"Sam, are you going out on Saturday night?" "Don't I always go out on Saturday night?" "Dancing?" "Don't I always go dancing?" "Oh, if you can call it dancing." "Last time I saw you on the dance floor, it looked like three frogs having a fight." "I am a fine dancer." "Perhaps I'd had a drink that night." "Sure." "I'll show you me steps and Denise can be the judge." "Go on, then." "I can't wait to see this." "O-o-o-oh..." "No, no, I can't!" "I can't dance without music." "If only youth knew... it does not last." "I say that Sam is a fine dancer." "It was better this time, I'll admit it - it was only two frogs fighting." "I do like Sam." "I mean, I say he's rascal and a worm because I want him to like me." "He does like you, Pauline." "He's such a fine dancer." "It was like a charm dancing with him." "He's so handsome." "Do you think he's handsome?" "He's a fine lad." "If Sam's handsome, then I'm a sponge cake." "How do I get him to like me?" "Do you think if I let my hair down?" "You look lovely with your hair down." "We'll go out and have a few drinks - see if we can get him drunk." "I think I will let my hair down." "Good!" "Clara, did you really think I was a cleaner when I first came here looking for a job?" "Eh?" "The clothes you were wearing and your rat's-tail hair." "I thought you'd be lucky to get a position scrubbing the toilets!" "Well, I'm so glad that we've come through the bad times and we can be friends." "I am glad as well - can you lend me two shillings?" "I think you're so brave because..." "Well, you know..." "Ay, you don't start with that." "Drink either makes me laugh or makes me cry." "And tonight, I am going to laugh." "Sam, Sam, Sam - show us your frog steps again." "Come on!" "Step to it." "A shawl makes a pleasing gift." "A silk shawl ALWAYS makes a pleasing gift." "Of course, Mrs Chesholm, it depends upon the nature of the celebration." "Our hand-carved combs would make the most perfect favour for someone who, shall we say, had shown you kindness." "However, were the occasion an anniversary, then I must direct you to our most glittering gift." "Though expensive, our engraved silver purses would make any birthday an occasion to treasure." "Now..." "Shall we leave you a moment or two to muse, or are you ready to decide?" "None of us expected this to happen, but perhaps we should all admit it's for the best, hmm?" "I cherish reason." "The winning argument is like a fine wine - it gives me a feeling of wellbeing." "Yet I take great pleasure in shooting birds from the sky." "I accept there's no reason in that." "It is nothing more than the imposition of my will." "I'm a contradiction." "We all are." "I've never seen Katherine so at ease with herself, at ease with the world." "Never." "I trust you're not going to interfere with this." "I told Katherine I was unable to marry at this time." "If she has a suitor, then the blame is mine." "You have a gift, Moray, for avoiding a question." "If it is a gift." "Let's be generous and call it an attribute." "Let me answer the question for you... you will make no effort to tempt Katherine back into some sort of reconciliation with you, hmm?" "These are the days." "See you later." "He's here." "I didn't imagine you as a shooting man, Moray." "I was very good at observing." "And - can I ask... how are you enjoying being a patroness of a charity?" "Oh, I'm not quite a patroness yet." "Peter and I are meeting this morning... no doubt we will discuss it." "I wish you well." "He is a good man." "You wish me well?" "If I could find another way to say it, Katherine, I would." "Then I am grateful for your good wishes." "I have to ask..." "Is it your wife?" "Is she the reason you stand here and smile and wish me well when you see me embarking on a relationship with another man?" "Yes." "Yes, it is." "Are you so in love with your own grief that you cannot live?" "How can you be so entwined with a woman three years gone?" "Perhaps we must be thankful for Peter Adler..." "He has saved you from becoming entwined." "Perfect in every way, a splendid choice, and sure to please." "Girls!" "For those with so much youth," "I see very little in the way of vigour." "Step to it!" "There are shelves to sort." "Denise..." "I'm grateful for how you were with, with Grace." "I mean... with me." "I shan't be so keen to share a bed with you next time." "You're all elbows!" "Oh, Mr Moray, sir." "Miss Audrey, I, er..." "Is it the display, sir?" "No." "I..." "Yesterday's sales, perhaps?" "Whatever it is, sir, I assure you without hesitation that it will be rectified and remedied." "I did have something on my mind when I came in