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  • Oh, my dear Pipito.

  • My dear sweet obedient Pipito.

  • You can take him with you if you wish.

  • Oh, I could just imagine my father's face if I were to return to the vicarage with Pipito.

  • Oh, besides, he is yours, Edith.

  • Your own children will be playing with him soon.

  • - Cousin Margaret, one doesn't say such things. - (Laughs)

  • Oh, three days.

  • And you'll be the happy radiant bride.

  • And then lots of little ones all clamouring for rides on Pipito.

  • What fun we used to have in this room.

  • (Piano plays in the next room)

  • Look. Here is the sample we worked together.

  • Under that most forbidding governess we had.

  • ''Young ladies must always have clean hands

  • and press their lips tightly when they chew their food.''

  • She was an old dragon.

  • Oh, yes, she was rather.

  • And this is the bed I lay in the first night I arrived.

  • A little girI of nine.

  • I sobbed and sobbed all night.

  • I tried desperately not to wake you with my sobs.

  • You lay here. Remember?

  • You've not regretted it?

  • Mm?

  • Regretted being my companion?

  • What, living here in Harley Street?

  • 1 0 whole years in the most fashionable part of London.

  • Oh, dear Cousin Edith, what girI in the worId could regret having had such an opportunity?

  • Then why leave?

  • My mother would be delighted for you to stay on.

  • Besides, what hope will there be for you if you bury yourself in the country?

  • Hope?

  • There are no husbands in Hampshire.

  • Not for you.

  • Come.

  • Oh, it's beautiful.

  • You'll marry a man from London.

  • - I'm certain of it. - Oh, will I?

  • I'll tell you his name if you like.

  • You needn't bother. It will not be him.

  • I promise you that.

  • - (Giggles) - Edith.

  • Your mother bids me command you to return to your guests.

  • They're anxious to examine these Eastern delights.

  • Part of your trousseau, I believe.

  • But we have yet to fold them.

  • Well, you've folded one. Now, that's sufficient. Go and display it.

  • Margaret and I will follow after with the others.

  • Good excuse, Henry.

  • Good excuse.

  • You're returning to Hampshire then, to Helstone?

  • Yes.

  • Why?

  • Everyone asks me why.

  • Well?

  • Well, is it so absurd a thing to want to live away from London for a while?

  • You say for a while.

  • You'll return?

  • Perhaps one day.

  • When?

  • Henry, you've become rather importunate.

  • Margaret, I have good reason.

  • - You must have guessed at my feelings for you. - Henry, please.

  • I have never thought of you but as a friend.

  • Pray let us keep it so.

  • Forgive me.

  • Why, Margaret, why?

  • I've wracked my brains continually.

  • Knowing all that London has to offer, why should you wish to bury yourself in the country?

  • Life may be fuller and richer elsewhere.

  • EIsewhere? Margaret, there is no place for you but London.

  • Oh, if you could only see the village green and the church.

  • And the country cottages and the gardens.

  • - And besides... - Yes?

  • I want to have a better acquaintance of my parents.

  • Their humiliation must cease.

  • What humiliation, pray?

  • Well, it is generally noised in London that I've been Edith's companion all these years

  • because my mother suffers from ill-health.

  • Well, is that not true?

  • Partly true.

  • The real reason is that my aunt considered my mother had married beneath her.

  • That is why I've been, as it were, adopted.

  • But your father's a clergyman.

  • Yes. But Papa's living is a very small one.

  • My father is a man of conscience.

  • He thinks for himself.

  • And that is what I intend to do, Henry.

  • Think for myself.

  • Dixon, where've you been, my dear? These flowers should be in the drawing room.

  • I'd finished Miss Margaret's room, ma'am,

  • so I thought I'd give the furniture in Master Frederick's room an extra bit of polish.

  • Frederick's room? But why?

  • Well, I'd like Miss Margaret to see that I've been keeping her brother's room spick and span.

  • It's a wasted effort, Dixon.

  • You know as I do he'll never return.

  • Oh, yes, he will, ma'am.

  • The day is not far off when you'll have your family under this roof once more.

  • You mark my words.

  • Dixon, my son will never come back to England. He can't.

  • But he's innocent, ma'am.

  • And there'll prove him innocent.

  • Dixon, please.

  • All these years I've tried to protect Margaret from the truth.

  • She thinks he's happy living in Spain. Well, let her.

  • - Forgive me, but... - (Horse and carriage)

  • I think I hear them.

