That's why you've been put to stay
in this dog's misery.

It's as much like college as I could make it.
Look at the view, though.
There. You may shoot rabbits from this window.
Oh, it is jolly for me, coming here.
Well, this place will never seem the same again.
- I shall love it at last.
- Would there be anything else, sir?

No, thank you, Milly.
No, that's all.

We're up the staircase by ourselves.
We need never be in any other part of the house,
apart from meals, that is.

I'll leave you to unpack.
See you down there.

I hope you can find
enough to amuse yourself, Mr. Hall.

So we dressed and came down
to find water lapping...

at the foot of the staircase...
and all the waiters
wearing green leather waders.

Yes, it was.
Oh, yes, that's right.
This house is his.
Did he tell you?

- No, he didn't.
- Oh, it is.

Under my late husband's will.
I must move to the dower house
as soon as he marries.

A fourth year at Cambridge
would little profit a yokel like Clive.

He must take his place
here in the countryside.

There's the game to consider.
There are the tenants.
There'll be his duties as a magistrate.

And unless there's a war...
there's his political future.
He ought to spend the year
traveling instead.

He must see America
and, if possible, the colonies.