How dare she refuse? This is outrageous.
She won't even leave her room!
I am her mother and I make the decisions.
Are you going to reason with her?
I'm going to try.
I don't need her help.
I won't leave until everything is settled!
Your mother says you don't want to go to Newport.
No.
There's something I need to have settled
before I can leave New York.
Of course, that sounds overdramatic
But it won't wait until the end of the summer.
This will affect the rest of my life.
How grave you make it sound.
Naturally, you want to make a joke of it, but I can't.
To be honest, I thought everything would be settled already
but day after day goes by and...
Does it have anything to do with Oscar van Rhijn?
Why do you say that?
He has written to me, asking for an interview.
That's what I told him to do.
But when you didn't speak of it...
I didn't because I knew what the interview would be about
and I wanted to be quite sure what my answer should be.
- Have you sent a reply now? - No.
But I'll write today and ask him to come to my office.
- Have you told Mother? - Not yet, but I will.
Of course, what I say to her, or to him
will depend on what you want me to say.
He gave me the reasons why I should accept his offer.
That was clever of him.
He asked me if I wanted to get away from Mother
- and of course I do. - Oh, dear.
I don't want to get away from you.
But I must be allowed the freedom to make my own decisions.
Marriage is not the place to look for freedom.
May I ask if you love him?
There is that, but, these days, so many people marry without love.
Which I assume means you do not.
He comes from a good family, and there is some money
and I'd be in society, which is what Mother wants.
He can be very amusing. He does make me laugh.
That is a useful quality, I grant you
but it is not enough to base a marriage on.
May I make you an offer?
What if I were to promise to support your choice
whenever you come and tell me you have fallen in love?
- Even if Mother is against it? - Even then.
I give you my word.
What will you do with Mr. van Rhijn?
Let him down gently.
And then I suggest we forget about this whole thing.
So, will you go with your mother to Newport?
All right.
If you really think we're not making a mistake.
Of one thing I am sure.
You can do better than Mr. Oscar van Rhijn.
- What time is it? - Half-past nine.
- What? - I asked Mr. Bannister
to let you sleep.
Don't worry. He looked after things.
There's not much to do at breakfast, anyway.
Oh, there you are, John. What happened?
My alarm didn't go off. Again.
I always wake up before mine rings.
We're not all as wonderful as you, Miss Armstrong.
Why are alarm clocks so unreliable?
You're right. They never work.
I'm lucky I'm a light sleeper.
I wonder why they don't work.
Oh, someone will figure it out.
Are you ready to start, John?
Shouldn't he have some breakfast first?
No, I'm ready, Mr. Bannister.
Can you give this to Miss Marian?
Miss Scott has written back.
She can come tomorrow to see you.
Good. I look forward to it.
How is she doing?
We'll find out tomorrow.
It must all still be heartbreaking.
True, but time is a great healer.
I pray so, anyway.
What is that?
Mrs. Bauer has made some luncheon for Miss Marian to take to school.
Leave it there.
A packed lunch?
Do you really take a packed lunch?
It makes things simpler if I do.
Why has Mrs. Bauer never told me?
Is everyone part of this conspiracy?
I'm doing a perfectly decent job.
You won't need to be ashamed of me.
I am ashamed of you now.
Well, I ought to get started
if lateness is not to be added to my other transgressions.
Good. Now, pay attention to where the light is hitting that lemon.
- Exactly. - Oh, no!
What is it, Frances?
I've ruined it. I give up.
No.
You mustn't be afraid to fail, or you'll never succeed.
So, I should have another go?
Absolutely.
Try again next week.
Now, may I remind you
that while it's important to copy the bowl of fruit
what I'm looking for is your own vision of the fruit.
Your own feelings.
Now, be sure before you go, to write your names on your pictures
and leave them to dry. I'll collect them.
Yes, Miss Brook.
Miss Brook!
- May we give you a ride? - See you tomorrow!
Oh, I'd be taking you out of your way.
Nonsense. It would be our pleasure to see you home.
Besides, we ought to pay our neglected call on Aunt Agnes.
Oh, she'll be pleased to see you.
Will you protect us?
That won't be necessary.
Aunt Agnes is rather cross with me, but not with you.
Even so, you're the only person in New York who stands up to her.
She must find it a novel sensation.
There you go.
Thank you for seeing me.
I was rather nervous when it took so long for you to answer.
You were right to be nervous.
