Daniel Deronda

Mesdames, messieurs, faites vos jeux.

Striking girl, very striking.

Don't you think, Vandernoodt?

A man might risk hanging for her.

Well, a fool might.

She's with baroness Langen.

Oh, ein deutches madchen.

No, no, she's English.

And rich? Eh, who knows?

Who knows that about anybody these days?

Dix-sept noir. Impair et manche.

Faites vos jeux, mesdames, messieurs.

Les jeux sont fait.

Dix-sept noir. Impair et manche.

Stop now.

Think, you can take your winnings back home to England.

Faites vos jeux, mesdames et messieurs.

My dear, what are you doing?

Is crazy to play this way!

It is the only way.

Les jeux sont fait.

- Vingt-huit noir. Pair et passe.

Do you know that man?

With Sir Hugo Mallinger?

That is Daniel Deronda, his son...

Adopted son, I should say.

It is assumed that he is Sir Hugo's illegitimate son.

Really?

You are interested?

Possibly.

He seems... Not like young men in general.

And you don't like young men in general?

No, I don't.

Well, dear, what do you think of the place?

I think it's charming.

No one need be ashamed of living here.

Well, that's a relief.

So clever of you, Uncle, to find it for us.

It would do for fallen royalty, it's so romantic.

There's certainly nothing to be ashamed of.

Come on, let's go inside.

Thank you.

Old things, as you see, but all quite good.

It's perfect.

I want to do all the country things, sketching and archery...

And I shall have a horse and ride out every day.

Well, you're welcome to borrow old Betsy as often as you like.

No, Uncle, I mean a proper horse.

Something pretty, so you can be proud of me when you see me out on him.

But, my dear, we must be aware of the expense.

Oh, but I must.

It might be managed.

She always gets everything she wants!

That's because I won't put up with anything less.

Come on, let's explore.

You're really too kind to us, Harry.

Not really.

I'm a rational man, Fanny, and I make rational judgements.

That girl is worth some expense as an investment.

By God, she's a beautiful girl.

Yes.

I'm rather sorry we invited her.

She does rather outshine our poor Catherine.

-Who is she, exactly? -Gwendolen Harleth.

Her mother's Mrs Davilow.

The second husband died recently.

Not a man of substance or breeding.

Now they've washed up here.

Rex. Not for you, Rex.

-And why shouldn't she be? -Cousins, Rex. Never works.

Besides, she needs to capture a fortune.

- -Charming!

Charming!

Encore! Encore!

-Oh, yes, please, Gwendolen. -No, I couldn't possibly.

It would be too cruel to a great musician.

-How you must despise us, Herr Klesmer. -Not at all.

It's always a pleasure to see you sing.

Oh, I say, look here.

You see what I have to go through, Gwen.

Herr Klesmer can hardly tolerate anything we English do in music.

I suppose we should be grateful for being told the worst.

I daresay I have been very ill-taught

as well as having no talent.

Yes, you have been very ill-taught.

Still, you're not quite without talent.

Never mind, Gwen.

Coming from him, that's a great compliment.

But the music you sing is beneath you...

...no cries of deep, mysterious passion.

Well...

I'm sure we would all love to hear you play.

What right has that damned fellow to insult you?

Every right, unfortunately.

But it was sweet of you to care, Rex.

-Mr Clintock. -I wish you'd sing to us again.

That's the style of music for me, I...

I can never make anything of this tip-top playing.

You prefer the mediocre, then?

No, no, not what I...

Dash it, you know what I mean!

Excuse me, I must go to poor mama.

She does not like to stay out too late.

Imagine being so rich that you could keep one of Europe's leading composers

as a family pet.

Even though he does snap and snarl rather.

Hmm. I don't know why anyone would want such a creature around them.

But the Arrowpoints have been very kind to you, Gwendolen.

Such a pity they weren't blessed with sons.

Such a pity for themselves or for us?

But the Clintocks are almost as wealthy.

Did you like young Mr Clintock?

Oh, he's a fool, mother!

Do you know what he told me?

He's writing a poem in four cantos

about croquet.

Oh... Dear.

Is that so very bad?

I wish I didn't have to be married at all.

From what I've seen of it, it seems a very dreary life.

So many women allow themselves to be made slaves of.

All those children.

It's certainly not the fulfilment of my ambition.

Daniel! -No, no, you must come in.

Things for you to see.

-Daniel! -Daniel!

Mother, Dan's here!

Oh, come and sing with us, Dan!

He hasn't come for that. -Oh, Hans!

Stay for tea, Dan!

Well, what do you think?

There's so much life.

You've been working hard, Hans.

All thanks to you.

At the end of term, I'd have had to go out

looking for a job without your help.

And now I have this chance of studying the great masters in Rome.

I have more than I need.

What else would I do with it?

I won't forget it.

And I hope one day I can pay you back.

Everything's come clear for me now.

I know what I want to do now, Dan.

I envy you.

What?

Your certainty, I suppose.

Have you told Sir Hugo yet?

No, not yet.

Leave Cambridge?

But why on earth should you do that?

Your tutor says you should get a fellowship.

It's not what I want, Sir.

I want to find my own way in the world.

Oh, and how do you propose to do that?

I want to travel.

Not the grand tour.

I'd like to find out how other people live, understand their philosophies.

I just think there has to be much more to life

than Eton and Cambridge and studying classics.

No, there's no doubt there is.

So you don't want to be an English gentleman to the backbone after all?

Yes, of course I want to be an English gentleman, Sir.

But I want to understand other points of view.

Didn't you spend a year or two travelling in Europe when you were younger?

One year.

The best and the worst year of my life.

Hmm.

Very well, Dan, suppose we say this...

You take a little time off and then join us in the summer at Leubronn.

Who knows, you might find what you're looking for there.

Thank you, Sir.

Good morning.

Oh, Rex, what on earth is that you're riding?

Oh, Betsy. She tries her best.

My father can't afford to keep a hunter for me.

Not while I'm off at Oxford.

You make me feel quite guilty.

-Why? -You must know your father bought Persephone for me.

It's not fair, is it?

I get everything I want, and you get nothing.

-Well, I get the pleasure of seeing you ride. -Well, that's true.

Should we go hunting today?

Ladies don't hunt, not in this part of the country.

Girls' lives are so stupid!

We can never do what we like!

And what should you like to do?

Oh, I don't know, go to the North Pole,

ride steeplechases,

be a queen in the east.

That's Diplow Hall, Sir Hugo Mallinger's place.

His nephew Mallinger Grandcourt's taken it for the season.

Of course, when Sir Hugo dies,

Grandcourt will inherit this and all the rest.

He'll be one of the richest men in England.

Will he, indeed?

Come on, I can hear the hounds.

Morning, Gascoigne. How's your father?

Very well, thank you, my lord.

-Do you know... -Miss Harleth, ain't it?

Glad to see you here.