here..." "If we have failed you in any way, Mr Moray...?" "Has one of the girls spoken out of turn?" "I keep a most tight rein on them, sir." "Especially tight." "We strive only to please you." "I cannot think what else it might be, sir." "Have I, in any way...?" "Memory loss is for the aged, I..." "I must have too much spinning around my mind." "I'm sure it will come back to me." "I am certain of it, sir." "Denise." "Your sales, once again - most impressive." "Well done." "My little champion." "Don't you think so, Miss Audrey?" "Oh, most certainly, sir." "Denise is indeed outstripping all expectations of such a seemingly timid girl." "One must commend the speed of her ascent." "She will outshine us all!" "Peter?" "Isn't that something other people do?" "There are no other people here." "I said I would have you home by this afternoon and so I will." "What we heard, sir, was that they were seen out together..." "Miss Glendenning and Mr Adler - and they looked love-struck." "We all believed Mr Moray and Miss Glendenning were to be married, sir." "He did look agitated when we saw him today in Ladieswear." "Are they not to be wed, Mr Dudley?" "Whether Mr Moray marries or not should have no effect on your work." "I know how you all like to gossip in the refectory... just don't expect me to join in." "Is he heartbroke, sir?" "Mr Moray's not a heartbroke sort of man." "Except for his wife." "I never believed he'd marry Katherine Glendenning." "He'll never marry again." "Whilst you experts are picking over the bones of your employer's life," "I will apply myself to the business of the store." "Oh, now my food's cold." "The best sort of gossip does that to food." ""My little champion."" "Lady Fern." "Our field geranium's lovely, isn't it?" "Borage." "I don't believe you know every single plant." "You are pretending, in order to impress me." "It's a starflower - Borago officinalis." "Look at the shape." "Five perfect points." "How does nature do that?" "See how the blue dominates the white?" "It tastes like honey." "You eat it?" "Of course." "It is medicine." "It will take away all kinds of fevers and... torments." "Why do you know them?" "Why do you know how to fix a wheel?" "I see the loveliness of a flower and I have to know its name, know its history." "As a boy, if something was broken," "I would pester every adult I could lay my hands on till I had found one that could show me how to fix it." "Lady fern." "Mm-hm." "Field geranium." "Very good." "Borage." "Aren't you glad you know them better?" "I am." "Oh..." "It is nothing, I am sure, but have you detected in your department a change of bearing in Mr Moray?" "The talk is that Miss Glendenning is being courted... seems Mr Moray has a rival." "That's enough to put any man off his stroke." "Yes, that must be it." "But it was not sorrow which he displayed, but misgiving." "Though he did find compliments and congratulations for... some others." "That would be Denise then, would it?" "Is it so obvious?" "Does the whole...?" "She is his favourite." "Ahem!" "Miss Audrey, did you just lose your...?" "Yes." "My voice was lost for a moment." "It is nothing." "Merely a sore throat." "Nothing at all." "You must speak to no-one about this." "Do you understand?" "I require your..." "Utter..." "But are you all right?" "I am..." "Audrey!" "Why, it's..." "It's night-time." "I must speak with you, Edmund." "I thought that consorting with males after dark was strictly forbidden." "Oh, don't tease me." "I'm feeling quite frail." "Will you sit?" "Or would sitting be considered fraternising?" "Do you remember the day you asked me to marry you?" "It was a long time ago." "Do you recall what happened?" "Yes." "You said no." "What happened to me?" "You lost your voice." "Well, it is happening once..." "Oh, but you're talking to me now." "It is going." "My point is... the last time left me altogether." "That cannot be allowed to happen again." "I must be present at work tomorrow." "This is the most delicate of times." "Why is it?" "Moray?" "What has he done?" "Oh, it's not Moray." "It's not only Moray." "Well, what, then?" "Who?" "Some things cannot be stopped... no matter how we might try." "Do you not see what I am trying to tell you?" "To tell you the truth, my head has been set spinning by you sitting here at night." "My mind is not as sharp as it used to be." "I will sleep and all will be restored tomorrow." "I am sure of it." "But..." "What is that look?" "I've never seen you doing this before." "Nonsense." "I love flowers." "My darling, you like looking at flowers." "But arranging them so beautifully?" "This is new." "They were