  • Charlotte, Miss Margaret's here.

  • Allow me, ma'am.

  • - Margaret. - Oh, Mama!

  • - Welcome home. Welcome home, dear. - Oh, dear Mama.

  • - Had a good journey, Miss Margaret? - Yes, thank you.

  • How are you, Dixon?

  • All the better for seeing you back with the family.

  • - As I said to the mistress, gadding about... - Thank you, Dixon. Thank you.

  • Come along upstairs, dear.

  • - Your room's ready. - Thank you.

  • Dixon, has the... Has the postman called?

  • There's a letter on the mantelpiece, sir.

  • And how was the wedding? You must tell me.

  • Oh, Mama, I should need a whole day to tell you about that.

  • Such excitement.

  • And Edith so lovely.

  • Well, wasn't she, Papa?

  • Another cup, dear?

  • No, thank you.

  • - If you'll excuse me, I'll... - Oh, yes, Richard.

  • I have a rather urgent letter I must answer.

  • Certainly, Richard, by all means. Certainly.

  • Mama...

  • Tell me, was it a pretty dress?

  • What is troubling him?

  • Your father?

  • Nothing that I know of.

  • He looks so careworn.

  • You've grown up now, Margaret.

  • You see him as others see him.

  • He's always like that?

  • Well, I married a scholar.

  • He's only happy in his books.

  • But h is worried, isn't he, Mama?

  • I sometimes think your father enjoys worrying.

  • Oh, Mama, no.

  • Well, it's only a small parish. He should be able to cope.

  • - I shall help him. - Help him?

  • Yes, he readily commands people's help.

  • Everyone is sorry for your father.

  • Oh, I shall enjoy helping him, Mama.

  • After London, I want a useful life.

  • Are your shoulders broad enough?

  • Hm?

  • If you once start helping him, it'll never stop. That's something I discovered.

  • But it's not Papa exactly, it's the cares of the parish.

  • Visiting the old people, reading to them.

  • Well, perhaps even teaching in the school.

  • Sacrifice your life to charitable works?

  • Well, the young do have noble aims.

  • Fleeting perhaps, but noble.

  • I seek the alternative to London society, Mama.

  • And what's that?

  • No veneer.

  • No pretence.

  • The core of things.

  • The heart.

  • The truth.

  • How like your father you are.

  • In London it is always driving in carriages instead of walking.

  • Oh, how I long to use my own two feet.

  • I shall tramp through the woods and across the common.

  • The warm and scented air against my cheeks.

  • And what a delight it will be simply to stand and gaze.

  • Gaze? At what?

  • Oh, everything, Mama. Everything.

  • The wild, free living creatures as they bask and revel in the sunshine.

  • - Margaret. - Yes.

  • Well, I should warn you, we do have a dreadful lot of rain in the district.

  • Oh, Mama, what a thing to say!

  • Well, it's true.

  • Besides, a young girI of your age should have other interests.

  • Indeed.

  • And now that you're home, I must tell your father that we must associate more with the Gormans.

  • Why the Gormans?

  • Well, they do have a son.

  • Mama, I do not want to know the Gormans, father, mother, nor son.

  • But they're very well-respected.

  • They made their fortune in trade, did they not? They are coach builders.

  • And those are the very people I do not want to mix with.

  • But who will you have as friends now you're home?

  • - The village is full of them. - Oh?

  • Cottagers, labourers.

  • Well, ordinary, simple people who are part of it all.

  • Those are the friends I want.

  • - They are? - Yes.

  • Because I want to be part of it all too.

  • Don't you see? That is why I am here.

  • Mama, we really must start thinking about the distribution of winter clothing.

  • I always rely upon Dixon to tell me about the needy and the truly deserving.

  • But if you wish, I'll consult her now.

  • While it's fresh on our minds.

  • Thank you, Mama.

  • - Margaret. - Yes, Papa?

  • Is it of immediate consequence, that tapestry that you're doing?

  • I would like to speak to you in the study.

  • Do sit down, my dear.

  • Well?

  • My mind is made up.

  • I'm resolved.

  • I am leaving the ministry.

  • Papa...

  • I can no longer be a minister in the Church of England.

  • I've prayed to God for guidance.

  • Night and day.

  • For years.

  • But your coming home, Margaret, your honesty and innocence,

  • has caused me to hold fast to my own integrity.

