Oscar and Lucinda Page #3

Hold them up to the light. Compare them.

The London, this one.

It's quite yellow. And this is...

It is so clear.

It is lovely.

Now the pice de rsistance.

- No, you must not!

- Why must I not?

Because you know what will happen...

When it is gone.

I'm sorry.

Nothing to be sorry for.

The glassworks that are for sale

in Darling Harbor...

- I wish to buy them.

- To buy?

Would you help me?

But I have no knowledge

of the commercial side.

My theory is adequate, of course.

I'll be there in a minute.

Very good, sir.

Don't worry about him. Stay, please.

Soon, though,

I have clergyman's business to attend to.

You cannot help me.

On the contrary, of course I shall help you

to buy your glassworks.

- I have more than 10,000.

- The deuce you do.

Will you take the plunge with me?

Monsieur Leplastrier.

15, 16, 17, 18, 19...

Stop. More for you, less for the poor.

- But this is all I need.

- You need new togs.

What is wrong with my togs?

Everything.

You rake it in, then throw it away.

Look at you. You look like a scarecrow.

Perhaps because I'm wearing your coat.

Pardon me.

You've paid your buttery bill, I inquired.

And drinking coffee.

- No, not coffee.

- No?

I have a question for you.

It is this:
Do you have an income?

No, thank you. I'd rather stand.

I will take it very ill if you trick me.

I have not tricked you.

It's 15 years since I could afford coffee.

You, a poor creature

who has nothing in the world...

Save what I can scrape together,

is so gracious as to send me...

This luxury.

I only wish you not to worry.

God will provide for me.

Did you not enjoy your coffee?

Do not be so simple.

You are poisoned by your father's ideas.

- I may be simple...

- Your father is paying you.

I swear he is not. He would not

pay a penny to send me here.

We've only met four times

since we parted.

Then where does the money come from?

I am here in Oxford to raise funds

for the restoration of my little church.

Now you must promise me...

Never to be involved in anything amiss.

I cannot have my name brought low.

My dear Mr. Stratton...

There is no need for such a promise.

I sent you the coffee

because I love you both.

I meant no offense.

Miss.

Would you leave the glass samples out,

please, Kate?

- Just like that, miss?

- I have them all in categories, you see.

The Rev. Dennis Hasset

knew his behavior was reckless.

His diary recorded the first meeting

with this unusual girl...

and after that, many red slashes

across previous appointments...

even one parish meeting.

You were right in your choice of the navy.

Excellent.

Who is that creature?

Sydney got ready to be scandalized.

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