so colourful, I couldn't resist them." "You picked them?" "Papa, stop it." "You have a look like a puppy dog." "What is the matter with you today?" "You." "You are the matter with me." "You are 17 again." "I could clap my hands." "Well, don't." "You know perfectly well why I am moved to pick flowers." "What you see in my face, Katherine, is relief." "I must admit, I was rather concerned that your" " What shall we call it?" "Your... entanglement with Moray was..." "You told me you liked Moray." "Were you lying to me?" "Not at all." "I find him charming and engaging." "I have great faith in his capabilities." "And I like him even more now that your eyes are not so keenly fixed on him." "Katherine..." "I'm sorry." "I thought you were weak." "I doubted you had the character to realise that someone like Peter Adler is where true happiness lies." "Well..." "I shall forgive you for that, because I doubted it, too." "Miss Audrey, where would you like us to display the new delivery of parasols?" "Miss Audrey?" "My rather flustered visit yesterday..." "I hope you will accept my apologies." "I don't know what you must have made of me." "I did recall my reason for coming here." "It was to inform you that on Friday we are to expect a visit from Mr Fabian Eberhart, famed proprietor of The Bohemian Cabaret." "He's planning to open a club here in our city and wishes to consider our store as suppliers of dresses for his..." "Miss Audrey?" "Are you unwell?" "You look afflicted." "You cannot be expected to work in this condition." "Miss Audrey?" "!" "Miss Audrey!" "I don't understand why there must... fuss." "I lost my balance." "That is all." "Miss Audrey, you have fevers and sweats." "It's a moment of giddiness." "Good heavens, anyone... ill." "The doctor says you have a sickness." "You have to stay in bed for a week." "A week?" "But that is seven days." "The doctor was hardly conclusive." "Perhaps it is something she has eaten." "Perhaps a mild bout of chicken pox." "We're in the wrong profession, Moray." "If we were as vague, we'd be out of business within a week." "I have never known Audrey to be ill." "She has the constitution of an ox." "I have simply assumed she will always be there." "We must decide." "Erm, Mr Moray, sir." "Mr Dudley, sir." "May I offer myself to take care of Ladieswear while Miss Audrey is unable to work?" "That is very conscientious of you, Clara." "But Dudley and I must discuss the matter first." "Gentlemen, have I not earned this chance?" "I'm the senior girl, I have the most experience and I'm certain it's what Miss Audrey would want." "If you were to let me take care of the department then the whole store would see that you are employers who behave fairly towards your staff." "Everything you say is true, Clara, and, I assure you, will be taken into consideration." "Thank you, gentlemen." "She's right." "We should consider how this will look to the staff." "Then we will give the position to Clara." "But you have something else on your mind, otherwise you would have told Clara she was in charge." "Fabian Eberhart." "There is a chance he might put in an order for over 20 outfits." "Denise would, I am sure, charm and persuade him." "That has a logic to it." "Do you think I have other reasons for preferring Denise?" "She is your "little champion"." "Denise is different to the other girls." "There is something about her." "I would like to see how she deals with this situation." "It'll sting Clara." "It will be a test of her mettle, and ours." "I suspect it might be worth it." "We have reached the point where you ask me to deliver the news to the girls, have we not?" "We have." "Sam." "Sam?" "Sam, can I ask you, how is Audrey?" "Audrey?" "You mean Miss Audrey?" "She's been taken sick to her bed." "Sick to her bed?" "That's what I said." "What's the matter with her?" "I'm told she has a fever." "A fever?" "Edmund, having a conversation with you is like talking to an echo." "Fever..." "Why are you so concerned about Miss Audrey?" "I pass the time of day with her sometimes." "That's all." "All right." "A fever..." "Carry on." "Peter, don't you ever sit down?" "If you wish me to sit with you, Katherine," "I would be glad to oblige." "Not oblige, please." "Oblige is such a wearisome word." "Oh." "I have left my fan inside." "Would you be so kind as to fetch it for me?" "Of course I will." "Heavens!" "Here it is beside me." "I'm sorry, Peter." "Would you like some lemonade?" "You must go back to the game." "You have disturbed the balance by leaving." "But wasn't I summoned to sit with you?" "I feel I will go inside." "It is too hot for me out here." "My