Your son is arrived from London.
- Father ... - John ...
You will see in my will the estate of Norland was left to me in a way -
- that prevents me from dividing it between my two families.
Norland, in its entirety, is therefore yours by law.
And I am happy for you and Fanny.
But your stepmother, my wife and daughters are left only 500 a year.
Barely enough to live on. Nothing for the girls' dowries.
- You must help them. - Of course.
You must promise to do this.
I promise, Father. I promise.
Help them? What do you mean?
I mean to give them 3,000. The interest will be an extra income.
- The gift will fulfil my promise. - Without question. More than amply.
One had rather. on such occasions. do too much than too little.
Of course, he did not stipulate a particular sum.
What do you say to 1,500, then?
What brother would be so kind to his real sisters. Let alone half-blood?
- They can hardly expect more. - What can you afford?
100 a year to their mother is better than losing 1,500 at once.
Should she live longer than 15 years we'd be completely taken in.
People live forever when an annuity is to be paid them.
20 now and then will amply discharge my promise, you're right.
I'm convinced that your father had no idea of giving them money.
- They will have 500 a year. - What more could they want for?
No housekeeping, carriage, horses, few servants, keeping no company ...
How comfortable!
They will be much more able to give you something.
Marianne. can you play something else?
Mamma has been weeping since breakfast.
I meant something less mournful.
A visitor in my own home! It is not to be borne. Elinor.
- Mamma, we have nowhere to go. - John and Fanny will be here soon.
Do you expect me to be here to welcome them? Vultures!
I will start making inquiries for a new house at once.
Until then, we must try to bear their coming.
Margaret, are you there? Come down, John and Fanny will be here soon.
Why are they to live at Norland? They have a house in London.
Houses go from father to son, not father to daughter. It is the law.
- Come, we'll play with your atlas. - It's not mine. it's their atlas.
Do sit down.
We are looking for a new home, and can only retain Thomas and Betsy.
We're sorry to have to leave you all.
But we are certain you will find the new Mrs. Dashwood a fair mistress.
My only real concern is how long it will take them to move out.
- How is Mrs. Ferrars? - She is always in good health.
My brother is with her this season. Quite the most popular bachelor.
He has his own barouche.
- You have two brothers? - Yes. Edward is the elder.
He's travelling up from Plymouth and will break his journey here.
- If that is agreeable to you. - Dear John ...
This is your home now.
- Fanny wants the key to the silver. - What does Fanny want with it?
One can presume she wants to count it. What are you doing?
Gifts for the servants. Where is Margaret? She's taken to hiding.
- At least she can escape Fanny. - You've not said a word to her.
I have. I've said yes and no.
Good morning, Fanny.
Good morning, Miss Marianne.
How did you find the silver? Was it all genuine?
- When may we expect your brother? - Edward is due tomorrow.
He will not stay long. Will Margaret give up her room for him?
The view is incomparable, and I want him to see Norland at its best.
Mrs. Dashwood. Miss Dashwood. Miss Marianne.
My brother, Edward Ferrars.
Do sit down.
Where is Miss Margaret? I'm beginning to doubt of her existence.
Forgive us, Mr. Ferrars. My youngest is shy of strangers at present.
I am shy of strangers myself, and I have nothing like her excuse.
How do you like your view, Mr. Ferrars?
Very much. Your stables are handsome and beautifully kept.
Stables? Your windows overlook the lake.
An error led me to a family room, but I've rectified the situation.
I am happily installed in the guest quarters.
Tea!
They're all spoilt. Miss Margaret is always up trees and under furniture.
I've barely had a civil word from Marianne.
They've just lost their father. Their lives will never be the same.
That is no excuse.
Library.
- These are mostly foreign. - Indeed. Magnificent.
I've never liked the smell of books.
The dust, perhaps. I hear you have great plans for the walnut grove.
I shall have it knocked down to make place for a Grecian temple.
That does sound interesting. Would you show me the site?
Too expensive, and we do not need four bedrooms. We can share.
This one. then.
We have only 500 a year.
I'll send out more inquiries today.
Pardon my intrusion, but I think I have found what you're looking for.
Won't you come out? We haven't seen you all day.
We'll have to enlarge it. Mattocks will help you adjust toyour hours.
Forgive me, do you by any chance have a reliable atlas?
- I believe so. - I must check the Nile's position.
My sister tells me it is in South America.
No! No, she's quite wrong.
I believe it is in Belgium.
Surely not. You must be thinking of the Volga.
- The Volga, which starts in ... - In Vladivostok. and ends in ...
- Wimbledon. - Yes. where coffee beans come from.
The source of the Nile is in Abyssinia.
