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I didn't know
you had dealings

- with Captain Sutherland.
- Oh, yes.

Curious woman, Miss Lister.

Miss Walker has requested
a division of the estate.

But he seems determined
to frustrate the process.

Why do people think
they can ignore me?

It's as if I'm invisible.

The Priestleys have been
so objectionable to us.

But then here it is
in black and white -

they have had three properties
from us.

You have to be certain,
before we think any further

about changing our wills,
that this,

here, with me,
is what you want.

- He's here. It's him.
- Right.

- Don't.
- What?

Say anything.

What do you mean,
don't say anything?

Why have we asked him here
if...?

Don't say anything aggressive.

I wasn't going to say
anything aggressive.

- I was going...
- We...

...are dignified people.
Even in the face of...

Especially in the face
of adversity.

We are good Christian folk,

and that one simple fact
must guide our every action,

and our every response
to the actions of others.

I know that. I do know that,
Eliza. But I don't think

we need to mince words.

Mr Washington, ma'am.

- Sir.
- Mr Priestley.

- Mrs Priestley.
- Thank you for coming.

Oh! No trouble, ma'am - only
over the road at Crow Nest.

Washington.

I sent my note to you
in your capacity

as Miss Walker's land steward,

and in view of the fact
that when I wrote to her,

the servant came back saying
she was in York until Monday.

That's right, ma'am.
With Miss Lister.

And so we wondered if you could
throw any light on this for us.

Sent, I assume,
before she left.

We are advised to vacate
the school premises.

Both my day school,

of which Mr Priestley is
a trustee, hence his presence,

and the Sunday school
run by Mrs Batty,

who is being requested
to vacate her cottage.

- Her home.
- Ah...

Well, yes, I'm afraid it...

It does go with the job, yes.

Two of your little girls
attend my day school.

Suzannah
is an assistant teacher!

And you knew about this?

There are other rooms in the
village, ma'am, that would

accommodate the day school
more than adequately.

Yes, there are,
and we will make use of them.

Why, though, Mr Washington?
Why?

I don't entirely know, ma'am.

What do you know, Washington?

Well...

Mrs Sutherland and Miss Walker
are dividing the estate in two.

And there have been a number
of distresses and evictions

in anticipation
of the division, and...

- ...that's as much as I know.
- Dividing it in two?

Yes. You must know as much
about it as me, Mr Priestley,

but, yes, when Miss Walker's
and Mrs Sutherland's

brother died intestate,

the estate came to them both, jointly,

but there was no provision
for a formal division as such.

I suppose no-one ever imagined
it would happen. But...

So, yes, Miss Walker
is now seeking

a formal, itemised division
of the estate.

Is she?

It makes sense. Mrs Sutherland
and Miss Walker...

They lead very different
lives...these days.

Well, well.

I am sorry
if it's inconvenient.

And for Mrs Batty as well. But...

...I'm little more
than a messenger.

Is there anything else I can...
help you with?

I don't think so.

Thank you for coming,
Mr Washington.

Mrs Priestley. Mr Priestley.

A formal, itemised division
of the estate.

And we all know who's behind
that one, don't we?

What is it we're signing again?

I-It's a codicil, George.

That says Miss Lister
is authorised

to proceed with the division
of my estate if not completed

before the event of my death.

You're simply signing to say

you've seen Miss Walker and
Miss Lister sign their names,

- George. That's all.
- Just sign it.

The contents of the document
are immaterial.

All you're doing is witnessing

that these are indeed
their signatures.

Which you know them to be

because you've just seen them
write them.

Oh, I see. Sorry. I'm with you.

As long as...

I just didn't want to,
you know,

find out I'd joined the Navy
or something.

Thank you.

So that's that. And then

regarding your brother-in-law,
Miss Walker... Can I, er...?

I've written a letter
to Captain Sutherland,

which I'll send off to Scotland
in due course,

explaining that
I'm now dealing with

the matter of the division
for you, and, um...

Well, let's see
what comes back.

Mm.

What would be helpful,

as we get further into it,
would be to see a copy

of this deed of settlement
from 1831

between him and your sister,

to see what exactly
she did settle upon him.

- Do you have a copy?
- No.

But you've seen a copy?

No, it was only a reference
to its existence,

but my aunt
confirmed it entirely.

Well, then perhaps I'll write
to your Mr, er...?

- Parker.
- Parker.

He's not my Mr Parker.

Parker in Halifax,

and see if I can get a copy
from him.

