what they are like in a crisis.
A rather small and tawdry one, I grant you -- mine.
I'm afraid that, for them, the personal was a whirlwind which they refused to see, and which knocked them about the room while they tried to sort out the best policy using practical business methods, which don't include whirlwinds in the balance sheet.
But they were quite undone, because the main force in the room was invisible to them.
But you said the best thing about them was how they treated Mrs Wilcox, didn't you? - Yes.
- That shows something fine in them, doesn't it? - Yes.
- This passage is deuced difficult.
Can you imagine, really imagine, writing it when he was deaf, let alone playing it? Tibby, when do you go back to Oxford? I've just come back.
I might not go back at all.
- You have to, Tibby.
- Oh, you must go, Tibby! You can't live on your inheritance, you know.
Yours and Meg's supports the two of you.
Why shouldn't mine? Because you're a man, Tibby.
Yes, you are.
You must work.
It is a universal impulse.
I thought you were opposed to cant and principles and positions, and cared only for feelings and personal relations.
I don't know what I think any more at this moment, except that I wish the two of you would stop using the piano as a form of self-expression.
- It's very wearing.
- Dear Meg.
- It's only Beethoven.
I'm sorry.
That woman upset me.
She really did.
And the letter.
Where shall we live? I don't want to move.
I've lived here all my life, and now it's to be swept away and turned into another block of flats like Wickham Mansions.
I don't see why they should have the right to do that to every family on the street, even if they do own the freehold of Wickham.
It's not just.
I know we shall find somewhere to live, but.
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- That's how your Mr W would handle it.
- Leave Meg alone.
Oh, yes.
Well, that's right.
When it's my chance to score, I'm told to be quiet.
- When you're having a go at me - Please don't make me quarrel! I want to go to my room, my head is bursting.
I'm sorry.
- Is that Mr Bast? - It looks like him.
- Do you suppose it's he? - Yes, it must be.
- Annie, we'll be three for tea.
- Yes, miss.
Will you have it in the drawing room? - Yes, the drawing room, Annie, thank you.
Now, Helen, don't let's act like fluttering idiots.
- Oh, yes, I agree.
- He's bound to be very much ashamed of himself and I want to make him feel at home.
I think he'll be very grateful to find we didn't mind Mrs Bast and have nearly forgotten the entire incident.
- Helen, I'm being serious! - So am I serious.
I won't have him treated like a social experiment! Do open the door.
He hasn't rung the bell.
If we open the door before he rings - he will certainly feel like a social experiment.
- Please be quiet! - Yes? - Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon.
No doubt you can remember the last occasion on which we met.
- Well, not exactly.
- We remember some of it.
My brother said that we stole your umbrella from the Prince Regent's.
Yes.
They were playing Beethoven's Fifth that day.
We always go to the Fifth when they play it.
- I do remember stealing your umbrella.
- Quite inadvertently.
I suppose you can guess the reason for my visit today.
- Has it gone missing again? - Helen! No, no, it hasn't.
That's all right, Miss Schlegel.
I'm so sorry.
What an idiotic joke.
Would you like to come inside? Thank you.
I should like to explain.
We are just about to sit down to some tea.
- I do hope you will join us.
- I don't like to impose.
- Oh, do, please! - Yes, please don't refuse us! Thanks.
I should be very happy to.
- Won't you come this way? - Thank you.
After you.
Thank you.
I still don't understand.
I went walking.
That's all.
I walked all night, you see - Did you?! - Did you? Yes.
While I was gone, however, Mrs Bast needed me on important business, and thought I had come here, owing to the card Why should she think that? Well, a card, belonging to a lady whose name she didn't know Why did you never tell her about your adventure, the time I took your umbrella? - I didn't like to.
- Why not? I suppose it was a secret I wanted to keep for myself.
I don't blame her.
But she should not have come here.
If I had imagined It doesn't matter about that.
And all this time you were only walking? - Yes.
- But how marvellous! - Was it? - Of course it was! Where did you start from? Tell us more.
I Well, I took the Underground to Wimbledon and I had a bite to eat.
But not good country there, is it? It was gas lamps for hours.
I did get into the woods presently, and being out was the great thing.
