YOUNG WOMAN: Imagine you're a child again.
A child who has never been away from home before.
Not for one single day.
When I was ten years old, my mother decided she could no longer afford to keep me.
I was sent away from the little house in Portsmouth where I had been born.
Far away to live with my wealthy aunts:
Lady Bertram and Aunt Norris at Mansfield Park.
I had already been taught to be good.
Now I was told I must never forget to be grateful.
But for a long time, I was only timid and unhappy.
We should no doubt prepare ourselves for an ignorant child, with vulgar manners...
These are not incurable faults.
I trust she will prove well-disposed, with more sense than our sister.
Our sister has enough sense to send her daughter to us.
Being with her cousins will be an education itself.
I only hope she'll not tease poor Pug.
I have but just got Julia to leave it alone.
(Horse whinnies)
Miss.
Come, Fanny, meet your cousins.
This is Maria, and if I were to teach you nothing, you would learn to be good and clever from her.
Julia, Tom and Edmund.
BOTH: How do you do?
MRS. NORRIS: Come meet your uncle Sir Thomas and your aunt Lady Bertram.
The child must be tired after so long a journey. Sit here, beside your aunt.
SIR THOMAS: Edmund, give your cousin a slice of gooseberry tart.
(Cries)
This is not a very promising beginning.
(Giggles)
FANNY: I missed my noisy brothers and sisters and the rough and tumble of my own home.
No-one meant to be unkind, but I was the poor relation and I was often made to feel it.
Only Edmund put himself out to secure my happiness.
He became my one true friend.
And, as the years passed, I came to love him as more than a cousin.
(Whistling)
Edmund! Fanny!
# HANDEL: The Arrival Of The Queen Of Sheba
(Piano stops) - Excuse me, Aunt Norris,
Sir Thomas wishes to see us.
I'm not at all happy at having to leave Mansfield for so long, but it cannot be avoided.
Our affairs in the West Indies do not prosper.
I expect you to behave with proper decorum while I'm away.
Of you, Maria,
I ask only that your marriage to Mr. Rushworth should not take place before my return.
Then your return cannot be too soon for me, Sir Thomas.
Julia... I give you over to your Aunt Norris' care.
Edmund, I believe I may trust you to your own judgment.
Yes, sir.
Tom.
Here is a chance to prove yourself.
I hope so, sir.
Ah, Fanny, there was something I meant to say to you.
Should your brother's ship be in England, I hope you will invite him to Mansfield.
Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
I had hoped William would find his sister at 18 much changed from his sister at ten,
but I fear he will not.
(Both giggle)
(Giggling continues)
FANNY: With Sir Thomas's departure, it was as if a cloud had been lifted from Mansfield Park.
Even for me, there was a spirit of newfound freedom.
I was 18, it was summer... and I had never been happier.
I thought Aunt Norris was never going to let me out.
How did you get away?
I told her I had a very tedious errand to run for my cousin.
I forgot...
I picked this for you.
(Man's high-pitched laughter in distance)
If Rushworth didn't have 12,000 a year, what a very stupid fellow he'd be.
Luckily for him, he has.
I've had a letter from my brother Tom.
He's staying on in town.
Just what my father was afraid of.
Tom's whole life has turned into one long party.
I'm left to deal with everything.
Oh, I think it suits you very well.
Besides, it's not all work.
And I know this doesn't count, but I was never happier.
I'll race you. Come on!
FANNY: In my innocence, I imagined I would be happy always.
Then, with the sudden brilliance of lightning,
fresh from the pleasures of London's fashionable society,
Mary Crawford and her brother Henry arrived in our lives.
Life at Mansfield Park would never be the same again.
What fine neighbors we have. This is where we shall begin, with the Bertrams.
Accounted with such a house, and it cannot be all deadly dull.
That will depend on the deadliness of its occupants.
- There are four children. - Oh, no children, please.
All now grown-up and highly eligible.
There is a younger son, but for myself I have chosen the elder.
The heir? You always do.
Even I couldn't think myself thrown away on the eldest son of a baronet.
So, dearest, minx, what is your strategy?
Tut-tut. No strategy. Only the use of our natural powers.
Then they are doomed.
And you, Henry? You shall marry the younger Miss Bertram.
The beautiful and eligible Julia.
We've been in a bad school for matrimony.
That I will allow. Marriage as we've seen it is all deceit and disappointment.
