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Tea Party at Norman’s
Durée : 1 min 16 sec
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Norman: Mother, this is Miss Potter.
Mrs. Warne: Ah, at last! We poor forgotten folk in Bedford Square get to share some of Norman's excitement.
Beatrix: Mrs. Warne, it's so kind of you to invite me.
Mrs. Warne: Nonsense! It was the desperate act of a woman who was beginning to forget what her son looked like.
Norman: Mother! And this is my sister, Amelia.
Millie: Hello. Norman allowed us a peek at Peter Rabbit, Miss Potter, we found it utterly charming so we wheedled, cajoled and absolutely insisted Norman bring you round for tea. I have decided that you and I are going to be friends.
Beatrix: Have you?
Millie: Well, Norman tells me that you're unmarried, as am I and that you're not unhappy about it and I can't tell you how much that pleases me.
Mrs. Warne: Why can't you talk about the weather like other girls?
Millie: Well, all the other unmarried daughters in our circle, believe me, there are many, they sit around all day gossiping and unaccountably bursting into tears but you have done something. You've written a book. I warn you, I am prepared to like you very much.
Beatrix: Well, in that case, I shall have to like you too, Miss Warne.
Millie: Call me Millie, and that's to be the last of Miss Potter too, I'm afraid.
Beatrix: Absolutely! Beatrix, by all means.
Mrs. Warne: Thank goodness, the tea! I was beginning to feel quite ill with all this bonhomie.
Millie: Oh, do let's have tea in the garden, mother, it's too beautiful a day in every way not to share it with the flowers.
A True Artist
Durée : 1 min 46 sec
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Beatrix: How was your day at the club, Father?
Father: Interesting as always.
Mother: Rupert, we seem to have a situation. We need your resolution.
Beatrix: I want to invite Norman Warne and his sister to our Christmas Party.
Mother: With Lady Armitage, with Sir Nigel and Sybil. A tradesman, Rupert. How will anyone have fun?
Beatrix: He’s the gentleman who publishes my books, Father.
Mother: Rupert.
Father: I have something here, Beatrix. I went into Hatchard’s bookshop and I purchased this with good money. Now, Hugh Witterford bearded me in the club and rattled on for hours. You know old Hugh, jowls all a flutter. Wife bought three of your girl's books for our granddaughters' nursery, sending more by ship to chums in Bombay. Very soon the whole club was telling me of some purchase that they had made of our daughter’s creations. So I thought it was time that I bought one. So I went straight into Hatchard’s to put my shilling onto the counter.
Beatrix: I would have given you one.
Father: But I wanted to buy one like everyone else. I owe you an apology, Beatrix. When you showed me your books, all I saw was my little girl bringing me clever drawings for me to comment on. You’re not a little girl anymore, you’re an artist, and a genuine artist. I would have been proud to use that word about myself. Now I’m proud of you, Beatrix.
Beatrix: Thank you, Father.
Father: So I don’t see any reason why we cannot make a little social effort to welcome the gentleman responsible for this blessing into our home.
Beatrix: Thank you, Father. (kissing him) Thank you.
Father: I think it would be good for all of us.
Mother: Merry Christmas, Rupert.
Marriage: Father vs Daughter
Durée : 1 min 01 sec
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(Beatrix alone in her room after the confrontation with her parents about marriage. Knock at the door.)
Beatrix: Come in, Father. Why is it that after any difficult situation, she always sends you?
Rupert Potter: Mama didn't send me. I don't like tension in my home. I want to resolve this matter (sitting down).
Beatrix: Well, you can't. I've made my decision.
Rupert: Your mother wants what is best for you, as do I, Beatrix. An impulsive and inappropriate marriage is something that you would ultimately regret.
Beatrix: You can't allow me to marry and leave. With Bertram moved away, who would take care of you?
Rupert: You surely do not think we would deny you happiness just simply because we needed a nursemaid? That is a knife in my heart.
Beatrix: Well, then, what is it, Father, because I cannot understand.
Rupert: You cannot make us the villains, Beatrix. Your mother trotted out countless suitors all of them acceptable. You rejected every one of them.
Beatrix: I know that, Father. I didn't want to be a silly woman marrying a man simply because he was acceptable, or rich enough to take care of me. Does that mean that I'm never to be loved? (Rupert does not react at all. Beatrix shouts then.) Father?