"I promised Father I would do something for them." "I'm convinced your father had no idea of your giving them any money at all." "MRS DASHWOOD:" "It is their house now, Marianne." "FANNY:" "I have just heard from my brother Edward." "Edward Ferrars, how do you do?" "FANNY:" "He will be expected to marry a young lady of great fortune." "Thank you, Fanny." "MRS DASHWOOD:" "I'm determined to leave this house before the week is out." "SIR JOHN:" "Welcome to Devonshire." "We must see what we can do for them, eh, Mrs Jennings?" "Lovers, husbands, that sort of thing." "SIR JOHN:" "Colonel Brandon." "Miss Marianne Dashwood." "Elinor, he's too old!" "Colonel Brandon, do you know Mr Willoughby?" "What do you think of this one?" "Yes, that will do beautifully." "Mama, it's two years old." "Look how faded it is." "The spring muslin then, that's not very old." "But he's seen me in it twice already." "(EXCLAIMING) There's nothing to wear." "Why are we so poor?" "I think Mr Willoughby will be delighted with you in your old dress, Marianne." "He can't seem to take his eyes off you whatever you wear." "Well, perhaps." "Dear Elinor, if I could borrow your yellow gloves." "Of course you could." "(JIG PLAYING)" "(LAUGHING)" "(CLAPPING)" "Never knew you were a dancing man." "A word with you, Willoughby." "In private." "By all means." "Well?" "What are your intentions towards Miss Marianne Dashwood?" "I beg your pardon?" "I believe you heard me." "What are my intentions?" "And what right have you to ask me?" "I'm not aware that you're a relation of the lady." "Is she under your protection?" "I have her interests at heart." "Oh, you have, have you?" "Well, then, let me ask you this." "What are your intentions with regard to Marianne?" "Whatever they are, they are entirely honourable." "Can you say the same thing?" "I cannot be blamed if Marianne prefers my company to yours." "We're closer in age, in temperament, in taste." "In short, in everything." "I commiserate with you, but there it is." "And to answer your question, yes, of course my intentions are entirely honourable." "You will excuse me now." "(SIGHS)" "I'm so happy, Elinor." "Yes, I think everybody is aware of that." "I believe you disapprove of me." "But how would you have me behave?" "Oh, I have been open and sincere, where I ought to have been reserved." "I suppose I should have sat quietly and talked of nothing but the weather and roads?" "No one would expect that of you." "But to be so very open in your preference for Mr Willoughby, to the point of refusing to dance with anybody else..." "Why should I hide my feelings?" "They are true and honest." "Don't be angry with me, Elinor." "I only wish you could be as happy as I am." "I'm perfectly content." "You are not, you know you're not." "Why doesn't Edward come?" "I suppose because he has other obligations." "Or perhaps he simply prefers to be elsewhere." "How can you be so calm about it, Elinor?" "(CHUCKLING) Would it serve any good for me to be agitated?" "Should I lie sobbing and calling his name?" "I think it's best not to hope too fervently for something that may never happen." "Then let me hope for you." "MARIANNE:" "Elinor!" "Elinor!" "Elinor!" "(HORSE NEIGHING)" "Elinor!" "Isn't she beautiful, Elinor?" "MARIANNE:" "She's the best present I could have wished for." "WILLOUGHBY:" "I bred her myself, Miss Dashwood." "Docile, good-tempered and exactly calculated to carry a woman." "I hope you'll share her with your sister." "I believe you both love to ride." "WILLOUGHBY:" "What do you think of her?" "MARIANNE:" "Oh, she's a lovely creature." "Just imagine, Elinor, how delightful to gallop over the downs on her." "Yes, and it is very generous of you, Mr Willoughby." "But Marianne cannot possibly accept such a gift." "Elinor, why ever not?" "For reasons both of practicality and propriety." "Excuse me, Mr Willoughby." "MARIANNE:" "Elinor." "Wait there." "Why should I not have a horse?" "Because we cannot afford to keep one." "We have no money for stabling it, for pasturing." "You would need a servant to look after it." "And another horse for the servant to ride." "The whole notion is impossible." "It is not." "I am sure it could be done." "Mama, could it not?" "It does seem a little harsh, Elinor." "If we economise on something else..." "We economise on everything, Mama." "We can barely afford meat and sugar and tea." "We are poor already." "Do you want us to be destitute?" "You have said enough." "But it is very humiliating