Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thank you for taking it so well.
- You never used to be. - Can't we have the hood down?
- Then... - No. Mother's calling. I've got to go.
Dear, a moment. We may not have this chance again. Have you spoken to him yet?
Don't leave your comfortable house. You mustn't!
Go and call him.
is a private matter and should be regarded as such.
Mary can change it, and we'll start from the beginning.
But, in this case...
and says he is writing today to urge you to consider our little corner of Surrey.
- He used to be. - He's retired? And you, yourself?
I know we should make our heaven and earth where we are.
Most certainly! That is, if they are gentlewomen.
I told him of my plan to lure you hither, and he is in complete agreement
There are poppies and a barley field.
Espoirl
Forgive me, but it seems to me you're in a muddle.
Under Orcagna's Loggia - the Loggia de Lanzi, as we call it now...
Provided, of course, he's clean.
I have reflected. It's fate. Everything is fate.
Naturally, one would be stirred up.
Beauty!
I never suggested that.
Well, there you are. Make my boy realize that,
Certainly.
send them to Italy for... subtlety.
I'm not having this.
I am sorry that the house has brought on your rheumatism.
"Again, poor Charlotte."
The signora wrote South rooms with a view, close together.
One's lucky to get as much as a yes or no out of him.
Poor, poor Charlotte!
I have to. Don't you see I have to go away?
I have not had rheumatism for years, and if I feel a twinge I'll stand up.
Dear sir, I implore you...
the special character of Giotto among the great painters.
Again, poor Charlotte
Dear Cecil, what joy!
Miss Lavish, what a recommendation for a place!
Who's been leaving books out to spoil?
She will think so... if you tell her.
Charlotte, please stay.
Freddy, stop it!
Andiamo.
Poor Charlotte.
Would Cecil and I be missed if we went for a walk?
He should have been here at least an hour ago.
- She has accepted me. - I'm so glad.
We know Mr. Vyse, too. He's been very... kind.
Joy...!
- And now Freddy wants to ask the Emersons. - Well, he needn't.
Cecil, give that sovereign to me.
For stock. It's lost all its flavor.
Yes?
Is anything the matter with Cecil?
Kiss me again.
- We could not impose on your kindness. - Why?
Sir Harry, how about spinsters as tenants?
Charlotte, we can't change now.
How very vexing! I shall have to get a cab.
And you must leave.
The classes should mix, there should be intermarriage. I believe in democracy.
And the fact I love Cecil and shall be his wife shortly is of no importance?
Well, I owe you a thousand apologies.
Go and look for tennis balls, Mr. Emerson.
But their whole attitude is wrong.
It's the way he put it - wouldn't it be a splendid thing for Lucy if he married her?