An Education Page #5

as blind as Mr. Rochester.

You may or may not have noticed,

I'm trying to stir the subject away...

...from Jenny's lurid love-life

and into the matter in hand.

And it's clear from this evidence...

...that most of you know

far too much about the former...

...and next to nothing

about the latter.

Reluctantly, I have to admit that

Jenny is clearly an expert on both.

Excellent as always, Jenny.

Hello.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- Hello.

Any further bids?

Sold them for 60 guineas.

- Hello.

- You're late.

We now turn to lot 41.

"The Tree of Forgiveness"

by Sir Edward Burne-Jones.

This is a rare opportunity to purchase

a key work of the Pre-Raphaelite movement.

- Who will start me off at 100 guineas?

- Is it that one?

Yes, that's the one.

Fifty guineas?

Twenty guineas?

Thank you.

Forty?

Thank you.

Do I hear sixty?

Eighty guineas?

Thank you, sir.

Another one, one hundred guineas?

One hundred and twenty?

No further bids?

Your turn.

- What?

- Any further bids?

- Any more?

- Quick!

One hundred and twenty guineas from

the very eager new bidder.

One hundred and forty, madam?

Thank you.

One hundred and sixty.

One hundred and eighty.

Thank you.

Two hundred guineas?

Two hundred and twenty?

Another one, madam?

Sold for two hundred guineas.

Thank you.

Your name, please?

Mellor.

Now we move on to lot 42.

Thank you very much.

I couldn't have possibly

bought it without you.

Just a couple of years ago, you'd

pick one of them for fifty quid.

- No one was interested.

- Oh, I'd have been so interested.

As you can see,

I just love things.

That's not a Lockey-Hill!

There aren't many people

who come in here and say that.

- Certainly not me.

- Oh, it's beautiful.

- Do you play?

- I used to.

I vowed to myself that

one day I'd own one of these.

And now I do,

I want to never touch it.

It's vulgar really,

putting it on display.

- Give it to Jenny.

- Huh?

- I think that would be even more vulgar.

- Play for us, Jenny.

No. I mean, one day.

When I'm good enough.

- Oh, she's good enough now.

- David, you've never seen me play.

I can come and hear you in Oxford,

when you get there.

We should all go and spend

a weekend in Oxford.

Straw boaters...

- punting, cream teas, anti...

- Boats?

...quarian bookshops.

Bit of business, if we can find it.

What about next weekend?

Yes.

I wouldn't be allowed to do that.

I'll talk to them.

You're going to ask my father...

...if you can take me away

for the weekend?

- He'd have you arrested.

- We'll see.

- I bet you can't.

- How much?

I'd be careful, if I were you, Jenny.

You don't know

who you're dealing with.

Half-a-crown.

You're on.

How do you know Danny?

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