Then there's at least one advantage to bad schooling.
Are we not more likely to deceive than to be disappointed?
Here they are. One call always rely on fashionable people to be half an hour late.
Well, they don't have far to come.
I can't imagine a cottage will amuse them for long.
Indeed. Their mother, dear creature, could not endure it above a week.
They were pretty as children. How do they look now?
Well, Miss Crawford may have the London style, but her prettiness does our girls no disservice.
She's altogether too small and too brown.
And her brother, my dear, his income may be satisfactory, but he is plain, very plain.
On the subject of Mr. Crawford's plainness, it'll be best to let Julia be the judge.
LAD Y BERTRAM: I'm sorry the rest of my family are not here to greet you.
Your eldest son is not with you, Lady Bertram?
Since his father has been gone, Tom prefers London or Newmarket to Mansfield.
I do feel for you, Lady Bertram.
Has Sir Thomas encountered difficulties in Antigua?
It is, I believe, extremely hot.
Circumstances in the West Indies are much less favorable than before, Mr. Crawford.
I did not at all like to have Sir Thomas leave me,
but I have been astonished at how well Edmund supplies his place in carving,
in settling with the servants... I take his advice in everything.
Oh, then perhaps Mr. Bertram may advise me.
How might I advise you, Miss Crawford?
I'm assured that my harp has arrived safe in Northampton,
but do you think I can hire a cart to convey it here? No, I cannot.
You would find it difficult, Miss Crawford,
to hire a horse and cart just now, in the middle of harvest.
I expect I should understand you in time,
but coming from London where everything can be got with money,
I am quite put out by your country ways.
EDMUND: You could not be expected to have thought of it before, Miss Crawford,
but once you do, you must see the importance of getting in the grass.
MRS. NORRIS: Anyone for more lemonade?
Our one disadvantage, Miss Crawford,
is that Maria's wedding has to wait until after Christmas, for our father's return.
January is a disagreeable month in which to marry.
It is surely the most difficult month in which to make such a long sea voyage,
though I have taken certain measures to spare Lady Bertram the worst,
by ensuring that I am the first person to be acquainted with any fatal catastrophe.
My stepfather, the Admiral, ma'am, once made a winter crossing
in such mild weather the voyage took a month longer than expected.
In Sir Thomas's case, we will hope for a happy compromise between speed and safety.
How very well you put it, Mr. Crawford.
MRS. NORRIS: Indeed. And if it is Sir Thomas's fate never to return,
it shall be particularly consoling to see our darling Maria settled in such a great match.
Maria is without her parasol.
Fanny.
If Maria catches a headache, we shall all suffer.
(Sighs contentedly)
This is perfect.
I'm tempted to call it too perfect.
If this were mine, I would introduce an element of the unexpected - of romance.
A ruined castle, perhaps.
We have no castle to ruin, sir.
But it's only pretense, Miss Julia.
One builds and ruins at the same time.
HENRY: Allow me. MR. RUSHWORTH: Er... allow me.
Oh, my ankle.
- Here. - Thank you.
If Mansfield were mine, I should add a folly.
Now that I look at it objectively, Miss Crawford, I like what I see too much to want to change it.
Come, Edmund. You must surely fancy a little chapel.
Why in heaven would Mr. Bertram want a chapel?
Does he enjoy forcing ladies out of their bed early in order to kneel on a stone floor?
Especially unpleasant if the poor chaplain isn't worth looking at.
I am shortly to be ordained as a clergyman, Miss Crawford.
Well, then, you must forgive my pleasantries, Mr. Bertram. I did not know.
Miss Crawford has been telling me why they're here. My dear, they're not here for the view.
The fact is, she cannot possibly go back to the London house with her stepfather.
A week ago, the Admiral installed his mistress under his own family roof.
Well, I'm not at all surprised.
Well, I have the highest regard for the navy, but, well, one has only to think of Lord Nelson.
(Indistinct conversation)
I rather think Julia's ready to be fallen in love with.
I like your Miss Bertrams exceedingly.
They give themselves no airs.
No. Their vanity is in such good order they seem quite free of it.
Last year's style, of course, but they're not hurt by what they don't know.
And you like Julia best?
Oh, yes.
You know when we arrived, I mistook little Miss Price for a servant. I gave her my hat.
Do you really like Julia best?