  • I believe in God but I cannot accept the Thirty-Nine Articles.

  • I dissent from the dogma of the established Church.

  • Papa, have you well considered it?

  • It seems so terrible.

  • So shocking.

  • Listen, Margaret, this is the testimony

  • of one who was once clergyman in a country parish.

  • Like myself.

  • It was written by Mr OIdfield,

  • the minister of Carsington 1 60 years ago or more.

  • ''When thou canst no longer continue in thy work,

  • without dishonour to God,

  • forgoing thy integrity,

  • wounding conscience,

  • and hazarding the loss of thy salvation,

  • thou mayest, yea, thou must believe,

  • that God will turn thy very silence to his glory.

  • When God will not use you in one kind, yet he will in another.''

  • I must do what my conscience bids me, must I not, Margaret?

  • Assuredly, Papa.

  • What does Mama say to this?

  • Your mother...

  • has always been ambitious for me.

  • A country parish was not what was in her mind all her years.

  • She wished me to climb.

  • A month ago her wish was granted.

  • The bishop offered me a much better living.

  • A town parish.

  • I refused it.

  • Poor Mama.

  • Had I accepted I would have had to make a fresh declaration of my conformity.

  • I would have had to declare again my belief in the whole of the liturgy

  • and I...

  • I do not. I cannot.

  • - Have you acquainted the bishop with all this? - He has been most kind.

  • He has tried many arguments.

  • Arguments which I have applied to myself with no avail.

  • On Sunday, I preach my farewell sermon.

  • Next Sunday?

  • But what does Mama say to this?

  • She...

  • She does not know.

  • Not know?

  • You have not told her?

  • I'm a coward, Margaret.

  • - But she must be told. - She must.

  • She must.

  • I would like you to help me to tell her.

  • The idea of her distress fills me with dread.

  • I shall be out tomorrow, saying farewell to the parish.

  • Perhaps then?

  • It is a painful thing but she must be told.

  • Let us have everything clear.

  • What is going to happen to us?

  • Where shall we go? Where shall we live?

  • I have been in correspondence with your godfather, with Mr Bell.

  • He has helped me throughout my life.

  • Ever since my days at Oxford when I studied under him.

  • He suggests that we should take up residence in Milton.

  • - Milton? - He knows the place well.

  • He was born there.

  • - Milton the town in the north? - Yes, Margaret.

  • - A manufacturing town? - Yes.

  • But why?

  • Why there?

  • Mr Bell owns a great deal of property there, tenements and houses. And factories.

  • He rarely sees them but he is bound to keep up his connections.

  • He... He assures me there is a very good opening for a private tutor there.

  • A private tutor?

  • I must earn food for the family, Margaret.

  • The small income I have is not enough. Not nearly enough.

  • But in Milton of all places.

  • What in the worId do manufacturers want with the classics?

  • They are the accomplishments of gentlemen.

  • But Mr Bell tells me there are many who are conscious of their deficiencies

  • and willing to learn.

  • Dear Papa.

  • - I have one pupil already. - Oh?

  • Mr Bell has recommended me to a tenant of his, a Mr Thornton.

  • A most intelligent man.

  • Have you met him?

  • No, of course not.

  • You will probably find he is some very pretentious nobody.

  • When do we leave?

  • In a fortnight.

  • A fortnight?

  • Not exactly to the day. Nothing is fixed.

  • But something must be fixed.

  • Oh, poor Mama.

  • To know nothing about it.

  • But what does he mean ''doubts''? He knows better than the Church? Is that it?

  • Can't the bishop do anything to change his mind?

  • I'm afraid not.

  • It is all settled.

  • He is going to leave Helstone in a fortnight.

  • A fortnight?

  • Oh, no, that's not right.

  • I call that very unfeeling.

  • - How could he! - It is his conscience, Mama.

  • No, it's not his conscience, it's him.

  • Mama!

  • Forgive me.

  • He is the man I married.

  • And I love him.

  • But how different all this is from what I expected.

  • I had hopes of a cathedral cloister, you know.

  • Such a gentle life is a cathedral cloister.

  • And there's society there.

  • You love society, don't you, Mama?

  • I was born in it.

  • I lived in the middle of society once.

  • Now the very last door will be closed against me.

  • - Oh, Mama. - But it's true, Margaret.

  • If your father leaves the Church, we shall not be admitted into society anywhere.

  • A private tutor to cotton-spinners?

  • Oh, how we have come down.

