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I don't think you understand

the strength of feeling

in the town, ma'am -
against the Blues.

I've got this architect
coming to take a look

at Northgate House.

- Oh, that's still our plan?
- Oh, yes.

Have you had a letter

from your sister, ma'am?

No.

She's sent instruction
for evictions.

The Rawsons have now had

between four and five acres
of your coal.

How could you know
a thing like that?

"The marriage
of Captain Tom Lister

"of Shibden Hall

"to Miss Ann Walker
of Crow Nest."

It's a joke. It's a skit.

I think it's genuine,
the apology.

I think the editor really had
no idea

he was reprinting anything

other than a bona fide
marriage announcement.

Hmm.

Internal enquiries were made
at the newspaper office

about how the item
came to be reprinted.

It was inconclusive,

but the editor apologises
for not being more rigorous

before it went into print
a second time and for the...

...embarrassment it caused.

Oh, I wasn't embarrassed.

But this will satisfy
Miss Walker, at least,

who did not expect
to see it reprinted

in the Halifax Guardian.

Moving on...

Bradley has assessed
Northgate House.

He thinks I need to spend

another £1,000
to turn it into a good inn.

And then Thomas Greenwood's
all for leasing it

at £200 a year,

although Bradley thinks
I should be asking nearer 300.

Would it not be wise,

at the risk
of repeating myself,

to sell it and settle
some of your borrowing?

No! Good Lord, no.
We've had this conversation.

Oh, and I've decided
to accept Mawson's offer

for the tenancy of
the Stump Cross Inn.

Well, he seems to be...

Good. I'll tell him to come
and see you

about signing the lease.

And Mytholm, it looks like
Aquilla Green might take it.

Oh, I thought that Mallinson...

Mallinson is a Yellow.

I spoke to him about it,

and he admitted he would
never dare give a Blue vote,

so that's that. I told him,

until he could,
we couldn't agree.

You do need to be careful.

Oh, yes,
electoral intimidation.

Yes, I suppose they'll have me

up before the select committee
before long,

and believe you me,
I would go, and with pleasure.

- Yes, it's...
- The Yellows

are the authors
of this repugnant practice

of exclusive dealing,
Mr Parker, not me,

for all Mr William Briggs's
efforts to disclaim it

in the Guardian.

And well may he do so,
for the Yellows are the losers.

I had to be really quite sharp
with Mr Nicholson

the other day,

due to the want of civility
shown Miss Walker

by one of his young men.

We may shop there again

because we pride ourselves
in rising above such nonsense,

but others won't,

not if they're addressed
so impertinently.

And then, where would
Mr Nicholson be? Hmm?

- Out of business.
- I agree.

In a trading town like Halifax,
we all depend on...

And what was that idiotic
marriage announcement

if not some feeble attempt
to intimidate, to humiliate me?

Some cowardly effort
to point a finger

because they don't like
my opinions,

or the cut of my jib,
or any of it.

Yes, that's...

How dare anyone
speak to me about intimidation?

How are you getting on?

We've had some very bad news.

Is that Anne?

Mr Sunderland's dead.

We've just had a note
from Dr Kenny.

He was with him all last night,
him and Dr Jubb,

and then he died,

just gone midnight,
just like that.

Well, what was the matter
with him?

Gout of the stomach,

apparently. Although...

- Aunt...
- Oh...

Apparently,
he was knocked down

in Halifax in some skirmish.

And this was after the election
result was declared.

He must've got caught up
in the throng

and banged his head and...

They think he was trampled on.

- No.
- Where will it end,

- all this nastiness?
- You're perfectly safe, Aunt.

Yes, I am. But what about you?
You're never in.

Well, I'm never very far away,

and I have a lot of business
on hand, so...

Poor, poor Mr Sunderland.

Dr Kenny's offered to visit

- Aunt Anne if she...
- No!

No. No, no, no.

No, we'll send for Dr Jubb
when we need someone.

Dr Kenny's offering...
Anne?

Is that her?

Oh, yes.
Father wants to see you.

I'd rather see Dr Jubb.

I don't know what's the matter
with Dr Kenny.

He's perfectly...

Yes, Father.

Where have you been?

Nowhere. Well, Halifax.

Now I'm going to the pit
to see Hinscliffe.

This arrived. Shut that door!

This came.

I opened it.

I assumed it was for me,
Captain Lister.

But clearly not.

Some wit, some wag begging
to congratulate the parties

on their happy connection.

- Who's seen this?
- Nobody.

Has Miss Walker seen this?

- No!
- Has Aunt Anne seen this?

No. Just me.

It'll be the Briggses.
Ten to one, it's the Briggses.

You know,
if you didn't draw attention

to how odd you are,

they wouldn't do these things.

You'd better get up
and get dressed

and get some fresh air.