book is so engaging and I long for the cool of the house." "My bones ache from sitting here." "Perhaps I need to walk for a while." "Would you like me to come with you?" "Go back to your game, Peter." "First, Pauline is to be returned to Ladieswear for the time being, to give assistance in these times of need." "What we are facing is a temporary difficulty." "There are a number of considerations in deciding how we shall run this department in Miss Audrey's absence." "Mr Moray and I have given careful thought to the decision." "And what matters most is that you all support one another." "Denise will be in charge until further notice." "This may seem something of a surprise, but the main thing is that we all want Miss Audrey restored to her rightful position as soon as possible." "Mr Dudley, sir, there are other girls that have been here longer than me." "We are to place all our efforts into winning this order from Mr Eberhart." "A musical cabaret." "We are to suggest outfits for girls who entertain, sing, dance and girls who serve champagne and entertain at tables." "It'll need some inspiration." "As Miss Audrey would say, step to it." "That's good, isn't it?" "Mr Dudley told us." "But it was Mr Moray's decision." "We all know that." "Do you need anything, Miss Audrey?" "A drink?" "A blanket?" "A blanket taking off?" "Am I to follow her instructions?" ""Clara, fetch the order book!"" ""Clara, attend to this customer!"" "While she prances around as Queen of all she surveys?" "I don't think Denise will play high and mighty." "She's just good at her job, that's all." "She can't help it." "She's talented." "Very talented." "Gifted." "What is it, Miss Audrey?" "Heavens!" "You look worse than ever." "Your face is redder than a crimson cap." "Leave me, please." "Leave me." "Sleep well." "Mr Moray, sir." "Denise." "I have not been here so long, sir." "I do not deserve this advancement over..." "And what if I say you do deserve it?" "What if I say the other girls see that, too?" "Some of them may object, but you must learn to live with that." "There was a time when I stood right here..." "A draper's lad, when this was no more than a small shop." "What is it, sir?" "Everything I wished for then..." "I have it now." "Not everything you wished for." "No-one has everything." "In Peebles, when a man loses his sweetheart, he... gets drunk, has a fight and then looks for a new sweetheart." "Well, perhaps we should move the store there." "I don't think so, sir." "There's not much call for Parisian underwear in Peebles." "It's far too cold." "Is there talk in the refectory about Miss Glendenning?" "Of course there is." "What are they saying?" "Only that she..." "That you and her have parted ways." "That's not all they're saying, but it is kind of you to be so delicate." "You..." "You've made me forget myself, Denise." "How did we start this conversation?" "I was pleading with you that I'm not ready for this advancement." "Oh, yes." "Yes." "Miss Audrey is ill." "There is a chance for us to woo a valuable customer." "I need you to take care of the department." "Will you do that for me?" "I will." "Then you need your sleep." "Night." "Oh, you are going to win again." "You are going to let me win again." "Peter?" "Hmm?" "Would I do such a thing?" "Will you take me on a picnic again tomorrow?" "Show me the flowers?" "Perhaps we could do one of those hill walks you told me about?" "You made it clear that you found hill walking arduous." "Oh, but I am fickle." "You have conjured such a picture in my mind of looking out over the world from up there." "Katherine, would you walk to those hills to please yourself or to please me?" "It pleases me to please you." "I can feel you trying." "I am grateful, but, please, you don't have to try." "Things between us will grow." "Or they won't." "I dearly hope that they will." "If not, I have a good life." "If that sounds uncaring, I apologise." "I do feel a deep attraction to you, unlike any woman I have met." "But I have learned that life is kind and I always find a way through." "Do you think of Moray often?" "Only every day." "Perhaps I should withdraw until you can resolve in your own heart how you feel about Moray." "Not at all." "I don't know." "You call this toast?" "Toast is bread cooked." "This is bread threatened with a flame." "How many times do I have to say I want my bread toasted?" "I am ignored." "I am disobeyed at will." "Perhaps you should go back to bed, Papa." "You are never at your best when you are tired." "It will take more than sleep to cure my ill temper." "Then perhaps I will take some rest to escape your sour mood." "Oh, it