Were you walking alone, may I ask? Yes.
I don't know where, nor for how long.
It got too dark to see my watch.
I rather fancy it was those North Downs.
Then I found a road to a station, and I got the first train I could back to London.
Was the dawn wonderful? No.
No, the dawn was only grey.
Nothing to mention.
Yes.
Just a grey evening turned upside down.
I know.
Yes.
Yes.
And I was too tired to lift my head to look at it.
Looking back, it wasn't what you'd call enjoyment.
It was more a case of sticking to it.
Oh, hang it! What's the good in living in a room forever? There one goes, one day after day, same old game, same up and down to town, until you forget there is any other game.
You ought to see once, in a way, what's going on outside.
- I should just think you ought.
- Yes.
Have you ever read Richard Jeffries? Yes.
Or George Borrow, Stonehenge? Yes, of course we have.
But Well I've I'm afraid I've imposed too far on your kindness.
Thank you for the tea.
I must be going.
- But why must you go? - You will come another time, I hope.
I say, Helen.
Well? Do you think we'll really follow up Mr Bast? - I don't know.
- Do you think we might try to? How do you do? I thought I recognised your voices.
Whatever are you both doing here? What an age it has been since I last saw you, Mr Wilcox.
We're just admiring the sunlight on the water.
- Now, tell me all your news.
- Oh, we've had a splendid afternoon.
We belong to a club that reads papers.
There's a discussion after.
Today it was on how one ought to leave one's money.
whether to a friend, or to the poor, and, if so, how.
Most interesting.
Sounds a most original entertainment.
I wish my Evie would go in for that sort of thing.
She's taken to breeding Aberdeen Terriers.
We pretend we're improving ourselves, you see.
Doubtless you find it wasteful.
Not at all, no.
Nothing like a debate to teach you to be quick.
- Doesn't matter much on what subject.
- Does it not? Oh, no, we won't argue.
I'll just put our special case to Mr Wilcox.
He knows about the poor and what's to be done with them.
- I don't know about that.
- Helen only means We've just come across a young fellow who's evidently very poor indeed, although he aspires to higher things, however awkwardly, and he got mixed up in our debate.
- Yes? What's his profession? - Clerk.
- Clerk.
- What in? - What in? - Oh.
Do you remember, Helen? The Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company.
- Porphyrion? - That's it.
- Oh, well, in that case Now, how should such a man be helped? Should he be given £300 a year direct, which was Margaret's plan? Should he and those like him be given free libraries? My suggestion was that he be given something every year towards a summer holiday.
- But then there's his wife - My dear Miss Schlegel, I will not rush in where your sex has been unable to tread Oh, why ever not? Helen, Mr Wilcox will think you rude.
- Will he? I'm sorry.
- Not at all.
However, I'm afraid that my only contribution would be to let your young friend clear out of the Porphyrion Fire Insurance Company with all possible speed.
Why? I oughtn't to have spoken, but I happen to know, being more or less behind the scenes, that it'll be in the Receiver's hands before Easter.
The Porphyrion's a bad, bad, concern.
Don't say I said so.
- It's outside the Tariff Ring.
- Well, certainly we won't say.
We don't know what it means.
The Tariff Ring is an association of insurance companies.
I thought an insurance company never smashed.
Don't the others always run in and save them? You're thinking of reinsurance.
It's exactly there that the Porphyrion is weak, I'm afraid.
- We must warn Mr Bast.
- Yes.
Thank you ever so much, Mr Wilcox.
And you are still in Wickham Place? No Yes.
We've got to move out by May.
Oh, I'm sorry.
We've just taken a place in Ducie Street, near to Sloane Street.
And a place down in Shropshire, Oniton Grange.
Have you heard of Oniton? Do come and visit us.
Right away from everywhere, it's up toward Wales.
Oh, we shall.
And Howards End? - Oh, it's let.
- Oh, what change! I can't imagine Howards End or Helton existing without you.
I should have kept such a remarkable place in the family.
Oh, it is.
It is, I haven't sold it, I don't mean to.
No, but none of you are there.
And we have a splendid tenant now, a Mr Bryce, an invalid.
Charles and his wife live very near the old place.
