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If only I could be.

I wish Jos wasn't

taking her to this silly

Vauxhall picnic.

He'll drink too much,

and who knows what he'll say

if the little minx works on him.

LetJos marry whom he likes.

She has no fortune,

but nor had you.

Better her than a black

Mrs. Sedley from Boggley Wollah...

and her dozen

mahogany grandchildren.

Now, now, now.

George,

your Amelia awaits.

Ho-hum, Dobbs.

Unflagging devotion is all very well,

but it does rather take out the challenge.

So tell me, what is

the hanger-on governess like?

Amelia.

Miss Sharp.

Thank you.

Step carefully now.

And here he is. It's George.

My dear Amelia.

I can't tell you how much Becky

has been longing to meet you.

I want to be quite sure you're

good enough for dear Amelia.

And who's to decide? You?

Oh, but, Becky only meant...

Come, Miss Becky.

May I show you the pavilion

and all the delights I've prepared for us?

You may show me anything

you choose, Mr. Sedley.

She was only joking.

I don't care for governesses

to joke at my expense.

Miss Sharp! Miss Sharp!

I thought I was to help unravel your silks,

not to be sold into slavery.

Nonsense, Mr. Sedley.

Stay still, I beg you,

or I shall never have

them untangled.

I surrender.

I am your prisoner.

You have only to ask

and I shall release you.

But...

why would I ever want that?

Hmm.

I hopeJos isn't

getting in too deep.

Becky is my friend,

dearest George.

And I would welcome her

as a sister, as I hope you would.

Biju, we're ready.

Hmm.

Dearest Miss Sharp,

I give him to you.

What?

Your beautiful bird?

No, I couldn't!

You say you love everything

that comes from India.

Take him.

He is my ambassador.

Hello.

Amelia!

Well?

He called me "dearest" twice,

and he squeezed my hand.

And look.

He gave me his precious bird.

- Well, surely that is a good sign.

- I know! I know!

Feel my heart,

how it beats.

What are you playing at

with the little governess?

- Well, I told her I was...

- Jos. Jos.

You've forgotten

how these things work.

Do you think the fellas

down at the club...

would let their wives

dine with a governess?

Seriously, Jos,

if I'm to marry your sister...

lf?

What are they talking about?

Can you guess?

Yes.

I think I probably can.

Oh, Becky, who knows?

It might turn out to be

a blessing in disguise.

The disguise

is very convincing.

Good luck.

Here. This is for you.

Oh.

It's one of my father's.

I've nothing else to give.

Oh, I couldn't.

Take it.

I want you to have it.

At least I know

it will be safe with you.

Oh, Becky!

Good stuff! Inside!

Off I go then.

Couldn't I pay for a seat inside?

They're all taken.

But don't worry.

I prefer the open air.

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