to have to refuse." "I think Mr Willoughby will understand when he understands our circumstances." "And Marianne, it would not be proper to accept such a present from a man we know so little." "Know so little?" "I know him better than any other creature in the world, except you and Mama." "And I understand him better than I understand you at this moment." "Girls." "Mrs Dashwood." " Forgive me." " There's nothing to forgive." "Yes." "I put you and your sister in an awkward position." "It was thoughtless of me." "I should have considered more carefully." "And I beg your pardon for it." "But, Marianne, the horse is still yours." "I shall keep it, only until you can claim it." "And when you leave Barton to form your own establishment," "Queen Mab shall receive you." "Get in there, Trump, and get in there, Sookie." "Get on!" "Good shot, Brandon." "I don't think I've ever seen you aim a gun and miss." "Willoughby's a good shot now." "Very fair shot." "He generally brings home a good bag of birds." "Mr Willoughby does everything well." " Don't much care for the man, do you?" " No." "It's Miss Marianne, ain't it?" "I should be very sorry to see her injured." "Injured?" "No likelihood of that, I'd have said." "But they're both very young, you know." "Very young." "They may tire of each other by the end of the season, and then, you see, there you will still be." "And Miss Marianne a little older, and a little wiser." "Bide your time, Brandon." "Bide your time, old friend." "That's my advice." "Then she'll see the old dog has some life in him yet." "I am obliged to you for your counsel." "Now, now, don't get on your high horse, man." "It was kindly meant." "(BIRDS FLUTTERING)" "Hold on, there they go." "Damn." "Missed again." "But Elinor, now." "You might think of her, you know." "Please let me." "Willoughby." "You have no scissors." "Ah?" "I brought some especially for the purpose." "(ANIMAL HOWLING)" "(DOOR OPENING)" "I heard a noise outside." "Can I get in with you?" "If you're quiet." "Marianne's sleeping." " I was a bit frightened." " It was probably just a fox." " I thought there might be wolves." " No, there aren't any wolves in England." "Not for a hundred years." "There might be some left." "If there are, I won't let them get you." " Stop making fun of me." " Go to sleep, then." "Do you like it here, Elinor?" "Yes, well enough." "It isn't as nice as Norland, is it?" "It's different." "Of course we all miss Norland." "But just think, tomorrow we are all invited to a picnic at Delaford." "And I've heard Colonel Brandon has peaches and strawberries in his greenhouses." "Peaches and strawberries." "Yes." "So think about those delights." "Go to sleep now." "SIR JOHN:" "Now," "Miss Marianne will go with Willoughby, no doubt." "His curricle only takes two." "So who will go with me and who with Brandon?" "Colonel Brandon!" "What's the matter, Brandon?" "I'm sorry to say our expedition will have to be postponed." "I'm called away on urgent personal business." "I must leave at once." "Colonel Brandon, you wouldn't disappoint us?" "WILLOUGHBY:" "Can you not defer your journey, Brandon?" "Not by an hour." "You will excuse me." "Well, that's a dashed shame." "I wonder what his business could be?" "There are some people who cannot bear a party of pleasure." "He was afraid of catching cold, I dare say, and invented this trick for getting out of it." "You're very hard on Colonel Brandon, Mr Willoughby." "Do you think so little of him?" "He's promised us a day of pleasure and now he's broken his promise," "I'm sure out of nothing but ill humour." "I hope it's not an illness in the family." "I can guess what his business is." "It is about Miss Williams, I'm sure." "What do you say, Sir John?" "I do not care to pry into another man's concerns." "Well, whatever the truth is, let's not let Brandon spoil our pleasure." "We can still drive into the countryside and enjoy the fresh air, at least." " Would you like..." " Excellent." " Well said, Willoughby." " Come on, boys, hop in." "Shall we go as a procession?" "Or each at his own pace?" "Catch us if you can, Sir John." "Go on!" "Well, I'll wager that's the last we'll see of them for an hour or two." "Welcome to Allenham." "Oh, it's beautiful." "I hoped very much that you would like it." "I had a particular reason for hoping that you would like it." "(HORSES NICKERING)" "Would you like to see inside?" "Of course I should." "But is your aunt expecting us?" "She's away on a short