Memorable Quotes from the Screenplay

Scene	Character	Description and Lines
1 In the house of Norland The Tree House At the Dinner Table In Elinor’s Room	Elinor Mrs. Dashwood Elinor Mrs. Dashwood Elinor Elinor Margaret Elinor Margaret Elinor Elinor Fanny Elinor Fanny Marianne Elinor Marianne Elinor Marianne Elinor Marianne	Marianne, could you play something else? Mama has been weeping since breakfast. I meant something less mournful, dearest. Reduced to the condition of visitor in my home. It is not to be borne, Elinor. Consider we have no where to go. John and Fanny will be descending from London any moment. Do you expect me to welcome them? Vultures. I will start making inquiries for a new house at once. Until then, we must try to bear their coming. Margaret, are you there? Please come down. John and Fanny will be here soon. Why are they coming to live at Norland? They already have a house in London. Because houses go from father to son, dearest, not from father to daughter. It is the law. If you come inside, we could play with your atlas. It’s not my atlas anymore. It’s their atlas. How is Mrs. Ferras? My mother is always in excellent health. Thank you. My brother Robert is with her this season and quite the most popular bachelor in London. He has his own barouche. You have two brothers, have you not? Indeed, yes. Edward is the elder and Mama quite depends upon him. He’s traveling from Plymouth shortly and will break his journey here. If that is agreeable to you, of course. My dear John…this is your home now. Fanny wishes to know where the key to the silver cabinet is.. Betsy has it. What does Fanny want with the silver? One can only presume she wants to count it. What are you doing? Presents for the servants. Have you seen Margaret, by the way? I’m worried about her. She’s taken to hiding in odd places. Fortunate girl. At least she can escape Fanny, which is more than we’re able. You do your best. You’ve not said a word to her for a week. I have. I’ve said “yes” and “no.”
2 The Park at Norland Riding at the Riverside Beside the Fireplace Corridor at Norland	Edward Elinor Edward Elinor Edward Elinor Edward Elinor Edward Elinor Edward Elinor Edward Edward Marianne Edward+ Marianne Marianne Mrs. Dashwood Marianne Mrs. Dashwood Marianne Mrs. Dashwood Marianne Mrs. Dashwood Mrs. Dashwood Marianne Mrs. Dashwood Marianne Mrs. Dashwood Marianne Mrs. Dashwood Marianne Mrs. Dashwood	All I want—all I have ever wanted—is the quiet of a private life. But my mother is determined to see me distinguished. As? As everything. A great orator, a leading politician, a barrister would serve. . . as long as I drove a barouche and dined in the first circles. What do you wish for? I’ve always preferred the Church. . .but that is not smart enough for Mother. She prefers the army, but that is a great deal too smart for me. Would you stay in London? I hate London. No peace. Country living is my ideal. . .a small parish where I might do some good, keep chickens, give very short sermons. You talk of feeling idle and useless. Imagine how that is compounded when one has no hope and no choice of any occupation whatsoever. Our circumstances are, therefore, precisely the same. Except that you will inherit your fortune. We cannot even earn ours. Perhaps Margaret is right. Right. Piracy is our only option. What is swabbing exactly? “No voice divine the storm allayed, no light propitious shone. When snatched from all effectual aid, we perished—perished, each alone. But I beneath a rougher sea and whelmed in deeper gulfs than he.” No, Edward, listen. “No voice divine the storm allayed, no light propitious shone. When snatched from all effectual aid, we perished—perished, each alone.” Can you not feel his despair? Try again. “No voice divine the storm allayed, no light propitious shone. When snatched from all effectual aid, we perished—perished, each alone.” Look! This’s just arrived. “I should be pleased to offer you a home at Barton Cottage as soon as you have need.” It’s from my cousin, Sir John Middleton. Even Elinor must approve the rent. Has Elinor not yet seen this? No, I will fetch her. Wait. No. Let us delay. Why? I think—I believe that Edward and Elinor have formed an attachment. It would be cruel to take her away so soon. Devonshire is so far. Why so grave? You disapprove her choice? By no means. Edward is very amiable. Amiable? But? But there is something wanting. He’s too sedate. His reading last night. Elinor has not your feelings. His reserve suits her. Can he love her? Can the soul really be satisfied with such polite affections? To love is to burn, to be on fire like Juliet or Guinevere or Eloise. They met rather pathetic ends. Pathetic? To die for love? How can you say so? What could be more glorious? I think that maybe taking your romantic sensibilities a little far.