- I forget whether you've been up there.
- The house, never.
No.
Well Well, do remind Evie to come and see us.
2 Wickham Place.
- We shan't be there much longer, either.
- Everyone moving! Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
"Dear Mr Bast, would you do us "the kindness of stopping at Wickham Place tomorrow at tea-time? "We should be so glad to see you.
Your friend, Helen Schlegel.
" How do you like your work? My work? - Yes.
- Oh, well enough.
Your company is the Porphyrion, isn't it? Yes, that's so.
We were told the Porphyrion's no-go.
We wanted to tell you.
That's why we wrote.
I see.
A friend of ours did say he thinks it is insufficiently reinsured.
And he advised us to tell you to clear out by Easter.
He did not advise us.
He said it was bound to smash by Easter.
He did not advise us to say so.
You can tell your friend he's quite wrong.
Oh, good! Our friend, who is also a businessman, was so positive.
And he advised you to clear out of it.
He's made quite a lot of money.
I'm not one of those who mind their affairs being spoken of by others.
- Oh, I am glad! - Men are so tactful.
Women have no tact.
- Our friend is quite rich, you see, and seems to have a hand in all manners of concerns.
- Quite so.
But I don't see why he should know better than you do.
One can but see.
As Ibsen says, "Things happen" Mr Wilcox and Miss Wilcox.
- Hello! - Oh, the dears! We brought the little fellows round.
I bred them myself.
This is Ahab, and that's Jezebel.
Oh, really! Mr Bast, come play with the puppies.
- Mr Wilcox, Mr Bast.
- I must be going now.
- Must you really? - Come again.
No.
No, I shan't.
- But - I call that a very rude remark.
Are we intruding, Miss Schlegel? Or can we be of any use? It's all right, Mr Wilcox.
I Good day.
Helen, go after him.
Ought she to? Can I help you now? No, it's all right.
Thank you.
I'm very sorry.
He's a nice creature, really.
I cannot think what set him off.
Where are you going? What do you want to turn on me like that for? - You ask me why I turn on you? - Yes! What do you want to have me in there for? To help you, you silly boy.
And don't shout.
Why should you help me? Why should I not help you? Because Well I don't want your patronage.
I don't want your tea.
I was quite happy.
What do you want to unsettle me for? But why should you say so? What are you looking for? - My hat! - Annie! Will you please bring Mr Bast his hat? Yes, Miss.
When you asked me to tea, I Yes? Of course, if there's been a misunderstanding We did not have you here out of charity.
But because we hoped there would be a connection between last Sunday and other days.
- We thought - It's no good.
- But You don't want to discuss books with me, or music, - or any of the things that I like - Mr Bast And I can't discuss them in your easy way.
I don't know how.
But I suppose they mean ever as much to me as they do to you.
We don't discuss them in an easy way.
You do! You think I am a comic character.
- I do not.
- Here you are, sir.
That's not mine.
Annie, you have brought the gentleman Mr Wilcox's hat.
I'm sorry, Miss.
I won't be a moment.
- We don't think you're a comic character.
- But you do.
You think I'm superficial if I want to talk about books.
If I tell you about Carlyle.
Or or, erm - Ruskin? - Ruskin, yes.
Or Dostoevsky.
- Oh.
Yes.
- You don't care for Dostoevsky.
Well, I don't, no.
But Dostoevsky? I mean, does any body like him? - Tibby, please.
- All that eternal fainting and screaming.
You can't cut a single page without someone collapsing on the floor.
- Tibby, go away.
- Might I have my hat, do you suppose? Yes, yes, I can't think where's she's got to Would you be so good as to introduce me to this gentleman, Helen? I will not.
Go away, Tibby.
- We have met before.
- Have we? I can't remember.
You're one of Meg and Helen's social experiments? - Tibby! - I'm sure I don't know.
I say! Are you that poor devil of a clerk they have debates over, - at the Chelsea Women's Political Club? - He is not.
I'm sure I couldn't say.
I'm sure I should be honoured if I were.
Oh, that's all right, then.
Where do you chaps stand on the suffrage question? - We don't get much of the working man's view in our circle.
- Nancy! - I have no fixed opinion.
