"Little Becky Sharp." "Give us a kiss." "Pretty, pretty girl." "Turn around." "Not too much, Pa." "Miss Murphy, will you hold the damn pose?" "" Savez-vous planter les choux? "" "" À la mode, à la mode "" "" Savez-vous planter les choux? "" "" À la mode de chez nous? "" "" À la mode, à la mode "" "" À la mode, à la mode "" "" Savez-vous planter les choux? "" "" À la mode de chez nous? "" "" Savez-vous planter les choux? "" "" À la mode, à la mode "" "" Savez-vous planter les choux? "" "" À la mode de chez nous? "" "" À la mode "" "" Savez-vous planter les choux? "" "" À la mode de chez nous? "" "Alors, très bien, mes enfants." "Ça, c'est ma dernière leçon française." "That's the last lesson you'll ever get from me for I'm leaving today and you'll never see me again." "Alors, répétez après moi:" "Au revoir, mes amies." "Bonne chance." "Et baisez mon cul." "Et baisez mon cul." "Merci." "Très bien." "Au revoir." "Ready, Amelia?" "Yes." "Come on." "Let's say good-bye to the old women." ""I have the honor to present Miss Amelia Sedley" ""to her parents as a young lady not unworthy..."" "Oh, by no means, sister." ""...of their polished and refined circle." ""In leaving the mall," ""Miss Amelia carries with her the hearts of her companions..."" "Oh, so beautifully you put it, sister." ""...and affectionate regards of her mistress" ""these last six years." ""Your obliged and humble servant," ""Barbara Pinkerton." ""P.S." ""Miss Sharp" ""accompanies Miss Sedley." ""It is particularly requested that Miss Sharp's stay with you" ""may not exceed ten days," ""at which time she is to take up the post of governess in a very good family. "" "Ah, here you are." "Come in, Miss Sedley." "And, Miss Sharp, I suppose." "Miss Sedley," "Amelia, my dear child." "We wish you all the good fortune in the world." "See?" "Johnson's Dictionary- to remind you of your time here." "Thank you, Miss Pinkerton." "Miss Sharp," "I bid you good day." "I make no presentation." "You've shown yourself incapable of gratitude." "I beg your pardon." "I taught a little French here and you paid me a pittance for it." "No occasion for gratitude on either side, I should say." "Bye, Miss Jemima." "Oh, good-bye, Becky dear." "This all your luggage, miss?" "Yes, it is." "What of it?" "I only asked." "Hand me in, then." "All aboard, John." "Stop!" "Sandwiches, my dears." "And, Becky, I brought you a dictionary after all, but don't tell my sister." "Good-bye, my dears!" "Tell her she can keep her dictionary." "Thank God I'm out of that house." "I wish it were at the bottom of the Thames." "Becky, how can you dare have such wicked, revengeful thoughts?" "Revenge may be wicked, but it's natural." "I've been treated worse than any servant in the kitchen." "I should have told her to baiser mon cul, except she doesn't understand a word of French." "I know baiser is to kiss, but..." "Let's see what her letter says." "Oh, Becky." "Did you say your brother will be coming to supper tonight?" "Yes, he's newly returned from India." "And his wife, I expect." "No, Joseph isn't married." "Oh, isn't he?" "No, there were no white women in Boggley Wollah." "I believe Joseph has been very lonely there." "Emmy, my darling!" "Miss Sharp." "So pleased to meet you, ma'am." "Well, you're very, very welcome, my dear." "Now, come in." "What's this, then?" "That's Miss Sharp's luggage, that is." "Travels a bit light, don't she?" "Governess- riffraff." "Ah." "Look at these lovely shawls." "Joseph brought them back from India." "It must be delightful to have a brother." "I want you to have one of them." "Which do you like best?" "Truly?" "My poor father could never afford to give me anything." "I've never had more than two frocks." "Oh..." "How you must love your brother." "Shall we go down?" "Then you can meet him for yourself." "Don't be alarmed, Joseph." "It's