visit." "Oh." "So if you don't mind being unchaperoned..." "Do you think I would care about such a thing?" "I hate these stupid conventions." "So do I." "It's in a shockingly neglected state." "The old lady keeps barely a quarter of the rooms in use." "But a couple of thousand would see it restored to its former glory." "It reminds me of the Sleeping Beauty's palace." "Exactly." "Why did I never think of that before?" "Waiting to be awakened." "Hmm." "(SIGHS)" "Marianne." "I think I should take you back now." "Oh, dear." "I'm sure they've fallen into some misfortune." "Perhaps I should send out." "Ah, here they are at last." "Oh, thank God." "All well?" "Very well indeed, I should say." "Oh." "(SIGHS)" "MRS JENNINGS:" "Now, Mr Willoughby, I have found you out, in spite of all your tricks." "I know where you've been all day." "Why, driving about the country in my curricle." "Thought everybody knew that, ma'am." "Yes, yes," "Mr Impudence, but where did you drive to?" "I hope you liked your house, Miss Marianne." "It is a large one, I know." "And when I come to see you I hope you'll have new furnished it, for it wanted it very much when I was there six years ago." "See how she blushes." "And where is the harm in that?" "We happened to be driving in that direction." "Miss Marianne Dashwood was curious to see the house and I was happy to show it to her." "And that is the whole story." "And if I am to blame, I submit myself for punishment." "Well, after such a frank confession, I think we may be merciful." "What do you say, my dear?" "Mrs Dashwood?" "I am only glad that they are both here with us, safe and sound." "I would've told you, of course I would." "But I wanted to see his house and he wanted to show me." "If we were doing wrong I should have felt it at the time." "But it's already exposed you to some very impertinent remarks from Sir John and Mrs Jennings." "Elinor, I don't care what those people think." "But I don't want you to disapprove of me." "I don't disapprove of you." "Only some of your conduct." "Perhaps it was rather ill-judged." "But, oh, Ellie, I do love him." "WILLOUGHBY: "And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy" ""Of elevated thoughts, a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused" ""Whose dwelling Is the light of setting suns" ""And the round ocean" ""and the living air"." "Beautiful." "Why do they not announce their engagement?" "Everything about their conduct suggests that they are engaged in private." "So why do they not make it public?" "I know they're engaged." "I know because he has a lock of her hair." "I saw him take it." "Then he kissed it and folded it up in his handkerchief." "Margaret, would you tell Marianne it's time to come in?" "How could Marianne allow such an intimacy unless they were engaged?" "Perhaps marriage might not be in their power for the present." "MRS DASHWOOD:" "But that's no reason why Willoughby shouldn't declare his intentions." "Mrs Dashwood." "I shall be paying my respects to my aunt tomorrow morning." "I hope I may call tomorrow afternoon at about four." "First for a private conversation with Marianne and then for one with yourself?" "Yes, yes, of course." "Thank you." "MARGARET:" "I'm tired." "Why do people always make me go for walks with them?" "Because they love your company, my dear." "I should say it's nearly half past four now, wouldn't you, Elinor?" "Look, there's Willoughby's horse." "Be careful, Meg." "Marianne, we're home." "(MARIANNE SOBBING)" "Is anything the matter with her?" " Is she ill?" " I hope not." "She is a little upset." " And I'm extremely disappointed." " Disapp..." " She's never refused you?" " Mama." "My disappointment is that" "I'm unable to stay in Devonshire any longer." "My aunt has exercised the privilege of riches upon her poor dependent cousin by sending me on business to London." " And must you go at once?" " Almost this moment." "Oh, what a shame." "Of course, you have your duty to your aunt." "I'm sure her business will not take you long, will it?" "You're very kind, but I have no idea of returning into Devonshire immediately." "My visits to Allenham are never repeated within the 12-month." "Well, um..." "I won't press you to return here immediately." "Only you can judge how far that would be pleasing to your aunt." "Mrs Dashwood, my engagements at present are of such a nature that I dare not flatter myself that I'll be able to return within the foreseeable future." "Goodbye." "Willoughby, when