Howards End

(slow melancholic music) I think our race is degenerating. (scoffs) We cannot settle even this little thing. What'll it be like we have to settle a big one? It's little things one bungles at. Big, real ones are nothing when they come. I was thinking of father, having to leave Germany at 40. Adopt a new country and new ideals. We, at our age, can't even change houses. I wish you'd come with me. No. I'd rather leave it to you. But you won't do anything rash, will you Margaret? There's nothing rash to do. This is awfully kind, but I'm afraid it's not going to do. A house has not been built that suits the Schlegel family. What, have you come to tell me not to deal? Not exactly. Not exactly. Well, in that case, let's be starting. Is this a new motorcar, Mr. Wilcox? Yes, yes. - Presumably, it's very beautiful. How do you like it, Crane? Oh, very much, mum. Is it a steam car? No, no, I don't hold with steam engines. No, of corse not, there's no assuming, but are they faster? I read... They are just now, but they-- Crane, thank you. But the potentialities of the internal combustion No future in the steam car. - are infinitely-- Crane. Oh, beg your pardon, sir. May I? - No, thank you, I can manage. Nonsense, let me help you. Um... So, how on earth did you know my chauffer was called Crane? Oh, I know Crane. I've been driving with Mrs. Wilcox. I know you have a housekeeper, called Maisy. I know all sorts of things.