You won't recover
lying in bed all day.

I'm amazed you've been at it
this long and not got it sunk.

Well, we've been unlucky.
It collapsed at one point.

And then we had to put
everything on hold

to build the drift. Oh,
and there was another pantomime

finding a horse
fit to turn the gin.

That was Holt.

But we're at 90 yards now.

And they're confident
they can reach the lower bed

by June, July, August.

But, yes, this is why

a second opinion
wouldn't go amiss.

I can't afford any more delays.
I need good advice.

I do like Holt, but...

What's the plan,
once it's sunk?

Where will you sell it?
Up here or down in Halifax?

Both. Pickels is building
a new road along the top

to join the Old Bank

just below Whiskham,

then I can cart it down
into Halifax, sell it there

for a shilling more
than I can at the pit mouth.

But...

...getting and selling coal
is just one part of the scheme.

Mm-hm.

The other would be...

...to be in a position

where I could throw water
on Rawson's pit.

Not just to stop the trespass,
but to prove it.

And soon.

Well, like I said,

we might have fallen out
over that business

up at Willy Hill pit,

but when it comes to dealing
with the Rawsons,

I'll be a friend to anyone
who'll be a friend to me.

Thank you.

Did you know
I've bought Staups?

So, you've got Spiggs colliery?

There's a little complication
that needs dealing with,

but, yes, strategically, potentially,

it gives me more options

and a lot more control
over the coal

across the whole of my estate.

Oh, I can see that.

If it's handled well.

I don't know
that I can rely on Holt

to come up with a good
solid, coordinated plan

and see it through

without me having to manage
the thing myself.

But if you helped me...

I've been thinking,
for a while,

about opening a new pit

further down this way.

Sounds like you've got a plan.

Why would you need me?

Because I don't know enough.

I learn more and more
every day,

and the more I learn,

the more I realise
how much can go wrong

and how much I don't know,

and what a slippery business
it all is.

See, this is why
I don't dislike Holt.

For all of his faults, I...

...I do believe
he's as straight as a die.

Whereas you, Hinscliffe,

I'm not really sure

I could trust you
any further than I could spit.

Not that I ever would.

You can think what you like
about me, Miss Lister,

but the bottom line is,

I'm hoping
if I do you a favour,

happen next time
I need one back,

you'd be more inclined
to oblige me

than you were last time.

What's this
little complication

that needs dealing with?

William Keighley and John Oates
and Jack Green believe

they have some kind of claim

to the loose coal
underneath Spiggs land,

which, to be clear,
I already owned,

but which they can only access
via my newly acquired colliery.

But there's nothing about it
in my uncle's records,

which there would be

if he'd have come to
an arrangement with them

about the loose.

So, I'm wondering
about flooding Spiggs,

which I can do
because I own it,

and stopping them
taking the loose.

Except, then, the worry is
I might flood Walker pit

at the same time,

before I've bottomed it
and got to the trespass.

You wouldn't.

Really?

If you flooded Spiggs,
it wouldn't touch Walker pit.

Oh?

Now, will you tell Holt

you're getting rid of him,
or shall I?

Holt.

I-I won't come in.

So, I need to talk to you about...

How are you, ma'am?

Very well. So, the thing is...

Thank you. The thing is...
What it is...

I was going to pop over
and see you today

about Mr Walker Priestley's
coal and Mrs Machin's coal.

What about them?

Well, he will sell his coal
at £160 an acre.

Both beds, hard and soft,
upper and lower.

I've offered him 140.

He's asked for ten days
to think about it,

but between you and me,

I'd go up to 160
rather than miss the deal,

because he'll be tempted to go
to Rawson otherwise.

And we don't want that, do we?

Not down there!

Same with t'Machins'.

Now, they've promised me
first refusal.

And it's more complicated again
with them, like.

- You know she drinks.
- Who does?

- She does. Mrs Machin.
- No, I didn't know that.

How...how would I know that?

Thing is,

the land was left half to her

and half to her children,
and they don't all get on.

Well, there's one daughter
in York Castle for debt.

So, they all have to agree who
they sell the coal rights to,

and they can hardly agree
which way is up,

never mind who they might sell
their coal to.

Now, I'm well in with 'em...

Well enough.
As well as anybody.

...and they'd sell it to me
rather than him,

Rawson, by choice -

me buying on your behalf,
of course -

not that they need know that.

But if he offers 'em a premium,

one of 'em might get it into
their heads to go with him.

And you can't let that happen.

Not down there.

Otherwise, Rawson's got

another back door
straight onto your beds.

Do you see that?

Mm.

If I was to flood
Spiggs colliery

to stop access
to the loose coal,

there's no danger

that I could accidentally flood
Walker pit

- at the same time, is there?
- Oh, yes.

