[Conchita] ♪ An English duke A handsome man ♪
♪ Who's gonna be his duchess? ♪
Nan! [chuckles]
♪ Oh, Duchess Nan, Duchess Nan ♪
♪ "Oh, I could never marry Oh, wait, he's a duke?" ♪
- Conchie-- Conchie, stop it. - ♪"Yes, I can" ♪
- It doesn't even scan. - [laughing]
You know I didn't know he was a duke.
She didn't know he was a duke.
Oh, she thought he was an artist.
- Well, why didn't you just say? - Stop it, stop it. Seriously.
How can I marry him? I've met him twice.
He barely knows me. He knows nothing about me at all.
Oh, darling. After the wedding is when the knowing starts.
Marriage is...
[chuckles] Don't underestimate it.
If anything, I've overestimated it.
I've been estimating it every single moment since he's asked.
I can't possibly be a duchess.
Give me one good reason why you couldn't be a duchess.
What actually is a duchess?
[chuckles]
It's just that Theo-- He appeared, and...
he just made me feel--
- He made you feel! Oh! [chuckling] - Stop. Stop it.
[exhales heavily] Like I could escape somehow
and-- and when I'm with him,
I could just-- I can almost just forget who I am.
[Mabel] I'll tell you who you are.
You're a person whose crazy engagement got us invited
to the Duchess of Tintagel's private ball.
- [squeals] - [Mabel] Can you imagine?
[Conchita] Oh, wouldn't Lizzy just love this?
Still no letter?
I can't believe she didn't tell anyone why she was going home.
[sighs] She looked so pale when she set off for the ship.
It's just not like Lizzy.
Well, we'll be back home with her in just a few weeks.
Poor Jinny thinks we're going to New York for her enormous wedding,
but I intend on spending the entire trip cuddling Lizzy
and the poodle and pretending England doesn't exist.
Girls! Oh, girls.
["North American Scum" playing]
[Conchita] Girls, say goodbye to Conchita.
I'm back in character. Obedient and demure.
Conchie, are you--
Of course. I'm the perfect wife.
Miss St. George?
The duchess invites you to meet her in the drawing room this afternoon.
Also, from the duke.
[Richard] Conchita!
You're here. Come and see inside.
I can't stand to see Conchita--
Nan?
[breathing heavily]
Hello.
So you're not painting, then?
I-I fear I may have ambushed you at Runnymede.
By being a secret duke?
I am a duke.
So I gathered, eventually.
And-And I wanted to say...
when I asked you to be my wife, I wanted it to be a pure question,
unburdened by context.
[scoffs] This is who I am.
Though, I'm afraid I come with a price.
[both chuckle]
We-- We must survive tonight's ball,
the whole performance of the thing.
And after that, if you feel it-- it's not the life for you...
[sighs] ...then you must call it off.
[chuckles] You mean that?
With no reflection on your reputation.
I'm afraid my context is inescapable.
But I would like to show you, if I may, the full picture.
So that you can make a real choice.
To be a-- a duchess.
To be with me.
[chuckles] The actual me.
All this way to drink tea in someone else's house.
Balls. [exhales deeply]
Endless unnecessary expense leading to inevitable disappointment.
- Oh, like marriage, then? [chuckles] - [sighs]
Or, uh, parenthood. [chuckles]
[footsteps approaching]
Oh, only two hours late.
What was it, ribbon shopping or dancing with the footmen?
[chuckles]
A relief, Richard, to have some peace.
You finally got her to behave.
Well done, you.
Are all of your friends coming this evening?
[Lord Brightlingsea] One of them scuttled off to New York with the mothers.
The pretty one. Um, nothing useful to say.
Could be any of them.
[Richard] Lizzy went back home to New York,
but the rest are all invited. So, yes. Of course.
[Mabel] Conchita, she's here! It's Jinny! Jinny's here!
How the duchess tolerates this barbarian invasion.
How any of us do?
Well, let's hope Seadown's girl is a little more docile.
We must just grit our teeth and think of the money she'll bring.
If it gets that far. He may just be toying with her.
- May I present Lady Seadown. - [Conchita gasps]
- [Jinny chuckles] - [chuckles]
- We eloped. Can you believe it? - [Conchita] No.
[Seadown] I'm afraid we simply couldn't wait.
But what about New York and the wedding plans?
Your mother's measured every cathedral in Manhattan.
I know. But when you've absolutely decided what you want--
Love isn't about the display and the fuss.