  • If only it were Oxford. Teaching gentlemen who have difficulty with examinations.

  • He is a dissenter, Mama.

  • A dissenter.

  • Yes.

  • Well, he would do no good at Oxford.

  • Well, now.

  • Well...

  • Oh...

  • All this furniture. How in the worId are we going to manage the removal?

  • I've never removed in my life.

  • And only a fortnight to think about it.

  • Oh, Margaret, such haste, such haste. (Sobs)

  • Sir?

  • Well, Dixon?

  • I think you should go straight away to your womenfolk, sir.

  • Oh?

  • They are deeply distressed, sir.

  • - Yes. - They want your comfort, sir.

  • Thank you, Dixon.

  • Richard, Richard...

  • You should have told me.

  • Not Margaret. Me.

  • You should have come to me.

  • Why didn't you? (Sobs)

  • (Sobs)

  • (Clanking)

  • My name is Thornton.

  • John Thornton.

  • I'm looking for Mr Hale.

  • I am Margaret Hale.

  • How do you do?

  • Mr Hale's daughter?

  • Yes.

  • Welcome to Milton.

  • Thank you.

  • (Clears his throat) I...

  • I am sure my father will not be a moment. He is just taking a last look at the rooms upstairs.

  • You are to be my father's future scholar, I believe?

  • Yes.

  • I hope so.

  • Papa, this is Mr Thornton.

  • Ah, how do you do?

  • How do you do, sir?

  • I take it most kindly that within two hours of our arrival in Milton you have sought us out.

  • It's my pleasure.

  • How did you know we were here?

  • No mystery. I knew the hour and date of your arrival from Mr Bell.

  • I went to the estate agent's to discover what properties you might be viewing.

  • How shrewd of you, Mr Thornton.

  • Not shrewd. It was the obvious thing to do.

  • - Have you chosen a house? - Well...

  • Since a choice has to be made, we have chosen this one.

  • The aspect is squalid and dirty.

  • But it is the best we can find.

  • The dirt and grime of our chimney stacks keeps the country's industry forever flowing.

  • You will of course take luncheon with us at the hotel?

  • My excuses. Today's market day.

  • There's a lot of raw cotton. A shipment from Liverpool comes in in half an hour.

  • You trade in cotton?

  • I'm a textile manufacturer.

  • How very civil of you to sacrifice your time to us.

  • It's not altogether generosity on my part. I'm a businessman. You have something I want.

  • What is that, I pray you?

  • An education.

  • I... I wish to appropriate the very best of leisured learning.

  • I wish to master Greek before I perfect my Latin.

  • And, with your acceptance, sir, I should like to go through Homer's lliad with you,

  • - and then move on to Plato's Republic. - Excellent!

  • Well, Greek it shall be, then.

  • If there is anything I can do to assist you, don't refrain from mentioning it.

  • Thank you, sir.

  • Now, I request your permission to take my leave of you.

  • - Good day, Miss Hale. - Good day, Mr Thornton.

  • - Good day, Mr Hale. - Good day, Mr Thornton.

  • What a delightful man.

  • Surely a study of Homer and Plato are somewhat advanced.

  • Do not conjugations and declensions come first?

  • Not with Mr Thornton.

  • Until the age of 1 5, he attended a school.

  • He did?

  • How much do you know about him?

  • Only what Mr Bell has told me in his letters.

  • And what is that?

  • At the age of 1 5, Mr Thornton was left to support his mother and sister alone.

  • His father had...

  • His father had speculated wildly

  • and gambled with other people's money

  • and lost.

  • He took his own life.

  • According to Mr Bell, young Thornton was removed from school

  • and found employment in a draper's shop

  • and he was paid 1 5 shillings a week.

  • And of that sum, three shillings was set aside as savings

  • and a similar amount was used to pay off his father's debts.

  • Well, one wonders...

  • One wonders how they lived.

  • And yet now he is a manufacturer.

  • Self-help, Margaret.

  • Self-help.

  • Well, there is certainly a power and a resolution in his face.

  • I should never wish to cross swords with a man of Mr Thornton's temperament.

  • One thing at least is certain...

  • We have chosen a new home.

  • Yes, Papa.

  • We have a house.

  • Oh, this fog.

  • You can smell it in the house.

  • It creeps in everywhere.

  • Margaret, do this catch for me.

  • If we don't keep the windows tightly shut, we shall be choked.

  • (Factory hooters)

  • Richard.