Well, it's highly probable
you wou...

Who's told you different?

I don't know who to believe.

I was going to let Holt go,
but I...I need him.

I just need to manage them all better.

I told Holt
that he must take care

of Mr Walker Priestley's coal
for me, and the Machins',

and then I explained that
I'd instructed Hinscliffe

to work up a plan to look after
Walker pit for me.

How did he take that?

Badly, but...

...I need to glean
what I can from them all,

and then...

...make my own judgments.

Mm.

They say that Holt drinks, but...

...I've never smelt it on him.

Well, he's getting on a bit,
isn't he?

Perhaps he's just forgetting.

I'm sorry if I upset you...

...this morning.

I've always tried to do my best
for you,

one way and another.

It's just I...

I haven't always known how.

And I'm sorry if I said
the wrong thing.

Are you sure about
this Northgate business?

Turning it into a hotel?

It'll cost money,

and...what if it fails?

You don't want to get yourself
laughed at.

Goodnight.

Adny?

Stop leaning on me.

What's the matter? Hmm?

My little Adny.

You need to brush your teeth.

I read your letter.

To Lady Harriet in Copenhagen.

Was there something
the matter with it?

Was it not elegantly expressed?
Hmm?

Adny, I thought you'd like it.

I thought
you'd be charmed by it.

Was it the bit about you?

Adny? I did ask
if I might mention you,

and you were delighted.

Did I...

Did I misread that?

Adny,
I've had a long day.

I've been dealing with men
all day.

Tiresome, inarticulate men.

Read it.

Aloud. The bit about me.

Ah.

"You used to wonder
who would be my companion.

"I think I have provided one
you will like.

"She is little and amiable with
a great deal of common sense

"and good feeling.

"She is now with me here,
at Shibden,

"and I have never before been
so comfortable at home."

What's not to like?

It's in brackets.
You've put me in brackets!

It's a clause, an aside,
in a bigger paragraph

about when she and I hope...

...when we all will next meet.

Yes, I'm a clause,
I'm an aside.

Nonsense.
It's an elegant interjection.

I've been canvassed over.

No, you've been
elegantly introduced.

As an afterthought.

I'm sorry if you think
that's how it reads.

"I'm sorry if you think"?

Oh, I hate that.
That's what men say.

"I'm sorry if you're so stupid
that you've misunderstood."

I never said anything
about stupid, nor would I.

- It's an ugly word.
- It's implicit.

Well, then, I shall go
and re-write my letter.

No.

You needn't do that.

I wouldn't wish to put you
to the trouble.

You could merely delete
any reference to me.

That would answer.

Useful to know where I am...

...in the pecking order.

That's just...

My bowels are all wrong again.

Adny?

Can I come in?

It's your house.

Don't say that.

I'm sorry if I...hurt you.

It's the last thing I'd...

It's just...

...striking the right note
in a letter like that.

People are laughing at us.

No... No, they're not.

Lady Harriet would never be
so cruel or vulgar...

In Halifax, they are.

That idiotic
marriage announcement,

reprinted twice,

and then that humiliating
business at Nicholson's.

Oh, I think
if anyone's humiliated

at Nicholson's, it's not us,

it's Nicholson's silly lads.

I shan't go back there.
I know you want us to...

No, we must.

We must make a point

of going in there
again and again.

We must be consistently clear
that we have nothing to hide,

nothing to be ashamed of.

I'm not strong like you.

I dwell on things.

Do you remember at Crow Nest

when Mrs Priestley
walked in on us,

and you laughed?

I was mortified, and you...

...you laughed.

I think, in that moment,
I saw for the first time

the real you...

...who's as brave as anyone.

You're stronger than you think.

What I'm wondering,
Miss Lister,

is if we've been thinking
too small.

I had expected ground plans
and elevations, Mr Bradley,

based on our last conversation,
not more sketches.

Oh, they're all under way.

But you've got all this land.

And I know that you want
your inn,

casino,
whatever you want to call it,

up and running
by March next year,

but within that same
timescale - frame -

this all depends on
how ambitious you want to be.

Oh, I don't think anyone
can accuse me

of lacking ambition,
Mr Bradley.

So... Exactly.

So, what if -

and this is something you could
easily accommodate

in the available space -
it all depends upon

how much capital
you've got to play with -

but what if we were to build
new premises here too?

For, say, a bank?

And a newsroom?

And instead
of four or five houses,

you've enough land here
for 28 brand-new houses.

This entire area could become

a whole new commercial enclave
within the town,

and think of the income that
that could generate in rent.

Hmm.

You're going to need
a licence for this, er, inn,

casino, whatever
we're calling it this week.

And, if you're serious,
I'd apply for it now.

There's no point in throwing
money at the thing,

then finding that the
magistrates won't license it.

