Sense And Sensibility Page #4

- Do you know it?

- Plymouth? No.

I was four years there.

In a school run by Mr. Pratt.

- Pratt?

- Precisely. Pratt.

While I was there ...

That is to say, he had a ...

has a ...

You're needed in London

this instant.

- I'm leaving this afternoon.

- Mamma wishes you to leave at once.

Excuse me.

Edward promised

he would bring the atlas to Barton.

I'll wager he will do so

in less than a fortnight.

Dear Edward ...

Hello there!

Sir John ...

Dear ladies!

Upon my word! Here you are!

- Sir John, your kindness ...

- None of that! Hush, please!

Here is my dear mamma-in-law,

Mrs. Jennings.

You must be Mrs. Dashwood. Was

Your journey tolerable? Poor souls!

Why did you not

come up to the park first?

- We saw you pass.

- I made John call the carriage.

- She would not wait.

- We have so little company.

I feel as though I know you already.

Delightful creatures!

- You'll dine at Barton Park daily.

- Dear Sir John. we cannot ...

No refusals! I'm quite deaf to them.

But I insist!

Let us settle in.

But thank you very much.

Send your man up for the carriage

as soon as you're ready. Goodbye.

Don't thank us.

Your feet are cold.

What have you been doing?

You can grow potatoes in this dirt.

It's cold. I'm cold.

Where can Brandon be?

I hope he's not lamed his horse.

Col. Brandon is the most

eligible bachelor in the county.

He is bound to go for one of you.

He's a better age for Miss Dashwood.

But I dare say she's left her heart

behind in Sussex.

I see you, Miss Marianne! I think

I've unearthed a secret.

You are worse than my best pointer.

Is he a butcher. baker. candlestick

maker? I'll winkle it out of you.

- She's good at winkling.

- We've none of us any secrets here.

Or if we do.

we do not keep them long.

- He's curate of the parish.

- Or perhaps a handsome lieutenant.

- Give us a clue. Is he in uniform?

- He has no profession.

He's a gentleman?

- You know there is no such person.

- There is. His name begins with F.

F? A promising letter.

Foster?

Forrest? Fotheringay? Featherty?

- Fortescue?

- Fondant?

Might I play your pianoforte?

Yes. of course.

- We don't stand on ceremony here.

- Please forgive ...

I cannot remember when we last

had a song in the house.

Brandon! Come and meet

our beautiful new neighbours.

What a pity you're late.

You have not heardyour songbird.

A great pity.

This is my good friend Col. Brandon.

We served in the East Indies.

- Not a better fellow in the world.

- You've been to the East Indies?

- What's it like?

- Hot.

The air is full of spices.

Now. Miss Dashwood.

it's your turn to entertain us.

And I believe I know

what key you will sing in.

F-major ...

You have no right to parade

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