Did it not occur to you to speak to me
before you addressed my daughter?
I suppose I was carried away.
Well, the answer is no.
Gladys will not agree to be your wife.
Is that it?
Am I to have no chance to put my case?
I've brought papers proving my financial status
and I'll inherit my mother's house on 61st Street
so Gladys's home would be right across from yours.
You are welcome to show me what you like.
I am not in a hurry.
But nothing will alter my conclusion.
You know that I am very much in love with her?
Well, that is what I do not quite know.
But you are right to claim it
since a love match is the one thing I am determined on for her.
- Then I can assure you that I do... - Please.
You have not convinced her, and you will not convince me.
I think you may genuinely like her
and that you intended her to be happy in her life with you.
- More than I can... - Let me finish.
I understand these marriages of convenience
take place in every fashionable church in this city.
But I want more than that for my child.
Of course you do, and I can only assure...
Let us leave it there, Mr. van Rhijn.
And now you should go.
We were so very sad when Marian told us your news.
- Thank you. - Our prayers are with you
but if there's anything else we can do...
If you mean it, I'd really like to be busy again.
Well, I'd be more than happy
to welcome you back here, if that would help.
Hurray!
I've tried a few others
but no one measured up to you, Miss Scott.
I told you.
Well, I'd like to come back
but there is still the matter of Miss Armstrong.
Leave Armstrong to me.
I shall explain to her the way things are going to be.
So, when can you start?
Right away, I think. But I need to speak with my parents.
Of course.
This is good of you all to waste your time on me.
Oh, no, Mrs. Blane.
You're the kind one to give young Master Russell here a chance.
May I introduce him and his mother, Mrs. George Russell?
Mr. McAllister is right. You're very generous.
It's my pleasure.
Let's go in.
I think we should start through here, in the morning room.
These little rooms, big enough for a gathering of four...
what was the point of them?
My husband liked small rooms.
He said it was the only way to keep warm
without breaking the bank.
They don't reek of hospitality.
Nor did he.
Another rabbit hutch.
He makes her laugh, which is always a promising start.
It was good of you to arrange this.
What are friends for?
Let me show you the drawing room.
It's a little less cramped, which is something, I suppose.
It's not too bad.
But it's very...
what's the word I'm looking for?
Drab? Dreary?
The chimneypiece looks as if his grandmother chose it.
She did. Almost.
It came from his aunt.
She liked decorations, and he liked saving money.
So, when she died, he used it in here.
How depressing.
Well, what would you suggest?
Well, the thing these rooms need is light.
More light and more space. That's what we have to figure out.
But it will be a great place for parties when we're done.
Well, it's settled.
Larry, may I call you Larry?
Is going to undertake the work.
What? Surely you need more time to make a decision.
Wouldn't you like to come to our house
and see what he's done there?
Don't talk her out of it, Mother.
Oh, she won't. I always operate on instinct, Mrs. Russell.
And my instinct tells me to hire Larry.
- When could you start? - Straight away. Oh, one thing.
I'm going to the Newport Lawn Tennis Tournament on the twelfth.
So, I'll have to take the day off.
A friend of mine from Harvard is playing
- and I've sworn to be there. - I can't remember
when I was last at the casino.
My husband didn't like sports of any kind
and I suppose I got out of the habit.
Well, you're welcome to come with me.
Really?
Aren't you going with a rather young crowd?
Well, then they'll be glad to see Mrs. Blane.
- I'll come for you at two. - Make it twelve.
And I'll give you some luncheon first.
But I'll see you before then.
Now, let me show you the rooms upstairs.
Just this way.
We can also replace...
I'm not sure it's terribly helpful
to suggest that Mrs. Blane is too old to watch tennis.
I just didn't want her to be trapped
in a crowd of shouting young men from Harvard.
Oh, I think she'll enjoy it.
By the way, I've had an idea
which could be useful for you in the opera war.
You better not tell Mrs. Astor.
Dear lady, I am only sharing information.
And you'd better not tell Mrs. Astor about it.
Now, have you heard of Joshua Winterton?
He has old money
and one of the first "cottages" to be built here.
Anyway, he's been a widower for years
and now has astonished the town
by getting married after a short engagement.
So short, in fact, that no one has met her yet.
Doesn't he have a box at the Academy?
Why would they want to get involved with the opera war?
He has one, yes
but I'm told his wife is young and likes to play
so she may find the Academy crowd a little stuffy.