3 In Elinor’s Bedroom Beside the Window At the Dinner Table	Marianne Elinor Marianne Elinor Marianne Elinor Marianne Elinor Marianne Elinor Marianne Elinor Marianne Elinor Marianne Elinor Marianne Mrs. Dashwood Fanny Mrs. Dashwood Fanny Mrs. Dashwood Fanny Mrs. Dashwood Edward Mrs. Dashwood John Mrs. Dashwood Fanny Edward Mrs. Dashwood Margaret Edward Fanny	“Is love a fancy or a feeling? No. it is immortal as immaculate truth. It is not a blossom shed as soon as youth drops from the stem of life for it will grow in barren regions where no waters flow no ray of promise cheats the pensive gloom.” What a pity Edward has no passion for reading. It was you who asked him to read, and then you made him nervous. Me? Yes. Since your behavior to him is perfectly cordial. I must assume that you like him in spite of his deficiencies. I think him everything that is amiable and worthy. Praise indeed. But he shall have my unswerving devotion when you tell me he is to be my brother. How shall I do without you? Do without me? I’m sure you will be very happy. You must not live too far away. Marianne, there is no question of --. That is, there is --. There is no understanding. Do you love him? I do not attempt to deny that I think very highly of him that I greatly esteem him. I like him. “Esteem him”? “Like him”? Use those words again, and I shall leave this room this instant. Very well. Forgive me. Believe my feelings to be stronger than I have declared but further than that you must not believe. Is love a fancy or a feeling? Or a Ferrars? Go to bed. “I do not attempt to deny that I think very highly of him that I greatly esteem him that I like him.” We’re so happy that you chose to invite Edward to Norland. He’s a dear boy. We’re all very fond of him. We have great hopes for him. Our mother expects much with regard to his profession. Naturally. And in marriage. She’s determined both he and Robert will marry well. Of course. But I hope she desires them to marry for love. Love is all very well, unfortunately we cannot always rely on the heart to lead us in the most suitable direction. You see, my dear Mrs. Dashwood, Edward is entirely the kind of compassionate person upon whom penniless women can prey. And having entered into any understanding, he would never go back on his word. He’s simply incapable of doing so. But it would lead to his ruin. I worry for him so. Mrs. Dashwood, my mother has made it plain that she’ll withdraw Edward’s financial support should he choose to plant his affections in less exalted ground than he deserves. I understand you perfectly. To Devonshire? My cousin, Sir John Middleton, has offered us a house on his estate. Sir John Middleton? What is his situation? He must be a man of some property. He’s a widower. He lives with his mother-in-law at Barton Park. It is Barton Cottage he offers us. A cottage. How charming. A little cottage is always very snug. But you will not leave before the summer? My dear Edward, we can no longer trespass upon your sister’s goodwill. We must leave soon as possible. You will come and stay with us, Edward? I should like that very much. Edward has long been expected in town by our mother. Come as soon as you can. Remember, you’re always welcome.