- That's what we realized, isn't it? - [Jinny] Mm-hmm.
- Love is about the two of us. - The romance. [chuckles]
Lord and Lady Seadown.
- Congratulations! [chuckles] - Oh, my goodness. Congratulations!
- [Conchita chuckles] So happy for you. - [Theo] Congratulations.
[Jinny] Thanks, Conchita. [chuckles]
- [Nan] Congratulations. - Ah.
[Lady Brightlingsea] They eloped? Pure theater.
[scoffs]
[Nan] She looked happy.
Well, everyone's happy for about three seconds after their wedding.
Dick and I were either looking at each other
or touching each other, or both, for weeks.
But if Jinny wants to--
Oh, it's not about what we want, darling. Trust me.
If we all got what we wanted,
I'd be in New York with a house full of men
and cream cakes and poodles--
But eloping. If there's one thing that I'd pick out that Jinny wouldn't--
[door opens]
I've prepared her bottle, Lady Marable.
- Thank you so much. - Oh.
- Do you need anything else? - No, that's all.
You're an angel. Thank you.
- [door closes] - [sighs] You know,
I thought at least they'd approve of me hiring Miss Testvalley,
seeing as they used her themselves,
but of course, they just hate everything I do.
But do you think that Jinny is actually ha--
In that family, the best hope is survival.
But I've worked out the secret.
Silence.
No voice, no opinions.
It's better to be lonely and approved of than lonely and glowered at.
It is like the lights have gone out in you.
[sighs] Yes, but when the lights are out,
and it's quite dark,
there's no need for apologizing.
- [baby coos] - And besides, I'm not alone.
I have a baby. And now Jinny's my sister-in-law. [chuckles]
But it's her whole life, and she barely knows him.
Are we still talking about Jinny?
Let's get you a bottle.
[knocks]
Oh, sorry. Is Jinny here?
We're rather unprepared for visitors.
Oh. Um, I-- There's just the tour of the castle,
and I just wanted to see that-- if-- if Jinny wanted to--
She's looking forward to seeing you at the ball.
Okay, okay. Thank you.
[inhales deeply] I'll see you tonight! [sighs]
[giggles]
You know, your parents, they seem so--
My parents have very high standards, but you'll more than meet them,
- Lady Seadown. - [chuckles]
What's it like to be so perfect?
[chuckles] I never thought that I was until you started telling me.
I mean, I do my best, of course.
Your trying is one of the things I love the most about you.
Your perfect concentration.
Let others concern themselves with being peacocks.
Such magnificent beauty here.
It's entirely matched by what's inside here.
And pretty world-class on the outside, that bit too, of course.
James, can you imagine if we'd never met?
- No. No. [chuckles] - [chuckles]
All those years we spent not knowing each other...
and now I've got you.
My Jinny.
Nice view.
I just thought I'd sit for a while.
What are you reading?
A book.
Yeah, I think I heard of that.
So, Jinny and Seadown. Did you hear?
Your mother, is she--
Appalled, naturally, at the speed.
Though, when the bills must be paid...
Wow. Your family are desperate to make my friends feel worthless
when they lower themselves to marry your brothers.
Let's try and be happy for them, shall we?
[sighs]
[knocks]
Come in.
- Annabel. - I am glad to be here, Your Grace.
Are you? Or are you terrified?
[chuckles] Might I be half-glad and half-terrified?
Exactly as it should be.
I've never visited America. Ought I to bother?
- Yes, it's a very fine country-- - I'm going to stop you.
I'm extremely busy, it's a long way away and it's best to be realistic.
What do you love about my son?
- I, um-- - Quite right. You barely know him.
Marriage is alarming enough.
If young people understood how terrified of it they ought to be,
the clergy would go out of business.
[chuckles]
My son barely knows you, of course,
but I'm afraid he's impossibly in love with you.
Did he say that?
He spent the last ten years
being chased around every gathering and every drawing room
by every half-eligible girl in England.
And in all the years we've held the end-of-season ball,
he's never once brought a guest.
His face has never once softened the way it softens when he mentions your name.
[chuckles]
What will you wear tonight?
[chuckling]
It's perfectly possible to care about the state of the world
whilst also being frivolous about dresses.
I quite agree.
I'm wearing a blue dress, cornflower blue.
It has this beautiful thing from here to there.
Charming.
I wore a dress in the same blue to the Dorchester Ball when I was 19.
Theodore's father said I looked like a bluebell.