And then the other matter,

these properties
your cousin, Mr Priestley,

has acquired from your uncle.

The good news is
that it looks like

the Blackcastle waste at
High Sunderland is recoverable.

Really?

Mm-hm. And of course the rents
for the period,

they've been removed
from your estate

- would be recoverable too.
- Oh.

Now, the other two,
Longley Farm in Norland

and the house at Hall End
in Halifax,

I'm afraid it may be too late.

According to the statute
of limitations,

if your cousin has had
uninterrupted possession

for 20 years or more

and no-one's raised any
objections within that time,

which at the moment
appears to be the case,

it's, unfortunately, something
you may have to accept.

But I...

But I've only just
found out about it.

Well, I can consult counsel.

But surely if a person's only
just found out about a thing...

What's fair and what's legal

aren't always
the same bedfellows

we might hope them to be,
Miss Walker.

- Mm.
- Mm.

What do you know about
John Harper, Mr Gray?

The architect.

Mr Harper?

Well, yes, he's...

Parsons was on about him yesterday.

He came over to cut mine
and Miss Walker's hair.

I was telling him about
my great disappointment

over this local architect
I've been bothering with

and he insisted that
John Harper was my man.

Oh, he's excellent.
He designed

the whole of
St Leonard's Street here,

including the new theatre -
you must've seen it.

It's very elegant,
and he's so young.

He's only 26,

but widely regarded as
something of a phenomenon.

You must snap him up,
Miss Lister, if you can.

They all say he's destined
for very great things.

He's the most delightful
young man.

I was... I was quite charmed
by him.

I sent him a note,
and he turned up

at our hotel at ten o'clock
sharp the next morning.

He only looked about 15.

And then the very
next morning...

This was Thursday
just gone.

...he drove over to Halifax
in his carriage...

- We were still in York.
- ...had a good look

- at Northgate...
- Anne sent a note ahead

to Mr Greenwood
to give him unlimited access...

And... Yes, yes, I did.

And he's delighted with it.

He understands
my vision perfectly.

He thinks the whole enterprise
has every chance of success.

Is it going to cost a lot?

W-Well, it's not cheap.
He's not cheap.

But then I shouldn't want
to build a cheap hotel,

and the returns will reflect
the quality of the investment.

He's built a whole street
in York.

Oh, it's very fashionable.
We went to study it.

He's going to get back to us
with a proper plan

in a fortnight.

Well, I'm glad you decided
against selling Northgate.

I think this is
a much better scheme.

Thank you, Aunt.

If it works.

- Cordingley.
- Ma'am.

How are you?

- Well, ma'am.
- How was your sister?

- Very well, ma'am.
- How's your leg? Your hip.

It's... It's... It's...
It's, you know...

Anyway, welcome back.

Miss Walker and I will have
our coffee in our little

- upstairs sitting room.
- Yes, ma'am.

A letter, ma'am,
for Miss Walker.

Mrs Priestley's servant
brought it.

"The dwelling house will be
given up at the end of June.

"The school rooms
I have given directions

"to be given up
to Mr Washington next week,

"along with the books
and benches

"belonging to
the Sunday school.

"This I sincerely hope
you will be able

"to make arrangements
to continue with,

"for the sake of the children.
Mrs Batty, who is unwell,

"informs me she wishes
to decline teaching

"after next Sunday."

Well, she's certainly got
the message.

That'll teach her
to write anonymous letters.

I suppose
I should've anticipated

having to find a new teacher
sooner rather than later.

Oh, we'll ask about.

And in the interim...

- ...we'll teach them.
- Will we?

Why not?
You should open a new school

at Lightcliffe anyway.

A day school
and a Sunday school.

We should take on
a good schoolmaster -

a married man, with ambition,

whose wife can run
the Sunday school,

and all at your behest.

She says she intends
to carry on her day school.

She says she can procure
a room in the village.

Free gratis,
like she's had it from you?

- I don't know. I doubt it.
- I doubt it, too.

Has anyone ever given you
the least thanks

for the use of those rooms
all these years?

For the day school
or the Sunday school?

Hm? No.

40 children attend
the Sunday school.

Excellent.
I'm sure we can manage that.

Unbelievable.

Your sister has now
fully appointed

this Jonathan Gray in York

to deal with the division
of the property,

and he expects me to take on
a legal man too.

What is the matter with her?

She's found out
about the settlement

that I made on you in 1831.

Is that her?

She's anxious that there
should be no further delay.

What delay?