4 Sir John’s House	Sir John Mrs. Jenningsdleton Sir John Mrs. Jenningsdleton Sir John Mrs. Jenningsdleton Sir John Mrs. Jenningsdleton Sir John Mrs. Jenningsdleton Margaret Sir John Marianne Margaret Mrs. Dashwood Sir. John Mrs. Jenning Marianne Sir John Lady Dashwood Mrs. Jenningsdleton Marianne Sir John Mrs. Jennings Brandon Sir John Margaret Bradon Margaret Sir John Bradon Sir John Elinor Sir John	Where can Brandon be? Poor fellow. I hope he’s not lamed his horse. Colonel Brandon is the most eligible bachelor in the country. Yes, indeed. He’s bound to do for one of you. Mind, I think he’s a better age for Miss Dashwood. But I dare say, she’s left her heart behind in Sussex, hmm? I see you, Miss Marianne. I think I’ve unearthed a secret. You’ve sniffed one out already. You’re worse than my best pointer. What sort of man? Butcher, baker, candlestick maker? I shall winkle it out of you. She’s horribly good at winkling. You’re in lonely country now. We none of us have any secrets here. If we do, we do not keep them long. He’s curate of the parish. Or perhaps a handsome lieutenant. Give us a clue. Is he in uniform? He has no profession. No profession? He’s a gentleman, then? Margaret, you know perfectly well there is no such person. There is, and his name begins with an F. Margaret. An F, indeed. Now there’s a promising letter. F—F— Foster! Here’s Forrest. Yes. Fotheringay. Foggarty. Sir John, might I play your pianoforte? Yes, of course. My goodness, we do not stand upon ceremony here, my dear. Sir John, please forgive her. An entertainment, I declare. I cannot remember when we last had a songbird here “That now lies sleeping. Softly, softly, now softly. Softly lies sleeping. Sleep is a reconciling. A rest that peace begets. Doth not the sun. Rise smiling. When fair at even’ he sets. Rest you then. Rest, sad eyes. Melt not in weeping. While she lies sleeping. Softly, softly, now softly. Softly lies sleeping.” Wasn’t that love--. Brandon, where have you been? Come and meet our beautiful new neighbors. What a pity you’re late, Colonel. You have not heard our delightful songbird, Miss Marianne. A great pity, indeed. Mrs. Dashwood, may I present my dear friend Colonel Brandon? We served in the East Indies together. There’s no better fellow in the world. Have you really been to the East Indies? I have. What’s it like? Like? Hot. The air is full of spices. Now, Miss Dashwood, it’s your turn to entertain us. Oh, Sir John, I don’t— And I believe I know what key you will sing in. F major.
5 On the Hill The Cottage	John Marianne John Mrs. Dash Margaret Elinor John Mrs. Dash John Mrs. Dash John Mrs. Dash John Marianne Mrs. Dash John Marianne Mrs. Dash Marianne Mrs. Dash Mrs. Dash Elinor Margaret Elinor Marianne Mrs. Dash Marianne Mrs. Dash Margaret Marianne Elinor Marianne Elinor Marianne	Are you hurt? Only my ankle. May I have your permission to ascertain if there are any breaks? It is not broken. Now, can you put your arm about my neck? Allow me to escort you home. At last. She fell down, and he’s carrying her. Oh, my darling. Are you hurt? It’s a twisted ankle. Do not be alarmed. It’s not serious. I took the liberty of feeling the bone. It’s perfectly sound. Sir, I cannot even begin to thank you. Please do not think of it. I’m honored to be of service. Please, will you not be seated? Pray, excuse me. I have no desire to leave a water mark but permit me to call tomorrow afternoon and inquire after the patient? We shall look forward to it. You’re kind. I show you the way out. Get the gentleman his hat. Thank you. His name. Could you tell us to whom we are so much obliged? John Willoughby of Allenham at your service. John Willoughby of Allenham What an impressive gentleman. He lifted me as if I weighted no more than a dried leaf. Is he human? Tell me if I hurt you. She feels no pain, Mama. Margaret, ask Betsy to make up a cold compress, please. Quickly as you can. Please don’t say anything important. Go on. Did you see him? He expressed himself well, did he not? With great decorum and honor. And spirit and wit and feeling. And economy. Wait for me. He’s coming tomorrow. You must change. You’ll catch cold. What care I when there is such a man? You will care when your nose swells up. You’re right. Help me.