If I wore it now, of course, I'd look like a sea creature,
- but you'll get away with it. - Oh, I bet you--
With age and wisdom come many advantages and adventures
which far outweigh a small waist and soft complexion. I promise you.
[inhales deeply]
All this, the title...
is not easy for everyone.
It's not easy for Theo, of course.
He loathes it, only wants to paint.
I've asked him to paint me with a glint in my eye, and he won't.
But Annabel, I believe he'll put a glint in yours.
Now off you go. I have my drink to finish.
Your Grace, if you'll permit me,
I do see a glint in your eye, entirely of your own making, not man-made.
And I do think that if you wore that blue dress
you would still look like a bluebell.
Oh, you're quite wrong.
Bluebells hang their heads. They're famous for it.
I may have hung my head at the Dorchester Ball when I was 19,
but I'm a duchess now, and my head is always absolutely upright.
As yours must be.
At least in public.
So, the portraits are of the Tintagel family members
who, um, well--
How many times have you visited?
Every year.
- [Miles] Oh, God. - [Mabel chuckles]
Next, we will see the dining room where the family--
Dines? Slides down the table?
[Miles, Mabel chuckle]
We do have castles in New York, you know.
They built one in Central Park a few years ago.
When was this one built?
1342. Originally.
Oh. Okay.
After that, we'll see the staterooms for when the dignitaries visit.
The rest of the castle exists, of course. [chuckles]
But out here, ah, I can at least pretend it doesn't.
[Theo] It's a... [inhales deeply] ...sanctuary, I suppose.
A place to consider.
Or to feel... [sighs] ...nothing at all.
Which is sometimes equally appealing.
I don't paint people, generally.
It's almost like it moves.
[whispers] They're only colors on a canvas.
[chuckles] Oh, if I tried to put colors on a canvas...
[inhales deeply] ...it would be, um...
Be my guest.
[sighs]
[breathes deeply]
I don't know what it is, but it could be...
a snake.
Mm-hmm.
- Or a worm. I don't know. [chuckles] - [chuckles]
I thought you didn't paint people. [chuckles]
You're not people.
[exhales heavily]
The landscapes here are really beautiful.
You know, when I s-- I stayed nearby,
I-I went and walked, and I-I walked and I--
But I barely began to, um...
I guess the best way to see it all would be on a horse.
Is there much riding in New York City?
No.
But there is in Saratoga.
["Broken Horses" playing]
- [horse whinnying] - [Nan exclaims]
[horse whinnies]
[gasps]
[panting, shushing] It's okay. It's okay.
- [horse whinnying] - It's okay.
It's okay.
- [horse whinnies] - [exclaims, gasps]
[breathing shakily] Wha-- Why are you-- [inhales sharply]
[horse whinnies]
Whoa, whoa. Hey, hey. Right, if you could just grab the bridle--
I know how to catch a horse.
I saw you were in trouble, so I--
- I'm not one of those girls... - Nan?
...who gets in trouble and needs helping down from horses.
- [Theo] Are you hurt? - I'm-- I'm fine.
- I'm-- I am completely fine. - [panting]
- I thought you were going to be late. - [chuckling]
And miss a chance to be shouted at?
Nan, uh, this-- This is Guy Thwarte, m-my oldest friend.
How-How are you?
You're all Mother's talked about. [chuckles] Well, you and Nan.
Yes, I imagine she wants to hear all about Nan.
[Conchita] You know, Jinny's in for a rude awakening.
That family doesn't like anyone.
[chuckles] They don't even like each other.
Nan, do you think Dick will like my hair like this?
I can still be beautiful yet dutiful, right?
[knocks]
[stammers] For Miss St. George? From the duchess.
[Conchita chuckles]
This thing must be five million years old. Wow.
Let's see.
So, little Nan, how's the calling-it-off going?
- [Nan] Mmm. - [Conchita giggles]
- This might be the first time... - [chuckles]
...you're more dressed up than me.
Did you imagine this day would ever come? It's gonna be so--
Uh, my parents are asking if-if we'd join them for a drink on the terrace.
They asked for me?
Of course, Lady Marable.
Oh, my gosh. It's working. I'm no longer their worst daughter-in-law.
[inhales deeply] Good luck.
[sighs]
Nan? Where's my emerald bracelet?
Oh, my God. There you are. Here, come on in.
- Finally. Jinny. Jinny. - [sighs] I asked you to return it--
Are you happy? Truly?
What? Of course, darling. I'm married.
