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What did he say about me?

That there was a rift
with your father,

which was not of your making.

He longs to be reconciled.

- You don't know him.
- You met my sister.

- I did. It was a pleasure.
- She's all charm.

He didn't go to her
when she was dying?

The wounds are deep.

How are you?

You seem a little sad, if
you don't mind my saying.

A public gallery is one thing,

but this is a gentleman's
private residence.

I've heard nothing at
all about a silver mine.

Then you should have done.

I would always be open

to investment opportunities
here or abroad.

Good.

Where on earth did you
learn to play like that?

Sorry I haven't
been in to see you for a while.

- Fathers...
- This is no life for him.

Perhaps you will not accept
love from those who offer it

because you choose not to.

Are you going out?

Yes, a poetry reading.

Thought it might be diverting.

But I will see you
at dinner, I hope?

Yes. You will.

Good morning, sir.

Who was that?

Oh, only Mr. Snowden
from across the way.

He's lost his little
dog and was hoping

we might have seen it.

- What a pity.
- I said we'd look out for it.

We shall.

Oh, I do beg your pardon, Vicar.

This came through
the door earlier.

I put it in my apron

and clean forgot to give
it to you.

Thank you.

Anything you need?

Um...

No.

Thank you.

"Alas it was sold,
that trinket of gold

which my ruiner gave to me...

All the winter nights
on my bosom, as cold.

- "It lay, as his heart might be."
- Oh, God.

You should come and listen.

"...did I
At thy command..."

No, thank you.

"Thou bad'st us
increase and multiply..."

And our tyrants bid us perish.

The child lay stiff
as a frozen straw

in the woman's
white cold breast...

And the parson in its
dead features saw.

His own to the truth expressed.

He turned from the bosom

whose heart was broke.

Once it pillowed
him as he slept...

He turned from the lips
that no longer spoke.

"From the eyes that
no longer wept..."

Thank you.

When was it written?

Around 1820, I think.

Good old Shelley.
Still as relevant.

Courageous to attack
hypocrisy in the church.

It's always
the women, isn't it,

who bear the greatest burden?

Because we have the babies,
and men can walk away.

Shelley himself walked
away, I'm afraid,

left his wife and child.

- Did he?
- He did.

This was before he met Mary.

His first wife drowned herself,
I think, in the Serpentine.

No.

- I mean, is that really true?
- I'm afraid so.

It all comes back to what we
were saying before, I suppose.

Words are important.

But it's what we do
which really counts.

Changed your mind?

About sitting for me?

Truthfully, I would love to.

I'm afraid it really
isn't possible.

I could keep the
likeness minimal.

Think about it.

Thank you.

It was fascinating,
moving in so many ways.

I'm glad you were here.

Perhaps I'll persuade my husband
to come with me next time.

Yes

by all means.

When might we see you again?

- I don't know.
- I shall have to organize

another event as
quickly as possible.

Shall I hail a
cab, Your Ladyship?

Yes. I'll come down with you.

Sell your interest
in the foundry?

Some of it, not all. I
need to raise capital.

But it's the worst
possible time to sell.

The business is yet
to prove itself.

It's doing better than
we could've hoped.

But we're months, years
away, even, from profit.

Is this because
of the silver mine

you mentioned, Your Lordship?

I believe the Marquise
d'Etagnac is behind it.

- What have you heard?
- Whisperings, that's all.

But I'll grant you,
people are saying

it's an exceptional opportunity.

How else could I raise
capital... quickly?

Do you know how much
we're looking at?

You can sell one of
the import lines,

but they've been your family's
mainstay for 50 years.

- Sell a parcel of land?
- No.

The fastest solution would
be to borrow, Your Lordship.

You have plenty of collateral.

I've never borrowed before,
and I won't start now.

Would you like me to approach
the Marquise, Your Lordship?

No.

No, she must approach us.

I won't be seen to be
begging for an opportunity.

And she will approach
us. Why would she not?

We've impressed
her at every turn,

earned her trust.

Agreed.

Find me an investor
for the foundry.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

From the Marquise.

She is to hold a ball.

I expect it will be the most
glamorous affair of the year.

Something to look forward to.

Yes.

How was your
afternoon? The, uh...

The poetry?

It was enjoyable.

Extremely interesting.

Where was it?

In Bloomsbury.

How was your afternoon?

Good. Productive.

I'm hoping to embark on another
venture with the Marquise.

Really?

She has a silver mine,
which is expanding rapidly,

and she's looking for investors.

There's nothing
settled yet, but I...

