Who felt the angst from Mr Bast in this episode of BBC One’s Howards End, then? Wowzers it was oozing all over the place! His complete adoration of Helen is overt while Mrs Bast is suffering with poor health and their finances have taken a nose dive due to the advice from Mr Wilcox that Mr Bast move employers. Suffice to say that the advice was not sound as Mr Bast found himself redundant.
Romance is on the mind of Mr Wilcox and the other boiling pot that’s been bubbling since episode one spills over when he asks Meg to marry him. Much to Helen’s disgust it seems.
The intertwining of the Bast and Wilcox family is highlighted too as it soon becomes clear that Mrs Bast has been Mr Wilcox’s mistress in the past. This news emerges as Helen turns up with the Basts, laying blame at Mr Wilcox’s door for their unfortunate circumstances.
So, with Evie married in a lavish wedding ceremony – it looks as though another Wilcox wedding won’t be imminent, Meg is released from the engagement…
The final instalment of Howards End! Did you love it as much as I did? What an exceptional adaptation, what a set, what a cast – amazing!
So, what did we have in the last episode? Well Helen has disappeared and Meg is anguished – imagining all sorts has happened to her sister. Particularly, due to Helen’s vague letters. Although Tibby and Meg could not imagine the reason for Helen’s prolonged absence. However, they are keen to piece it together and Charles becomes involved in solving the mystery – especially once the Basts are thrown into the mix.
Meg does marry and become Mrs Wilcox – albeit a fraught union which almost crumbles altogether when Helen reappears and is found to be heavily pregnant. Meg is desperate for her husband’s support which he is unwilling to give, even in light of his own misdemeanours.
Bast is the father of Helen’s unborn child of course, and he meets an untimely demise. Meanwhile Meg declares that she will move to Germany with her sister. There is a happy ending in sight, but I won’t spoil it. All I will say is that my Sundays have been filled with a glorious piece of television. Thanks BBC!