  • Richard, are we to spend the rest of our lives here?

  • These last few weeks have been the worst part of the year, my dear.

  • The spring will be here presently and with the sun the fogs will disperse.

  • Is there ever any sun in Milton?

  • I've seen no sign of it.

  • In London, Mama, the fogs are sometimes far worse.

  • But then you had friends in London.

  • And so did I when I was a girI.

  • Gay social evenings that could shut out any fog.

  • But here we are quite desolate.

  • I took the liberty of lighting the lamps, ma'am.

  • I know they're a half hour before their time.

  • But 'tis best to get these shutters barred up.

  • Good idea, Dixon.

  • It'll keep the bad air out.

  • The fog brings an awful smell with it from these canals.

  • Margaret.

  • Yes, Mama?

  • Get me my wool, dear.

  • You're not going out, are you?

  • Yes, Mama. With your permission I would like to go out.

  • But where, child?

  • In this fog, at this hour, unescorted?

  • Oh, Mama, you heard the factory hooters.

  • Well?

  • Hundreds of girIs have finished their day's work and are walking home alone at this moment.

  • But you're not a factory girI, Margaret.

  • No, Mama, but I'm going to visit one.

  • - Visit one? - I promised.

  • Who is she, Margaret?

  • Neighbours, Papa.

  • She and her father live nearby.

  • Oh, not in the back-to-back houses?

  • If we are not to remain desolate, we must mix a little more.

  • Oh, but, Margaret, such people. You cannot be serious.

  • But I am.

  • Have you been invited?

  • Yes, twice.

  • That is what makes it so embarrassing.

  • Well, I cannot pass them again in the street and let them invite me a third time.

  • The girI is so desperately sick and ill.

  • It's pitiful to see her.

  • Margaret loves to do good works.

  • But this is not Hampshire, dear.

  • We haven't the means to comfort the poor.

  • There's no alms box to distribute, is there, Richard?

  • - No, my dear. - Mama, this is not charity.

  • It is a girI of my own age.

  • She's too ill to work in the factories as she used to.

  • She needs a friend.

  • I need a friend too.

  • And here is my real opportunity of getting to know someone who lives here.

  • But, Margaret, she lives in one of those little hovels.

  • Their whole way of life, it's different from what you've been used to.

  • I am a little apprehensive, Mama.

  • That is why I've put off going to see them, I suppose.

  • But we must not stand aloof.

  • Life is so much richer when you are part of it all.

  • One thing is certain, Maria.

  • This northern town and its ways has a great fascination for our daughter.

  • Unfortunately, this is the very evening Mr Thornton is coming.

  • Well, what difference does that make?

  • You must realise, my dear, that after I've given him his lesson in Greek,

  • he delights to relax amongst us for a time.

  • Papa, I'm going to visit a girI who is desperately sick. Near death.

  • Oh, dear.

  • Yes, I see.

  • I shall be back before you finish your lesson with Mr Thornton.

  • Please, Papa.

  • Very well, my dear.

  • (Door thuds)

  • Is that you, John?

  • Yes, Mother.

  • What are you doing here?

  • I thought you were going straight from work to that friend of Mr Bell's, that Mr Hale.

  • Yes, so I am. I've come home to change.

  • Change?

  • Why should you change to visit an old parson?

  • Mr Hale's a gentleman. His wife and daughter are ladies.

  • Ladies?

  • Do they teach too?

  • Mother...

  • Take care you don't get caught by a penniless girI, John.

  • I'm not easily caught, as you know.

  • (Laughs) Mother, you amuse me.

  • Oh?

  • Miss Hale chase after me?

  • She's like a queen.

  • And I an unwashed lackey.

  • Gives herself airs and graces, you mean?

  • No, nothing assumed.

  • Nothing pretentious.

  • A true lady.

  • A true lady?

  • Well?

  • And you say I amuse you?

  • (Laughs)

  • (Coughs)

  • (Knock at door)

  • Who's that? Come in.

  • You.

  • Yes, Bessy.

  • Father says it's out of sight, out of mind, with your sort.

  • Is this your sister?

  • How do you do?

  • (Murmurs)

  • I should leave her. Her's a bit mithered up here.

  • How are you, Bessy?

  • (Coughs) All stifled up, miss. All stifled up.

  • Spring is coming.

  • You will be better then.

  • Spring and summer won't do me no good.

  • But I shall have good weather where I'm going to, miss.

