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Have you never heard her sing? She’s marvellous. You should see her in Paris, though, not here. David will take you. I’d love to. You’d fit right in. Better than here, really. Isn’t it wonderful to find a young person who wants to know things? There’s so much I want you to see. Are you all right to come and have a look at that Pembroke Villas place with me on Friday, Danny? Oh, no, I can’t. There’s a Burne-Jones coming up at Christie’s on Friday. Desperate to get my hands on it. You’re thinking of buying a Burne-Jones? Mmm. A real one? I just have a feeling the Pre-Raphaelites are going to take off. I love the Pre-Raphaelites! Do you? Yes, of course! Rossetti and Burne-Jones, anyway. Not Holman Hunt so much, he’s so garish. Oh, absolutely. Well, why don’t we all go to the auction together? Auction! Gosh, how exciting. It’s Friday morning. Friday. Oh. You’re busy? Well, yes. Tant pis. Quel dommage. C’est pas de problème. C’est… Are you sure you’re busy? No. I’m sure I could rearrange. That would be lovely. You got me wrapped around your little finger …little finger if this is love if this is love… It’s everything I hoped it would be When we kiss It’s as if Our lips agree That we were meant to be When we touch… What are you doing? I can’t get this casserole dish clean, it’s all burned around the… It’s to :. We finished tea at :. I know what time it is. How was your evening? Best night of my life. Night, Mum. I think there were two violins, one cello, two violas, a harp… I don’t want to hear about Ravel. I want to know what else was on the programme. It was nothing like that. He was a perfect gentleman. He just said he wanted to take me places and show me things. “Things”? Plural? My God! I knew that Jane Eyre would eventually work its magic on you. I’m assuming that’s what you’re all so animated about. Of course. Jane Eyre and Jenny’s new boyfriend. He’s not my new boyfriend. That’s true. He’s more of a man friend, actually. He’s got a sports car, Miss Stubbs! It’s maroon. So could we call him a Mr Rochester figure? I think he must be as blind as Mr Rochester. You may or may not have noticed I’m trying to steer the subject away from Jenny’s lurid love life into the matter in hand. And it is clear from this evidence that most of you know far too much about the former and next to nothing about the latter. Reluctantly, I have to admit that Jenny is clearly an expert on both. Excellent as always, Jenny. Hello. Hello. Hello. Hello. Any further bids? Sold, then, for guineas. Hello. You’re late. We now turn to Lot . The Tree of Forgiveness by Sir Edward Burne-Jones. This is a rare opportunity to purchase a key work of the Pre-Raphaelite movement. Who will start me off at guineas? Is it that one? Yes, that’s the one. Fifty guineas? Twenty guineas? Thank you. Forty? Thank you, sir. Do I hear ? Eighty guineas? Thank you, sir. Another one, madam? One hundred guineas? One hundred and twenty? No further bids? Your turn. What? Any further bids? Your turn. Any more? Quick! One hundred and twenty guineas from the very eager new bidder. One hundred and forty, madam? Thank you. One hundred and sixty guineas? One hundred and eighty? Thank you. Two hundred guineas? Two hundred and twenty? Another one, madam? Sold for guineas. Thank you. Your name, please? Mellor. Now we move on to Lot … Thank you very much. I couldn’t possibly have bought it without you. Just a couple of years ago, you could pick one of them up for quid. No one was interested. Oh, I would have been so interested. As you can see, I just love things. That’s not a Lockey-Hill! There aren’t many people who come in here and say that. No, certainly not me. Oh, it’s beautiful! Do you play? Thank you. I used to. I vowed to myself that one day I’d own one of these and now I do own one, I don’t touch the bugger. It’s vulgar, really, putting it on display. Give it to Jenny. I think that would be even more vulgar. Play for us, Jenny. No, one day, when I’m good enough. She’s good enough now. David, you’ve never seen me play. I can come and hear you in Oxford, when you get there. We should all go and spend a weekend in Oxford. Straw boaters, punting, cream teas… Boats. …antiquarian book shops. Bit of business, if we can find it. What about next weekend? Mmm! Yes. I wouldn’t be allowed to do that. I’ll talk to them. You’re going to ask my father if you can take me away for the weekend? He’d have you arrested. We’ll see. I bet you can’t. How much? I’d be careful if I were you, Jenny. You don’t know who you’re dealing with. Half a crown. You’re on. How do you know Danny? Oh, you know. We kept bumping into each other, then we became pals, and we’ve ended up doing a bit of business together when it suits us. What kind of business? Property, a bit of art dealing. Some buying and selling. This and that. Right. I’ll just be two ticks. Okay. Mr Goldman, good to see you. Jolly good. Madam. All right. All right, I’ve got this one. And… Put me down! Go on, then. Sorry about that. How do you know those negro people? They’re clients. Clients? Schvartzers have to live somewhere. It’s not as if they can rent off their own kind, is it?