And there's no reason
why they couldn't take a box at the Metropolitan as well.
And he has money, you say?
Oh, lots and lots and lots of it.
I'll introduce you when I give my ball at the casino.
Oh, and no tiaras, by the way.
I like flowers and feathers when I'm by the sea.
Your wish is my command.
What do we have here, John?
My broken alarm clock.
Are you attempting to repair it?
Not exactly.
I'd like to understand how it functions and why it failed.
You're making quite an effort for the tea.
Miss Brook asked me to.
She's invited the new rector of St. Thomas Church to join them.
- That explains it. - I want everything to be just right.
Do you think if it's perfect, Mrs. van Rhijn'll forgive you
for keeping Miss Marian's job a secret?
It wasn't my place to tell her.
And I only gave Miss Marian a packed lunch. She has to eat.
Besides, you knew about it and Jack.
Then let us hope your cakes redeem us all.
So, when did your family come over?
My grandfather got to Boston in 1794.
He saw Europe going up in flames after the French Revolution
and wanted to avoid the carnage.
We cannot criticize him for that.
Why Boston?
You're right. It wasn't the obvious choice.
We were Italian, not Irish.
But my father was Catholic, so there's some logic to it.
And when did they escape the clutches of the Vicar of Rome?
My father married an Episcopalian
and, to be frank, she was the stronger character of the two.
My father died when I was quite young
and so my mother got her way.
And what of your own wife? Should she be with us today?
I'm not married.
I've always thought it a blessing for our church over the Catholics
that our clergy can marry and share the burden of their ministry.
I agree.
I suppose I just haven't been lucky.
Is your mother still living?
No. She died some time ago.
I don't think I could have left Boston otherwise.
How dutiful and good.
Bless you.
Ada, you are the parishioner here and not the rector.
It is not for you to dispense blessings.
- But I am happy to accept it. - Thank you.
Mr. Oscar van Rhijn.
Oscar?
You remember the Reverend Mr. Forte from St. Thomas?
Of course.
I must take my leave. I have Evensong at six.
Oh, we must attend one day.
- I hope you will. - Let us see you out.
Thank you for taking the time to come see us.
Yes. Thank you, Reverend.
- Are you all right? - We must meet again.
My bid for Gladys Russell has failed.
I see.
So, will that be the end of it?
The absolute end, as her father was good enough
to relay when he summoned me to his office yesterday.
I'm sorry.
How lovely!
I'm glad we were able to meet Mr. Forte again.
We ought to entertain more. It's so much fun.
I agree. And I liked your rector.
He is not my rector, but I'm glad you like him.
I would have enjoyed it more
if I could have got a word in edgewise.
- Oh, Aunt Agnes. - I mean it.
What came over you? Had you taken chatter pills?
He was so pleasant and interested.
Hardened criminals have answered fewer questions in the dock.
I wonder you didn't ask to see his mother's death certificate.
Well, I thought he had a wonderful time talking to both of you.
And I hope we can see more of him.
I doubt it. I suspect he'll be unavoidably detained
if we try again.
Two thousand workers walked off the job?
Yes.
Of course, it was in Chicago, but the news will travel
and their action will embolden others, including your own workforce.
How do we get the better of these unions?
I'm not sure. Their demands keep coming thick and fast
and the leaders are bringing in new members by the dozen.
Is this true of Henderson?
Bill Henderson. That's right.
He represents the Amalgamated Association
of Iron and Steel Workers in Pittsburgh.
At present, they don't have the power or the men
to do what they did in Chicago.
Not yet.
But you're right. This could be a harbinger for us.
As you said yourself to the others, we must never surrender to threats.
To yield is to lose.
I have no intention of yielding.
But doing nothing is no longer an option.
What do you propose?
You must go to Pittsburgh.
Meet Henderson. Find out what he really wants.
See if we can buy him off.
You mean I should offer him money?
Money or a little power.
Power is very seductive, I'm told.
Suppose he's a man of principle?
It'll just make him more expensive.
Mr. McNeil?
Can I help you, sir?
I'm afraid Mr. Russell is out, and Mrs. Russell is in Newport.
In fact, I was looking for the servants' entrance.
The servants' entrance, sir?
Yes.
Well, if you walk down the side alley
you'll come to it on your left.
But is it something I could help with?
I have a message for the footman, Collyer.
No one here is called Collyer.
He was serving at the dinner Mrs. Russell gave
for the new opera house.
