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  • It came to me deep in the night, as it so often does.

  • We shall be as a meadow!

  • Clara - the landing.

  • Denise - Haberdashery.

  • From Miss Audrey.

  • Inspiration came to her in the night.

  • Inspiration must be blind.

  • Like love! And justice. And worms.

  • Oh, I wish I could do that, though. Arrange things. Don't you?

  • These days, I think I could do anything I set my mind to.

  • Really? Anything?

  • What is there to stop me?

  • I know. She scares me, too.

  • Clara!

  • Sorry, Ma'am. Customer.

  • You weren't back.

  • Ladies, please take a seat.

  • Denise! Le salon d'essayage.

  • We have searched cellar to roof.

  • A female could get in and out and no-one any the wiser.

  • We are vulnerable.

  • My department has always adhered to the highest standards!

  • Miss Audrey, no one supposes this a reflection on you or your staff.

  • He belongs in the police station.

  • No. I don't want him at the police station.

  • I want him here. Dudley, you know infants.

  • When Alice was sick last winter and couldn't nurse the baby,

  • what did you do?

  • Mellin's Infant Food. Able's across the street will have it.

  • Arthur!

  • Infant food. Able's. Yes, sir!

  • Jonas, get a message to Peter Adler.

  • Tell him I wish to speak to him, on a matter of urgency.

  • Dudley - the newspapers.

  • Yesterday we were paying a guinea a line for advertising space,

  • tomorrow they'll give us the front pages for free.

  • But Mr Moray, sir. Who is to look after him?

  • Why - us.

  • The Paradise!

  • They wish to donate money for the baby.

  • If we had a box, or a tin?

  • Miss Audrey. My name is at the top of the list.

  • I see that, but they have asked for Denise.

  • All the morning customers have been asking for Denise!

  • Indeed. She is quite the cause celebre -

  • the girl who found the Paradise Baby.

  • I believe it will be a new sales record.

  • I shouldn't worry.

  • With all the fuss being made of this one,

  • we'll have every unwanted brat in the city dumped at our door.

  • Plenty of bastards to go round, then.

  • Oh, I know! What business have I?

  • But I heard and I had to see for myself.

  • Allow me to introduce Mr Peter Adler.

  • Peter, Miss Katherine Glendenning.

  • I see you have already met my other guest.

  • Oh, he is quite the most beautiful thing.

  • A heartbreaker, in the lair of a shameless opportunist.

  • Oh, come on, Adler!

  • This is an opportunity that may serve us both.

  • Poor Miss Glendenning must be wondering what devilish pact

  • we have in hand.

  • I am the patron of a Foundling Home, Miss Glendenning.

  • Moray is hoping we will be able to find room for his unexpected guest.

  • Though not quite yet.

  • I want him in my store a day or two longer.

  • A baby? Here? Moray, what can you be thinking of?

  • The publicity.

  • You wanted me, Mr Moray, sir?

  • Yes. Take him into the Paradise.

  • I want him seen.

  • I want him loved.

  • Understand?

  • Yes, sir!

  • Our friend has a reputation as a man of innovation and drive.

  • Perhaps he is also hoping to demonstrate

  • that there is a softer side to him -

  • the human face of the all-conquering capitalist.

  • Hmm, you have my measure.

  • Do I have your support?

  • We will take him. On one condition.

  • A donation?

  • And a visit. Our foundlings to your store.

  • We do our best to fit them for work, give them a future.

  • Well, who knows?

  • If one of them impresses,

  • you may even be moved to extend the offer of a job.

  • Supposing the press were still on hand to report the gesture.

  • Miss Glendenning. Moray.

  • Adler.

  • You must let me know when this visit is to take place.

  • Your Foundlings interest me, Mr Adler,

  • I should like very much to be here.

  • Of course.

  • Miss Glendenning.

  • You're wasting your time, you know. He's far too high-minded.

  • Now I wonder, is that meant as a warning or a challenge?

  • Seriously, watch your back,

  • she'd do anything for the kind of money you earned today.

  • Isn't that right, Sam?

  • Who - Clara?

  • Ay, she'd kill her own grandmother to get commission on the hide.

  • Oh! Can I hold him? Please can I hold him!

  • It won't last. People want to tell their friends

  • they bought something from the girl who found the Paradise baby.

  • But he isn't! He isn't the Paradise baby!

  • He wasn't born here - he was just dumped.

  • In Miss Audrey's stupid saloon!

  • It's not funny! No, come on, come here. They're just being childish.

  • Everywhere I've took him they've called him that - the Paradise baby.

  • But I was born here in the loading bays.

  • And when you're rich and famous, there'll be a plaque out there.

  • Saying what?

  • His mam was the drayman's tart.

  • She dropped him like a turd then fell down dead of the shame.

  • God, you're full of spite! Don't take it out on him.

  • What? I was just saying what I've heard.

  • What? What you heard? Where, from who?

  • Oh, you know - people.

  • Oh, come on! She's just got it wrong.

  • Your ma was the drayman's daughter, she died of a fever.

  • Your pa was lost at Sebastopol

  • and you were brought up by the men who worked in the bays.

  • You told me the story, yourself.

  • But what if that's all it is - a story?

  • Last week, Moray bestrode the narrow world like a colossus,

  • this week he's Florence Nightingale in pantaloons.

  • The man's a genius.

  • What do you know about a man called Peter Adler?

  • Apart from his market value.

  • His market value is not to be sniffed at.

  • They call him Saint Peter at the club. Rich as Croesus.

  • Full-time philanthropist. Why?

  • I thought I might invite him to dine. Would you object?

  • Not at all.

  • But I don't imagine it's my displeasure

  • you're hoping to provoke.

  • Every front page bar one!

  • "City foundling finds new, celestial home",

  • "An angel in Paradise", "Cherub among the chinaware".

  • We are paying for your front pages -

  • Adler's brats trooping through at any moment.

  • I doubt the wheels of commerce will grind to a halt because

  • a few children pay us a visit.

  • Not children - foundlings, begotten in sin,

  • abandoned while God looked the other way.

  • They remind us of everything that's foul in ourselves.

  • If ever I feel despondent,

  • I need only a minute in the company of Jonas and lo!

  • The clouds lift.

  • Where's the baby?

  • Haberdashery got hold of him yesterday and hasn't let go since.

  • Well, warn haberdashery not to become too attached.

  • We have him on loan only.

  • People are starting to speculate.

  • As to why the child was left here.

  • And? What do they conclude?

  • That he is yours.

  • You should read the editorial in the Chronicle, Dudley.

  • "Once, such a child would have been left on the church steps.

  • "Today, the populace puts its trust not in God, but in commerce."

  • We are the new church. I slipped once. 18 months ago.

  • I have not done so since.

  • It is not - could not be mine.

  • Mr Dudley, sir.

  • Mr Moray, Mr Dudley.

  • It's private. A list.

  • A list with only two names.

  • They worked here, when it was Emmerson's.

  • No-one else left who did.

  • They tell tales in the bays, about how I came to lose my arm.

  • Ever heard any?

  • No. A story for every day of the year,

  • most of them not fit to be repeated.