:20:01
Is she, Pitt? No.
:20:04
Pitt's mother, my first wife,
she was the daughter of a lord,
:20:09
which makes him grander
than all of us put together,
doesn't it, Pitt?
:20:14
Whatever you say, sir.
:20:17
Oh, yes. Very grand.
:20:20
Too grand for me.
But this one ain't.
:20:23
Her father was an ironmonger,
wasn't he, my lady?
:20:28
He was, sir.
Yeah.
:20:31
When shall we discuss
the girls' lessons?
:20:33
My strengths are music,
drawing and French,
:20:36
but I can teach them
whatever you wish.
:20:38
You'll be kind to my girls,
Miss Sharp?
:20:42
Oh!
:20:44
Don't worry. I'll treat them
just as sensitively as they deserve.
:20:48
Hmph.
Hmph.
:20:51
What is this?
It's, uh,
:20:54
"Potage de mouton à I'Ecossaise. '"
:20:56
Oh, mutton broth.
:20:59
What sheep was it, Horrocks?
When did you kill?
:21:02
One of the black-faced Scots, Sir Pitt.
We killed on Thursday.
:21:06
Did she squeal?
Didn't she just.
:21:09
Oh, good.
Always improves the flavor, that.
:21:14
Oh.
"To be honest, dearest Amelia,
:21:17
"Sir Pitt is not what you and I
would think a baronet should be.
:21:20
More ancient stable than ancient fable."
:21:26
No lights after 11:;00,
you little hussy.
:21:30
Go to bed in the dark,
:21:33
unless you'd like me to come in
for your candle every night, hmm?
:21:50
"All in all, my hopes for the family lie
with Sir Pitt's younger son,
:21:54
Captain Rawdon Crawley,
who will soon be back from
his regiment. '"
:21:58
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