- Oh, Jinny, I just wanted to-- - Mother will be furious, of course,
but at least you won't have to wear the coral bridesmaid dress.
Oh, it was orange,
and I would have looked like an onion for certain,
but I would have gladly worn it because I knew that's something you wanted.
Oh, darling.
I know you've got this sweet thing going with the duke,
but when you really, truly love someone--
I love you.
[sighs] I love you, I do.
But this is what I want.
And you? Are you and Theo...
[sighs] How can I even think about marrying him...
when I'm...
I-I-- I-I don't even know who my mother is?
Yes, well, nobody knows, so how would he ever find out?
[Seadown] Virginia?
Um, I will talk to you tomorrow, okay?
I promise. Or later. I promise, okay? We'll talk later.
[groans]
[sighs]
They've given you the yellow room then. [sighs]
Quite right, of course.
You're far more important than me now. [sighs]
Though, much less dressed.
God, sorry, I'll just-- I'll--
So... [sighing] ...will you tell him?
Will you tell Theo about my mother?
He's a duke, you may have noticed.
And he resents it, of course, every day. But Nan, he absolutely lives by it.
And for a duke to marry--
Someone like me.
He couldn't possibly.
He'd be a laughingstock.
He'd lose any shred of credibility or authority.
- You haven't told him yourself? - No.
No, it just makes people run away.
I've never lied to him our whole lives.
And tonight?
- [door opens] - [gasps]
Mr. Thwarte was just...
And if there's anything else you need to know about the yellow room,
- feel free to ask. - [sighs]
Just down the hall.
Good decision to get her a dress.
Yeah. Good decision.
[door closes]
Shoulders back, old girl. Shoulders back.
Back to the summer of 1879, ideally.
When we still held hope of finding you a husband.
- [Lord Brightlingsea clears throat] - [walkers chattering]
Which version of American will this one be, one wonders?
Stormy seas enough to make one almost fearful.
Or wind subsided, waters entirely shallow?
Sisters now, yes? Good luck.
It's customary, I understand,
when one's son elopes, to feel disappointment.
Were you looking forward to a big bash, Mother?
A large public celebration of love?
- Weddings exhaust me, as you know. - Lengthy, expensive, loud.
The disappointment, in this case,
is that we believed Virginia might be different from her friends.
Our only goal, Lady Brightlingsea,
was to save you the fuss of a garish wedding.
I assure you an elopement drama is entirely unlike me.
As a wife, my chief aim will always be to avoid a show
and to meet your expectations,
- as well as those of my husband. - [chuckles]
So I believe that I am different, quite different.
Less of a peacock.
Calmer seas, ahoy.
[Theo] They're saying we're already late.
[Guy] Better crack on, then.
Don't.
- I did. I told you. - I-I said in England. [chuckles]
In all of England, no girl would ever be of interest.
Absolutely not. I said, one day, someone was gonna change your mind.
- We didn't-- We didn't specify continent. - [chuckles]
Well, in that case, thank you for knowing I was an idiot.
A given.
Mmm.
And also for sampling so very many of the available options on my behalf.
[chuckles]
Though, h-how you manage such success when you still can't tie your own tie.
That weekend at Runnymede,
Nan and I... [sighs] ...talked a little.
And isn't she extraordinary?
Uh, she-she moves in such an unexpected way.
- Have you noticed? - I mean...
- I-- [chuckles] I don't mean gracefully. - ...yes.
[chuckles] Because actually,
- she isn't always graceful. - [chuckling] God, no. She's--
I mean, she's all over the place.
- Yeah. - But did you see her on a horse?
[chuckles] She's wherever I turn, somehow, laughing, thinking, surprising me.
Making me catch my breath.
I mean, she's entirely remarkable. [chuckles]
Well, you've met her.
[scoffs, stammers] Barely.
[chuckling] Though, I heard you proposed after about three minutes.
And it could easily have been two.
[both chuckle]
I just...
Marriage. [chuckles]
Just be sure you know all there is to know.
[sighs]
[party guests chattering]
[sighs]
- My dress is so tight. [sighs] - You look absolutely beautiful.
- So do you. - Oh, I know. But nobody's looking at me.
- [whispering] What am I doing? - What?
I am pretending to everyone.
Who cares about everyone?
Nan, do you like him?
I think so.
[stammers] Yes.
- Nan. - Where's Jinny?
Nan, listen. Nan.
Annabel!
Tonight's not about Jinny or Conchita.
It's about you.
And you know what?
It's absolutely fine to decide you completely love it.
