Tom Jones Page #4

If I have preserved you, madam,

I am sufficiently repaid. Agh...

I hope you're not hurt.

If I have broken my arm, it is a trifle

compared to my fears on your account.

Broken your arm?!

I'm afraid I have, madam.

Yet I have another to lead you home.

Look at him, ma'am. He's the most

handsome man I ever saw in my life.

Why, Honor, I do believe

you're in love with him.

I assure you, ma'am, I'm not.

If you were, I see no reason

that you should be ashamed of it.

For he is certainly a handsome fellow.

That he is - the most handsome man

I ever saw in my life.

And, as you say, ma'am, I don't know why

I should be ashamed of looking at him,

even though he is my better.

For gentlefolk are but flesh and blood,

like us servants.

I am an honest person's child,

and my mother and father were married -

which is more than some people can say.

Honor!

My grandfather was a clergyman,

and he'd have been very angry

to have thought any of his family had

taken up with Molly Seagrim's leavings.

Why, ma'am,

the young gentleman is awake.

Yes. You've awakened him

with your foolish chatter.

I feel awake for the first time, madam.

"... after narrow scru...

narrow scrutiny,

found some magical books... " Ha-haar!

"... several vials of strange liquors,

pots of ointment... "

Remember that picnic, Sister, last year,

when Western sat on a wasps' nest?

I shall never forget it!

Oh, it's so beautiful this summer.

Brother... Brother...

- Brother!

- Whoa! Whoa!

- I can't...

- It's all right. It's all right.

Why the long face, Blif?

- Such a terrible thing.

- What's happened?

There's been an accident.

My mother is dead.

Blif...

And Squire Allworthy?

He's not expected to live.

Shh.

Fever has developed and there

is little hope. We can only pray.

Something for which

you have scant relish!

"Forasmuch as it hath pleased

Almighty God of 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,

in sure and certain hope

of the resurrection to eternal life,

through our Lord Jesus Christ. Amen. "

Well, there's another one gone.

So sorry.

Cheer up, lad.

She will be with the angels, my boy.

Our mortal forms are but shadows

of a purer reality.

- Thank you for your comforting words.

- She was a great lady.

Sir, some time before your mother died

she gave me a letter.

Her instructions were to hand it

to Mr Allworthy as she was buried.

I will give it to my uncle.

She expressly said

into no hands but Mr Allworthy's.

Lawyer Dowling, if my uncle lives

he will need a new steward.

I intend to recommend you.

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