Maria is generally thought the handsomer.
So I should suppose.
Poor Julia couldn't choose her nose.
And, if she could, I doubt her taste would improve on it...
...but she is charming.
The sisters are different, but equally charming.
- They are. - And charmed.
I think you might have popped them both under your arm and run off with them.
Both?
Either.
Fanny, what's your opinion of Miss Crawford?
She has every virtue, a fortune and a pretty face.
(Giggles)
She does. And?
I've got a stone in my shoe.
But, Edmund, does she truly hate to pray?
Does she really believe everything can be got with money?
I think Miss Crawford talks to amuse, rather than anything else.
And, Fanny, are you riding tomorrow?
Yes.
Then I'll have the mare saddled up half an hour early.
Miss Crawford wants to learn and Jenny is much our quietest horse.
You won't be inconvenienced, I'll make sure we're no more than half an hour.
(Hens clucking)
So you are to be a clergyman?
- I am, yes. - I'm surprised.
Come, do change your mind.
You really are fit for something better.
It's not too late. You could go into the law.
Go into the law?
With as much ease as I might go for a ride?
Well, usually, there's an uncle or a grandfather to leave a fortune to the second son.
An admirable practice, but I'm an exception and must shift for myself.
Besides, even with a fortune, I would make the same choice.
But men like to distinguish themselves, don't they?
You might be a soldier, or a sailor.
I might.
But I am not.
EDMUND: You're a natural rider, Miss Crawford. - Well, I have a very good teacher.
- Fanny, we're late. I'm so sorry. - Really, it's of no importance.
Oh, I'm sure it is. I do apologize.
Your cousin and I had so much to talk about, we quite forgot you.
But selfishness must always be forgiven, you know,
because there's never any hope of a cure.
TOM: It was only a little play. Lovers' Vows. We were just putting it on for a few friends.
We were well into rehearsals. It would all have gone brilliantly,
when the Dowager Duchess died and our scheme was destroyed.
Good gracious.
It's not worth complaining about, of course.
Still, the poor old lady could not have chosen a worse time.
If only the news could've been suppressed for the three days we needed...
Well, she was a grandmother after all, and she did die 100 miles off.
I'm sure you're very much to be pitied, my dear.
But all is well, ma'am, for now Mr. Bertram is to take the Baron,
and I am to be Count Cassel, ma'am,
and come in three times and have two and 40 speeches, which is no trifle.
TOM: Ah, Miss Crawford...
- Delighted. - Mr. Bertram.
What do you say, Edmund? Small, dark and bright. We have our Amelia.
I'm engaged and dismissed in one breath.
HENRY: It's been a great while since I trod the boards.
Today I feel as if I could be anything and everything.
I am of some use, I hope, in preventing any unnecessary expense.
Come, Fanny. It is a shocking trick for a young person to always be lolling upon a sofa.
You really must learn to think of other people.
MRS. NORRIS: I'll never have these curtains finished in time for the performance.
You're not seriously putting on the play here?
Well, certainly we are. Why not?
Look, it's a slight piece, I know, but...
Do you think this is too modern?
Where's Mr. Crawford? I want his opinion.
For one thing, we know Father's on the return journey now and in constant danger.
- For another... - Yes.
And if we can keep my mother's spirits up, I shall think our time well spent.
(Snoring)
It's a very anxious time for her.
(Pug grunts) - What is it? What?
I was not asleep.
For another, you have asked Maria to play the mother of an illegitimate child.
Do not act in anything improper, my dear.
Sir Thomas would not like it.
Father wouldn't like his grown-up daughters to be acting.
- I know my father as well as you do. (Pug barks)
Don't imagine no-one can see or judge but you.
Perhaps Edmund doesn't realize how much I'm relying on him.
You see, I'm to be Amelia, but there's no-one for Anhalt, my tutor.
If anyone should play it, it's you. He is a clergyman, you know.
Then I'd be sorry to make him ridiculous with bad acting.
We can manage perfectly well without you. There's no need for you to take part.
- I have no intention of taking part. - Only don't expect to govern everyone else.
No doubt you will decide in time.
When you do, pray let me know which of you gentlemen I have the pleasure of making love to.
MRS. NORRIS: You have willfully ignored my request.
I asked you to raise this curtain by an inch. Come down here.
- Come down here. Such insolence! (Pug barks)
He who forms my mind...