Well, why wouldn't they?

Well, it's just
with Christopher Rawson

being the chief magistrate...

Well, he'd have no reason.

Such an establishment could
only be an asset to the town.

Yes, but we both know
what he's like.

Leave it with me.

Mr Bradley thinks

I'd need to spend
another £4,000

on this new scheme.

Miss Lister...

Oh, I've been meaning to ask.

If I were a man,

for which I have 1,001 reasons

to thank heaven and Providence
that I'm not,

would you even think
to question

the amount of money
I'm borrowing?

All right?

Mr Booth.

Dr Jubb.

- Have you heard the news, sir?
- Which, sir?

Parliament, sir. Dissolved.

Oh, yeah. We all know about it.
Miss Lister's...

So, we must endure
an indifferent Melbourne

once again,
when we might have had

the intellect and integrity
of a Peel.

And you'll have heard
the latest in Halifax.

If Charles Wood
is offered high office

in the new Whig administration,

which they seem to think
he will be,

it'll trigger a by-election.

Another election? Oh...

And people are saying
Mr Rawson himself

- will stand this time.
- Mr Rawson?

- Mr Christopher Rawson?
- So vexed was he

by the attack on his property
a few short weeks ago.

Is that a good idea?

Would not Mr Henry Edwards

be a better choice of candidate
for Halifax?

Mr Henry Edwards?

I doubt he has either the money
or the stomach for it.

I think Mr Henry Edwards
might surprise us all,

given the chance. Hmm, Aunt?

Would you not support
Mr Rawson, Miss Lister,

with your great influence?

Yes.

Without doubt,
without question.

If he was
the chosen Tory candidate

and I had influence
over 1,000 votes,

then he should have
every one of them.

I just question
whether a man who has...

...offended members of some of
the oldest families in Halifax

is best placed to unite
the Tory vote in a way

that's necessary
in such difficult times.

Has he? Has he?

- Whereas Mr Henry Edwards...
- Mm. Well, Mr Rawson is...

He can be, erm...

...abrasive.

Is Miss Lister...?

There's a Mr William Keighley
downstairs, ma'am.

He says Mr Hinscliffe
sent him to...

Something about Staups...
Spiggs colliery.

Perhaps, Dr Jubb,
when you do your rounds,

you could intimate
to anyone who's concerned

that others,
such as Mr Henry Edwards,

might be better placed
to lead the way

and unite the Blue vote.

No need to say from whence
the thought sprang.

My aunt and I would hate
to be thought of

as intermeddlers
in anything political.

Mr Keighley.

Miss Lister.

Come through.

So, it's a record of
all the expenses I've had

driving the drift
through Well Royd Holmes.

Total's £507
16 shillings and fivepence,

which you'll appreciate
I'd not have spent

had I not had this agreement
with your uncle

over the Spiggs coal
in the first place.

Now, if you look in the back...

...you'll see
there's a memorandum.

£100. Paid by me,
to your Uncle James,

to get all the coal
in Spiggs land.

But the fact is,
there's no record

to corroborate any of this
in my uncle's accounts.

Well, I know nowt about that.

I just know I've spent
a lot of money in good faith.

Why is this memorandum
at the back

and not
in the correct chronology

with the earlier parts
of the accounts?

It... It's j...
It's just the way I did it.

I know it wouldn't stand up
in a court of law,

but, you know,

let's hope it doesn't
go that far.

It's just the only record
I've got of what we agreed.

The problem,
from my point of view,

and I only ever wish
to do that which is fair,

I've just bought Staups
for a significant sum,

and I need some return
on my investment.

If you try and get Spiggs coal,

I will flood the pit
to prevent access

and try the matter at York.

I'm sorry, but there it is.

Not only did my uncle make
no record of it,

but he never mentioned anything
of the matter to me

at the time,
and nothing of this arose

in the last however many months
it's taken

to complete the purchase
of Staups,

with the searches
and so forth, so...

You do know,
if you flood Spiggs,

you'll flood your little pit
up here.

Not necessarily.

Almost certainly you would.

There seems to be some
difference of opinion on that.

Who's told you otherwise?

Hinscliffe?

Well, he would say that.

He would say the opposite and
then happily watch it flood.

And do you know why?

Because he's had
more of your coal

than the Rawsons have.

Morning, ma'am.

Has Mr Hinscliffe been up
to see you today?

He popped up this morning.

I suppose you and your brothers
think I'm foolish

to trust him above Holt?

Who's to say?

I don't necessarily
trust him.

I'm just using him to get
some information from him.

If I was to stop the loose
at Spiggs,

how would it affect this pit,

in your opinion?

Would it flood it,
or would it not flood it?

Well, our Robert would have
an opinion.

He'd certainly know
about Spiggs.