  • And there'll be flowers.

  • And amaranths.

  • A Tree of Life.

  • I shall soon be in heaven, miss.

  • I shall be standing before the Lamb.

  • Arrayed in white robes.

  • Revelations, chapter seven.

  • Know it, do you?

  • Yes.

  • (Coughs) They shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more.

  • Neither shall the sun light on them.

  • Nor any heat.

  • And God shall wipe away all tears.

  • All tears.

  • Oh, why does God keep me waiting? Why won't he let me join him now?

  • Oh, Bessy, dear, you must try not to be impatient.

  • God gave you your life.

  • I'll not have my wench preached at.

  • Good evening, Mr Higgins.

  • I'll not have her preached at.

  • 'Tis bad enough with your golden gates and your precious stones

  • without any more methodee fancy stuff down her.

  • - If that's what you've come for, you can go. - Father, don't.

  • Poor wench. I'm loath to vex thee, I am.

  • But a man must speak out for the truth.

  • Leave religion and set to work putting to rights what you see and know.

  • That's my creed.

  • Father, I want you with me in the City of God.

  • I shall mope with sorrow if you're not following after.

  • Father... (Coughs)

  • Get her a cup of water.

  • You're all right, love. You're all right. It'll be over in a minute.

  • Her ain't spit blood this time. That's a blessing.

  • How long has she been like this?

  • A gradely lass once upon a time.

  • But I let her go into the carding room, see.

  • The carding room?

  • I should never have let her, but her mother were alive then. We needed the money.

  • It were my fault in a way.

  • I bought books in them days.

  • Bought books, went to lectures. All money.

  • - And all the time this were happening to her. - I wanted to go in the carding room.

  • You didn't put me there. I begged you to let me go.

  • I could have stopped you.

  • Didn't want the others to think me soft.

  • Here, sup this, love.

  • Explain to me, will you, please, the carding room.

  • It's the fluff, miss. It gets in your lungs, poisons you.

  • Fluff?

  • Aye, fluff.

  • Bits fly off the cotton when they're carding. Fill the air till it looks all fine white dust.

  • They say it winds round the lungs, and tightens them up.

  • Some can stand it.

  • Some just falls into waste.

  • Coughing, spitting blood.

  • Poisoned, you see, by the fluff.

  • Now you know us, miss, don't you?

  • 1 9 years of age, she is.

  • And now you knows.

  • (Recites Greek)

  • How would you translate that, Mr Thornton?

  • Let's see.

  • AIways aim at the highest honours and surpass all those around you.

  • Noble sentiments, aren't they?

  • Noble?

  • Well, yes, here we have Hippolocus telling his son Glaucus

  • he must never forget he is a high-born aristocrat.

  • Superior to all others.

  • If I may say so, Mr Hale, coming from the south, with aristocratic connections yourself,

  • - you'd be bound to give that interpretation. - What other interpretation is there?

  • You see, to my mind, Homer's exhortation is to any man.

  • Those from the north of England, had he known them.

  • He wants them to use their brains and talents in a competitive way,

  • to rise above the...the common multitude.

  • It's got nothing to do with aristocracy.

  • He's saying, those who can battle the hardest and have got the wit to do it

  • deserve the best positions in society.

  • Oh, aye, he's got a message for today has Homer.

  • Nevertheless, I must insist that Homer is here talking about the aristocratic warrior ideal.

  • - You think so? - Yes.

  • Hippolocus is only one ally of the Trojans amongst many.

  • Yet he insists that his tribe must shine above all others.

  • You could say that of us, a northern tribe.

  • We've got something which is far superior to anything the south can provide. And we know it.

  • And what is the something you have got, Mr Thornton?

  • I do beg your pardon, Miss Hale.

  • I didn't hear you come in.

  • Margaret. Do go through, Mr Thornton.

  • We shall have some tea after our herculean labours.

  • No labour.

  • - Sit down, won't you? - Thank you.

  • And what have you got, Mr Thornton, that is so superior to the south?

  • In short, hard work and true determination.

  • The will to win.

  • Only some of you, Mr Thornton.

  • - Only people like you. - Margaret.

  • Have you a carding room, Mr Thornton, and do the girIs die from the fluff?

  • Carding room? I don't follow, Margaret.

  • No doubt Mr Thornton will explain.

  • You have been talking to some of the workers.

  • Yes.

  • Then let me tell you this, Miss Hale, I'm willing to install a wheel in my mill.