Is it? Interesting.
- How do you do? Edward Ferrars. - Margaret Dashwood.
It adjoins this property, and would be a desirable addition.
- I'll ride there and speak to ... - Gibson.
- He'll be pleased enough to sell. - He'll want more than it is worth.
Have I hurt you?
Thank you. Forgive me.
That was my father's favourite.
Thank you for helping Margaret. She's changed since you came.
I enjoy her company.
- Has she shown you the tree house? - Not yet.
Would you do me the honour, Miss Dashwood?
- It is very fine out. - With pleasure.
- Margaret always wanted to travel. - I know. She's off to China soon.
I'm to go as her servant, on the understanding I'll be badly treated.
- What will your duties be? - Sword fighting and swabbing.
Which will take precedence?
All I have ever wanted is the quiet of a private life.
But my mother is determined to see me distinguished.
Orator. Politician. Even a barrister would do. if I drove a barouche.
What do you wish for?
I prefer the church, but that is not smart enough for my mother.
She prefers the army, but that is too smart for me.
- Would you stay in London? - I hate London.
Country living is my ideal. A small parish where I might do some good.
Keep chickens ... Give very short sermons.
You feel idle and useless. Imagine how that is compounded -
- when one has no choice of any occupation whatsoever.
Our circumstances are therefore precisely the same.
Except that you will inherit your fortune.
We cannot even earnyours.
Perhaps Margaret is right. Piracy isyour only option.
What is swabbing exactly?
"No voice divine the storm allayed. No light propitious shone."
'When snatched from all effectual aid, we perished, each alone."
"But l, beneath a rougher sea, and whelmed in deeper gulfs than he ..."
No. Edward.
'"No voice divine the storm allayed. No light propitious shone."
'When snatched from all effectual aid, we perished, each alone."
Can you not feel his despair? Try again.
"No voice divine the storm allayed. No light propitious shone."
'When snatched from all effectual aid, we perished, each alone."
Mamma ...
Look. This has just arrived.
"l should be pleased to offer you a home at Barton Cottage, as soon ..."
- It's from Sir John Middleton. - Even Elinor must approve the rent.
- Has she not yet seen this? - No. I will fetch her.
Wait, let us delay.
I believe that Edward and Elinor have formed an attachment.
It would be cruel to take her away so soon. Devonshire is so far.
- Do you disapprove her choice? - By no means.
- Edward is very amiable. - Amiable? But ..?
There is something wanting. He is too sedate. His reading ...
Elinor has not your feelings.
Can he love her? Can the soul be satisfied with polite affections?
To love is to be on fire. Like Juliet. Guinevere. Heloise.
- They made rather pathetic ends. - Pathetic? To die for love?
- What could be more glorious? - Your romantic sensibilities ...
"Is love a fancy or a feeling? No, it is immortal as immaculate truth."
"It is not a blossom shed when outh drops from life's stem."
"It grows without water, nor ray of promise cheats the pensive gloom."
A pity Edward has no passion for reading.
You asked him to read. then you made him nervous.
Your behaviour is cordial. You like him in spite of his reading.
I think him everything that is amiable and worthy.
Praise. indeed.
He shall have my devotion when you tell me he is to be my brother.
- What shall I do without you? - Without me?
I'm sure you will be very happy, but promise you won't live far away.
- There is no question of ... - Do you love him?
I do not deny that I think very highly of him. That I ...
... greatly esteem him. I like him.
Esteem? Like? Use these words again and I shall leave the room!
Believe my feelings to be stronger. Further than that. do not believe.
Is love a fancy or a feeling?
- Or a Ferrars? - Go to bed.
"l do not deny that I think very highly of him."
"That I ... greatly esteem him."
"That I like him."
We are so happy that you invited Edward to Norland.
We're all very fond of him.
We have great hopes for him. Mother expects much of him.
And in marriage. She's determined both he and Robert will marry well.
But I hope she desires them to marry for love.
The heart doesn't always lead us in the most suitable direction.
Edward is a compassionate person. Penniless women prey on that type.
Having entered into an understanding he would never go back on his word.
But it would lead to his ruin.
I'm worried. Mother will withdraw all financial support from him -
- should he plant affection in less exalted ground than he deserves.
I understand you perfectly.
Devonshire?
My cousin, Sir John Middleton, has offered us a small house.
He must be a man of property.
He's a widower from Barton Park. It is Barton Cottage he has offered.
A cottage? Charming. A cottage is always very snug.
You will not leave before the summer?
We can no longer trespass upon your sister's goodwill.
- You will come and stay with us. - I should like that.
Edward has long been expected byyour mother.