only your sister." "This is my friend, Miss Sharp." "Yes." "You've heard me mention her, I know." "No, never." "Upon my word." "That is to say, um..." "Abominable cold weather, miss." "He's very handsome." "Do you think so?" "I'll tell him." "No, please." "Don't think of it." "Shall we have the pleasure of your company at dinner, Mr. Sedley?" "What?" "Good Lord, no." "That is to say, um..." "I promised Bonamy, you know." "My buggy should be at the door this moment." "Uh, oh, Lord." "Well, well." "Papa!" "Schooldays are over, eh?" "Come and give your old papa a kiss." "Oh..." "That's it." "That's my good girl." "And this is your friend, Emmy?" "Miss Sharp, I'm very happy to meet you." "Sir." "What have you been doing to Joseph?" "He says he won't dine with us, Papa." "Can't, sir, not in this rig-out." "Impossible." "Nonsense." "Chap like you, handsome enough to dine anywhere." "Isn't he, Miss Sharp?" "Mmm." "Excellent." "Capital, Mother." "Good as my own curries in India, hmm?" "Oh..." "I must try some if it's an Indian dish." "I'm sure everything must be good that comes from there." "Oh, be careful, Becky." "Delicious." "You like it as well as everything else that comes from India, Miss Sharp?" "Mmm, excellent." "Hmm." "Try a chili with it, Miss Sharp." "Oh, yes." "How fresh and cool they look." "Becky!" "Well, Emmy, your friend's got pluck, I'll say that." "Well done, Miss Sharp." "More curry?" "For shame, sir, to take advantage of my innocence." "But truly, truly..." "Did you think him handsome, Becky?" "Yes, truly, I did." "And what's more important..." "I'm sure he has a warm heart" "And that's worth more than anything, far more than riches." "Oh, I believe Joseph is quite rich." "Oh?" "He is the collector of Boggley Wollah, you know." "No need to rub so hard, Mrs. Blenkinsop." "What a wonderful picture." "How brave you must be to sit up so high." "Oh, don't know about that, you know, uh..." "What a big..." "Nose he has." "Trunk." "We call that his trunk." "Oh." "Yes." "And in India..." "Hmm?" "Do all the gentlemen ride about on elephants every day as they do on horses here?" "No, not every day, uh, but for tiger-hunting and suchlike..." "Tigers?" "You go tiger hunting?" "Truly?" "I should be terrified." "And have you shot any?" "More or less, you know." "Um..." "Like to see the tiger could get the better of Jos Sedley." "That girl's setting her cap at our Jos." "The artful little creature." "She'll go tomorrow." "Well, why shouldn't she, if she's a mind to him, hmm?" "That boy's destined to be a prey to women." "She has no breeding, John." "Her father was only a drawing master." "We haven't all that much breeding ourselves, Mrs. Sedley." "Mama..." "Miss Sharp has no kind parents to arrange these delicate matters for her." "Jos." "Do you remember promising to take me to Vauxhall Gardens when I was old enough?" "Me?" "No, never." "Yes, you did." "And now will be the perfect time, when Becky is with us." "Oh, delightful." "I've always longed to see Vauxhall." "Then, uh, at your service, Miss Sharp." "Hold on, hold on." "The girls should have a gentleman apiece." "Emmy, send round to number 96 and ask George Osborne if he'll come." "Oh, is..." "Is the regiment returned?" "Yeah, I heard it in the club this morning." "But do you think it would be proper of me to invite him?" "Well, of course, it would." "You've been sweethearts since you were children, haven't you?" "Papa!" "You mustn't talk so before Miss Sharp." "Jos..." "Has this Mr. George Osborne really been Emmy's sweetheart since you were little?" "No" " Papa loves to tease me" "But, you know, I have known him ever so long." "Papa helped Mr. Osborne, George's father, to get started in business and I think he and Mr. Osborne have always hoped and intended that one day George and I..." "And indeed, I have always