He's worked all the mines
round here.

Where is Robert?

- He's...digging.
- Ah.

Is it right, then,
what Mr Hinscliffe said?

You're thinking of sinking
another pit

further down, nearer the Hall?

Only I hope you'd consider us,
ma'am,

to sink it, if you did.

For the right price.

What's the plan, then?

The plan...

...would be to sink
this other pit somewhere,

50 or 60 yards
Shibden Hall side

of Walker pit,
and drive two drifts up to it

from such a place
in the lower land

as I could build a waterwheel
to power a pit engine.

Speak to Robert.

Tell him to come and see me

if he thinks he can be useful,
hmm?

Anne!

Ah. There you are.

I've found something
in my family papers.

Well, two things, actually.
One I half-knew,

but I'd half-forgotten,
and the other, I had no idea.

- What?
- Well,

it would appear that, erm...

- What?
- Well, erm,

that in 1831, my sister, legally,

through lease and re-lease
and some sort of deed of sale,

conveyed all of her property
onto Captain Sutherland.

All of it. Everything.
All her share of the estate.

And that's contrary,
directly contrary,

to a provision set out by
my father in his will,

which protects us both
from having to submit

our fortunes to any husbands.

Does it?

I mean, why would she do that?

Why would she give up
that protection?

And why would she not tell me
that's what she was doing?

So...
Hang on, so, your father...

So, my father made provision
in his will,

in the event
of my brother's death,

for me and Elizabeth
to jointly inherit everything.

But he also made
what I was always given

to believe
was an unshakeable clause,

contrary to the normal way
of doing things,

that stated that,
should we ever get married,

we must, and would,
retain ownership

in our own share of the estate, but...

That was interesting of him
to do that.

- Yes, but in 1831...
- He never mentioned this

when Ainsworth
was sniffing about.

Yes. No. Exactly.

He did it to deter
fortune-hunters like him.

But then, in 1831,

three years
after they were married,

she submitted everything
to him, to Captain Sutherland.

And, Anne, I...

I can't believe she would have
done that willingly.

He must've bullied and cajoled

and coerced her
into signing away her half

of the family's...everything,

knowing that it's contrary
to what my father intended.

Anne, she'd never hurt me.

There are few things
in this world

I have the confidence
to state so boldly,

but one thing I know for sure

is that Elizabeth would never
willingly cheat me

out of what's ours,
but she has, because of him.

Cheated you how?

Some of it's property
that, on her death,

would have reverted
to the estate, to me.

They don't know that I might
not still have children.

He's found a legal loophole
to make a mockery of it all

and to...well, to steal it.

What was the other thing?

So, John, my John,
always used to complain

that Mr Priestley
and his brother John

had worked their way
into my uncle's affections

till he ended up leaving them
things in his will

that should've remained
entailed to my father.

I never thought of it
as my business,

but here it is,
in black and white.

They have had three properties
from us.

Substantial properties.

Blackcastle, which is

an allotment
to High Sunderland,

Hall End in Halifax.
And Longley Farm

over in Norland.

My uncle had no right
to give them away,

and it galls me even more

since the Priestleys have been
so objectionable to us.

Parker drew this up.

But who did the legal work
on this other business

with Captain
and Mrs Sutherland?

Erm...

Parker and Adam.
I've never liked Parker.

I don't know why you put
so much faith in him.

Maybe it's not irreversible.

Let's go and consult Mr Gray
in York on both matters.

Do you think my family
have any clue

about what
Captain Sutherland's done?

Of course we knew. We all knew.

All but me!

Oh, well, you weren't well.
We kept it from you.

All your cousins and uncles
and aunts knew.

And it's precisely

because of it that we've been
so zealous in trying to protect

you and your fortune.

But, no,
Elizabeth wouldn't have...

Elizabeth did it
without scruple!

I don't believe for a second...

He ran rings around her.

She'd have done
anything he asked.

Sense was out of the window.

She might well regret it now,
now it's too late.

And that weak,
odious Robert Parker...

He was meant to be acting
for the family,

but, no, no...

No, Sutherland ran rings
round him too.

I'm half-minded
to change my will.

I thought you already had.

No. When? No.

You made Miss Lister
your executor

instead of your cousin,
Mr Priestley, last year.

Who told you that?

She did.

Last spring.

When you went missing,

when you absented yourself
in York.

She used to come over here,
laying the law down...

I made her my executor, yes,

but the contents
remain unchanged.

I certainly wouldn't change it
without telling you,

even if others have behaved
as they have.

What? What's the matter?

I...

Oh.

Aunt?

I, erm...

Well, I had imagined,

with all this talk of a formal
division of the estate,

that you had already changed
the will itself.

How? No.

In Miss Lister's favour.

Well, that's...