- A silver mine?
- In Mexico. In the Americas.

That
sounds thrilling.

Well, I think so.

You shall conquer the world.

One step at a time.

You all right?

Not really.

What do you do when you
think your mistress,

or your master

is heading into trouble?

- Is she?
- Perhaps.

They haven't been the same since
that business with his brother.

- Hmm.
- The Reverend.

Well, it's not for us
to say anything, is it?

We only ever know
half the story anyway.

About any of them.

Dear Lord...

I hated it

when you didn't come
to the Rochesters'.

Sorry.

The thought that you were
out in the world somewhere

living your life without me.

Where were you?

I was viewing some paintings.

That's all.

Were you really detained?

I wasn't sure you
wanted me there.

Clara, if I have
ever made you feel...

I hate that you could feel that.

When you're not there,
I can think only of you.

We should go and see

the Rochesters again
soon, don't you think?

So, they know there's no
difficulty between us.

If you wish.

Is that your chief concern...
that no one should suspect

there are difficulties
between us?

No. Of course not.

Of course not. You're
my chief concern.

But I'm sure you would
agree it's important.

I think if we see them again

it will only confirm
their suspicions.

Please stop this.

Do you think this
is all my doing?

I think we should endeavor to
draw a line and start again.

Do you think this
will all just go away?

I need to know that
this is the end of it.

Or what?

Or are you thinking
you'll go to the peelers?

The choices are all
mine, aren't they?

Whether I have a little word
with the ladies of the parish?

- Send a letter to the bishop?
- What we do might be a sin,

but it needn't open
the door to cruelty.

I do what it takes.

You try living my life,
Vicar, then judge me.

Got your money's worth
though, didn't you, hmm?

You loved it.

Promise me that this
is the last time.

This is the last time.

Right then...

Steady now.

Now this is a welcome,
isn't it, Peter?

Peter! Peter! Peter!

It's so
lovely to see you!

- We've missed you!
- Come! Come and play!

Come on! Come on!

Come on,
Peter! Come on!

Let's go!

When was the last
time they all played together?

Not for a number of years.

He looks small.

That'll change, Your Grace.

Human beings are like
flowers, aren't they?

They need sunlight
and air to thrive.

You thought him well enough
to come with us today?

Certainly.

His pulse is regular,
if not a touch fast.

But that's exactly what
I'd expect from a boy

who's about to do
something exciting

- and a little frightening.
- Hmm.

He's brave.

The Duke and I are
extremely grateful to you

for taking on Peter's care.

I hope you know that
I'm honored, Your Grace.

We have suspended
Dr. Moorcroft's visits

for the time being.

The Duke, I should warn you,

still holds some reservations
regarding your approach.

That's
entirely understandable.

I'm sure, very soon,

you'll see a great improvement
in Peter's well-being.

We can't hope for
miracles, of course.

Oh, I pray for a
miracle, Dr. Ellerby,

every night.

Come on, Peter, look!

There's a huge beetle!

- Thank you.
- Your Ladyship.

A visitor, Your Ladyship.

The Marquise d'Etagnac.
Will you receive her?

Yes. I'll receive her in here.

The Marquise d'Etagnac.

- Madame!
- My dearest girl.

I hope you don't mind.
I have invited myself.

Not at all. Please.

Ah! I see you have the
invitation to my ball. Good.

Yes. Thank you.

I was going to
reply to you today.

We'd be delighted to attend.

I thought the
renovations are complete,

and Belgravia needs a
little excitement, yes?

Why don't our friends
have more parties?

Yes.

And where is dear Frederick?

He's out.

He usually is at this hour.

Ah, yes?

I hope he's not neglecting you.

- I must speak to him.
- Please don't.

Sorry.

Please don't.

I didn't mean anything by it.

Then I won't.

What is it?

I know, I know. I can be
mischievous sometimes.

That is my way.

But I also know how to
keep quiet when I need to.

I do feel that

there is a distance between
myself and Frederick.

I sometimes feel that he would

rather be anywhere
else than with me.

Dear girl, you are so sweet.

I had hoped you
would have longer

before the realities
of marriage set in.

Men tire of us so
easily. So quickly.

For them, there are
so many temptations.

No, I didn't mean...

Suddenly they are
out all the time.

Business, the club,

making excuses
not to be with us.

Lucky them.

I think... I'm... I'm sure

it is only work that
is absorbing him.

Mm-hmm.

He's extremely busy. In
fact, he told me about

the new adventure that
you're planning together,

the silver mine.

- Ah, yes?
- Mm.