liked George more than anyone." "He's the sweetest, kindest, bravest..." "Oh, Becky, I believe he's the best of men." "Hmm." "Is he very handsome?" "Oh, I think so." "I think he's handsomer than any man I've ever set eyes on." "He's a lieutenant in the 130th, you know." "Oh, Becky." "What is it?" "There, it is he." "Well..." "Here's a turnup." "I was just coming to call." "This is my friend, Miss Sharp." "Delighted to make your acquaintance, Miss Sharp." "Thank you, sir." "Hello, Jos, how are you?" "Oh, I'm..." "Well, now you ask, my liver ain't too..." "Will you come to heel, sir?" "Oh, yes." "W-we were planning a little outing tomorrow evening, uh, Amelia, Miss Sharp, and I, to Vauxhall Gardens." "Care to join us?" "Vauxhall Gardens?" "Capital idea, Jos." "Capital idea." "Well, are we all ready?" "I've remembered who you are, Miss Sharp." "Your, uh, father was drawing master at Pinkerton's, wasn't he?" "And you were engaged to, uh, talk French to the girls, am I right?" "Yes, sir, quite right, and soon, I'm to leave all my friends behind me to become a governess." "Sir Pitt has summoned me early." "So I shall be quite beneath the notice of fine gentlemen like yourself and Mr. Sedley." "I say, now- deuce take it- that's not on, I mean..." "Oh, by the way, I hope there's room." "I've invited Captain Dobbin, of our regiment to go with us to Vauxhall." "God knows," "He's no Adonis." "But he's, uh wonderfully useful for carrying shawls, finding waiters, and so on." "Captain Dobbin." "Sorry I'm late, George." "Amelia, I don't think you remember Captain William Dobbin of the 130th, and this is Miss Rebecca Sharp." "Well, come on, Dobbin." "What are you staring at, you gawky?" "I-I had not thought that Miss Sedley would have grown up to be so beautiful." "Well, good God, man, why shouldn't she have done?" "And there's another lady present, William." "Oh, Miss Sharp..." "I do beg your pardon." "I-I didn't mean..." "Granted, I'm sure." "Oh, we all have to forgive Dobbin." "He's the clumsiest man alive, but there's not a finer fellow in the service." "But I remember you" "Miss Sedley, from when you were a small child." "And I remember you, Captain Dobbin." "Indeed, I always had an idea that you were at least seven foot high." "Well, now, ain't that touching?" "Miss Sedley?" "Miss Sharp?" "Very nicely turned out." "Are you available, darling?" "I say, Dobbin, just look to the, uh, shawls and things, there's a good fellow, and make sure we get a decent table for supper." "If we get separated, we'll all meet there." "Now, Miss Sharp, don't lead young Jos astray." "Amelia." "And did you ever think of me, George, when you were so far away?" "Did I ever think of you?" "Every hour of every day, Emmy." "Oh, George." "Help me!" "Help!" "Please, help me!" "Help!" "Bravo!" "So, what is there besides tigers and elephants?" "Oh, uh..." "Parades, you know..." "Durbars- th-they're like gatherings of the clans- and balls." "And what sort of people go to the balls?" "Too many Scotsmen, I can tell you that." "Yes." "I-I can't abide a Scotsman, you know." "And some damn fine pretty ladies, too." "But..." "But..." "What, Joseph?" "There's precious few of them as pretty as you, Becky." "Oh..." "You mustn't say such things, for I'm sure you don't mean them." "I-Indeed I do mean them, Becky." "I daresay you've said them to a score of girls before." "Oh!" "Not I." "Well." "I'll believe you, then." "Oh, how I should love to see India." "Should you?" "Oh, I should." "Ah, well..." "You know..." "Stranger things have happened." "Oh, Mr. Sedley..." "Joseph..." "What do you mean?" "Oh." "What a fright." "Good Lord, fireworks already?" "That means it's suppertime." "I'm deuced hungry, ain't you?" "Starving." "And the governor himself- that's Lord Minto, you know..." "Uh, fine man..." "Knows me well." "He says, in front