And now she knows it's you
she should be dealing with

rather than me, she thought
it would be better to...

She's ridiculous.

She thought it would be better
to put the thing more formally

into the hands of a legal man.

We are going down as soon
as we - you - can travel.

She knows that.

Mm-hm.

She did first raise
the matter in September,

so I suppose
from her point of view...

Exactly. September.

It's less than...

...nine months ago.

So from her point of view,

it could look like
we're dragging our heels.

I don't suppose
it's occurred to her

that I'm just as eager
to get on with it as she is,

so that I can make a proper
settlement on our children...

...without involving
overpaid lawyers.

What's this?

About these properties.
High Sunderland, Hall End.

Oh, it's, um...

Mr Priestley, somehow,
years ago,

got hold of...

...from my uncle, before
the estate came to my father...

My aunt used to talk
about it, but...

Oh, I don't know.
I never really knew.

And she's taking him
to task over it?

She wants me, us,
to share the legal costs. Yes.

Curious.

What is?

All of it.

Everything.

The tone of her letters. The...

The way she has become
so litigious.

I half imagined Priestley
was behind it, but clearly not.

Not if she's taking
legal action against him.

It's Miss Lister, isn't it?

I...I can hear her voice

through and through
this letter.

All the letters
we've had lately.

So...why...

...would Miss Lister
push your sister so forcibly

for a division of the property?

Why would she suddenly
be so...

..."eager to expedite matters"?

Well...

...why wouldn't she?

Miss Lister, she's a great one

for getting on with things and...

...not putting off
till tomorrow

- what can be done today.
- She's not her husband.

Perhaps her influence
is rubbing off on Ann.

Yes. It is. I agree with you.
I can feel it in her letters.

And it's no bad thing, surely.

I was rather pleased
with the tone of that.

She always sounds so much
happier and healthier

these days,
getting on with her life,

engaging with the world
around her,

rather than hiding away
and obsessing about herself.

My dear Ann.

By today's post
I am in receipt of a letter,

by your instructions, from
Messrs Gray Solicitors, York,

and I have also perused
your letter to Elizabeth.

The natural inference
deductible from both

pains me in the extreme.

There will be room for a bank.
But a good bank.

You state that

in consequence of the
settlement Elizabeth made

in 1831, she has "relinquished
all control over her property",

and therefore it seems
no progress can be made

in the division by further
correspondence with her.

From similar considerations

which prompted my wife
to make the settlement in 1831,

I assure you
we have long been anxious

for a division of the property,

for we could make no definite
settlement on our children

while half the property

on which it was secured
belonged to you.

This is so obvious

that I assure you
I was most solicitous

that a partition
should be offered

and also in a measure
so fair and equitable

that come what may,

neither party would have cause
to demur.

That this partition
was never carried into effect,

if you recall, is due to you,

prior to your sudden departure
from us 18 months ago,

having requested Elizabeth
not trouble or perplex you

with matters
relating to business.

And since your return
to Halifax, you have not once

hinted at a wish to have
the property divided,

until this last September,
when you suddenly intimated it

for the first time,

and in that same letter
also stated that you

had given Mr Washington instructions

to draw up
a scheme of division.

Ah, Mrs Rawson and the girls.
How delightful. How are you?

I'm amazed you have
the audacity to show your face

in public, Miss Walker.

- I'm sorry?
- Not only the way

you've treated your family,
and your aunt in particular,

but this latest humiliation
you've inflicted

- on Mrs Priestley.
- Oh...

Over the Sunday school!

Because Elizabeth

is nursing, she cannot properly

go south before the end of
next month.

This I thought you understood.

She still hopes it would meet
with your concurrence

to postpone the division until
the period most convenient

- and desired by her...
- Thank you.

...and certainly hopes
you would not,

in the meanwhile, involve her
and her children

in usurious legal proceedings.

I won't write to Mr Gray
until I hear from you.

I have no objection
in the remotest degree

to you appointing him
to act for you,

but I certainly will not
appoint a solicitor

to act for me in a matter
regarding which

there is no dispute.

If we are to act on
Samuel Washington's scheme,

which I sincerely hope we will,
why adopt legal measures?

I am aware all trades
must live,

but the law is the last one

I would feel inclined
to patronise.

Believe I am, my dear Ann,

yours most sincerely,
George Mackay Sutherland.

Knock, knock.

He's saying that he's been
itching to get on with

the division all along.
He... He's a liar.