He's tremendously
excited about it.

The import and export
allows for some trade

with the Continent, of
course, but the Americas.

Well, I'm very glad to hear it.

And you, my dear, how
are you filling your time

whilst Frederick is... working?

I hope you have found
your own distractions?

Live your life, beautiful Clara.

Seize the opportunities
you're offered.

It is your life, yes?

Not Frederick's.
Not anyone else's.

I'm so sorry Stephen isn't
here. He's seeing patients.

That's all right.
And I won't keep you

from your work for
long, only I...

I'm not entirely
sure how to say this.

I wondered if you
found your Perdita,

because if you haven't, then...

Ah. As it happens, I
did. Only yesterday.

Oh. I'm too late.

No. Goodness, I'm not going

to pass up the
opportunity to paint you.

You're... Well, you're
what we call a stunner.

It's a word the Brotherhood,
the Pre-Raphaelites use

for a woman who is inspiring.

We must paint you
in another guise.

I can't be recognizable.

It's more the
experience, which I...

Yes, of course.

I can try to
capture your essence

without making it at all
obvious that it's you.

This is excellent. You
need only tell me when.

I'm afraid
this is rather serious.

I have reason to believe that
Nell has been deceiving us.

Um, in what way?

Firstly, in her pretense of
being a working class girl.

I have reason to suspect

that she is, in
fact, well-educated,

and most probably high-born.

Um, I'm not sure that she's...

I also believe that
she's either married

or that she's a fallen woman.

I think it's possible
that she has a child,

which she's concealing from us.

And there's what looks like
baby hair inside her locket.

- Miss Dunn.
- It is a shock, I know.

Please, listen to me.

If Nell herself should ever
have need of my guidance,

I will be there by her side.

If she has had
difficulty in her past,

for which she craves
solace or support,

she need only ask me,
and I will offer it

as I hope you would, too.

Yes. Yeah, I would.

That is the charitable thing,
the... Christian thing.

- Yes, is it not?
- It is.

- I...
- If you'll excuse me.

They've been so swollen lately.

Perhaps it is the heat.

I do not know.

Perhaps you should
consult a doctor, ma'am.

Yes.

And in the winter...

I'm a martyr to the chilblains.

- What's going on?
- Oh, she's been so kind.

She's attending
to my feet, dear.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
Get up please, Nell.

But she hasn't finished.

But get up, off
your knees, please.

- I don't mind, miss.
- No, I do.

Really, Mother, I'm sure
Nell has better things to do

than to deal with
your... extremities.

Oh, but

they're as a
distant shore, dear,

and quite unreachable.

Thank you.

And kindly start the dinner.

Yes, miss.

Thank you.

You must treat her with
more respect, Mother.

- I think I do treat her...
- No, you don't.

That has to change.

- I don't suppose you'd...
- No, I would not.

I would rather
pull my own teeth.

That's not very nice.

Have you had a trying day?

I expect you're missing
your sister, aren't you?

What sister? The one
who's forgotten we exist?

I'm sure you'll see her soon,

and she'll know
exactly what to say.

Ah, I was hoping
I'd see you before I left.

Would you like
some tea, Mr. Ross?

Got to get on, I'm afraid.

Just had His Lordship
barking in my ear again.

Never satisfied.
That's his trouble.

I thought his marriage
was making him happy.

Please. Did your
marriage make you happy?

Less said about that the better.

Soap. Lavender. Your favorite.

Just promise to think of me

next time you're
in your bathtub.

Good day, Mrs. Enright.

I thought you would like to know

- that I saw the Marquise today.
- Really?

I wish you'd told
me she was coming.

I didn't know. She
simply arrived.

- And how was she?
- Very well.

I managed to speak to her
about the silver mine.

Was I not right to?

The silver mine?

I told her that you were
extremely excited about it.

About how you've always wanted

to find more
opportunities abroad.

You shouldn't have done that.

I thought I was helping.

It wasn't long ago that you
were asking for my help,

asking me to speak
on your behalf.

Please. I appreciate
that, but...

Good morning, Nell.

- Oh, sorry...
- Don't worry, Miss.

- Do you need something?
- Actually...

I have a confession to make.

But I want you to know

that I've only acted
as a concern for you,

for your welfare.

I looked inside your locket.

I wish you hadn't.

It was probably wrong of me.

But... the lock of hair

it is from a baby's
head, I think?

Nell?

Do you want me to leave?

No. That's not
what I want at all.

I want to be of
assistance to you.

You can't be.

Oh, good heavens. Oh dear.
Come, come, shh, shh...