An older man. Bald.
I think you must mean Mr. Watson, the master's valet.
Was he in the dining room that night?
I believe he was, sir. Yes.
McNeil? Is that you?
- Mr. Russell. - Come in.
I mustn't disturb you. I was just going to leave a message.
Mr. McNeil asked after Mr. Watson.
Well, come into the library.
He may be trying to poach him, sir.
Mr. Watson is out, sir.
I suppose he thought you wouldn't need him
before you changed this evening.
And I won't. Thank you, Church.
Well, I'm no less curious
as to why you wish to leave my valet a message.
Church suspects you of wanting to steal him away.
Don't worry. I have a valet of my own
with whom I am quite content.
Won't you explain what this is all about, then?
I can't, because it's not my secret.
But I assure you, Watson has done nothing wrong.
I should be going.
Won't you give me his message?
No. I'll write again, now I have the facts straight.
I'm sorry to have taken so much of your time.
Will that be everything, ma'am?
Thank you.
But before you go, I do have some news.
Oh, yes, madam?
Miss Scott will be returning.
Here?
No, to Timbuktu. Of course, here.
She will be living in her old room and working for me again.
I see.
- I don't want any trouble. - I'm sure.
But Miss Scott will not stop her writing
whatever she may pretend.
I'm willing to take my chances with Miss Scott, but not with you.
I never started anything, ma'am.
In fact, we never had a problem until Miss Scott moved in.
Because you created trouble for her as soon as she arrived.
I wanted to protect your good name.
It has been some years since my good name was in any danger.
Now, I need your word.
You will only treat Miss Scott with courtesy and respect.
But what if she's unkind to me?
Then, knowing Miss Scott, I'd say you had it coming.
And if that is too much to ask
Bridget looks after Miss Ada and Miss Marian
she can see to me as well
until I have found a replacement.
You would replace me?
Well, if you cannot behave, you leave me no choice.
But what would I do?
- How would I live? - Oh, there is no need for this.
- I mean, you can get another job. - No.
People like to train a maid when there are many years left in her.
No one will want to bother with training me. Not now.
Here.
Your fate is in your hands.
If you show kindness to Miss Scott
- then you may keep your position. - But, ma'am...
I see you have mistaken this for a discussion
when I am simply giving an order.
Now, make sure my blue dress with the ruffle is ready for tomorrow.
Yes, ma'am.
- Hello there, Miss Peggy. - Hi, James.
We hardly get to see you now that you're over at the Globe.
- You looking for your father? - Yes.
He's in back.
Peggy, I wasn't expecting you.
I have some news I wanted to share with you in person.
I have been offered my old job back on 61st Street.
- And you're taking it, I assume? - Here you are, Mr. Collins.
I need a new start.
If you need something new, why are you going back there?
Because we can't go on like this.
We need to get away from each other.
That's not what family does.
Our family has done a great many things
that are not what a real family does.
It's all my doing.
- We've been through this, Father. - And...
I know you're sorry.
You don't have to keep repeating it.
I wish your mother knew.
She does. She just needs more time.
Have you told her your news?
- Yes. She understands. - One moment. I'll be right with you.
Mr. Scott?
- You should get back to work. - All right.
Do you need anything?
- Take this. - Father.
Take it.
And don't forget about us over here in Brooklyn.
Remember how much...
your mother loves you.
I know.
You don't have to sound so final. I'm just going to Manhattan.
I'll come back to visit.
I will hold you to that.
Thank you, Bannister.
Tell us more about your house in Newport.
We've just taken it for the season.
Charles won't buy until he's convinced we'll enjoy it.
Very sensible.
This is from Lina Astor.
Lina wants to come here
and discuss her plans to save the Academy.
- Really? - Yes. Next week.
Mr. McAllister will join us
to devise a strategy to combat the Metropolitan.
Mr. McAllister? This is serious.
Mrs. Russell's opera dinner has stirred up a lot of trouble.
Well, the Academy can count on us.
Marian, could you join us in Newport on Friday?
There's a tennis tournament at the casino
and I have someone for you to meet.
You could stay for Mr. McAllister's party.
What an excellent idea. Of course, she'd be delighted.
What about your classes at the school?
Trust you to think of that.
There's a midterm break from this Friday to Monday
so I won't miss anything.
Tell us about this mysterious "someone" she is to meet.
Edward Morgan works at Charles's bank
although he's younger, of course.