of them all, you know- uh, nabobs and rajahs, the whole panjandrum" ""No," he says, "We won't begin without Tiger Sedley."" ""Tiger Sedley?" "Well, well, well, who-who's that?"" "says the nawab of Pataudi." ""Why, the collector of Boggley Wollah," says Minto." ""A very good friend of mine."" ""I'm not going hunting without my friend Tiger Sedley." ""Because he can shoot tigers." "Yes, bang, bang."" "Go it, Fatty." "Yeah, I do go to it." ""Tiger Sedley"- th-they call me that, you know, because I shoot tigers." "Those poor tigers." "I'm surprised there's any left alive." "Oh, there's plenty left, you know." "India's full of them." "When I go to..." "If I should go to India," "I'm sure I would feel safe with you, Joseph." "Yes." "Let's have a bowl of rack punch." "Waiter?" "Waiter?" "Find a waiter, Dobbin." "Becky..." "Excuse us, gentlemen." "Of course." "Where are they going?" "They've gone to piss, Jos." "Ladies do it, too, you know." "Now..." "What are you up to with that little governess, you rogue?" "Nothing disreputable, George." "I say, she's as fine a girl as ever I saw." "She can speak French better than..." "Better than Lady Minto." "I wager she'd be a sensation at the Calcutta Ball and you, you can see for yourself" "Lord knows how, but somehow the poor girl's fallen madly in love with me." "Damn me, I shouldn't be surprised if I pop the question tonight." "And what question would that be, Jos?" "Now, George." "Why, ask the girl to marry me, what else?" "Waiter, rack punch." "How many more times?" "And how long have you known her, Jos?" "What's that got to do with it?" "Jos Sedley is a man of decision." "If I were you, I'd sleep on it." "In my view, young Becky Sharp is not the sort of girl... one has to marry, if you see what I mean." "I don't know what you mean, sir, and I don't care to." "Becky Sharp is an angel!" "And I don't care who hears me say so." "Waiter, rack punch!" "How many more times?" "Rack punch for the fat gent, waiter." "Then let's see him walk the high wire." "I can hold my liquor, sir, as well as any man alive." "Oh!" "At last." "This is the stuff." "I say, Jos, don't you think you've had enough?" "Nonsense." "Whoever went to Vauxhall and never had a bowl of rack punch?" "Well, it may make him incapable of the other sort of folly." "He'll be incapable of anything at all in half an hour." "Perhaps we should think about getting him home." "Mmm, excellent." "If you see to that, old friend," "I'll look after the young ladies." "How's that?" "Fair division of labor?" "And do you really think he will declare himself tonight?" "I think he was on the brink of it just before the fireworks." "Perhaps a little rack punch will give him the courage." "Oh, Becky, think if we were to be married together." "Oh, I would be so happy." "Oh, Lord, now what's the matter?" "I'll go a round with every man jack of you, I will!" "Oh, there you are, my dearest, diddle-diddle darling." "Round we go." "Mr. Sedley." "Joseph, please, put me down." "Come on, Jos." "Call me "Tiger."" "Come on, Tiger." "Let's get you home." "I'm sure he'll be back here first thing in the morning to see you, Becky." "Well, I wish he could take his liquor as well as he takes his curry." "And how did Emmy fare this evening?" "Oh, I was so happy." "Is he not the very best and most beautiful man?" "He's very handsome." "As to the rest, well..." "I hope you get what you deserve." "And I pray that I don't." "He must propose tomorrow." "There you are, Joseph." "Thank you, Dobbin." "You're a good chap." "Oh, Lord." "That rack punch is the foulest potion." "I shall never drink alcohol again, Dobbin." "And I advise you not to." "Morning, Sedley." "How are you?" "No bones broken?" "Morning, Dobbin." "Morning, George." "I say, Jos, there's a hackney coachman outside with a black eye and a tied-up jaw." "He