feels so much better coming down these stairs knowing I am to be in Ladieswear." "Do you suppose if it all goes well I might keep my position?" "Oh, shall we call you Miss Denise now?" "Or would you prefer "sir"?" "Should we curtsey when we see you?" "Or bow at the knee?" "Don't, Sam." "Please." "I'm only teasing." "I'm glad you've got your chance." "It means there's hope for all of us." "Un-cock me!" "Here, boy." "Billy!" "It was an accident." "You must not blame yourself, Papa." "Elliott will be fine." "The doctor assured me his leg will recover as though nothing happened." "But something did happen." "I could have killed him." "Papa, stop it." "You cannot punish yourself." "I will not permit it." "It's like a curse on us - you loving Moray." "I do not love him." "I do not love him." "I promise you." "I am fond of Peter." "I will show you." "I will show you that I am not weak." "Girls, can I have your attention?" "Thank you, girls." "Mr Moray has asked us to prepare for the visit of Mr Fabian Eberhart." "Since we can presume that he is not to wear the dresses we are to sell to him... we might be as well to think purely of what a man sees." "We can all consider ourselves experts at that, can't we, girls?" "A man does not know what a girl looks at her best wearing." "He thinks he does, but in this - as in so many other things... we must lead him by the nose, whilst letting him think that he is not being led." "Isn't that so?" "What Mr Eberhart wants - though he does not know it... is for us to make the choices." "What we must give him is confidence and certainty." "Not a range of offerings, but one clear decision." "Lace." "Black lace, red silk." "We will order up the new crepe de Chine." "Thank you." "Thomas, I'd like to check the order for Ladieswear." "I want to be sure we've ordered the crepe de Chine." "Just a moment." "Ah!" "Oh..." "What a nice gift." "Darling, I realise that you know the names of all the flowers, but the book is so that you might teach me." "Katherine, I am here with you because..." "If you loved Moray and he loved you, then you would be with him now." "You would be wearing his ring." "Moray is an infatuation." "I have seen how you are with me." "I know I can make you happy." "Did Moray ever make you feel truly glad to be yourself?" "I intend to stay, Katherine." "And trust that our feelings for one another will grow." "Oh, please." "Leave me be." "How did you get in here?" "You have your voice back, then." "I am almost recovered." "You look terrible." "I mean, terribly sick." "You haven't recovered at all as far as I can see." "There's no use pretending otherwise." "So, this is you." "This is your boudoir." "I can picture you now when I think of you." "Not like this, I hope." "What did the doctor say?" "He assured me I would be able to return to work in a day or so." "Did he now?" "Hm." "And what did he say was the matter with you?" "A pox of some description!" "How dare he suggest I am afflicted by such a vulgar word!" "I have banished him from returning." "I bought you these." "If you are discovered here, it will be the end of me." "You'll have to sack yourself." "It is not a matter for joking, Edmund." "I have my reputation to consider." "You always did." "Look where it brought you!" "Sorry." "It's more than 20 years since I bought you Lumps of Delight." "What is it that is troubling you, Audrey?" "There is no pox." "You do not know?" "If I had an inkling, I'd not have to ask." "That mirror there - it tells me every day that I am growing older." "I don't like it." "That's just the way things are, Audrey." "If we fight getting older, we are fighting time, fighting nature itself, and we cannot win." "At The Paradise, it is dangerous to grow old." "I am tired now." "I must sleep." "Sleep is my one refuge." "Let me show you, sir." "We are certain we have exactly what you need." "Mr Eberhart, please imagine your girls in red silk." "Silk?" "Was?" "Bist du verruckt?" "Es ist ausgeschlossen!" "Trimmed with black lace." "This is not any silk, but crepe de Chine." "Your girls do not want a shiny lustre." "The crepe has a flecked feel to it, so that it is made of tiny shadows, moving, like secrets." "Hmm." "Secrets?" "I like it." "Gut." "Clara." "I'm not the new girl any more." "I will not let you undermine me." "No, you are queen of Ladieswear - as you planned it when you came here." "I didn't ask for this advancement." "I didn't set out to hurt or harm you." "Did you go running to Mr Moray with your triumph?" ""Haven't you done well, Denise!" "Aren't you a little wonder, Denise!"" "Don't fool yourself." "You cannot have him." "You