Come as soon as you can, Edward. Remember, you're always welcome.
- Can't you take him with you? - We can't afford him.
Perhaps he could make himself useful in the kitchen ... Forgive me.
Miss Dashwood ...
Elinor ... I must speak to you.
There is something of great importance that I need to ...
... tell you ... about my education.
- Your education? - Yes.
It was conducted. oddly enough, in Plymouth.
- 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 your ignorant assumptions ...
- You told me. - I told you nothing.
- They'll meet him when he comes. - You don't speak of such things.
- Everyone else was. - Mrs. Jennings is not "everyone".
I like her. She talks about things. We never talk about things.
If you can say nothing appropriate, limit your remarks to the weather.
Surely they have enough reeds for a Moses basket.
You know what they're saying?
Word is, you've developed a taste for certain company. And why not?
A man like you in his prime ... She'd be a fortunate young lady.
Marianne Dashwood would no more think of me than of you.
- Don't think of yourself so meanly. - And all the better for her.
Besotted ... An excellent match.
- He's rich and she's handsome. - How long have you known him?
As long as I've been here, and I came 15 years back.
His estate is but four miles hence. He and John are very thick.
He has no wife and children. He had a tragic history.
He loved a ward to the family. They were not permitted to marry.
- On what grounds? - Eliza was poor.
She was flung out of the house, and he was packed off to the army.
I think he'd have done himself harm if not for John.
- What became of the lady? - She was passed from man to man.
She disappeared from good society.
When Brandon returned from India he searched and searched. -
- only to find her dying in a poorhouse.
I thought my daughter Charlotte might have cheered him up.
Look at him now! So attentive!
- I should try a little experiment. - Please. Let the colonel alone.
All suitors need a little help.
- We haven't heard you play of late. - You have a superior musician here.
Brandon shares your passion for music. He plays the pianoforte well.
You know as many melancholy tunes as Miss Marianne.
You must play us a duet. Let us see you both side by side.
I do not know any duets. Forgive me, Colonel.
Will we never have peace? The rent is low. but it comes on hard terms.
Mrs. Jennings has nothing to do but marry off everyone else's daughters.
There's a parcel arrived.
Look!
When is a man safe from such wit. if infirmity does not protect him?
If he is infirm. then I am at death's door.
- He complained of rheumatism. - "A slight ache" was his phrase.
Edward said he would bring it himself.
"lt gives me great pleasure to restore this atlas to its owner."
"Business prevents my delivering it, which will hurt me more than you."
"Memories of your kindness must sustain me. and I remain -
- your devoted servant, E.C. Ferrars."
- Why hasn't he come? - He says he's busy, dear.
- He said he'd come. Why hasn't he? - I'm taking you for a walk.
- It is going to rain. - It is not going to rain.
I fear Mrs. Jennings is a bad influence.
- You must miss him. Elinor. - We are not engaged, Mamma.
- But he loves you, dearest. - I am by no means assured of that.
And had he such a preference, there would certainly be obstacles -
- to his marrying a woman of no rank who cannot afford to buy sugar.
- But your heart must tell you ... - It is better to use one's head.
- It can't be good for me. - It is. Stop complaining.
- It's giving me a cough. - It is not giving you a cough.
It's lovely. Come on, catch up!
- Over there is a field of rabbits. - I don't want to see rabbits.
- Is anything superior to this? - I told you it would rain.
- Blue sky! Let us chase it! - I'm not supposed to run.
Are you hurt?
- I cannot walk. Run and fetch help. - I will run as fast as I can.
Margaret!
Don't be afraid. He's quite safe.
- Are you hurt? - Only my ankle.
May I have your permission to ascertain if there are any breaks?
It is not broken.
Can you put your arm about my neck?
Allow me to escort you home.
At last!
She fell down and he's carrying her!
Marianne, are you hurt?
It's a twisted ankle.
It's not serious. I felt the bone. and it's sound.
- I cannot begin to thank you. - Do not think of it.
- Will you not be seated? - I'd leave a water mark.
- But permit me to call tomorrow. - We shall look forward to it.
I'll show you out.
Margaret, get the gentleman's hat.
- His name! - To whom are we so much obliged?
John Willoughby of Allenham at your service.
John Willoughby of Allenham ...
What an impressive gentleman!
He lifted me as if I weighed no more than a dried leaf.
- Tell me if I hurt you. - She feels no pain, Mamma.
Margaret, ask Betsy to make up a cold compress.
Please don't say anything important.
- He expressed himself well. - With decorum and honour.
- And spirit and wit and feeling. - And economy. Ten words at most.
- Change, or you'll catch a cold. - What care I for colds?