says he'll have the law on you." "Law?" "What do you mean?" "For thrashing him last night." "You hit out like Molyneux." "The duty sergeant says he never saw a man go down so straight." "I believe I am very terrible when roused." "Oh, Lord, it..." "Could we buy him off, do you think?" "Why didn't you stop me, Dobbin?" "You?" "Terrible." "You could hardly stand, let alone fight." "Old Dobbin here had to carry you upstairs like a baby, didn't you, Dobbin?" "It's true." "And before that, you had the whole of Vauxhall Gardens laughing at you." "You were as drunk as a fiddler's bitch, man." "You made a complete show of yourself." "Your sister was quite disgusted with you." "Dobbin and I were ashamed to be seen with you, weren't we, Dobbin?" "All right, George, steady on." "As for that pert little miss," "I shouldn't think she'll ever speak to you again or even look in your general direction." "Do you remember anything concerning her, Jos?" "Do you remember putting your hands around her waist and twirling her around and calling her your dearest diddle-diddle darling?" "Remember that, Jos?" "Oh, Lord." "And then you fell down." "The first time, that is." "Oh, Lord." "I promised to visit her this morning." "Should I go around, you think, and beg her pardon?" "If I were you..." "I'd leave the country." "I wouldn't show my face within a hundred mile of her." "Write her a note and pack your bags." "That's my advice." "I'll take the message round for you." "Yes." "Perhaps that's best." "Dobbin, could you lend me pen and paper?" "Oh, Lord." "Rack punch is very bad stuff." "Thought you were very hard on poor Sedley, Osborne." "Why should I spare him?" "The great booby." "And I don't like the little schoolgirl ogling and making love to him." "Hang it, the family's low enough without her." "A governess is all very well, but I'd rather have a lady for my sister-in-law." "It's not a crime to be poor, George." "Where is he, then?" "What have you done with him?" "I hope you realize what a prize you've got in Miss Sedley." "She's..." "She's an angel, George." "An angel?" "Yes." "Well, who should know that better than I?" "If you could have seen him this morning, moaning..." "Good morning, Miss Sharp." "Moaning, writhing on the sofa, lolling his tongue out to the doctor." "Who?" "Who do you think?" "Becky, Joseph's going away." ""Dear Amelia, I leave town today for Cheltenham." ""Pray excuse me, if you can," ""to the amiable Miss Sharp for my conduct at Vauxhall" ""and entreat her to pardon and forget every word" ""I may have uttered" ""when excited by that fatal supper." ""And I am truly yours," "Jos Sedley."" "Oh, Becky, I'm so sorry." "Too ashamed to face you, Miss Sharp." "Nothing to be done about it." "And does he act upon the counsel of his friends, Lieutenant Osborne?" "No, indeed, Miss Sharp." "Dobbin and I did everything we could." "But it was no use." "His mind was made up." "He has renounced his diddle-diddle darling forever." "Well, if you should see him, send him my best regards and tell him Miss Sharp forgives him." "Damn you, George Osborne, for being an interfering, officious snob, and damn you, Jos Sedley, for not being able to withstand your overweening friends, and damn you," "Captain Dobbin, for..." "I don't know what." "And damn you, Miss Emmy Sedley, for being rich and happy while I'm poor and put-upon." "Becky, are you really going?" "No point in putting off the inevitable." "Oh, I shall miss you so." "And I you, my dearest..." "My only friend." "Good-bye, Becky, my dear." "It seemed such a short time." "Much too short for me." "I shall miss you all so much." "You're going to a very good family." "The Crawleys of Queens Crawley- they're a very old family." "You'll be in a baronet's family." "And that's a lot higher than what we are, Becky Sharp." "I daresay they live very