...a possibility.

And, yes,
if I never have children,

and if Miss Lister and I
were to continue

as such kind companions, well,

yes, I hope we would think
to make some provision

for one another,

but as things stand,

no, it still all goes
to Elizabeth

and then to Sackville.

Well...

...I changed mine

when you moved
into Shibden Hall.

I removed you from it -
in Elizabeth's favour.

There was a letter for you
this morning.

In the postbag.

From Washington.

Where is it?

Oh, do you want to see it?

I don't know.
Is it interesting?

The distresses you requested
have all been carried out.

I didn't request anything.

A Mrs Greaves went
to Shibden Hall begging

not to be evicted,
but, apparently,

your sister
wouldn't hear of it.

She was determined
to carry out the, er...

...your...our...

...request to the very letter.

What a cruel time of year
to evict people.

Well, yes, I agree.

But if she wants
a division of the estate,

things must be put in order.

Washington tells me

he's submitted a proposal
to her - to Ann -

for what he believes
to be a fair division

of the various lots
of the estate,

based partly on contiguity

and partly on value.

So we shall see
what she sends us

when she's gone through it.

Although, I'm tempted...

- Oh, I don't know.
- What?

I still don't know why
there's this great urgency

for the thing.

There's something
in her last few letters.

This...

...litigious tone.

She's suddenly become
so confident,

so well informed.

I'm wondering whether
you shouldn't write to her

and say that,
whilst in principle

we...you're happy
with the division,

you think it might be better
to wait

until we can visit them.

When the weather's
better for travelling.

That would be...

Yes, I'd like that.

Good. Good!

I think, before we sign off
on the thing,

we should satisfy ourselves

there's nothing nefarious
going on with your family.

Although, as I say,

I always imagined
Miss Lister would protect her

- from any nonsense.
- Mm.

Yes, curious woman...

...Miss Lister.

Well, I'm delighted

Miss Walker's gone
to see her aunt.

Not that I dislike her,
not for a moment.

I'm thrilled for her.

I'm just jealous that she has
you to gaze at all day.

When I'm in.

This is the second time
in three months.

What are you after?

Only to gaze upon you.

I was telling you about
my planned developments

- at Northgate House.
- Oh, yes.

Your Uncle Joseph
would be livid!

Yes.

Yes,
but the world moves forward,

and sometimes
we have to move with it.

And don't you agree,
Mrs Rawson,

that this whole enterprise
could be a huge boon

- for the town?
- Oh, yes, yes.

Well, the town gets bigger
by the week.

Precisely.

And this could create
a whole new enclave.

And I'm not such a noodle

as to refuse what would pay
such good returns.

A whole new quarter.

As long as no-one
were to obstruct me

in getting a licence
for my casino. Inn.

- Hotel.
- Oh,

is that what you're after?

My influence.

Well, I would hope
I wouldn't need it.

As I say, I would hope
that such a venture

would be eloquent
of its own merits.

But, certainly,
one word from you

in the right ear,

would be worth 1,000
from anybody else...

Mr Rawson...

...Mrs Rawson.

Mother!

- Oh, hello.
- Mr Rawson.

Christopher, is it true

what Miss Lister tells me,
that you're standing

- for Parliament?
- Oh, you've heard!

Is it wise?

Yes, I've put my name forward
and expect to be adopted

at the next committee meeting.

You have too many trades.

- Who said that?
- Me. I said it.

No point in looking
at Miss Lister.

And it's what your father
used to say too.

What a shame

you can't stand for Parliament,
Miss Lister.

With your superior intellect

and your powers of diplomacy
and persuasion,

you would've stood
head and shoulders

above anyone else!

Good Lord, look at the time.

She should be running
the country.

Yes, what a shame.

Oh, she's not leaving.

I was very sorry,

Mr Rawson, to hear about
the mindless vandalism

- at Hope Hall.
- Yes, well...

And to assure you,
as I told Dr Jubb,

that, if you are to be
Tory candidate for the town

and I had influence
over 1,000 votes,

you would have every one
of them.

Au revoir.

À bientôt.

Mr Rawson.

Miss Lister.

Ohh...

That colour's never suited you.

Dearest Freddy...

It is something new
to feel that I write

for two sets of eyes
instead of one.

Now that my mind
is more at ease,

I hope
to get into better health.

Either you or the medicines
have done me good.

And as you have often said,

knowing the worst
is often the best means

of reconciling ourselves to it.

Come what may,

however at variance
with my wishes,

there is one subject left

in which
I will never disappoint you.

I will always...

I once wronged my own heart
to please my family,

but this was not doing right,

and dearly I have paid for it.

But the scale is now turned.

My thoughts are now set upon
deserving your good opinion

to the last,

and I will not put it
in your power to find fault

with me again.