are you coming back?" "Marianne will want to know." "Willoughby!" "I think I know what this is." "His aunt disapproves of his regard for Marianne." "And has invented this "business"" "in town in order to get him away for a while, and being dependent on her, he has to agree." "Then why should he have not told us that?" "Out of delicacy, not wishing to speak ill of his aunt?" "He could have explained his situation, if that is his situation, without speaking ill of anybody." "Then what is your explanation?" " Do you doubt his love for Marianne?" " No one could." "I cannot understand it." "If I was still mistress of Norland, my girls would never be treated like this." "Oh, my poor dear girl." "Oh." "Forgive me, Mama." "It was a sudden shock." "I had no idea of his going away." "I am sure..." "I am sure he will find a way to come back and see us very soon." "Elinor." "Can you not sleep either?" " No, Margaret came in with me." " Oh!" "And you know how she rolls about in her sleep." "I came down for a glass of water." "Can I get you anything, Mama?" "No, thank you, my dear." "What were you writing when I came down?" "Oh, just a letter." " To John." " Yes." "No." "I was lying awake and I couldn't get it out of my head why Edward hasn't come to see us." "So, I decided to write and invite him directly." "Mama, you mustn't do that!" "Now, why ever not?" "He is our friend, our true friend, but perhaps he felt he didn't have sufficient invitation to justify his coming." "You know, he's a little shy and diffident." "No!" "He knows he is welcome." " And he said that he would come soon." " So..." "If he delays or if he does not come at all, then it must be with good reason." "Now, what good reason could he possibly have not to come and visit us?" "I don't know but there must be some explanation." "And I do beg you, Mama, not to embarrass him by pressing the invitation upon him." "We would not want him to come here reluctantly or unwillingly." "I'm sure Edward would never be unwilling or reluctant to see us." "Then please let him alone to come in his own good time." "Good night, Mama." ""For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour" ""Of thoughtless youth" ""But hearing oftentimes" ""The still, sad music of humanity."" "Willoughby taught me that." "Perhaps it would be easier if you tried not to think of him so much." "How could I do that?" "He is with me all the time." "He is in me, Elinor." "You are so strange sometimes." "I sometimes wonder what it can be like to be you." "Very dull, no doubt." "Look, someone's coming!" "It is Willoughby, I know it is!" "Marianne, wait!" "I don't think it's him." "Elinor, it is Willoughby, I knew how soon he would come." "It's Edward!" "Wait for me!" "I can only stay one night." "But I hope I'll be nonetheless welcome for that." "Have you come straight from London?" "No, I've been in Devonshire a fortnight." "Oh!" "Yes, I was visiting some old friends near Plymouth." "For my sins." " Not a joyful visit, then?" " No." "Though I have no one to blame for that but myself." "I'm very happy to see you again." "And I you." "So, how does Devonshire suit?" "Plenty of pleasant walks, I should think." "And do you have good company?" "Are the Middletons pleasant people?" "No, not at all, we couldn't be more unfortunately situated." "Marianne, how can you say that?" "The Middletons have been very kind to us." "Sir John is the friendliest host." "Have you forgotten how many pleasant days we've enjoyed at Barton?" "No, nor how many painful moments." "We're all sad just now because Willoughby's gone." "Ah, right." "I see." "(ALL LAUGHING)" "So, Edward, what are your mother's intentions for you at present?" "Are they still to be a great orator in spite of yourself?" "No, I think even she is convinced now that I'm not destined for public life." "My brother Robert is the man for that." "So how are you going to distinguish yourself?" "I shan't attempt it at all." "I have no wish to be distinguished." "You are distinguished to us, Edward." "And, in any case, what have wealth or grandeur to do with happiness?" "Wealth has a good deal to do with it, I think." "Elinor, for shame!" "Are we not happy?" "Have we not been happy here?" "And we, as poor as the Gypsies." "Yes." "And I think we might have been even happier if we had a little more money." "I wish someone would give us all a thousand pounds each." "Yes, that would be very welcome." " Elinor, you have no soul." " Perhaps not." "But I flatter