high." "Very high, indeed." "I doubt their governess does." "Well, here's a little something for you, miss." "Emmy tells me there's no one else to look out for you." "Mr. Sedley, you're too kind to a poor orphan." "Indeed, I've never known such kindness as I've known here." "Well, well, never mind." "You must come and see us whenever you're in town." "Carriage is waiting, miss." "Oh, Becky." "Good-bye, miss." "All the very best." "Nasty little thing." "Ring that bell for me, boy." "Nasty gloomy old place, eh?" "What do you want?" "Is this Sir Pitt Crawley's?" "Yes." "I brought his new governess." "Hand down her trunk, then." "Hand it down yourself." "What do you take me for?" "I'm no porter." "Come on, man, be quick about it, and the little miss will give you some beer." "Oh, well." "If that's the way of it..." "Come along there, little miss." "Take this basket, please." "I shall write to Mr. Sedley and inform him of your conduct." "Ooh, I say." "Whip them up, John." "Not too warm for you?" "How about a drop of beer, little miss?" "Where is Sir Pitt Crawley?" "I think he should be told of my arrival." "He's here." "I'm Sir Pitt Crawley." "Reckon you owes me a pint of beer for bringing in your luggage." "You don't believe me?" "Ask Tinker here." "Mrs. Tinker, Miss Sharp." "Miss Governess, Mrs. Charwoman." "Here's your pipes;" "here's your baccy;" "and here's your porter." "Where is me change?" "One farthing." "You can tell he's a baronet." "Only baronets cares about farthings." "A farthing a day is seven shillings a year." "Seven shillings a year is the interest on seven guineas." "Take care of the farthings and the guineas will come quite natural." "Ah..." "Look at her stare." "You'll know me better afore long, miss." "I'm very sorry for my mistake, Sir Pitt, and I beg that you'll forgive me." "Say now, ain't that prettily spoke?" "Bit for you..." "Bit for me..." "A bit for her." "Nothing like a nice bit of tripe." "See, I'm a baronet, but I don't put on airs and graces." "When I'm in town," "Mrs. Tinker here dines with the family." "Don't you, Tinker?" "I do, sir." "Come on, drink and drink about." "This is my last night in town, Miss Sharp." "As you see, we're shutting up shop here and you and me is off to Queens Crawley first thing tomorrow." "Have you been in town for business or pleasure, sir?" "Business, my dear." "Law business." "He's always at law business." "I've won and lost more lawsuits than any man in England." "Hmm." "Look at all these papers." ""Crawley, baronet, v. Snaffle. "" ""Overseers of Snaily Parish v. Crawley. "" "I'll wager you're a quick reader and write a tolerable hand, eh?" "I ama good reader, sir, and I write a very fair hand, I say so myself." "And you're a pretty little thing, you are." "You are." "I think we'll rub along very nicely, you and I, little miss." "I hope I shall always give satisfaction, sir." "Satisfaction?" "Yes, indeed." "Right, now..." "You'll sleep with Tinker tonight." "It's a big bed." "Plenty of room for two." "Lady Crawley died in it." "I hadn't realized Sir Pitt was a widower." "Widower?" "He not a widower." "No use setting your cap at him, if that's what you was thinking." "It's the first Lady Crawley died in this bed." "Her two sons are grown men now." "I should like to see the governess who could handle Rawdon Crawley." "That's him on the wall there, next to his brother, Pitt." "Well, then he married an ironmonger's daughter- had two girls by her." "That's who you'll be governessing." "Come on." "Look lively." "It's gone 4:00." "Drive on." "I hope you don't feel the cold, miss." "I do, a little, sir." "Soon warm you up." "Here's a rug will cover both of us, you see?" "Thank you, sir." "Ah, well." "Ah, nearly there." "Good day to you." "Good day." "Get off this land, you thieving varmints!" "Pitch into them, Hodgson!" "Flog