- Lady Danbury, my lord.
Your Grace, welcome to my den of enigmity.
(hip hop music)
- It is so wonderful to see you, lady Danbury.
- Words I do not hear often enough.
Would it pain you to wear some color, Your Grace?
The London Season is already terribly monotonous as it is.
Must your wardrobe do the same?
- I was told this look is all the rage.
- Certainly not mine.
Take my arm.
You can speak.
I understood you well enough.
And I will help you to overcome this stammer of yours.
But in exchange, you must promise me
that when you step into the light,
you will be worthy of the attention you command.
- There he is.
- Did you bring the bar with you, boy?
- I must ask you to accept my regrets.
- Your regrets are denied.
- Well, I suppose a brief appearance.
- Excellent! You may leave that flask you carry at home.
Most undignified.
(horse braying)
A crush of an evening, Your Grace.
(feet thumping)
Do you not agree?
The young lady is as rare a treasure as there is.
Do try not to bungle it up?
(hand thumping)
I beg your pardon?
- I am sure you do.
- I shan't again.
Might I remind you that this boy is to be
the next Duke of Hastings?
And that he requires whatever reserves
of fatherly nature reside in that frigid heart of yours?
- It's much too cold.
And where is any sense of the subject's spirit?
And the light?
Given the quality, I do wonder why the piece
is not skied with the other dulls.
- Perhaps we should ask the artist?
- Well, that would be something, Lady Danbury.
- Hmm, Mister Granville, why was your piece not skied?
- Hmm.
- Mister Granville, I-
- If you will excuse me, I must be on my way.
(lady giggles)
- You diabolical-
How could you let me rattle on like that?
- How could I not, my dear Mister Brigerton?
It was riotously funny, you must admit.
I'm sure you will abscond to some remote corner of the world
and continue to do what you have always done.
- And what would that be?
- Take everything you have for granted.
The young man
I have always taken pride in raising, Well, I would have expected more?
If you have designs upon the girl and wish to marry her,
then Friedrich can disappear for all I care
and become a delicious dinner party anecdote.
But if you are merely dallying with her
and if she loses her chance at such an extraordinary match
simply because she is too wrapped up in your charms,
well then, she would be a fool.
And I would never forgive you your carelessness.
- Miss Brigerton is far from a fool.
- Then you are just being cruel.
And we both know I taught you better than that.
When will you accept it?
I know all.
Pride, Your Grace.
It will cost you everything and leave you with nothing.
I must not allow it to happen to you, too.
(rain falling)
(Cane thumps)
Everyone, I believe this evening is complete.
We shall thank our gracious hosts
for such a splendid Soiree' in the morning.
Now go.
Out, at once.