are a shop girl." "If that was what he wanted..." "I sold a hat." "Well, I almost sold a hat." "She said she liked it and she may come back tomorrow." "So, that's good." "Because The Paradise is to expand, the boss will need more buyers, assistant managers." "Perhaps not this year, but next year." "I'm still young." "My point is, Mr Dudley was once a draper like me." "I know Mr Moray likes us, the customers like us." "I know my job." "I watch Mr Dudley, so I know his job." "I shan't always be a counter-jumper, Denise." "Do you see?" "No, Sam, I don't see." "Perhaps I'm not tall enough." "Is my face the wrong shape?" "You have a fine face." "Sam, I don't want..." "Love?" "A sweetheart." "There's plenty of girls in there, you know, most of them, I like." "Some I even find attractive." "But you, Denise..." "Sam, please, don't." "Don't say it?" "Don't think it." "Don't feel it." "You must want some day to be in love." "Some day." "I expect." "I don't want to be..." "Miss Audrey?" "There is a woman, I read about her, she has been granted a certificate to be a medical doctor." "Now you have lost me." "You want to be a doctor?" "Sam, don't tease me." "I want to be a woman with a calling." "You think it's not possible to be somebody and be in love." "I suppose I do think that, yes." "Well, your uncle likes us, and I consider that a good start." "Uncle, what is it?" "I've been a fool." "I've been blind and deaf, no more use than a dog with no nose." "What have you done?" "Audrey." "I know what ails her." "What are you doing, Clara?" "If I was to knock, I know you wouldn't let me in." "What happened between us does not mean that you are beyond..." "That night, when I was here with you, you spoke of your wife." "You spoke with such sorrow." "I've never seen such pain." "I thought you might die of it." "I might... die of it." "That is how it feels, sometimes." "You know that I can soothe those feelings for you... for one night." "You know that I can give you comfort." "I know you'll never love me... but I love it that you need me sometimes." "I've lost my child and you've lost your wife." "We'll always have this bond." "I need you to leave, Clara." "Do you hear me?" "If you stay, I will never forgive you." "Go, before you lose everything." "You are to stay in bed for as long as it takes, Audrey." "Do not concern yourself with Ladieswear." "Everything there is operating smoothly." "Since the doctor can't tell us exactly what ails you, then we are not sure whether this is cause for us to feel some relief, or more concern." "Perhaps you were just over tired." "We will call in to see you again tomorrow." "I am instructing you not to give a thought to the department." "The department..." "You didn't say a word to her." "Didn't I?" "Moray, I've been watching you and what I see is not Moray." "Oh, how you do like to exaggerate, Dudley." "I can diagnose you in two words:" "Peter and Adler." "Absolutely not." "You know me better than that." "If anything, I feel... relief." "Ah - it must be relief that's making you so quiet, so withdrawn, so distracted." "My apologies." "I think we will call out another doctor." "Yes!" "What is it, Denise?" "Sir." "Tomorrow it is Miss Audrey's birthday." "Ah." "There we have it." "How do you know about this?" "Would you allow me not to tell you that, sir?" "Well, some things are better kept hidden." "Even from me." "There's something else." "Miss Audrey, her ailments..." "I have heard that in the past they have been known to have been caused by apprehension and distress." "Miss Audrey?" "Nervous?" "I cannot help wondering if I am the cause of her troubled soul, the way in which you favour me." "Jealous?" "No." "I will not believe it." "I fear that by putting me in charge..." "I've made things worse." "Oh, poor Audrey." "Of course, the more I praise you, the more she will feel threatened." "I must speak with Miss Audrey in the morning." "Oh, it is you." "What a surprise." "Miss Glendenning." "I hope you will excuse me for calling upon you like this." "Has something happened?" "Is Moray..." "Moray is..." "I am here on Moray's behalf, so to speak." "If you are here to implore me then I must advise you that it is too late." "No, Ma'am." "It is not too late." "I fear it was always too late with Moray." "He loves his wife still." "He would be a lesser man if he did not." "If you were the one who had married him and - forgive the macabre turn, Miss Glendenning - if you had died, what kind of man would that make him if he all-too-easily forsook you?" "Helene rules him." "What I know is this - he is pining for you." "Then why are you here and not