I'm sorry I've distressed you.

But I do think I have a
right to an explanation.

Do you have a child?

But I did.

Lily.

Her name was Lily.

What happened to Lily?

She froze

in the night

in my arms

in a doorway.

- It was my fault.
- No.

No, I don't think it
could have been...

I sinned.

I gave her life,

and I failed her.

May I go, please?

Yes, yes. Go and
lay, go and lay down.

I shall bring you some tea.

I won't hear of you leaving us.

No matter what
the circumstances.

These things... happen...

I imagine.

I am truly sorry for you.

It needs to come
off, the corset.

The goddesses didn't subject
themselves to corsets.

Well, can't he use
his imagination?

It's about the
flow of the fabric,

the lines of the body.

Yes, I understand.

- May I come in?
- Of course.

I have to go out. I
thought I'd say goodbye.

What do you think?

Aphrodite, I presume?

Yes.

Well, I hope you enjoy the
experience, Lady Trenchard.

Thank you.

Dr. Ellerby

thank you for the
volume of poems.

My pleasure.

I think he might need
you to keep still.

Oh... Sorry.

Have you modeled
for other artists,

apart from Richard?

Quite a few. It's my living.

I'd like to pay my way.

And I try to save every
penny I can now for her.

I want her to have
chances I didn't have

an education.

Choices.

Her father will be able to
help with that, won't he?

Her father's a
publican in Shoreditch,

drinking his way
through his own stock.

Don't worry.

His Lordship has sent word
that he intends to dine

at his club again this
evening, Your Ladyship,

and that he won't
be back until late.

Really? How nice for him.

Oh!

Sorry, Your Ladyship.

It's all right, Mawd.

Come through for a moment.

We haven't really spoken
since I came here, have we?

How are you?

Well, thank you, Your Ladyship.

And are you enjoying your work?

I mean, do you
find it manageable?

Are you treated kindly?

- Yes, Your Ladyship.
- That's good.

What do you hope
for in life, Mawd?

I don't know, Your Ladyship.

You won't always be a
housemaid, will you?

Would you like to be

housekeeper? Or a lady's maid?

You have to be cleverer
than me for that.

I'm sure you're
quite clever enough.

I'm not, Your Ladyship.

Can you read and write?

Would you like me to
teach you to read?

I mean...

I would like to teach you.

I have the time

and... a few minutes every day.

We could try to keep
it between ourselves.

And Miss Davison perhaps.

Think about it.

I would like that.

I would like that,
Your Ladyship.

Then let's start tomorrow.

What's making you
so happy, Mawdikins?

- Lost a penny, found sixpence?
- Maybe.

Will you be going back
there, Your Ladyship?

To the studio?

Probably.

I like it there.

But it is a different
world, isn't it?

Please say what you want to say.

I'm sorry, Your Ladyship.

Only conventions are
there for a reason.

And we break them at our peril.

Perhaps they're
there to be broken.

Questioned, at least.

Otherwise, how would
we ever progress?

Is this about Dr. Ellerby?

Partly.

Yes.

I hardly saw him today.

But he saw you.

Please stop it.

I'm glad you feel able to
express your thoughts to me,

but really, your concerns
are quite unfounded.

Thank you
for seeing me, Madame,

but it isn't the foundry I
wish to speak to you about.

I believe Lady Trenchard may
have said something to you

last time you met regarding
one of your projects

a silver mine, and
I wanted you to know

that she had misunderstood
something which I said to her.

- I don't want you to...
- Ah, mon ami,

let us put our
cards on the table.

The only reason I have not
approached you about the mine

is because I did not
wish to embarrass you.

I know, better than
anyone, perhaps,

that with the foundry,
you're somewhat extended.

I am by no means at the
limits of my resources.

You have my word
on that, Madame.

I would very much like to
know more about the mine.

I would welcome the opportunity
to work with you again.

I see. I will speak to Nicoli.

We may be too late,
but let's see.

Thank you.

But you must promise
to do something for me.

Promise me you will not
be angry with dear Clara

because of what she said.

What makes you think
I would be angry?

- I hope she hasn't...
- I think it is difficult for you

to have a romantic young woman

landing in the middle of
your life like an explosive.

I have the greatest respect

and affection for
Lady Trenchard.

Frederick, this is your
very British way of saying

that you love her passionately.

I do.

But her behavior... it
sometimes confounds you.

Well, she

is a little more
impulsive than I am.

Young women like Clara,
they thrive on drama.

You must hold the
line, Frederick.