His parents have a place in Newport and a house on East 56th.
- Is his mother Arabella Morgan? - Yes.
Then I know exactly who he is.
She was born a Winthrop.
And Marian would certainly like to meet him.
I'd like to see Newport, anyway.
Then it's settled.
Now I must dash. I am late for a fitting.
Thank you for coming, Aurora.
Thank you.
Have you a houseful coming with me?
No. Why?
I just wondered if we could include Oscar.
He's been rather down, lately.
Because of that awful business?
He's a lot better now
but a few days in Newport would do him so much good.
I don't see why not. I'll send him a note when I get home.
I'm going upstairs. I have some drawings to mark.
I'm glad. Mr. Morgan sounds perfect.
Really, Agnes?
Why don't you just run up to Fifth Avenue
and stop any carriage that has a man inside?
If I did, I doubt I would know his mother.
And unifying the facade lightens the appearance.
Oh, yes.
Now I see what you mean.
Where will you live while the work is going on?
- In New York? - Oh, certainly not.
I shall stay here for as long as I can
and when I do move out, I'll come back every day.
You don't mind disruption, then?
I gave 20 years to a man who couldn't bear
to use a different spoon with his egg in the morning.
I long for a bit of disruption.
Oh, the evenings I have spent with him in this room
sitting in silence.
- Why silence? - Well, he was deaf by the end
which if I'm honest, made it a bit easier.
By then, we didn't even try to talk.
I'm sorry. I shouldn't laugh.
No, you should. You should.
That's exactly what this house has been missing.
Thank you.
I hope you like champagne.
I do.
But shouldn't we wait until the job's done before we celebrate?
I like to celebrate a new beginning.
And that's what I'm doing now.
Beginning a new life in this house.
A new life with new people.
I hope I can be one of them.
Of course.
You are already.
Oh, it's nice to have you back, Miss Scott.
It's nice to be back. Thank you.
You've missed dinner.
Shall I get you something?
No time. I'm behind on my sewing.
Miss Ada added some things to my pile.
She wants them mended to give to the church.
I don't know how I'm going to finish it all.
I would offer you help, but I'm not good with a needle.
I can sew.
You're the secretary. Why would you bother with that?
John, we show respect for all work.
I'd like to help. It's a good distraction.
So, my work is a mere distraction.
- From what may I ask? - Nothing.
She's offering you help, Miss Armstrong.
I can manage.
Does that mean you don't want my help?
I can sew.
Fine.
Forty, fifteen. Sears.
Game, Sears.
Amazing.
Are you a tennis player, Mr. Morgan?
I used to be. But I've got rather bigger fish to fry these days.
Do you spend a lot of time in Newport?
My parents have a place in the town
and I usually try to get down for McAllister's casino party.
Oh, look, Mr. Russell.
Yes.
Excuse us.
Is this the friend we've come to see?
Yes. Dick Sears. And right now, he's winning.
Oh, Miss Brook!
- Oh, hello. - Hello, Miss Brook.
Good day, Mr. Russell.
May I present Oscar van Rhijn?
This is Mrs. Blane.
- Do you know Newport well? - I live here.
But how original.
Larry.
What are you doing in Newport?
Staying with my cousin, Mrs. Fane. What about you?
I'm working here.
I wondered why I hadn't seen you.
But I'm glad if your career's really getting started.
Yeah. It's a baptism by total immersion.
I'm overhauling one of the famous "cottages."
- Wish me luck. - Of course. I will.
But I'm sure you don't need it.
Who's this?
Mrs. Blane, my current employer
may I present our neighbor in New York, Miss Marian Brook.
How do you do?
Larry's been teaching me the rules of the game.
You couldn't have a better teacher.
Miss Brook!
Oh, heavens.
Why don't you go and say hello to Gladys Russell?
She's over there.
Excuse me.
Oh, yeah. No, actually...
Miss Russell.
Are you here with your mother?
No. She had some letters she wanted to write.
- The Wetmores brought me. - It's nice to see you.
It's even better to be away from my mother's watchful eye.
How do you manage your aunt so easily?
Aunt Agnes only approved this trip
because Cousin Aurora is trying to match me with a man.
What's he like?
Dreadful, I'm afraid.
Perhaps we should escape in that direction.
Thank you.
Forty, fifteen.
I hope you can be friends again.
- He told you? - Yes.
And before you ask, he'll be fine.
My father wants me to wait until I fall in love.