their little souls out!" "Thieving rogues, the lot of them." "There now, Miss Sharp." "£6,000 of timber in them trees." "First Lady Crawley, always on at me." "Say "those,"" "not "them," Pitt." "Was she right?" "I think she was, sir, strictly speaking." "Rich baronets don't need to be too particular about grammar, as poor governesses must." "That's just what I says." "What a beautiful little church, sir." "Is it yours?" "It is." "And my brother Bute's the vicar of it, damn his eyes." "He's not a bad chap." "Rather set a dogfight than preach a sermon." "You tell him, my beauty, my love." "And his wife's a nasty interfering little body." "Sharp as a tack, she is." "Don't get yourself on the wrong side of her." "Here we are." "Queens Crawley." "What do you think of it?" "It's, uh..." "Very fine, Sir Pitt." "Aye, very fine, I daresay." "Costs a mint to keep up." "Been in the family 400 year or so." "Horrocks?" "Sir." "Show the young lady to her room." "Yes, sir." "You'll meet the family at dinner." "This way, miss." "Now, where's my gun?" "Ha-ha!" "That got him." "Lady Crawley, this is Miss Sharp, new governess." "I'm pleased to meet you, Miss Sharp." "Likewise, milady." "I hope you will be kind to my girls." "Lor', Ma, of course she will." "Lady Crawley don't say much, Miss Sharp, and that suits me well enough." "The first Lady Crawley was such a quarrelsome, high-bred jade, that when she died I said," ""I'll have a nice pretty girl with no airs and graces."" "And..." "That's what I done." "She's not as cheery as I hoped she'd be, but by and large, I don't regret it." "And Pitt here's me elder son by the first Lady Crawley." "He's known as Mr. Crawley." "He's a dull dog, but there you are." "Hmm?" "Ah, how do you do?" "Charmed, I'm sure, sir." "Might I inquire what you're perusing?" "Um, it's a pamphlet of my own composition." "On mal t." "On mal t?" "That's so interesting to me, sir." "I hope you'll let me read it one day." "Why, yes, of course, miss..." "Miss Sharp." "Of course, Miss Sharp, if you wish." "And, uh..." "Is your brother, Mr. Rawdon Crawley, here, as well, sir?" "No." "Rawdon don't care for country life, Miss Sharp, and Pitt here don't care for Rawdon." "Pitt's a bore, you see, and Rawdon's a bit of a blackguard- captain in the Life Guards." "We don't see much of him down at Queens Crawley." "He will come, my dear, when Miss Crawley visits." "The whole family will be here then." "That's because Miss Crawley's got all the money, ain't it, Ma?" "Dinner is served, milady." "About time." "What have we got, Horrocks?" "Potage de mouton à I 'Écossaise, sir, followed by Mouton aux navets." "The side dishes contain pommes de terre au naturel." "Mutton soup and then mutton?" "Yes, sir." "Can't think of anything nicer." "One of our black-faced Scotch, was it?" "Yes, sir." "Excellent." "In we go." "Lord, of all the sins and vices which degrade the human character," "Drunkenness is the most odious and contemptible." "Save us, O Almighty Father, from that undue love of drink which leads to the most monstrous of crimes and occasions the greatest misfortune." "Grant us, O Blessed Redeemer, that strength that we may resist temptation." "For as a drunken man will impoverish his family and often lead them to ruin..." "My dearest Amelia," "What a change between today and yesterday." "Queens Crawley is the ugliest, dismallest place you could imagine." "Sir Pitt is a vulgar old fellow- half drunk from morning to night, but he's quite good-natured and may be getting a soft spot for me." "Caught you, me beauty." "What?" "What's the matter, sir?" "No candles after 11:00." "You can go to bed in the dark, you pretty little hussy, or I'll let Gorer here have you." "He's killed a man, has Gorer." "I believe you, sir." "Blow it out then, my pretty." "Good night, sir." "Good night, me dear."