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 your Christmas party.
Mother: With lady Armitage. With sir Nigel and Sybil?! A tradesman, Rupert, how will anyone have fun?
Beatrix: He is a 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 (he shows The Tale of Two Bad Mice).
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 are not a little girl anymore, you are an artist. A genuine artist. I would have been proud to use that word about myself. And 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 in our home.
Beatrix: Thank you, father.