That he who forms my mind...
- Do you mind not taking part, Fanny? - No.
Besides, your father would not approve and I can't afford to displease him.
Do stand still, Julia.
Do I not look every inch the tyrannical father?
(Giggles)
Fanny, I want your opinion.
- Yes? - Edmund!
This acting scheme gets worse and worse.
They're going to ask an outsider, a complete stranger, to play Anhalt.
Well, what can you do? Tom's so determined.
There's only one thing.
I must play Anhalt myself.
Well? Can you think of an alternative?
You said nothing would induce you.
I know. Do you imagine I like being driven to be so inconsistent?
But it can't be right to let Tom go trawling the countryside for anyone who can be persuaded.
No, it can't.
Then give me your blessing, Fanny.
If you're not with me, I mistrust my own judgment.
I do see it's not right for Miss Crawford to act with a stranger.
Right. You're right. She must be spared.
Dear Fanny, I couldn't be easy until I'd spoken to you.
HENRY: Psst! Maria!
Are we not made for one another?
Tonight I can be only one thing, Maria.
Tonight I am your lover, or I am nothing.
Do you think it's too short?
Let me ask Henry.
Ooh! (Chuckles)
Why blush, dear girl? Pray tell me why. You need not. I can prove it.
For though your garter met my eye, my thoughts were far above it.
(Laughter)
- I say, steady on there, Rushworth. (Grunts)
He is still acting, isn't he?
You cannot refuse me.
I must at long last hold you to my heart.
Now you've made me mistake my lines, Mr. Crawford.
Then, we must rehearse again until you choose to remember them.
Get Maria in shape will you, Henry? Or we'll never be ready.
My pleasure, sir.
(Sobs)
Now what have you done, Fanny? If all you can do is make mischief, we're better off without you.
To see such a short, mean-looking man set up for a fine actor is ridiculous.
Here.
Would you like me to hear you, Mr. Rushworth?
Oh, yes. If you'd be so kind.
What does the Baron accuse me of? Nothing he himself is not guilty of.
- But I shall make short work... - No, no. Er... light.
(Groans)
MR. RUSHWORTH: What does the Baron accuse me of?
We can't put it off any longer, Miss Crawford.
And really, you haven't so very much to fear.
It is only me.
Perhaps we could find a private corner.
You see how it is, Miss Price. I cannot for the life of me remember it.
You have the first line perfectly, Mr. Rushworth.
But, Miss Price, I have two and 40 of them.
When Julia speaks, I cannot recognize my cue.
Miss Price?
EDMUND: I do not wish to blame you, yet I can hardly call it ladylike of you
to visit me here, alone, at night.
Mr. dear Mr. Anhalt, allow me to speak my heart, to tell you that I love you.
That I have loved you since first I set eyes on you.
The er... stage directions say,
"Amelia takes Anhalt by the hand and looks into his face."
Ah, Fanny. Excellent.
Julia won't do it.
Come on. This is your big moment.
You are to be the cottager's wife.
Me? No. I cannot play a part.
- Yes, yes. You can do it well enough for us. - You mustn't let us down, Fanny.
When do we ever ask anything of you?
You cannot be so ungrateful as to not do your cousin's wish.
Yes, do help us out, Fanny.
You'll soon get the hang of it, Miss Price.
Now...
We'll try the moment when you interrupt my scene with Agatha.
You'll find us very well rehearsed.
We've been hard at it, practicing by ourselves.
If you imagine, sir, I can be shamed into a confession, yours is a... a vain conceit.
Your accusations are enough to make my blood boil.
MARIA: Father.
When you arrived, sir, we were going through the first three acts.
Not unsuccessfully, upon the whole.
How dare Henry go like that, laughing, and not a word to me!
My dear girl, a man like Henry isn't so easily roped.
Don't suppose I was the one doing the chasing.
We had hoped, sir, to beg your indulgence...
...as inexperienced players.
My indulgence shall be given, but without the play acting.
Do you find Mr. and Miss Crawford agreeable acquaintances?
Indeed.
Mr. Crawford is very pleasant and Miss Crawford is... a lively, pretty girl.
(Mr. Rushworth clears his throat)
I do not say he's not a gentleman... considering.
As your father cannot fail to have noticed, he's too short to be considered a well-looking man.
Father, you've not told us the outcome of your stay in Antigua.