6 The Cottage	John Marianne John Elinor John Mrs. Dash John Mrs. Dash John Elinor Mrs. Dash John Elinor John Marianne John Marianne John Marianne John Marianne Elinor Marianne Elinor Marianne Elinor Marianne Elinor Marianne Mrs. Dash Marianne Elinor Marianne	And since you cannot venture out to nature, nature must be brought to you. Oh, how beautiful. These are not from the hothouse. Ah, I see mine is not the first offering, nor the most elegant. I’m afraid I obtained those from an obliging (accommodating) field. I’ve always preferred wildflowers. I suspected as much. Our gratitude is beyond expression. It is I who am grateful. I’ve often passed this cottage and grieved for its lonely state. Then the first news from Lady Allen when I arrived was that it was taken. I felt a particular interest, which nothing can account for my present delight in meeting you. Pray, sit down. Thank you. Ah, who is reading Shakespeare’s sonnets? I am Marianne is reading them out to us. Which’s your favorite? Without a doubt, mine is 116. “Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds or bends with the remover to remove.” How does it continue? “Oh no! It is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests/storms. Is it “tempests”? I do believe it is “tempests”. Let me find it. It’s strange you should be reading these, for I carry them always. Oh, how beautiful. Until tomorrow then. And my pocket sonnets are yours. Marianne, a talisman against further injury. Good-bye. Thank you. Good work. You’ve covered Shakespeare, Scott, all forms of poetry. Another meeting will ascertain his views on nature and romantic attachments. Then you will have nothing left to talk about. I suppose I have erred against decorum. I should’ve been dull and spiritless and talked only of the weather. No, but Mr. Willoughby can be in no doubt of your enthusiasm for him. Why should he doubt it? Why should I hide my regard? No particular reason. Only that we know so little of him. Time alone does not determine intimacy. Seven years would be insufficient to make some people acquainted with each other and seven days can be more than enough for others. Or seven hours in this case. I feel I know Mr. Willoughby already. If I had more shallow feelings, I could perhaps conceal them as you do. Marianne, that’s not fair. I’m sorry. I did not mean— Do not trouble yourself. I do not understand her, mama.
7 At Middleton’s House	Lucy Elinor Lucy Elinor Lucy Elinor Lucy Elinor Lucy Mrs. Jennings Lucy Elinor Lucy Elinor Lucy Elinor Lucy Elinor Lucy Elinor Lucy Elinor Lucy Elinor Mrs. Jennings Lucy Mrs. Jennings Elinor Mrs. Jennings Lucy Mrs. Jennings Charlotte Mrs. Jennings Marianne Margaret Mrs. Dash Mrs. Jennings Margaret Charlotte Mr. Palmer Elinor Mrs. Jennings Mrs. Dashwood Charlotte Mrs. Dash Mrs. Jennings	Dear Miss Dashwood, perhaps we might have our discussion. Our discussion? There is a particular question I’ve long wanted to ask you. But perhaps you’ll think me impertinent? I cannot imagine so. But it is an odd question. I have no wish to trouble you. Miss Steele. You have my permission to ask any question, if that is of any help. Thank you, I wonder are you at all acquainted with your sister-in-law’s mother? Mrs. Ferrars? With Fanny’s mother? No, I have never met her. You must think me strange for inquiring. If only I dared tell it. Lucy, if she tells you aught of the famous Mr. F. You must pass it on. Will you take a turn with me, Miss Dashwood? Of course. I had no idea that you were at all connected with that family. I am certainly nothing to Mrs. Ferrars at present, but the time may come when we may be very intimately connected. What do you mean? Do you have an understanding (agreement) with Fanny’s brother Robert? The youngest? No. I never met him in my life. No, with Edward. Edward, Edward Ferras. Edward and I have been secretly engaged these five years. You may well be surprised. I should never have mentioned it if I could not trust you to keep our secret. Edward would not mind for he looks on you as his own sister. I’m sorry. We—surely we—We surely do not mean the same Mr. Ferrars. Oh, the very same. He was four years under the tutelage of my uncle, Mr. Pratt, in Plymouth. Has he never spoken of it? Yes, I believe he has. I was very unwilling without his mother’s approval. But we loved each other with too great a passion for prudence. Though you do not know him as well as I, you must have seen his ability to make a woman sincerely attached to him. I cannot pretend it has not been very hard on us both. We can scarcely meet above twice a year. You seem out of sorts. Are you well? Perfectly well. Thank you. I’ve not offended you? On the contrary. I cannot stand it any longer. I must know who you are saying. Lucy. If anyone finds out, it will ruin him. Promise me you’ll not tell. Miss Dashwood is quite engrossed (absorbed). No secrets, Lucy. I give you my word. Well, what can have fascinated you to such an extent, Miss Dashwood? We were talking of London, ma’am, and of all its diversions. Do you hear that, Charlotte? While you were whispering, Charlotte and I have concocted a plan. It is the best plan in the world! I make for London shortly and I invite you, Lucy, and both the Misses Dashwood to join me. London Can I go? You know perfectly that you are too young. I shall convey (carry) you to Chelsea, and we will taste the delights of the season. What say you? Please can I go? I’m 12 soon. Mr. Palmer, do you not long to have the Misses Dashwood come to London? I came into Devonshire with no other view Mrs. Jennings, you are very kind. But we cannot leave our mother. Your mother can spare you very well. Of course I can! Of course she can! I could not be more delighted. It is exactly what I would wish. I will brook no refusal, Miss Dashwood. Let us strike hands on the bargain. And if I do not have the three of you married by Michaelmas ( 米迦勒節 , 9/29), it will not be my fault.