Show her that you
will not be drawn

into her emotional
extravagances,

and that life must be
lived by your rules.

- No...
- She is young.

She will learn that
you were right.

That is my advice, though
you didn't ask for it.

And with the white ribbon.

It's sweet.

I wonder if it isn't
a little girlish?

You're thinking of something
more sophisticated?

Let me see.

Yes,

and in this design, perhaps?

I think the pink is
prettier for a ball gown.

It's Your
Ladyship's decision,

of course.

The Lord and Lady Trenchard.

Goodness me.

Well, that's quite an
affair and no mistake.

They only had a red carpet
rolled down the steps.

I never saw so many carriages.

She looked beautiful,
didn't she? Her Ladyship.

She looked a picture, Mawdie.

Anyone can look a picture with
diamonds around their neck.

You should drop some
hints, Mrs. Enright.

Mm.

His Imperial Majesty
Napoleon III,

Emperor of the French,

and her Imperial
Majesty, Empress Eugenie.

- Good Lord.
- Indeed.

One isn't used to feeling
like the hoi polloi.

Apparently, Disraeli
is expected.

The Marquise... she's
a remarkable woman.

Rumor has it the Emperor is
a fellow investor of ours.

- The silver mine.
- Hmm.

Claims the war and
all the trouble

has left him
penniless, but in fact,

he has a secret hoard,

and he's entrusting
it to madame.

Delicious, isn't it?

Lady Trenchard.

Lord Netherbury.

- Lady Netherbury.
- How splendid you look, my dear.

Thank you and...

You
have surpassed yourself.

- Good evening.
- Surpassed yourself.

That's what I call a gown,
Edith, for future reference.

Now I shall require
at least two dances.

You've brought it on
yourself, you know?

- You look very well, Duchess.
- Thank you. I am.

In fact, I haven't felt
this happy in years.

The Duke and I have
reached an understanding

regarding Peter's care.

- I'm very glad to hear that.
- I am starting to feel hopeful

about the possibility of
him remaining with us.

And how are you, dear Frederick?

Well, thank you.

And Clara? She looks
stunning tonight.

Yes, I'm sure she's
enjoying the attention.

And why should she not?

Well, we have been experiencing
some difficulties of late.

- I did wonder.
- It's frightening.

I wish more than anything

that we could find a
way back to how we were.

Bliss.

The rightness of what
we shared, it was...

And it's slipping away.

Frederick...

I know only too well how
testing marriage can be.

Sometimes it feels like

an endless round of
misunderstandings.

But with affection and
goodwill on both sides,

you will get through it.

I promise.

Thank you. Thank you.

Don't
torture yourself.

They have been friends for
many years, have they not?

Yes. I wasn't thinking...

But then can a man and a
woman ever simply be friends?

Ah! We dance!

I believe the first is mine.

It is.

You're far too late, Trenchard.

Let's show him how
it's done, shall we?

Monsieur.

Avec les compliments de Madame.

Thank you.

What's that?

Business.

Did you enjoy your evening?

Somewhat.

Not as much as you did, perhaps.

What do you mean?

I mean, one must be mindful

of the degree of
attention one solicits.

Men like Netherbury are
quick to take advantage if...

If what?

But one of us, at least,
must observe the proprieties.

Do you know what
this reminds me of?

That artist in Italy...
the sketch he drew of me.

What are you talking about?

Have we really come
no further than this?

If I seek attention,

perhaps it's because I
receive so little from you.

Though you're happy
enough to give

your attention to the Duchess.

Perhaps you understand
now how hurtful it is

to be condemned so quickly,

- so readily.
- Condemned?

Why must you always
leap to such extremes?

I honestly believe I
don't know you at all.

I'm perfectly sure
I don't know you.

You know more about me
than any living soul.

You don't even know yourself.

You don't have the courage
to look into your own heart.

You can't even speak
to your own brother.

We need to
talk about this.

We can't just pretend that
all of this will mend itself.

There's been enough
talking. God knows.

I don't want to live
my life like this,

and I would hope that
you don't either.

I want to live with
trust... and love!

So do I.

Do you have an
investor for me yet?

I'm speaking to
someone, Your Lordship,

but these things take time.

We don't have time,
as you can see.

We must borrow.

Are you sure I can't come
with you, Your Ladyship?

I really think I should.

- Lady Trenchard, hello.
- I'm sorry it's so early.

Oh, don't worry. I've
been up for hours.

Will you come up? We're
about to have some coffee.

No, no, no, no, no...

What's happened?

I'm losing him!

I'm losing him.

What have you done?