myself, I do have a little sense." "What do you think, Edward?" "Do you believe money has anything to do with happiness?" "Money can solve some problems, certainly." "For others, it's completely useless." "Edward." "You seem unhappy." "Do I?" "Forgive me," "I'm prone to these dark moods from time to time." "Perhaps I should not have come here at all." "But I did want to see you all." "MRS DASHWOOD:" "And we're very happy that you have come." "We were waiting and waiting for you to come." "I'm sorry that it took me so long." "I never saw you wear a ring before, Edward." "Oh, is that your sister's hair?" "I thought her hair had been lighter." "Yes, it's Fanny's hair." "The setting casts a different shade on it, I suppose." "(THUNDER RUMBLING)" "I thought it was Thomas." "Our servant." "He's gone to the village." "I saw the logs." "I enjoy this work." "A man can relieve his feelings." "And you have very little help here." "We manage." "Yes, but if only..." "What is it?" "Nothing." "Nothing I can speak of." "I should never have come here." "Goodbye." "Goodbye." "That was your hair in Edward's ring, wasn't it?" "It did look like my hair." "But he never asked me for a lock of it, Marianne." "I am sure he still loves you as much as ever." "Did he say anything to you?" "Did he speak of his love for you?" "No." "What did he come here for if not to propose to you?" "I don't know." "Hello!" "Hello!" "We've bought you some strangers!" "Hello!" "Hello!" "Where are you all?" "Are we never to have a moment to ourselves?" "(PEOPLE LAUGHING)" "Ah!" "There you are!" "What a surprise we have for you!" " Here is my other daughter, Charlotte." " Oh!" "And her husband, Mr Palmer." "I had no idea it could be them." "We heard the carriage and thought it must be Colonel Brandon back again." "Oh, what a delightful place!" "I do love a cottage, don't you, my love?" "I wanted Charlotte to stay home and rest but she would come!" "She so longed to see you all." "She expects to be confined soon, you know." "(GRUNTS)" "And our nieces, the Miss Steeles, will be with us by the afternoon." "Miss Lucy Steele is very eager to make the acquaintance of the Miss Dashwoods, you know." "So!" "You are commanded to Barton Park for dinner." "But me no buts!" "The carriage will be sent for you at 4:00." "Come along, Palmer!" "That ceiling's very crooked." "Miss Dashwood, Miss Marianne, Miss Margaret Dashwood, allow me to introduce my second cousins by marriage," "The Misses Steele." "Don't you think they're a fine pair of pretty girls?" "Oh, Sir John, for shame!" "(GIGGLES)" "And how do you like Devonshire, Miss Dashwood?" "Have you found any smart beaux here?" "I suppose there cannot be so many here as there are in Sussex." "Anne!" "Must you always be talking of beaux?" "I suppose some young ladies don't care for them, but I think they're vastly agreeable, provided they dress smart and behave civil." "But I cannot bear to see them dirty and nasty, can you?" "Erm, no." "We've heard all about your sister's conquest and that Mr Willoughby is the smartest beau that anyone could wish for!" "And prodigious handsome too!" "It'll be a fine thing to have her married so young." "And I hope you may have as good luck yourself soon." "But perhaps you have a friend in the corner already!" "Indeed she has." "And he was in the neighbourhood" " very lately." " And what is his name, pray?" "Oh, it is a great secret." "But we all know that it begins with F." "But more than that we cannot say." "(WHISPERING) Ferrars." "We know a Mr Ferrars!" "He's a very agreeable young man." "We know him very well." "How can you say so, Anne?" "We've seen him once or twice at my uncle's, but it's rather too much to pretend to know him very well!" "Oh, I always say the wrong thing!" "Yes, you do!" "Look, the weather is much brighter." "I wonder, Miss Dashwood, would you do me the honour of taking the air with me?" "You will think my question an odd one, I dare say, Miss Dashwood, but are you acquainted with your sister-in-law's mother, Mrs Ferrars?" "No, I have never met her." "I never understood that you were connected with that family at all." "Oh, Miss Dashwood, if I dared tell you all, you would be very much surprised." "Mrs Ferrars is certainly nothing to me at present, but the time may come when we will be very intimately connected." "What do you mean?" "Are you acquainted with Mr Robert Ferrars?" "No!" "Not with him." "I never saw him in my life." "But with his elder brother." "We are