You're allowed to feel special.
Maybe you were born for this.
Okay?
[announcer] Miss Annabel St. George.
- [attendee 1] American. - [attendee 2] Yes.
But just lovely despite that.
The perfect duchess.
And my goodness, we've waited long enough.
You're beautiful. Do you loathe it?
Being beautiful? [chuckles]
[chuckles] But I expect that feels old hat.
No. Do you loathe all this?
I don't know yet. Do you?
Not tonight. Which is a novelty. [chuckles]
Everything, it seems, is immeasurably improved by you.
[chattering continues]
Thank heavens, someone I don't despise.
- [chuckles] Not dancing? - [sighs] I was waiting for you.
[chuckles] So like your mother.
- She would've danced tonight. - Oh, wouldn't she?
Well, what's the verdict?
I believe Nan will surprise us all. [sighs]
Everything's changing, isn't it?
Yes. It is.
- Oh, for God's sake, let's have a drink. - [sighs]
[upbeat music playing]
Strangest night of your life?
Easily. And only partly because you're being so well-behaved.
I'm the most tedious person here. It's a stiff competition.
I mean, I said to the girl, "Tea?"
I'm-- I'm not interested in these n-newfangled intermediate meals.
Why can't people eat enough at luncheon to last them until dinner?
- [all chuckle] - [Lord Brightlingsea] It's ridiculous.
God, everything is so easy for Jinny.
For both of you. [chuckles]
Nan, is it actually gonna turn out you get the dream?
'Cause that would be just like you.
[Lady Brightlingsea laughing]
Is your mother laughing? She's actually laughing.
Next minute they're gonna be braiding each other's hair.
Don't torture yourself.
- Jinny's different, that's all. - Yes. Different from a peacock, sure.
Is there a bird that's called a backstabber?
If there is, they don't live in England.
How very fortunate for them.
Well, I just mean she's different fro--
- from-- - Me?
Oh, you worked it out, haven't you?
Anyone can see that.
Of course, Jinny's just the same as all of you.
But-- No, no, I d-- I didn't mean...
- There you have the breakfast. - [Lady Brightlingsea chuckling]
And dinner, then there's no elevenses, no, no, no, no, no.
- [stammers] And then at dinner... - Excuse me.
...about-about seven-seven--
Will I ever be good enough?
I've tried being me, and I've tried being someone else.
Is there any point in me trying at all?
- Conchita, don't raise your voice. Please. - My voice isn't raised.
- Hmm, that's a first. - [Lord Brightlingsea scoffs]
What is it about Jinny?
[chuckles] What, with her blonde hair and pale skin you've accepted so quickly?
All of you.
[Lady Brightlingsea] Oh, that would be very easy, I'm sure.
No, thank you. We're not accepting those accusations.
- Perhaps you might think in those terms... - Every day.
I'm afraid we-we simply don't. [stammers] We're oblivious.
Lucky you.
Conchita, if you're asking who to be here, your role is clear.
Mother to a child who's healthy,
daughter to a man who's wealthy.
- Stormy seas are back, then? - [Lady Brightlingsea sighs] Mmm.
- [stammers] Ought we to-- - Mmm, no.
When we reward bad behavior in children,
we remove any incentive for them to grow up.
Conchita!
[thunder rumbles]
[orchestral music playing]
Looks awful, doesn't it?
Hideous.
[chuckles]
[Theo] You've been on the fringes all night.
- I want you to have fun. - No. No, no.
Come on. Come on.
- [music ends] - [guests applauding]
[slow ballad playing]
[whispering] Why did you leave?
At Runnymede.
Well, I can understand why, but I-I...
but how could you?
After I told you something that was so important to me.
Something that was so essential.
I thought that you were a person I could talk to.
[stammers]
[whispering] In fact, I was a scared person.
[whispering] Well, if it was so shocking, and you couldn't endure my shame...
save Theo.
You must, of course.
Tell him.
Why wouldn't you?
Where's Richard? It's Conchita.
[thunder rumbling]
Conchita!
This is just what she wants. Conchita doesn't get lost.
- Conchita! - Was she heading for the cliffs?
- She's just doing it for attention. - But, Nan, I'm her husband.
So it's my job to give it to her.
Conchita!
[Nan] Just let him be.
She's always fine. This is just what she does.
[Richard] Conchita!
I-I-I could have just gone to bed. I--
I almost did, in fact.
But I expect if I had, I--
I probably would have just got back up again.