I'm happy to say our affairs in Antigua do now prosper.
I hope you won't mind my asking, sir, but now that you've lived amongst it,
do you believe slavery can continue in the same way?
(Clears throat)
Our little cousin is a friend to abolition.
I think, my dear, we may very well do without slavery.
But without order, we are lost.
You must excuse me.
I am unwell.
Since I've been home, it has occurred to me that Mr. Rushworth...
was perhaps accepted on too short an acquaintance.
I'm well aware what an advantageous alliance it would be for you and for the family.
But you must not sacrifice your happiness to it.
Marriage is a serious undertaking.
You have no particular reason to repent your engagement.
Over dinner I wondered if, perhaps, some new acquaintance had made you regret it.
Not at all.
If it is your wish, I may still act to release you.
It's not too late.
You must be perfectly open and sincere with me.
I thank you, sir, for your most generous attention,
but I assure you, you are mistaken.
I have the highest regard for Mr. Rushworth's character and disposition.
I am honored by his status and his fortune.
What more could I wish for?
Oh, how wonderful.
MAN: Congratulations. Bravo.
WOMAN: Congratulations. MAN: Well done.
It is my greatest glory, Miss Crawford, to take a little of the credit
for bringing the admiration of Mr. Rushworth for our dearest angel Maria into effect.
(Giggles)
MARIA: Thank you, Edmund.
Maria.
You must write to me every day from London and tell me all about it.
- Goodbye. - Goodbye.
- Walk on! MAN: Have a safe journey.
- Look after your sister, Julia. - I'll write from London.
Weddings are such a bore.
Thank God the racing season's started, so I can escape.
Even Father wouldn't insist I'm here through Cheltenham.
I need another drink.
(Sighs)
You sighed, Miss Crawford.
Waving goodbye to your sister has made me wonder
what there is to keep me at Mansfield.
Will you not stay for my sake?
I confess, I can imagine it being pleasant enough to spend half the year at Mansfield,
but... in a country cottage, no.
Might you not feel differently in time?
You think I should be the one to change?
I doubt it, Mr. Bertram.
I'm stubborn, you know.
And I always get my way in the end.
(Laughter)
(Both giggle)
Miss Price?
- I am come to visit the scene of the crime. - Shhh!
I shall always look back on our theatricals with such pleasure.
We were alive. I was never happier.
(Squeals)
Don't you think we're unlucky, Miss Price?
Don't you think fate might have indulged us with another week?
No, I don't.
I think everyone indulged themselves enough.
(Laughter continues)
Well, that was a very proper wedding.
The bride was beautiful.
The bridesmaids suitably inferior.
Mm.
- Mary? - Mm?
How was young Bertram? I scarcely spoke a word to him all day.
Edmund is as ever Edmund was. Determined on obscurity.
He will not change his mind. He's soon to be ordained.
His living will be 700 a year.
Oh, well, I'm glad he'll be so well off.
A very pretty income to make ducks and drakes with.
You would look rather blank, if you were limited to 700 a year.
- Perhaps, but all that is comparative. - Exactly.
And then... until we came here,
I never imagined a country cottage could have so much the air of a gentleman's residence.
In fact... I've made up my mind to stay longer.
Henry, what are you up to?
I fancy having Miss Price fall in love with me.
Fanny? Oh, what nonsense.
Haven't you noticed the wonderful improvement in her looks?
The truth is there's no-one else for you to notice and you have to have someone.
Well...
Perhaps a little bit of love might do her good.
She's very sweet and I will not have you make her unhappy.
Really, I couldn't bear it if you were to turn out like our stepfather.
(Peacock calls) - All I'm asking...
...is to make a small hole in Fanny Price's heart.
# Exercise-style variations
(Harp music continues)
William!
Fanny!
My dear sister.
I chose it for you in Sicily.
Thank you.
Oh, William, you can't imagine how much I've missed you.
Have you? But you are happy in Mansfield aren't you, Fanny?
- They are kind to you? - Yes, they are kind.
And, of course, I love them all as I should...
...but my only real friend is Edmund.
Edmund? Yes.
In your letters, you spoke so often of Edmund, I was quite jealous.
- I thought he'd taken my place. - No-one could ever do that.
Besides, what I feel for Edmund is...
It's different.
He isn't my brother.