engaged." "Mr..." "Edward Ferrars?" "Of course you're surprised, because it was always meant to be a great secret." "None of my relations know of it except Anne and it would be terrible if it reached his mother." "I have no fortune, you know." "And I fancy she is a very proud woman." "May I ask if your engagement is of long standing?" "We have been engaged these four years." " Four years?" " Yes!" "I met him at my uncle's." "He's a schoolmaster and Edward was under his care." "Because he lives in London, we hardly see each other." "Writing is our only comfort." "Except, I have his picture, and he has a lock of my hair, that I gave him, set in a ring." "I wonder, did you notice it?" "I did." "Yes." "And you promise you'll not breathe a word of this to a single soul?" "Miss Dashwood." "Elinor." "You promise?" "I never sought your confidence, Miss Steele." "But your secret is safe with me." "What was that long conversation with Lucy Steele all about?" "Nothing of consequence, she was telling me her hopes and dreams for the future." "How very uninteresting." "Yes." "Quite." "Marianne," "Elinor," "I have a mind to spend a month or two in London and I would be very glad to have your company." "Mama!" "You are very kind, ma'am, but I'm sure our mother could not spare us." "Oh, indeed I could." "I think it is an excellent scheme." "I should prefer to stay in Devonshire, Mama." "MRS DASHWOOD:" "Oh, what formidable obstacle is my dear Elinor now to bring forward?" "Do not let me hear a word about the expense of it." "I should like to go to London." "Of course you would!" "And I think we all know the reason why." "And I daresay Miss Elinor has just as good a reason, if the truth were known." "Mama, do you really wish it?" "I insist upon it." "Oh!" "Come now, Miss Elinor, you can see your sister longs to go and she longs for your company too." "No more demurrals." "Your mother and I have settled it all between us." "To town you shall go!" " I am surprised at you, Marianne." " Why is that?" "Freely volunteering for more of Mrs Jennings' teasing." "I would bear much more than her teasing for a chance of seeing Willoughby." "I'm surprised you are not more excited at the thought of seeing Edward." "Perhaps we shall not see him." "He is very much at his mother's disposal." "I'm sure we shall and very soon." "He loves you, Elinor." "He will find a way to see you, whatever his mother might say." "(SNORING)" "Oh, Elinor, in a little while I shall see him." "I'm very happy for you." "And you will see Edward." "Perhaps." "Perhaps not." "(HORSES NEIGHING)" "(GASPS)" "Oh!" "We're here!" "Well, here we are again." "Here are the Misses Dashwood." "And they are to be treated like royalty." "Any little thing you want, Foot will attend to it." " Won't you, Foot?" " Indeed, ma'am." "This will be your apartment." "It was dear Charlotte's, before Mr Palmer took her away from me." "And I hope you'll be very comfortable in it." "Look, Charlotte made that picture out of coloured silks." "Seven years at a great school in town and that's all we have to show for it." "Poor Charlotte." "Well," "I'll leave you to settle in." "Dinner will be on the table in half an hour." "Foot!" "Be so good as to take this to the post for me." "A penny post, miss?" " No, the two-penny." " Very good, miss." "Oh, Elinor, we may see him this very evening." "You might as well come away from the window, my dear." "He won't come any sooner for your looking after him." "Indeed, I think it's a little late for any visitors to come now, however eagerly expected." "It is not too late." "There." "Was that a knock on the door?" "Next door, I fancy." "(KNOCKING)" "There." "Well, I wonder who that can be?" "It is Willoughby, I know it is." "Marianne, be still." "It may not be him." "Colonel Brandon, ma'am." "Oh." "Forgive me, I..." "Excuse me." "Is your sister ill, Miss Dashwood?" "She is overtired," "I think, from the journey." "Oh, Colonel." "I'm monstrous glad to see you." "We've not seen you since that day you disappointed us over the picnic." "I hope your urgent business was completed all to your satisfaction." "Thank you, ma'am." "What is done is done." "I wonder if I might have a moment in private with Miss Dashwood?" "MRS JENNINGS:" "Oh!" "Yes, indeed." "I'll go and see how her sister does." "Miss Dashwood, tell me." "I think I know the truth, but I want to know for certain." "Am I to congratulate you?" "I'm not sure what you mean." "Your sister's engagement to Mr Willoughby