How heartening.
I never thought of Mr. Russell as a romantic.
I mean to depend on him to help me judge a suitor's intentions.
Father won't be blinded, even if I am.
My orders are simple.
I'm to find a man with birth, position, and money.
What about looks?
I think that's up to me. But they are not a top priority.
Are you avoiding me, Miss Brook?
What makes you say that?
Well, if you're not, come back with me now
and we'll rejoin Mrs. Fane.
Fifteen, love.
As do I.
Excuse me.
- Who is that? - Poor Miss Brook.
I wish her friends wouldn't try to pair her off.
She'd have plenty of suitors without their help.
Could the Wetmores see you home?
I'm sure they will, but why?
If Dick Sears wins, we'll celebrate.
Can't I join you?
I'm not sure Mother would approve.
Mother isn't here.
Before Mr. Morgan returns with his drink
I believe we owe Marian an apology.
- Yeah. - Excuse me, I...
Charles liked him so much at the bank. That's my excuse.
He's a completely different person there, or he seems to be.
It's often hard to tell who people really are.
I was always warned never to take a soldier as a suitor
until I'd met him out of uniform.
I'd say Mr. Morgan would be only too happy to get out of his uniform.
- Oscar! - Oscar, don't be vulgar.
I can manage.
He's not the first man I've met who drinks too much.
Who's that for?
They were running low on champagne, so I took two.
What were you talking about when I arrived?
The new museum on Fifth Avenue.
Have you been there yet?
I don't waste my time on museums.
Oh, Cousin Dashiell!
How nice to see you.
Mr. Montgomery.
Mr. Morgan.
How are you familiar with Newport?
I used to be.
Harriet and I took a house here every summer.
- Oscar... - I was just saying
I can't waste my time on museums.
I have a life to live.
Don't you agree?
Dashiell, why don't you show Marian the rest of the casino?
- Yes. - She's new to the town
and she'd enjoy it.
What?
I thought Miss Brook and I were to get to know each other.
I'll have her back in a moment.
Love, thirty.
I hope you won't.
I know lots of places to hide.
Dashiell!
We're still taking bets on who'll win. What do you say?
All right. Fifty dollars on...
Which player shall I bet on?
I only know the name of one.
Dick Sears. He's a friend of Larry Russell's.
But $50?
Dick Sears.
Let's hide over here.
Good day, Mr. Church.
Mr. Bannister.
Are you having a busy day?
This and that. What about you?
I promised myself a morning of paperwork
but things keep getting in the way.
Of course. You're a keen letter writer, as I remember.
- I wonder if... - If what?
I just hope we might leave that incident in the past.
I was very angry, and I behaved foolishly.
It almost cost me my job.
As I say, it was stupid.
And I apologize unreservedly.
But can we put it behind us?
Forgive and forget, you mean?
Yes, I always wonder about that phrase.
It is, I agree, sometimes possible to forgive.
But one cannot forget.
Well, I hope we can live in peace.
I'll bear that in mind, Mr. Church.
And now, good day to you.
Match point, Sears.
Game, set, and match, Sears.
Dick Sears wins, thank heavens.
Why, particularly?
Marian told me to bet on him.
Oh, I'd have felt awful if he'd lost.
As it is, I shall use my prize money to take you for a treat.
Oh, there's no need.
You didn't give me any tips.
I'll give you a tip, Mr. Morgan.
Go home and sleep it off.
I didn't think you'd be back so soon.
I shouldn't be.
Why is that?
There was a fuss with Miss Gladys the day we traveled
and I forgot to pack a dress Mrs. Russell wants to wear
at Mr. McAllister's ball.
It's my fault.
Everyone makes mistakes.
Not when you're trying to prove
you should be taken on as her permanent lady's maid.
It'll be all right.
I hope so.
And I wish you a good journey back to Newport.
When I get home, perhaps we could have some more coffee?
I'd like that.
That was a lovely afternoon.
Thank you.
I guess I should leave you here.
If you want to.
Oh, thank you, Trent. I can manage from here.
I'd rather stay.
That's good to hear.
He's coming to Newport without letting the mistress know?
He wants it to be a surprise.
We'll travel on the same train as you
and then ride in whatever vehicle they send for you and Adelheid.
I must pack.
Before you do, I should tell you
that a friend of Mr. Russell's was here earlier, asking for you.
- I'm sorry? - A Mr. McNeil.