- Yes, Miss? - No fixed opinion? - Can you find Annie, please? - She has disappeared with the gentleman's hat.
- Yes, Miss.
If you lived with Meg and Helen you'd have a fixed opinion, and no mistake! A lot of footle, if you ask me.
I say the world's gone off its onion.
- Tibby, if you don't go this instant, I shall scream.
- All right, then.
Mr Bast, I Thank you for your advice about the Porphyrion.
I am not a businessman, like your friend.
- He is not our friend.
- I am only a clerk.
But even a clerk - No, it's useless.
- But we're not We only - Your hat, sir.
- Thank you.
- Annie! Whatever has been keeping you? I'm sorry, Miss.
I'd got them muddled and Oh, it's all right.
Miss Schlegel All I can do is go.
Thank you for trying to help me.
Goodbye.
But who was he? He was the young man we were to warn against the Porphyrion.
We warn him and look! Miss Schlegel, may I speak to you as a friend? - Yes, of course.
- In that case, well, oughtn't you to be more careful? - Careful? - You're too kind.
Yes, indeed.
You behave much too well to people, and then they impose on you.
When I came in and saw that young man I could tell straight away that you weren't treating him properly.
I know the type.
You have to keep them at a distance or they take advantage.
It's sad, but true.
Let me explain why we like this young man, and why we want to see him again.
Oh, you shall never make me believe that you really like him! We do.
We do.
I'm afraid that you and your sister We want to show him how he may get upsides with life.
Something to relieve life's daily grey.
Ah, well, that that is where you make your mistake, Miss Schlegel.
And it is a great mistake.
- Yes, indeed.
- Evie.
- Where? I mean, why? This young man has his own life.
What right have you to conclude it is an unsuccessful one? - Or, as you call it, "grey"? - Because - One minute.
- Well - One minute! You know nothing of him.
He probably has his own joys and interests.
A wife, children, snug little home.
I look at the faces of the clerks in my own office.
I don't know what's going on beneath, I don't presume to.
- So, by the way, with London.
- Yes? - What do you know about London? Yesterday you were pleased to admire the sunlight on the Thames at high tide.
Well, the tide is higher and the sunlight more pleasant because my fellow capitalists and I have shares in the lock at Teddington and now we've shortened the tidal trough under London Bridge.
Result -- higher tides for shipping, more sunlight on the water.
Yes, I see.
You do have a nice way of taking the poetry out of everything, Mr Wilcox.
Why should you say so? If your poetry means what you say it does, why should it not be proof against a piece of civil engineering which means millions of pounds a year in reduced shipping costs for every sort of business under the sun? Your mistake, Miss Schlegel, is only to see civilisation from the outside.
All I can say is that we like this young man and we see something fine in him.
Miss Schlegel, you're a pair of charitable creatures, but you really ought to be more careful in this uncharitable world.
What about your brother? What does he say? As the man of the house, oughtn't he to take an interest? Excuse me.
I must see what Helen is doing.
Well! What about this? Helen? Why, you're all alone! Yes, he's been gone some time.
But what happened? It's all right.
Such a muddle of a man.
I like him so much.
Well, come back to the Wilcoxes and tell me later.
Mr W is much concerned, and slightly titillated.
Oh, I have no patience with him.
I hate him.
You hate him? I thought him rather splendid.
Only because you dissect him.
Why should you say so? Don't you dissect Mr Bast? - I don't.
- You do.
We both do.
We're always dissecting people.
It does sound rather disgusting when you say it like that.
Come play with puppies.
And don't discuss Mr Bast with the Wilcoxes.
They don't understand him.
- Hello! Where have you been? - Looking at houses.
I do wish you'd find something.
I can't bear to look at any more.
I don't know what I'm looking for.
What are we going to do with all this furniture? And father's books? We are simply running out of time.
We are to go nowhere and be at home for no-one until we've found a house.
It's from Evie Wilcox, inviting me to lunch at Simpson's tomorrow with her fiance, Mr Cahill.
"The three of us can have a jolly chat.
" Egads.
It is kind of her to remember.
Perhaps I've misjudged her.
She is so excessively athletic.
Perhaps it blocks out her other good qualities.