is widely spoken of." "How can that be?" " By whom have you heard it mentioned?" " By everyone." "Of our acquaintance." "I heard it first myself at the Palmers'." "I came to inquire." "Miss Dashwood, is everything finally settled?" "I cannot tell you, definitely, that they are engaged." "Neither of them has ever said so, to me or to my mother." "But I would not wish to give you false hope." "I am quite sure that Marianne is deeply in love, and I have no reason to doubt Mr Willoughby's feelings for her." "I do expect and hope to hear of their engagement very soon." "That being the case, to your sister I wish all imaginable happiness, and to Willoughby, that he may endeavour to deserve her." "Good night." "Colonel Brandon was disappointed not to see you." " He did see me." " For about five seconds." "He has a great regard for you, Marianne." "Yes, and I for him." "But he has one great defect." "He's not Willoughby." "Oh, why didn't he come?" "Foot!" "Are there any letters this morning?" "No, miss." "Nothing for me, not even a note?" "No, miss." "Sorry." "Was you expecting one?" "Oh, not particularly." "Anything for me?" " No, miss." " You quite sure of it?" "No servants called, no messages?" "Nothing, miss." "No, miss." "Sorry, miss." "But here is something." "The Middletons are arrived." "With the Miss Steeles." "And we are invited to an evening assembly." "And you can be sure that Mr W will be invited too." "And perhaps Mr F as well." "(FIREWORKS EXPLODING)" "I declare, I've never seen anything like it." "This must be the finest party in town." "Stay, Marianne, you've got a lock coming loose." "Never mind it, Elinor!" "Let us go in." "MRS JENNINGS:" "Oh, there's Charlotte." "ANNE:" "Look!" "Oh, Miss Dashwood." "Oh, Miss Marianne." "London is full of smart beaux and some of them very rude and naughty." "We have been pushed and pummelled." "Look at the nasty beasts!" "How they preen and ogle." "I hope you will stay close by my side, Miss Dashwood." "I'm in such a fever of anticipation." "I fear I shall faint." "I have heard that he is here tonight." " Whom do you mean?" " Why, who else but Mr Ferrars?" " Are you quite sure?" " I was told for certain." "Ah, Elinor!" "Marianne." "It's so fearfully hot and crowded in this room." "I can hardly bear to stay a moment longer." "My younger brother, Mr Robert Ferrars." "Miss Elinor Dashwood, Miss Marianne Dashwood." "Enchanted." "My brother Edward has spoken very highly of your beauty, Miss Dashwood." "In general, I consider him a very poor judge of women." "But in this instance, I have to concur." "You're very kind." "May I present Miss Lucy Steele?" "Charmed." "Is your brother going to be here tonight, Mr Ferrars?" "Edward?" "God no!" "The fellow shuns society." "Hate to speak ill of me own blood, but my brother Edward is something of a hobbledehoy!" "Ooh!" "Mr Ferrars!" "How unkind!" "Elinor, look." "He is here." "Why doesn't he come over and speak to me?" "Pray!" "Be composed." "Don't let everybody know what you're feeling." "Perhaps he saw me but not you." "It may be a difficult situation." "I don't understand." "Come away!" "He will come and find you if he's able to." "No." "(PEOPLE CHATTERING)" "Willoughby!" "(CHATTERING STOPS)" "Excuse me." "Miss Dashwood." "Your mother is well, I trust?" "Yes, thank you." "And, er, how long have you been in town?" "Good God, Willoughby!" "What is the meaning of this?" "Have you not received my letters?" "Will you not shake hands with me?" "But didn't you get my notes?" "Tell me, for heaven's sake, what is the matter?" "Yes, I had the pleasure of receiving the information of your arrival in town." "Which you were so good as to send me." "Excuse me." "Elinor, go to him." " Just tell him he must..." " Come on." "Allow me." "Take her hand." "Come." "BRANDON:" "Miss Dashwood, I have something to tell you about Willoughby, which I think your sister should know." "Happy Elinor, you have no idea of what I suffer!" "I am all of a tremble." "In a moment, I shall see the person that all my happiness depends on." "LUCY:" "Mrs Ferrars, the person I hope one day to call Mother." "Miss Dashwood." "Elinor, every time we have met, it has seemed impossible to say what I really think and feel." "Yes." "Why do you not think badly of me?" "What strange creatures men are." "What do they want from us?" " Miss Dashwood." " Mr Willoughby!" "You are not welcome here." "BRANDON:" "Where is your sister?" "She's gone out walking?" "Marianne!" "Marianne!"