Just off Trieste, we chased the enemy sail until we were close enough to fire on her,
at which she returned our salute with a broadside that came scouring along the decks,
tore through the foresail, made a large dent in a brass gun, rebounded away into the open sea.
MARY: Good heavens! - Amazing.
Luckily, we were all on the contrary side, or it would have killed and wounded a good many.
Dear me. How very disagreeable. I wonder anyone can ever go to sea.
I couldn't feel more differently.
Listening to Mr. Price, I envy him every danger.
To have gone through such hardships...
And the glory of such heroism puts me to shame.
There is nothing heroic about what I do, Mr. Crawford.
I'm just an ordinary midshipman.
It's still a remarkable thing, to have given such proof of character so young.
I do wish to distinguish myself, sir, but the truth is I have no commission as yet.
Sometimes I think I'll never be made lieutenant.
- Ah, William. - Good morning, sir.
How are you enjoying your stay at Mansfield Park, young man?
Very much indeed, sir, but I only have two days left, and tomorrow is Fanny's birthday.
Of course.
Well, then we must celebrate.
I have not seen Fanny dance since she was a little girl.
What say we throw our niece a ball before her brother goes back to sea?
It's high time she came out.
- Surely not. - Must I?
Indeed you must. It's your birthday.
Then may I not have my own way?
No, my dear, you may not, because it is your day, it is your duty to consider everyone else.
We need only make a small party.
But may I not choose the occasion?
I should like it to be the same as the last birthday I had with William.
A picnic.
A picnic?
I see nothing against that.
Thank you, Sir Thomas.
A picnic indeed.
A picnic for half the county.
The nonsense and folly of people stepping out of their rank.
Now that you are to move into company, Fanny, you must never forget,
whatever the occasion, you must always be the lowest, the last.
Oh, I shall never forget that.
Unless, of course, I'm enjoying myself too much to remember.
I thought it might look well with William's cross.
This is beautiful.
- How can I ever thank you? - Oh... by accepting it for what it is.
A token of love from one of your oldest friends.
What can I do? Miss Crawford has also sent me a necklace.
Miss Crawford has given you a necklace?
Then, my dear, Fanny, you must wear it.
Well, I don't want to.
And anyway, yours is far more suited to my cross.
How extraordinary that she and I should have had the same thought.
She shows her affection for you, whereas to me, she um...
...she seems determined to torment me.
I'm sure she doesn't mean half the things she says, but...
you know the kind of life Mary wants.
Hectic.
Fashionable life in London.
Could I ever live as she wants?
Well, what about the life you want to live?
Haven't you always said that being a clergyman isn't about having a comfortable parish,
or even preaching a good sermon,
it's about living a good life?
Yes.
And so it is.
But enough of my problems.
Tomorrow is your day.
Then you must indulge me, Edmund.
See it first as I prefer.
There.
It could not look better.
(Traditional reel on violin) - One... two... three. Off you go!
- It's Mary. Miss Crawford. - You are mistaken, Mr. Bertram.
Erm...
I cannot guess.
- It's Fanny. (Applause)
Well, I should have known you, Miss Price. May I?
One, two, three.
James... it must be James.
(Applause)
# Hornpipe
WOMAN: Well done! Quite entertaining.
Dear Fanny, with your cousins gone, you are quite the center of attention.
I think I prefer being overlooked.
Oh, no, you must learn to enjoy it.
It serves no purpose to blush unseen. Not that you do.
Did you know that Henry's taking William to London tomorrow?
- No. - He is.
They're going to dine with our stepfather, the Admiral.
I've never seen my brother take so much trouble over anyone before.
Miss Price, might I engage you for this dance?
I've asked the musician to give us Portsmouth.
It's your place to open the dancing, my dear.
Please, sir. Must I?
It's your day, Fanny.
SIR THOMAS: Back to your places.
What a pity this is the last time I shall dance with you, Mr. Bertram.
Why is that?
Because the next time we meet, you shall be a clergyman.
Yes, I go to York tomorrow.
I've never yet danced with a clergyman and I never will.
You are especially playful this afternoon, Miss Crawford.
You think if you shake me hard enough, something serious will drop out,
but I assure you, I am profoundly shallow.
A large income is the best recipe I ever heard of for happiness.
Then your happiness is forever beyond my power.
(Music starts)
Come, Mr. Bertram. It's not too late. Do change your mind.
For me?
(Music stops)
(Cheering)