He said he'd a message for you, but he wouldn't say what.
Where is the message?
He didn't leave one. He had your name wrong.
Why do you say that?
Well, he asked for a Mr. Collyer
but then he seemed to think it was you he wanted.
I dare say you'll hear from him before long.
I dare say I will.
It's very early for you to be up.
It's very late for you to get home.
- Were you waiting for me? - I was worried.
Can't I worry when my son stays out all night?
Let me go.
I'm only here for a bath and a change of clothes.
What is it?
Scent, and probably French.
No wonder you need a bath.
- What would you like me to say? - Come into the drawing room.
Where were you all night?
At Mrs. Blane's house.
Was it a party or just the two of you?
Do you really want me to spell it out for you?
I want to know what you think you're doing
with a woman twice your age, and ill-suited for you
in so many other respects I haven't got time to list them.
I like Mrs. Blane.
When there are countless charming
and suitable young ladies for you to pursue?
Susan Blane appeals to me mostly
because she's quite unlike those suitable young ladies.
And I'm fairly certain you don't want me to elaborate on that.
Other young men deal with these things
without causing comment.
Yes. They go to prostitutes.
- Would you prefer me to do the same? - I'd prefer there to be no scandal.
I can't believe this.
Susan Blane is a decent woman.
Decent women don't sleep with men young enough to be their sons!
- This one does! - Keep your voice down!
Look, I'm happy.
Haven't you always said that all you want is my happiness?
Not at the expense of your good name.
Will you accompany her to the party tonight?
I'm perfectly content to take you and Gladys
as long as you don't expect me to come home with you.
Now I must get changed.
How was Pittsburgh?
If I'm honest, things are worse than I thought.
What was Henderson like?
Clever. No doubt about that. And stubborn as a mule.
You mean he wouldn't be bought off?
I offered him promotion and money.
I almost offered him wine, women, and song, but he won't shift.
Ask him to come to New York.
What?
Put him up at the Brunswick on Fifth Avenue.
The Brunswick? Henderson?
Get him a suite, and make a date for him to have lunch at my home.
And now, I must run.
It's good.
I'll make some notes, so come back later in the week.
Of course.
In the meantime, I can handle another assignment.
I do have a lead on a story that could pan out
though I won't know until tomorrow.
I'd hate to have you take the ferry all the way here for nothing.
It's no trouble at all. I'm living on 61st Street again.
For what reason?
I had to get away from Brooklyn.
And work is a real help.
So, I'm grateful to Mrs. van Rhijn, and to you.
Yes.
Work is the only thing that numbs the pain.
- Is that last set done? - Almost, yes, sir.
My wife and I lost a baby boy a few years ago.
I'm so sorry.
I guess you've had to learn that for yourself, then.
Yes.
Yes, I was grateful I could come here and have something to do.
It gave me a reason to get out of bed every day.
I had no idea.
Well, people don't talk much about such things.
I understand why.
Even under these circumstances
I'm happy to have you back, Miss Scott.
Church, you've arrived. Good.
Has Adelheid brought the missing dress?
She has, madam. She's upstairs now unpacking it.
And that's not all...
Surprise!
- I thought you couldn't get away. - I couldn't.
But the thought of you all alone at McAllister's party...
And now I'll have something to wear.
I hope you're pleased to see me.
Very. For several reasons.
That sounds ominous.
Larry's in way over his head with the woman he's working for.
Mrs. Blane?
You surprise me.
But I suppose boys will be boys. Won't it just play itself out?
Maybe.
I see.
How long will I have my husband here with me?
This has to be a short visit, I'm afraid.
Things are getting worse in Pittsburgh.
And what are you going to do?
Clay has been to see the head of the union.
A man called Henderson.
I want to arrange a meeting with him, a luncheon, at our house.
And I need your help.
Will you do that for me?
I'll do anything for you.
Surely you know that by now.
I saw you talking to that Miss Weber yesterday.
And why shouldn't he?
I like her.
Did you get anywhere with the clock?
I made a list of the tools that I need, and I'll get 'em, too.
I hope it was broken.
It was.
Because it won't work again once you get started on it.
We don't know that.
I got some ideas. I know a bit about it.
Bridget, I need that mending first thing in the morning.
What's this?
I helped Bridget with the sewing.
I couldn't do it all.
Is this some sort of trick?
It seems as if Miss Scott has done you a good turn, Miss Armstrong.
Aren't you going to say thank you?