8 At the Dancing Party In Jennings’s House, Chelsea At the Breakfast Table In Marianne’s Room	Marianne John Marianne John Marianne John Marianne Elinor Miss Grey John Miss Grey Elinor Marianne Mrs. Jennings Lucy Robert Lucy Mrs. Jennings Robert Lucy Elinor Marianne Elinor Marianne Elinor Marianne Mrs. Jennings Lucy Elinor Marianne Elinor Marianne Elinor Marianne Elinor Marianne Elinor Marianne Mrs. Jennings. Elinor	Good God, Willoughby. Will you not shake hands with me? How do you do, Miss Marianne? What’s the matter? Why have you not come to see me? Were you not in London? Have you not received my letters? I had the pleasure of receiving the information you sent me. For heaven’s sake, Willoughby. Tell me what is wrong. Thank you. I’m most obliged. If you will excuse me, I must rejoin my party. Go to him, Elinor. Force him to come to me instantly. Marianne, you must come away. Do you know them? Acquaintances from the country. Indeed. Wearing their country fashions, I see. Come away, dearest. I do not understand, I must speak to him. There you are, my dear! Oh, my goodness! Come, dear. You need some air. Come, dear, Lucy, we must go. We’re leaving so soon? If I might be so bold, it would be our pleasure to escort your charge (ward) home. How very kind. That is very handsome of you. She actually sent him messages during the night? Yes, indeed. Mr. Pigeon was not himself all day. Marianne, please tell me. Do not ask me questions. You have no confidence in me. This approach from? You who confide in no one? I have nothing to tell. Nor I. neither of us have anything to tell, I because I conceal nothing, and you, because you communicate nothing. Lover’s quarrels are swift to heal. That letter will do the trick. Mark my words. I must be off. I do hope he doesn’t keep her waiting much longer. It hurts to see her looking so forlorn. What a welcome I had from Edward’s family. I’m surprised you never mentioned how agreeable your sister-in-law is. And Mr. Robert. All so affable. It is perhaps fortunate that none of them knows of your engagement. Excuse me. “My dear madam, I’m at a loss to discover how I could have offended you. My esteem for your family is very sincere but if I have given rise to a belief of more than I felt or meant to express. I shall reproach myself for not having been more guarded. My affections have long been engaged elsewhere. And it is with great regret that I return your letters and the lock of hair which you so obligingly bestowed upon me. I am—etcetera. John Welloughby.” Oh Marianne, dearest. It is best to know what his intentions are at once. Think how you would have felt if your engagement had continued for months and months before he chose to put an end to it. We’re not engaged. But you wrote to him. I thought he left you with some kind of understanding. No, he’s not so unworthy as you think him. Not so unworthy? Did he tell you that he loved you? Yes. No. never absolutely. It was every day implied, but never declared. Sometimes I thought it had been, but it never was. He has broken no vow. He’s broken faith with all of us! He made us all believe he loved you! He did. He loved me as I loved him. I had to come straight up. How are you, Miss Marianne? Oh, poor thing. She looks very bad. Tis no wonder, for ‘tis but too true. I was told by Miss Morton, a friend, he is to be married this month to a Miss Grey with L$50,000! Said I, “If ‘tis true, he is a good-for-nothing who’s used my young friend abominably ill and I wish with all my soul that his wife might plague his heart out.” Oh, my dear, he’s not the only young man worth having. With your pretty face, you’ll never want for admirers. There, better let her have her cry out and have done with it. I’ll look out something to tempt her. Does she care for olives? I cannot tell you.