  • A great wheel that'll make a draught, carry away the dust.

  • It'll cost libras600 but I'm willing to install it.

  • Then why don't you?

  • Because the hands say they prefer to work without ventilation.

  • They say if they stop swallowing the fluff, they get hungry.

  • Even the gods are powerless, Mr Hale, when it comes to such ignorance.

  • And who keeps them ignorant, Mr Thornton?

  • You who study Homer?

  • Who keeps them ignorant?

  • It's one of the great beauties of our system that a working man can better himself.

  • He can become a master if he applies himself.

  • Now, I've risen. They haven't.

  • I've become a master and, as such, I employ despotism.

  • I hope a wise one but a despotism nevertheless,

  • in a heroical sense, I mean.

  • Indeed.

  • I make order out of chaos.

  • That's what a master does.

  • And I think my order is infinitely superior to their chaos.

  • You put your own interest first, of course.

  • Certainly I do.

  • My interest must always come first.

  • It's got to because upon my survival depends theirs.

  • More tea?

  • No, thank you, Mr Hale.

  • I've had my hour's study. I think I should get back now.

  • As you wish, Mr Thornton.

  • - Good evening, Miss Hale. - Mr Thornton.

  • Ah, thank you.

  • Don't bother to show me out. Good night, Mr Hale.

  • A remarkable man, Margaret.

  • Remarkable, perhaps.

  • But personally I do not like him.

  • I do not like him at all.

  • John, I want a word with you.

  • Yes, Mother?

  • You've been keeping something from me.

  • There's trouble, isn't there?

  • Only I wish I hadn't got it from Mr Hamper. I wish I'd been told it straight by my son.

  • What has Hamper told you?

  • They're downing tools at his works unless he gives them another 5%.

  • - Yes. - That fool, Hamper.

  • He's let the union get hold of his factory.

  • - What's happening here? - If there's a strike, it'll be general.

  • - What, here as well? - Aye.

  • So you've let union men creep into your mill, then, have you?

  • The union's a growing force, Mother.

  • Growing disease, more like. You haven't been watchful enough, John.

  • I can't know the ins and outs of every man I employ.

  • Well, you should.

  • It's the only way to keep them in their place.

  • But still, while the cat's away, the mice will play. Isn't that so?

  • Oh? What do you mean by that?

  • I'm your mother.

  • And I've a right to say it.

  • You've been frittering away your time.

  • - Oh, you think so, do you? - Aye, I do.

  • Never forget this, John.

  • Masters and men in these parts,

  • they come from the same stock and they speak the same language.

  • When the master starts thinking he's got different breeding, cuts himself off,

  • - that's when your trouble starts. - I'm guilty of that, am I?

  • Well, aren't you?

  • Ever since you met these Hales, you've gone soft.

  • Oh, I knew the Hales would come into it somewhere.

  • You've got a grudge. That's the trouble with you.

  • Me? A grudge? I hardly know them.

  • Exactly. It's because you hardly know them you've got a grudge.

  • They're strangers. They don't speak the same as we do.

  • You can't bear anybody being different from us.

  • All I know is it makes me wild to see you falling for them.

  • Southerners.

  • London people.

  • Cut-glass with nothing in the bottles.

  • Fancy curtains, that's what they are.

  • - Mother, you're prejudiced for no reason. - I've got reason enough, don't you worry.

  • I won't have you snared by their daughter, a girI who hasn't two ha'pennies to rub together.

  • Now we come to it.

  • Aye, we do.

  • Very well.

  • I go to that house for the sole purpose of studying the classics.

  • Her father is a scholar.

  • I could say something about that too.

  • Greek and Latin are all very well for men who loiter away their lives in colleges.

  • Idlers. Well, you're not an idler, John.

  • So don't lose your senses.

  • Just because you met one of those London hoity-toity young women for the first time.

  • Mother, I've told you, she doesn't come into it.

  • In any case, the girI despises me.

  • - Because you're beneath her, I suppose. - No, nothing like that.

  • She's not stuck up.

  • Refinement comes naturally to her.

  • Truth to tell, she thinks we're the ones who are stuck up.

  • (Scoffs)

  • She prefers my hands out there to me.

  • Do you know who's her best friend here?

  • - Who? - A girI I had working in my carding room.

  • Eight shillings a week.

  • No, I tell you, if there is a strike, I know which side Miss Hale will be on and it won't be ours.