Hmm.

Where's Miss Walker?

Hmm?

Oh, she's not well.

Again?

It's this nonsense
with her aunt.

Every time she goes over there,
she says something cruel

and unnecessary.

It always knocks her for six.

Oh, I'm sorry.

When you speak
of your "little friend",

write her name in full.

I dislike the initial.

Indulge my fancy
and let the name you write

be the one you call her by.

And tell me, Freddy...

Is that
Mrs Lawton's handwriting?

It is, yes.

- Tell me, Freddy...
- Has she got anything fresh?

Well, let's see, shall we?

Tell me, Freddy,
do you see the York papers?

And do you know

anything of a paragraph
that appeared in one

respecting yourself
and Miss Walker?

I long to know what it was.

Tell me if you've heard...

If you'll excuse me,

I'm going to take Miss Walker
her letters and some tea.

Oh, Anne...

Mr Abbott's due this evening.

As usual. Just to remind you.

Just so you know to...

...stay out of the way.

She wants to defer the division
of the estate again

"until we can travel
more comfortably".

This is him.

He'll put it off and put it off
until it doesn't happen.

Who's this one from?

Perhaps we should instruct
Mr Gray to write to him

rather than her in future,

stop the pretence that it's her
who's being difficult, hmm?

Ann?

Ann?

What is it?

"Dear Miss Walker.

"I fear this may not reach you,

"but if it does, I urge you,
under no circumstances,

"to show it to Miss Lister."

Bad luck.

"However much you may believe
this woman to be your friend,

"I tell you plainly
she is not."

Do you recognise the hand?

No.

"Are you really unaware
of the unspeakable reputation

"this woman has?

"I see that she has already
cut you off from your family

"and friends, and though
you may not understand it,

"please believe me
when I tell you

"that you are
in the gravest danger."

Ooh-là-là!

"She will beguile you,
and before you know it,

"she will have tricked you
out of all you have -

"your reputation,

"your wealth,
your peace of mind.

"Ask her to tell you
about Eliza Raine.

"I urge you to get away
from her

"and Shibden Hall
as quickly as you can.

"Be assured that you will hear
from me again soon,

"and that I will not be at ease

"until I know that you are
in a place of greater safety.

"I am, madam, a well-wisher."

Anne?

Things like this.

All my life.

Who's Eliza Raine?

I'll tell you about...

...Eliza Raine.

Is she another Mrs Lawton?
Or another Tib?

We were at school together.
In York. 13-year-olds.

And then...

...when she was older...

...she had problems,
properly, not like...

She's been in an asylum
in York

for the last 20-odd years.

And I visit her,

occasionally,
for old times' sake,

but she's violent and she...

She spits and swears
and she's attacked me

more than once, and others.

She could never live
independently, the way she is.

So, the person who sent this
knows about her?

Eliza used to come
and stay with us in Halifax...

...over the summer.

Her parents were in India,
so she couldn't go home.

So it could be anyone in
Halifax that remembers her.

She's...

She was very striking
to look at. She's half Indian.

Were you in love with her?

I loved her, yes.

In love.

This has been sent
to cause division and upset.

Will you let it?

Was she in love with you?

We were very young!

And the tawdry implication here

is that she ended up
the way she did because of me.

It's just...it's just nonsense.

I did everything I could
to help her.

Burn it.

Please get up
and get dressed,

for my sake,

for your own sake.

We can't give in
to these people.

We must be better than them.

That'll be the men
about the pit. I...

I've got to go.

Robert agrees with Mr Holt,
ma'am.

He thinks
you should bottom Walker pit

before you flood Spiggs.

And as regards another pit
50, 60 yards this way,

I'd say it were
a very good thing, ma'am,

if you're willing
to spend the money.

Here. You dropped your...

Because then you could loose
a whole sweep of coal

lying on the Shibden Hall side

o' Pump,
and upwards in a line parallel

to the present
old waterhead hold

under Conery houses.

Where would you sink
this new pit?

Well, if you're putting
the waterwheel

down at Tillyholme stile,

I'd say here, at Pump,
where you suggested.

And then if we drove

two heads up
from Tillyholme stile,

- that's the idea?
- Yeah.

Which we could do easily enough

if we made a vent hole
in the corner of Dolt.

Then this pit at Pump,
you'd have it working

just as soon
as it were bottomed,

and it'd serve as a vent
to Walker pit.

This way, all the coal
above the Wakefield Road

and between the two pits

could be pulled at Walker pit,

and all the coal below
Wakefield Road

could be pulled
at this new pit at Pump.

And then you'd be left
with a good barrier of coal

all along this side up here.

So in fact you could stop
Spiggs colliery

any time you liked
after this second one's sunk,

and let all that face of coal
stand covered in water,

ready to throw it
on Mr Rawson's works

any time you wanted, which,
if he hadn't have trespassed,

you would never have
been able to do, so...