9 At Jennings’ House	Brandon Elinor Brandon Elinor Brandon Elinor Brandon Elinor Elinor Marianne Elinor Marianne Servant Elinor Edward Elinor Edward Elinor Edward Lucy Elinor Lucy Elinor Marianne Edward Marianne Edward Marianne Edward Marianne Lucy Marianne Edward Marianne Edward Lucy Edward	When I quitted Barton last--. No I must go further back. No doubt, Mrs. Jennings has apprised you of certain events in my past. The sad outcome of my connection with a young woman name Eliza. What is not commonly known is that twenty years ago, before she died, Eliza bore an illegitimate child. The father, whoever he was, abandoned them. As Eliza lay dying, she begged me to look after the child. I had failed Eliza in every other way. I could not refuse her now. I took the child—Beth is her name—and placed her with a family in the county where she would be looked after. I saw her whenever I could. She grew up so headstrong and God forgive me, I indulged her, I allowed her too much freedom. Almost a year ago, she disappeared. Disappeared? I instigated (started) a search. But for eight months, I was left to imagine the worst. At last, on the day of the Delaford picnic I received the first news of her. She was with child. And the blackguard who had left her with no hint of his whereabouts. Oh, good God. Do you mean Willoughby? Before I could confront him, Lady Allen had learned of his behavior and turned him from the house. He fled to London. He left us without any explanation. Lady Allen had annulled his legacy. He was left with next to nothing and in danger of losing Combe Magna and all the money that remained to his debtors. So he abandoned Marianne for Miss Grey and her L$50, 000. Is Beth still in town? She has chosen to return to the country for her confinement. I would not have burdened you, Miss Dashwood, had I not, from my heart believed it might in time lesson your sister’s regrets. I have described Mr. Willoughby as the worst of libertines. But I have learned from Lady Allen that he did mean to propose that day, and therefore I cannot deny that his intentions towards Marianne were honorable, and I feel certain that he would have married her had it not been— For the money. Dearest, was I right to tell you? Of course. Whatever his past action whatever his present course, at least you may be certain that he loved you. But not enough. Not enough. There’s a Mr. Edward Ferrars to see you, Miss Dashwood. Do ask him to come in. Mr. Ferras. Miss Dashwood. What a pleasure to see you. Miss Dashwood, how can I – You know Miss Steele, of course. Indeed. How do you do, Miss Steele? I am well, thank you, Mr. Ferrars. Do sit down. You must be surprised to find me here. I expect you thought I was at your sister’s house. Let me fetch Marianne. She would be most disappointed to miss you. Edward, I heard your voice. At least you found us. Forgive me, Marianne. My visit is shamefully overdue. You’re pale! You’ve not been unwell, I hope. Do not think of me. Elinor is well, you see. That must be enough for both of us. Indeed. And how do you enjoy London, Miss Marianne? Not at all. the sight of you is all the pleasure it has afforded. Is that not so, Elinor? Why has you not come to see us before? I have been much engaged elsewhere. Engaged elsewhere. But what was that when there were such friends to be met? Perhaps you think young men never honor their engagements, little or great. No, indeed. Edward is the most incapable of being selfish of anyone I ever saw. Edward, will you not sit? Elinor, help me to persuade him. Forgive me, I must take my leave. You’ve only just arrived. If you would excuse me—but I have an urgent commission to attend to on Fanny’s behalf. In that case, perhaps you might escort me back to your sister’s house. It would be an honor.