I don't see why she invites me and not you.
I thought she disliked me.
Perhaps it is a ploy to drive you into the arms of her father.
Do you think so? It would save us the trouble of finding a house.
Yes, that's true.
Will you go? Oh, I must.
Stalwart Meg.
Did I tell you Father might be at the party? Yes, there he is! I thought I'd get round if I could.
When I heard about Evie's little plan, I slipped in to secure a table.
Always secure a table first.
And tip the carver.
That's the golden rule.
"Tip everywhere" is my motto.
Now, Evie, don't pretend you want to sit by your old father, because I know you don't.
Miss Schlegel, come round my side.
That's it.
- How's your discussion society getting on? Any new utopias? - No.
My goodness, you look tired.
Have you been worrying after your young clerks? No, houses.
Do you know of any? - No, I'm afraid I don't.
- What's that, Father? We must find a new home in May.
- Someone has to find it.
I can't.
- Percy, do you know of anything? Can't say I do.
- How like you! You're never any good.
- Never any good! Just listen to her! Never any good.
Oh, come! Well, you aren't.
Miss Schlegel, is he? - Miss Schlegel? Gruyere? Or Stilton? - Gruyere, please.
- Better have Stilton.
Evie? - Oh, Stilton, please.
- Mr Cahill? - Have you any Gouda? - Of course they haven't any Gouda at Simpson's.
- He'll have the Stilton.
- I don't want Stilton.
You should have whatever you like, Mr Cahill.
Don't let Evie bully you.
How about a nice bit of Altenburger Ziegenkase? - I beg your pardon? - Altenburger Ziegenkase.
It's Saxon, or Thuringian, depending on one's loyalties.
It gets a bit gooey in the warm weather, but otherwise it's excellent.
- I suppose you've run out? - I'm afraid Well done, Miss Schlegel! Very well done! - I'll have the Gruyere.
- Thank you, sir.
Are you coming with us to the Hippodrome, Miss Schlegel? No, thank you.
I must get back to my house hunting.
Oh, but you must! It's meant to be marvellous.
They release 300,000 gallons of water on a village wedding and sweep away the huntsmen and all show folk, and the entire wedding party into oblivion.
I should be sorry to miss that.
They say it's very realistic.
Yes, but why put Aimee Roberts on the stage only to sweep her off again along with 300,000 gallons of water and a lot of huntsmen? Why come to Simpson's to get a French cheese? You see? You see how she chafes me? How's your house? Ducie Street? Much the same.
Comfortable enough.
I don't mean Ducie Street.
I meant Howards End, of course.
- Why, "of course?" - Can't you turn out your tenants and let it to us instead? We're nearly demented.
Oh, we couldn't do that.
It's let for three years.
Can't you help us, Mr Wilcox? We're merely looking for a small house with large rooms, and plenty of them.
I wish I could.
A piece of advice.
Fix your district and your price and then don't budge.
That's how I got both Ducie Street and the house in Oniton.
I thought to myself, "I mean to be exactly here.
" And I was.
Thank you ever so much, Mr Wilcox.
Next time you shall come for lunch with me at Mr Eustace Miles.
- Pleasure.
- No, you'll hate it.
It's full of proteins and body-buildings and people coming up to you - begging your pardon, but you have such a beautiful aura.
- A what? Do you know, I suspect Mr Wilcox of planning the whole entertainment? Not really? I meant that as a joke.
Yes, but if you reflect -- I was very fond of his wife.
She really was an extraordinary person.
- You still think so, don't you? - Oh, yes.
And he's always preferred me to you, which most men don't.
Well, that's something in his favour, anyhow.
Chaperone you and Mr Wilcox at lunch at Eustace Miles? Are you mad? Yes.
I want to ask him.
He promised to go.
He promised to eat proteins and body-builders.
But you don't really need a chaperone at your age? It may surprise you, Tibby, to learn that I am only 28.
It does, rather.
I dare say you think of me as an old maid.
But I can't go to lunch with a single gentleman unchaperoned, that's flat.
If you don't go, I can't invite him.
All right, then.
This is ghastly.
What do you think of it, Mr Wilcox? I told you that you would hate it.