It'd be a way of proving
his trespass too.

And anyone else's.

How long do they say
it'll take to construct it?

To dig the drifts and sink
the pit - eight months.

As to the dam...

You'd have to give Carr notice
to quit the Well Royd land

if you're going to turn it
into a dam.

His tenancy's up
in eight months, so...

I've calculated that,
for the volume of water needed

to turn
an 18ft-diameter waterwheel,

the dam needs to be four
feet deep across two acres,

so with that
and the dam goit,

we could be up and running
in 12 months.

Do you know anyone
with a theodolite?

Mr Priestley.

Miss Lister.

Were you at the Hall?

Yes, I...

Yes, I went to see your father.

And your sister.

And my cousin,
but she wasn't in.

No, she's in Huddersfield,
visiting her cousin Catherine.

Yes.

- So you've missed her.
- Yes.

Well, then, you've missed her
and you've caught me.

That probably wasn't the plan
at all, hmm?

Plan?

I was hoping she might like
to make a subscription

to the clergyman's
widow's fund.

It's not beyond
the realms of possibility.

Well, then.

You'll have to try again
another time.

Miss Lister.

Mr Priestley.

My dear Mary.

I can't at the moment
turn to the item

from the newspaper
that you refer to,

and so I must send it
another time,

but the announcement was,
in substance,

"The marriage
of Captain Tom Lister

"of Shibden Hall

"and Miss Ann Walker,
late of Crow Nest."

On discovery of the hoax,

a handsome volunteer apology
was sent

by the editor
of one of the papers,

and here the matter ended,

for nobody was annoyed

and nobody cared about it.

- Ma'am?
- Yes, thank you.

Thank you, Rachel.

Thank you, Hemingway.

We should start packing
for tomorrow.

I ordered the horses for nine.

We should be in York by one.

I'm not sure about
this Mr Bradley.

I'm not convinced his intellect
matches his ambition.

Shall I do the duty?

I didn't tell you this because...

I don't know.

When you went to see Catherine
the other day,

and Mr Priestley called,

he was flustered and,

I don't know,

I wondered whether it was him
who wrote that letter -

or her, or both of them -

and he was calling
to see what effect it'd had.

I don't care who sent it.

It's irrelevant.

I don't think we should
mention it again.

I told Catherine
about what Elizabeth had done.

Did she know?

No. I think she'd have told me
if she did.

We will sort this out.

It just saddens me.

What does?

Thinking about what
it's all for.

And...

...without children...

...I'm not sure
what it is all for.

And is it not...

Not?

...God's purpose that we...

...people...have children?

I just regret that
it will all go to them,

ultimately, to Sackville.

I never did
before...before this, but...

...it's just made me
dwell on it all,

and I suppose
I had always imagined that...

...one day...

...I would have...

...children of my own,
that's all.

You once told me you felt
a kind of repugnance...

...to forming any sort
of connection

with the opposite sex.

It's not the same thing.

Isn't it?

You mean,
you'd imagined children,

but not marriage...

...to a man?

I don't know. Yes.

Somehow, I...

...had imagined being...

...a mother,

but not being, you know,
with a man.

So you haven't given up
all thought

of ever having children?

It's not... It doesn't signify,
does it? I'm with you.

It does signify.

Because I need to have
the confidence

that this thing between us
is truly settled,

and I'm not just keeping
you warm

until some man comes along.

It's much the same
as I told Marian

over Mr Abbott -
you'll not find me

any obstacle to something
you have very much at heart.

Don't say that.

Because I can be as a meteor
in your life,

if that's what you'd like,
a meteor that burns

more brightly than anything
you could ever imagine,

and then is gone.

For ever!

Things like this.

All my life!

I pretend it gets easier,
but it doesn't.

- Anne...
- We do things for us.

That's who it's for.

So that we can have a life
together. We matter.

Having children
isn't the only reason

to strive and do well

and better oneself
and be happy.

I'm sorry.

It is, I've said it before,

a great sadness that
we can never have children.

But if you're not certain

it isn't something you'll want
in the future, then...

...I need to know
about that now.

Because it's something
that I can never give you.

Just as we can never have

a piece of paper that says
we have any kind of legal union

to bind us,

neither can we have the bond
a child would give us.

So we have to be certain...

You're frightening me.

- I'm frightening you?
- I'm sorry.

You have to be certain...

...before we set off for York,

before we think any further
about changing our wills,

that this, here, with me,
is what you want.

I want to be with you
more than anything

in the whole world.
You know that!

Nevertheless...

...it is a great sacrifice,

and if you're not sure
it's one you can make,

well, then...

I'm going to start packing
for York.