10 At Jennings’ House At the Cottage	Mrs. Jennings Marianne Elinor Marianne Elinor Marianne Elinor Marianne Elinor Marianne Elinor Marianne Elinor Elinor Edward Elinor Edward Elinor Edward Elinor Edward Elinor Edward Elinor Edward Elinor Edward Elinor Edward Elinor Edward Mrs. Dashwood Edward Mrs. Dashwood Edward Mrs. Dashwood Edward Elinor Edward Margaret Mrs. Dashwood Marianne Margaret	Oh, my dears. What a commotion! Mr. Edward Ferrars, the very one I used to joke you about, Miss Dashwood, is engaged these five years to Lucy Steele. Poor Mr. Ferrars. His mother who by all accounts is very proud has demanded that he break the engagement on pain of disinheritance. But he has refused to break his promise to Lucy. He has stood by her, a good man and is cut off without a penny. She has settled it all irrevocably on Mr. Robert. But I cannot stop. I must go to Lucy. Your sister-in-law scolded her like any fury, drove her to hysteria. How long have you know? Since the night Mrs. Jennings offered to take us to London. Why did you not tell me? Lucy told me in strictest confidence. I could not break my word. But Edward loves you. He made me no promises. He tried to tell me about Lucy. He cannot marry her. Would you have him treat her even worse than Willoughby has treated you? No. But nor would I have him marry where he does not love. Edward made his promise long ago, long before he met me. Though he may harbor some regret, I believe that he will be happy in the knowledge that he did his duty and kept his word. After all, after all that is bewitching in the idea of one’s happiness entirely depending on one person, it is not always possible, we must accept. Edward will marry Lucy, and you and I will go home. Always resignation (submission) and acceptance. Always prudence (discretion) and honor and duty . Elinor, where is your heart? What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering? For weeks, Marianne, I’ve had this pressing on me without being at liberty to speak of it to a single creature. It was forced on me by the very person whose prior claims ruined all my hope. I have endured her exaltation again and again whilst knowing myself to be divided from Edward forever. Believe me, Marianne, had I not been bound to silence, I could have produced proof enough of a broken heart even for you. I have—I have good news. Do please sit down. I think you know of our friend Colonel Brandon. Yes, I’ve heard his name. Colonel Brandon desires me to say that understanding you wish to join ht clergy he has great pleasure in offering you the parish on his estate at Delaford in the hope that it may enable you and Miss Steele to marry. Colonel Brandon? Yes. He is concerned for the cruel situation in which you now find yourselves. Colonel Brandon gives me a parish? Could it be possible? The unkindness of your family makes you astonished to find friendship elsewhere. No. not to find it in you. I cannot be ignorant that it is certainly to you that I owe this. I’d feel it—I would express it if I cold, but, as you know, I am no orator. No. You are mistaken. You woe it almost entirely to your own merit. I’ve had no hand in it. Colonel Brandon must be a man of great worth and respectability. Yes. He is the kindest and best of men. May I ask why the colonel did not tell me himself? I think he felt it would be better coming from a friend. Your friendship has been the most important of my life. You will always have it. Forgive me. You honor and your promises. That is more important than anything else. I—whish you both very happy. Miss Dashwood. Is Mrs. Ferrars at the new parish? No, my mother is in town. I meant to inquire after Mrs. Edward Ferrars. Well, then you—you’ve not heard? I think you mean my brother. You mean Mrs. Robert Ferrars. Mrs. Robert Ferrars? Yes. I—I received a letter from Miss Steele, Mrs. Ferrars, I should say—communicating to me the transfer of her affections to my brother, Robert. It seems they were much thrown together in London and in view of the change in my circumstances, I felt it only right that she be released from our engagement. At any rate, they were married last week in Plymouth. Then you—are not married? (Then she started to cry.) No. Elinor. I met Lucy when I was very young. Had I had an active profession, I should never have felt such an idle and foolish inclination. My behavior at Norland was very wrong, but I convinced myself that you felt only friendship for me, and that it was my heart alone that I was risking. I’ve come here with no expectations—only to profess now that I am liberty to do so that my heart is—and always will be—yours. He’s sitting next to her. Come down. Will you stop that? What else? Tell us. Wait! He’s kneeling down.