[breathing heavily]
- [panting, gasps] - [Richard] Conchita!
Conchita.
- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. - [exclaims]
- Why would you possibly be sorry? - [pants]
I'm sorry.
You're right.
About my family. About the way they treat you.
I love you.
I-- I heard you at Runnymede.
You said that there are women, and then there are wives.
Conchita.
I want you to be both. But I want you to be you.
[Conchita sighs]
L-Let's go to New York.
- We work there, don't we? - [chuckles] Yes.
- Let's escape for a while. - [chuckles]
- Just the three of us. - Okay.
- And let's remember who we are. - [laughs]
[Nan panting] Okay. Well, now I'm actually getting worried.
How long has it been? Maybe we should have--
- We should have definitely gone-- - [Richard, Conchita chuckling]
Conchita, are you all right?
- [Richard] She lives. - [chuckling]
- [Richard] She's fine. - [Conchita] Oh, darling, aren't I always?
- [laughing] - I'll tell the others she's safe.
- Thank you, sir. - [laughing]
- [Richard shivers] - Mmm.
- I'll have them draw you a nice hot bath. - Mmm.
More water? I shall drown.
[chuckling, sighs]
Oh, darling. I hope you weren't too worried about me.
Oh, are you asking about me?
[sighs] Dick came running after me and found me.
- [chuckles] - Of course, we're still talking about you.
How are you not exhausted by the fact that everyone's constantly looking for you
- or looking at you? - Gosh. Can I help it if they look?
You can try not running out into the middle of the night,
making everyone think you've fallen off a cliff.
One night was supposed to be about me.
If you even break a nail, I immediately jump to the rescue.
But if I have any problems,
- big or small-- - What problems do you have?
What, with your duke and his necklace-giving mother?
How would you possibly know? There's no space,
- there's no time to talk about me... - I cannot--
- ...when every sentence is about you. - I can't keep up with
what you want and don't want.
You don't want to be a duchess, and then you get mad if I get in the way?
At least I know who I am.
Well, congratulations you've worked that out.
Although, how awful it is for you to have done all of that work
to only realize that you are an attention-seeking mess!
[breathing shakily]
[Guy sighs]
[sighs] I miss home.
I'm sorry.
[sighs] I'm going home, actually.
For a wedding that's already happened.
I have to see my mother.
Yet, not get to say a single thing that I wanna say,
because I have to tell her that I'm not marrying a duke
just because I couldn't keep a secret.
[inhales sharply]
You'll make a wonderful duchess.
[stammers] So you won't say anything?
No. Why would I?
Because he's your oldest friend.
And you're my newest.
I mean, it's hardly even late.
We could just grab a bottle or something.
You still left at Runnymede.
You still left.
[door closes]
[stammers] I haven't even had a chance to say goodbye to anyone.
- Nan will think that I've-- - You will write to them.
- There you are. - Hi.
Even my mother's gone to bed.
Well, I'm not sleepy.
[chuckling]
[Nan chuckles]
[panting]
Yes, please.
I would very much like to marry you.
- [pants] - Are you certain?
When we first met, I didn't know the whole truth about your context.
But I always felt that I knew the truth about you.
And actually, you don't know the full truth about my context,
but love shouldn't be about all of that. It shouldn't be about the extra stuff.
It should just...
It should just be about us.
And we'll have all of this, won't we? And the paintings.
Well, maybe not mine, but maybe I'll improve, right?
But the most important thing is that...
I'll have you.
Yes, you will.
But before any of the marrying, or any of that,
I need to go back to New York, because my mother and I will need to talk.
- But when I come back, then we can-- - May I come?
Well, I-I'd like to see the skyscrapers and walk in Central Park.
But also, I should like to meet your mother and your father.
I-I shan't intrude. I-I'd like to just... be nearby.
[chuckling]
[Theo] To know who you really are.
- [grunts] - [sighs] Nan,
you know, we didn't all dance together, but I shall still dance.
- On my own, if I must. - [chuckling]
I wish our whole lives could be like Runnymede.
Oh. [sighs] I don't.
I spent the whole night on the rooftop with Guy Thwarte.
Scared him till he ran away.
Mmm, you didn't scare him too much.
[Nan sighs]
He came back the next morning on a horse.
Guy did?
Yeah.
You and Jinny were too busy being proposed to
and running around not understanding about dukes,
but yes, Guy Thwarte was absolutely there.
[chuckles] I wish every night could be like Runnymede for always.
Good night, Duchess Nan. [sighs]