- You'll care when your nose swells. - You're right. Help me.
He's worth catching. Marianne must not have all the men to herself.
- But what do you know of him? - There's not a bolder rider.
But what are his tastes. his passions, his pursuits?
- He has a smart little pointer ... - Where is Allenham?
Nice little estate three miles east. He is to inherit it from a relative.
Lady Allen is the name.
It's Col. Brandon. I should go out and keep watch.
You're looking out for Willoughby. You'll not think of Brandon now.
Come in.
Good morning, Brandon.
- How is the invalid? - Thank you so much, Colonel.
Why set your cap at Willoughby when you've already made such a conquest?
I'll not set my cap at anyone.
- Lady Allen's nephew? - He visits. for he's to inherit.
He has a pretty estate of his own. Combe Magna in Somerset.
I'd not give him up to a younger sister for tumbling down hills.
The man himself. Come. Brandon. We know when we are not wanted.
Thank you so much for calling.
Marianne. the colonel and Sir John are leaving.
Goodbye. Thank you for the flowers.
- How do you do, Colonel? - How do you do, more like.
- Mr. Willoughby, what a pleasure! - The pleasure is all mine.
- Miss Marianne has not caught cold? - You've found out my name.
The area is crawling with my spies. You cannot venture out to nature ...
- So nature must be brought to you. - How beautiful.
- These are not from the hothouse. - Mine is not the first offering.
- They come from an obliging field. - I always prefer wild flowers.
- Would you ..? -your gratitude is beyond words.
I've grieved for this lonely house. Then I heard it was taken.
I felt an interest which nothing can account for but my present delight.
Pray sit, Mr. Willoughby.
Who is reading Shakespeare's sonnets?
- Marianne is reading them out. - And which are your favourites?
Mine is 1 16.
"Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments."
"Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds. -
- or bends with the remover to remove ..."
- How does it continue? - "No. it is an ever fixed mark ..."
- "That looks on tempests..." - Is it "tempests"?
It's strange you are reading these. I carry them with me always.
Until tomorrow then ...
My pocket sonnets are yours. A talisman against further injury.
Goodbye. Thank you.
Good work. Marianne. You covered Shakespeare, Scott, poetry.
When you know his views on romance, you'll have nothing left to talk of.
I suppose I erred against decorum. I should have talked of the weather.
Mr. Willoughby can be in no doubt of your enthusiasm for him.
Should I hide my regard?
- No. but we know so little of him. - Time does not determine intimacy.
Seven years is too little for some, seven days is enough for others.
- Or seven hours. in this case. - I feel I know him already.
Had I more shallow feelings, I could perhaps conceal them as you do.
- I'm sorry ... - Don't trouble yourself, Marianne.
I do not understand her.
Marianne ...
- Haven't you finished yet? - No. Patience.
You're not going to deny us beef as well as sugar?
- There is nothing under ten pence. - Do you want us to starve?
No. Just not to eat beef.
If my behaviour was improper, I should be sensible of it.
It has caused impertinent remarks. Do you not doubt your discretion?
If Mrs. Jennings' remarks prove impropriety, we are all offending.
Good morning, Colonel.
Miss Dashwood. Miss Marianne. I come to issue an invitation.
A picnic on my estate at Delaford.
If you would care to join us on Thursday next.
Mrs. Jenning's daughter and husband are travelling up especially.
We should be delighted, Colonel.
I will, of course, be including Mr. Willoughby in the party.
I should be delighted to join you.
Good morning, Miss Dashwood. Good morning, Colonel.
The colonel has invited us to Delaford.
- I hear you have a fine pianoforte. - A Broadwood Grand.
- Then I shall play for you all. - We shall look forward to it.
- Your sister seems very happy. - She does not hide her emotions.
Her romantic prejudices tend to set propriety at naught.
- She is wholly unspoilt. - Rather too unspoilt.
The sooner she is acquainted with the ways of the world, the better.
I knew a lady with the same sweetness of temper -
- who was forced into a better acquaintance with the world.
The result was only ruination and despair.
Do not desire it. Miss Dashwood.
Col. Brandon's lawn is perfect for kite launching.
Mind the pretty ribbons.
Imagine my surprise when Charlotte and her master appeared with Lucy.
The last person I expected to see.
She came to join in the fun. There is no such luxury at home.
I'd not seen you for so long.
You sly thing! It was the Dashwoods she wanted to see.
I've heard nothing but "Dashwood" for I don't know how long.
What do you think of them? My mother wrote of little else in her letters.
- Are they not as she described? - Nothing like.
You are quite rude today.