Not at all.
Not at all.
It may not suit every taste, but it's widely known to be the healthiest kind of food.
Tell me, though, Miss Schlegel, do you really believe in the supernatural? Auras, and astral planes? That's too big a question.
No, it isn't.
- Why's that? - Because although I don't believe in auras, and think theosophy may only be a halfway house.
- There may be something there after all.
- Not even that.
It may be halfway in the wrong direction.
I can't explain.
I don't believe in all these fads, but I don't like to say I don't believe in them.
I'm a little out of my depth.
Do you talk rather like this to your office boy? I talk the same way to everyone.
Or try to.
I don't believe in suiting my conversation to my company.
One can doubtless hit upon some medium of exchange that seems to do well enough, but there's no nourishment in it.
You pass it down to the lower classes, they pass it back up to you, and you call this a mutual endeavour, when it's mutual priggishness if it's anything.
Our friends at Chelsea don't see this.
They say one ought to be, at all costs, intelligible, - and sacrifice - You do admit there are rich and poor.
That's something.
But of course I do.
And you do admit that, if wealth were divided equally, in a few years there would be rich and poor again.
- Everyone admits that.
- Your socialists don't.
- My socialists do.
Yours mayn't.
- I don't care.
You've just made two damaging admissions, and I'm heartily with you in both.
Do you know that this wretched hash is called Reform Food? Have you ever heard such a monstrous combination of words? I think you are too severe, Mr Schlegel.
I think one should try new things occasionally.
Yes, but not this.
I find it quite good.
Yes, it's quite good.
"Dear Miss Schlegel" Perhaps we ought to give up for a while and go down to the seaside for a month.
Oh, Margaret, do come! London is so unhealthy at this time of year.
It's from Mr Wilcox.
He is announcing an important change in his plans.
- Who? - Mr Wilcox.
- He says owing to Evie's marriage, he has decided - Not your Wilcoxes, - surely, Helen.
- They're Meg's.
- They are not! "Owing to Evie's marriage, I have decided to give up "the house in Ducie Street" - .
.
and to let it out on a yearly tenancy.
- Where? Ducie Street.
Where Mr Wilcox lives.
- But I thought - He writes, if you and your family approve the rent, please notify him at once -- that's underlined twice -- - when I can go over the house with him.
- He's in love with you.
Oh, really.
It's a very business-like letter.
- Why should he be in love with me? - Why should he not be? Good heavens, you're not going to marry that old man from the protein restaurant? Marry? Margaret is engaged to marry? Why shouldn't I, if he asks? Oh, Meg, you wouldn't.
I'm only joking.
Well, I think someone might have told me.
There's nothing to tell, Aunt Juley.
I know he's been quite attentive The idea's appalling.
He's a beast.
He has no human feeling.
He is not a beast.
You should have seen him humbly eating his protein-builders at Eustace Miles.
- No-one could have been kinder.
I was proud of him.
- Meg! - Of Tibby? Well, naturally.
- It was rather a strain.
- Of Mr Wilcox! I am sorry.
But what have I said? Oh, honestly, Aunt Juley, nothing.
I'm only so anxious about finding a place to live.
Well, how do I prevent you? Oh, dear, you don't.
Now, children, what's it to be? You all know Ducie Street? Shall I say yes or should I say no? Tibby, which? I specially want to pin you both.
- Say no.
- Say yes.
That's decided, then.
This is awfully kind, the house has not been built that suits the Schlegel family.
- Have you come determined not to deal? - Not exactly.
I hope she hasn't been hasty.
Well, well, well, all of you! I do not intend to forget these Schlegels in a hurry.
If I find them monopolising my father I intend to put my foot down.
It's heartbreaking having to leave one's old home.
I scarcely remember anything before Wickham Place.
- Helen and Tibby were born there.
Helen says - You, too, feel lonely? Horribly.
You must write.
I'll write, I promise.
A man who had little money has less, owing to us.
Helen, neither you, nor I, nor the directors of the Porphyrion are to blame for this clerk's loss in salary.
No-one is to blame.
I am.
More and more do I refuse to draw my income and sneer at those who guarantee it.
Only connect.
That is the whole of my sermon.