Moray?" "Because he denies it." "He can hardly admit it to himself, let alone you." "Miss Glendenning, Moray is my greatest friend and I cannot bear to see him suffer." "You are a good friend to him." "I felt it my duty to tell you what I see in him." "And if you were to go to him," "I sense he would be ready to be more honest about his feelings for you." "It is no longer possible." "I have made a promise." "Then permit me to bid you good day, ma'am, and forgive me if my visit was ill-timed." "May I come in?" "Oh, Mr Moray." "Just a moment." "Proceed." "How are you today?" "Much improved, sir." "I am sorry that I've made you so ill." "Sir, I..." "What on earth?" "!" "Why would you say such a thing?" "Heavens!" "I have neglected you." "I have failed to cherish you as you deserve." "Oh..." "I shower praise on the younger girls... only to encourage them, you understand... but I have taken my leading lady for granted." "Sir, I assure you - I would not be so childish as to require your affirmation at every turn." "May I?" "Audrey..." "I need you." "Ladieswear is like a flickering light without your leadership." "The younger girls burn brightly, but we require authority, experience, maturity." "These are the qualities that I depend upon." "The Eberhart sale went well, but the girls are bickering." "The place feels like an abandoned ship, to wit!" "So I have decided my only option is to close down the department until you are fit enough to return." "Oh, sir, it would be unthinkable to the draw the curtains across Ladieswear... we have our reputation to consider." "I will take my place in the morning." "Thank you." "I do not wish to take advantage of your good nature, but might you feel well enough to come down into the store this evening?" "There is a rather... delicate matter I wish you to cast your eyes over." "Sir, if I were to have something to eat first," "I might find the strength." "Perhaps... if you were to take my arm...?" "You want me to be happy, don't you, Papa?" "I have tried with Peter." "I like him... but I cannot spend my life with a man I like." "I love Moray." "I love him." "Don't make me sorry." "I want to be happy." "I know that if I go to him, if I tell him..." "You will break us all... but it seems I cannot stop you." "Good evening." "Here to see Miss Glendenning." "I can't." "Katherine, stay here." "Sit down." "I will send Peter to you." "You can tell him yourself." "No, you can't." "Please, you mustn't make me." "You will face who you are... and what you do to people that love you." "I am sorry, Peter." "I am truly sorry that I let you grow fond of me... let you hope." "I only ever wanted Moray." "I only ever loved him." "I cannot help myself." "Is it Perfumes, sir?" "I have always considered their displays to be rather shoddy, though I felt it was not my place to say so." "No, it is not perfumes." "Haberdashery perhaps?" "The presentation is sprightly enough, but one can't help but feel that so much more could be achieved with ribbons and buttons." "The Haberdashery will have to wait another day for your attentions." "Oh." "Happy Birthday, Miss Audrey!" "Happy birthday, Audrey." "My leading lady." "Oh, sir, really." "There was no call for such a profusion!" "Miss Audrey, Happy birthday." "Oh..." "Care for a drink, Miss Audrey?" "Denise?" "Happy Birthday, Miss Audrey..." "Yes, thank you." "It is most unexpected and exceedingly flattering." "Mr Moray has been most forthright in his generosity and his appreciation of me." "We all appreciate you, Ma'am." "He has experienced what happens when responsibility is handed to those who may be full of vim, but are found to be lacking when it comes to authority." "We are all glad to have you back, Miss Audrey." "And now that I am restored - fully restored, Denise..." "I am sure it will be a great relief to you to be returned to your proper place." "Mr Moray has assured me that I have complete command." "From now on, child, we must observe proper propriety... should you have any more ideas, you will bring them to me." "I understand." "You will not approach Mr Moray." "You will not seek his opinion or his permission." "Is that clear?" "It is, Miss Audrey." "Audrey, would you be so kind as to dance with me?" "Oh, Mr Moray..." "Why, of course." "He will realise that he must devote himself to me." "I must have the barber's shop." "Take up the loan soon, Moray." "Or the funds will be withdrawn." "That man will own the whole street." "You toyed with him and now it's his turn to toy with you." "I'm a partner here." "No." "He's too busy peering at the girls." "I suggest you tread extremely carefully." "Let go of me!"