He's to be an MP. and he is forced to make everybody like him.
- I said nothing so irrational. - Mr. Palmer's so droll.
Here he comes! Now you shall see, Charlotte.
Hello, Mr. Willoughby!
You must meet my daughter Charlotte, and Mr. Palmer.
- Andyour cousin, Miss Lucy Steele. - Welcome toyour party.
May I sit beside you?
I've longed to meet you. I've heard nothing but praise for you.
Sir John and Mrs. Jennings are too excessive in their compliments.
The praise came from another source. One not inclined to exaggeration.
What can this be?
Is Col. Brandon here?
- My horse! - What's the matter?
- I must away to London. - Impossible!
We can't picnic withoutyour host. Come up to town tomorrow.
- Or wait until we return. - I can't afford to lose one minute.
- Forgive me. - I hope it's nothing serious.
Upon my soul, this is all very unusual.
- Frailty, thy name is Brandon. - Some cannot bear pleasure.
You are a wicked pair. Col. Brandon will be missed.
Why? Everyone speaks well of him, but no one remembers to talk to him.
Nonsense. He is highly respected at Barton Park.
- Which is enough censure in itself. - Really, Willoughby.
Come, come, Mr. Impudence. I know your wicked ways.
Reveal your beau. No secrets between friends. I'll winkle it out of you.
I'll have you married to the colonel by tea, or I'll swallow my bonnet.
- As if you could marry him. - Why should you dislike him?
Because he threatened me with rain when I wanted it fine.
He found fault with my high flyer and will not buy my brown mare.
If it will be of satisfaction to you, -
- I believe his character to be. in all other respects, irreproachable.
In return for this acknowledgement, don't deny me the privilege -
- of disliking him as much as I adore ...
... this cottage.
- I have plans for improvements. - That. I will never consent to.
Not a stone must be added to its walls.
Were I rich enough, I'd rebuild Combe Magna to this exact image.
- With a fire that smokes? - Especially the fire that smokes.
Then I'd be as happy at Combe as I've been at Barton.
But this place has one claim on my affections none other can share.
Promise never to change it.
I'm honoured you risk your honour by seeing me to the gate unaccompanied.
- That is what Elinor would say. - And she would be right.
Miss Marianne, will you grant me an interview tomorrow ... alone?
- Willoughby, we are always alone. - But there is ...
There is something very particular I should like to ask you.
Of course. I shall ask Mamma if I may stay behind from church.
Thank you.
Until tomorrow. then.
Oh. Virtue ...
Silently and with fear, enter the hearts of all that hear me this day.
Will he kneel down when he asks her?
They always kneel down.
What is wrong, dearest?
Willoughby? What is the matter?
Forgive me ... I am sent ...
Lady Allen exercised the privilege of riches upon a dependent cousin.
- She is sending me to London. - This morning?
What a disappointment. Your business won't detain you for long, I hope?
You are kind. but I have no idea of returning immediately to Devonshire.
- I am invited only once a year. - Can you wait foryour invitation?
My engagements are of such a nature ... I dare not flatter my ...
It's folly to linger in this manner. I will not torment myself further.
Willoughby, come back!
Ask Betsy to make a cup of tea for Marianne.
- What is wrong, my love? - Do not ask me questions.
- They must have quarrelled. - That is unlikely.
Perhaps Lady Allen disapproves of his regard for Marianne.
- An excuse to send him away. - Then why did he not say so?
- It's not like him to be secretive. - What do you suspect?
- Why was his manner so guilty? - You think he's been acting a part?
- No. He loves her. I am sure. - Of course!
Has he left her any assurance of his return?
Ask if he proposed.
No! I cannot force a confidence from Marianne. Neither should you.
We must trust her to confide in us in her own time.
There was something underhand in his manner.
You will think the worst of him.
I give him the benefit of my good opinion. He deserves no less.
I am very fond of Willoughby.
Mamma ... Mamma!
She would not let me in.
- If only this rain would stop. - If only youwould stop.
'Twas you took her off my hands, Mr. Palmer. A good bargain, too.
Now I have the whip hand over you, for you cannot give her back.
Marianne, play with us. Looking at the weather will not bring him back.
- She ate nothing at dinner. - We're all forlorn these days.
Dear Miss Dashwood, perhaps now we might haveyour ... discussion.
-your discussion? - I've longed to ask you something.
You might think me impertinent. It is an odd question.
If only he'd gone to Combe Magna. We live but half a mile away.
- Five and a half. - I cannot believe it is that far.
- I can't believe it. - Try.
You may ask any manner of question if that is of any help.
Are you acquainted with your sister-in-law's mother Mrs. Ferrars?