  • So, they are split, then.

  • Masters and men.

  • - That you'll own. - Aye, I'll own.

  • And what will you do about it?

  • Fight back.

  • How?

  • Call a meeting of my fellow manufacturers.

  • For what purpose?

  • Wreck the union.

  • - Now you're talking sensibly, my son. - It's got to be done.

  • You're a leader. All eyes look to you.

  • So lead them.

  • Aye.

  • Oh, miss.

  • You've been out picking them for me special?

  • Oh, I enjoyed searching for them.

  • What are they called? Name them for me like you always does.

  • Those are the daisies, as you know.

  • And the primroses.

  • Oh, but what's this?

  • That's wild violet.

  • How come you know so much of the country, miss?

  • I thought as how you come from London, that's all houses.

  • Oh, I lived in London for some years but my home is in Hampshire.

  • Is that the country? Hampshire?

  • Yes, Bessy.

  • Tell me about it.

  • There's a lot of countryside and trees and suchlike round the city of God, you know.

  • - Is there? - Oh, aye.

  • The Bible don't tell of no chimney stacks nor steeples.

  • It's all crystal steams and high mountains.

  • And milk and honey.

  • And the water's alive.

  • Tell me about the country, miss. (Coughs)

  • Where's my rag?

  • Oh, better out than in, miss.

  • Now, let's hear you speak of the country.

  • Please.

  • I wish you could see it, Bessy.

  • I loved the house we have left so dearly.

  • There are great trees with long level branches that make a deep shade of rest.

  • Even at noonday.

  • The grass is as soft and fine as velvet.

  • - Nearby there's a little stream. - (Door opens)

  • - Margaret. - Good evening, Mr Higgins.

  • Heard the news, have you?

  • What news?

  • There's me contanklements.

  • - I beg your pardon? - My tools, wench, my tools. We're out.

  • Oh, Da, not on strike?

  • Aye, Bess, and this time we're going to dang the masters.

  • We've laid our plans desperate deep, I tell you.

  • No, Dad, no, please.

  • Here, we don't want no blarting.

  • No, you mustn't.

  • Who says?

  • Well, the strike when mum died.

  • You know how it was.

  • We starved.

  • We clemmed and clemmed.

  • And you all started drifting back.

  • Them what held out, there was no work for them. They was turned away.

  • All they could do was beg.

  • That there strike were badly managed.

  • We've got a union this time.

  • A union?

  • - What difference does that make? - All the difference in the worId.

  • We're getting money laid by.

  • We're going to stand and fall together.

  • There's not a man of us going in for less wages than the union says is our due.

  • Hooray, that's what I say.

  • Hooray, for the union.

  • That Thornton and his set look to it.

  • - Are you gentlemen all right? - Yes, thank you.

  • Ah.

  • It's all right. We'll start at once.

  • Gentlemen.

  • Gentlemen, to business, if you please.

  • Now, gentlemen, as you recall, at the time of the last strike some two years ago,

  • we the principal manufacturers in Milton

  • agreed that if we should ever be faced again with a similar situation,

  • we should take concerted action

  • to punish the lawless and to protect the interests of our various businesses.

  • We hoped against hope such a situation would not arise.

  • However, here we are.

  • The workers have withdrawn their labour, the mills are at a standstill.

  • However, we have contingency plans.

  • We can import labour from Ireland.

  • Now, are you agreed?

  • (Murmuring)

  • I've corresponded with an agent in Dublin.

  • He's prepared to send us as much labour as we require.

  • His first shipment will be 1 50 hands,

  • 90 male, 60 female, all sound of health and no criminal record.

  • So, I put it to the vote.

  • Do we accept the shipment?

  • Motion carried.

  • Business concluded, gentlemen.

  • Now, then, let me give you a fill-up.

  • That went very well for us.

  • The news is dreadful, Margaret.

  • I know.

  • My pupil, Mr Thornton, tells me that he's importing Irish labour into the town.

  • To crush the strike?

  • Not only that. He has the support of the military.

  • There may be bloodshed.

  • How well Mr Thornton lays his plans.

  • Oh, may God forgive me that I ever brought you to this place.

  • Oh, have no regrets, Papa.

  • I'm glad I'm here.

  • By God's guidance I am confronting real life.

  • You mustn't get involved, Margaret.

  • But I am involved.

  • On which side?

  • The side of humanity, Papa.

Oh, my dear Pipito.

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