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
Bridget, come and help me.
I confess, I am surprised.
That I did you a favor?
No, not exactly.
I'm surprised you were allowed back into this house.
I have no quarrel with you, Miss Armstrong.
I mean it.
But I promise, you do not want one with me.
You were right about Mr. McNeil.
He's written, asking to meet me.
What's it all about?
Mr. McNeil is my son-in-law. His wife is my daughter.
What?
So, you waited on your own child at dinner?
I'm sorry to have asked that of you.
You weren't to know.
My life... was very different, once.
Obviously.
So, how will you manage things?
They can't entertain if it becomes public knowledge
that her father is dressing Mr. Russell.
I imagine that's why Mr. McNeil wants to meet me.
Then I suggest you should keep the appointment.
This is splendid.
I'm glad you were able to come.
I was desperate to get away from New York.
They're still talking about your opera party.
I've had an invitation to be the chairman of their fundraising.
Have you, indeed?
I'm to find takers for the boxes.
So, the war is heating up.
This needs some thought.
Why? Are you afraid to be seen with the leader of the winning side?
Don't be too sure.
There's still plenty of fight left in Mrs. Astor.
Then we're evenly matched, and you'll need to pick a team.
Not necessarily.
If Mrs. Astor wins, then I will have been loyal all along.
And if I win?
Then I will be the friend to help Mrs. Astor accept defeat.
Clever. But will you help me?
In my way.
To start with, you'll meet the Wintertons this evening.
Good. I'm going to tempt her with your plan
and persuade her to take a box in both houses.
What will Mrs. Astor say to that?
Well, no doubt we'll find out.
- Gentlemen. - Mr. McAllister.
There's Mrs. Fane and Miss Brook.
Enjoy your evening.
Here's my other cousin, Mr. Oscar van Rhijn.
May I introduce you to Miss Maud Beaton?
How do you do?
Your name rings a bell. Do you know my mother?
I've heard of your mother.
Mrs. Drexel spoke about her the other day.
All good, I hasten to add.
I love the Drexels.
Are you staying with them while you're in Newport?
No, with some friends who live near Mrs. Fish.
I was at her party last night.
I'm sorry I missed it.
But I wonder why our paths have never crossed 'til now.
Probably because I've been living in Europe. In Paris, mostly.
How was that?
Well, Paris is wonderful, apart from the Parisians.
We can agree on that, at least.
Miss Brook, hello again.
Hello.
Are you free of your unwanted suitor at the tennis match?
Don't remind me.
Will they let you choose for yourself in the future?
I doubt it.
You're not alone in that.
Larry, hello.
Ah, it's you again.
It's nice to see you.
You remember Miss Brook?
Of course. The next-door neighbor.
What were you going to say?
Only that the Cowans are here
and I think they might have a job for you.
Then you must go.
Oh, Miss Collins, hello.
Tell me about Miss Beaton.
It's complicated.
Officially, her father was the late John Beaton
but I've heard it said that her real father is Jay Gould
and he takes an interest in her.
I have no idea if it's true, of course
but she certainly seems to have a great deal of money
at her disposal.
Which is why you introduced us.
Please don't make me regret it.
She's a nice woman, whatever the truth about her.
And she goes everywhere.
What about her mother?
I'm told she was a Stuyvesant, but she's dead now.
That was why Maud went to France, to get over it.
I think she has a sort of paid companion in New York.
It sounds suitable and charming.
You must only pursue her if your heart is really in it.
You know me. I am all heart.
- Mr. Montgomery. - I thought I might find you here
if you hadn't gone back to New York.
I'm going home tomorrow. School starts again on Monday.
Then I want to remind you
that I owe you a treat when we're back.
I've told you, there's no need.
Oh, how beautiful they look, dancing.
- May I ask you to dance with me? - Well...
Can I claim this dance, Miss Brook?
Oh, you're still in Newport, Mr. Morgan?
And I'd like to dance with you.
Oh, that would be so nice
but I've just accepted Mr. Montgomery.
There you are. Mr. and Mrs. Russell
may I present Mr. and Mrs. Winterton?
You all should know each other.
You have so much in common.
I'm sure.
But for now, we must continue in Mr. McAllister's wake.
Your former lady's maid is now your neighbor in Newport?
Welcome to America.
Father, you're very quiet.
- What is there to say? - Nothing.
Until we're alone and back at the house.
And I'll decide what we say...
if we say anything at all.