And he's accusing me of wanting
to involve Elizabeth

and the children in
"usurious legal proceedings".

- It's not funny.
- No, you're right.

Men who hide behind their wives
and children

are not so much funny
as absurd.

If you're still dwelling on
Mrs Edward Rawson's comment

in Nicholson's this morning,
don't.

You asking the Priestleys
to vacate the school rooms

is none of her business,

and she only made herself
look foolish.

Can you not mention that
woman's name in my presence

ever again?!

Would you like me to pour
the tea, Miss Lister?

No. Go.

What have I asked you before

about not speaking to me like
that in front of the servants?

Are you going to help me write
back to him, then, or what?

My dear Captain Sutherland.

I have this moment received
your letter,

and rejoice to find
that you are quite as anxious

for the division of
the joint property as I am.

I fear... -I fear you will not

serve much by being
your own attorney,

but you will judge
as you think best.

I myself feel persuaded
that in employing

Mr Gray to act for me,

I spare myself and others
much trouble,

and adopt not only the best
plan, but the cheapest one.

The deed of settlement
of February 1831

is so comprehensive

that all power respecting
the making good of titles, etc,

seems vested solely in you.

There is not, therefore,

any necessity in hurrying
my sister to Yorkshire.

I shall always be delighted
to see her,

but I earnestly hope that you

will be here before
the end of next month.

I am much obliged to you...
...obliged to you

for your so kind consideration

in having complied
with my request

to trouble me as little as
possible about business

during the time
I was recovering in York.

It seems Elizabeth
must have forgotten to tell you

that immediately on my return
from the Continent last year,

I wrote to tell her of the
perfect recovery of my health,

and that I was ready
and desirous

to apply myself to business
immediately and diligently

and make up for lost time.

Is that her?

Seriously. I ask you.
Is that her voice?

So...precise, so to-the-point.

She wants her moiety,
she wants her share...

Yes, of course,
and she will have it.

I always intended to go along
with Washington's

original proposal
for the division anyway.

- Did you?
- Yes!

Subject to our visit.
But that aside,

how much do we really know
about Anne Lister?

Hmm?

How much do you really know
about Anne Lister?

Ma'am, Mr Harper's here.

Mr Harper.

Miss Lister. How are you?

Oh, good Lord, look at this.

Look at this fellow
with his wheelbarrow.

The owls!
Oh, and the monkeys.

And this little person
wielding a mace!

I wonder what he's going to do
with that?

Extraordinary. And the colours.

- Yes, it's...
- I'm looking for

- the Lister coat of arms.
- Not there.

The Waterhouses
put this window in during

the 16th century, just before
we acquired the place.

Some of the glass
is much older than that -

taken from some church
or other

during the dissolution
of the monasteries.

So possibly older
than the house itself,

which was built in 1420.

Ah!

My uncle always maintained
this is very probably

amongst the oldest
stained glass in England.

The world.

This house is extraordinary.

Mm. It is.

It's in my blood,
it's in my bones,

it's in my soul.

It's also inconvenient
and draughty, Mr Harper,

compared to some
of my better friends' houses.

And if the mill chimneys

creep any higher
up the hill from Halifax

and the barbarians
come knocking on our door,

I've always fancied I'd sell up

and go and live quietly
on a hill above Grenoble.

Oh, don't ever leave Shibden,
Miss Lister.

Your better friends' houses
may be less draughty

and more convenient,
but this has true character,

and that's priceless.

And it suits you.

Where can I spread my papers?

This is thrilling.

I feel rather bilious.

It's spot on, it's...
It's perfect.

It was only
when I got through Leeds

I realised I'd left York
without eating anything.

Can I sit down?

Oh!

You can't not eat, Mr Harper.

- I just forget.
- Oh, I'm the same.

Could I have
a small cup of tea?

You need a wife.

I live with my brother.
He's an attorney.

Well, that's no good.

Oh! Is he?

George!

Ask Mrs Cordingley to get Mr
Harper some breakfast, quickly.

Eggs, bacon,
bread, butter...fruit?

Just a small slice of bread
and a thin scrape of butter

- would be more than...
- And bring us some tea.

Immediately.
And bring the sugar!

We'll sort you out, Mr Harper.

This is...

Do you know, it's as though
you can see into my...

...innermost thoughts
and desires.

Oh, good.

Ideally,
I'd find local merchants

for the stone and timber
and so forth.

If you could recommend people,
that would be useful.

And local craftsmen, too.
Joiners, plasterers.

I know them all.

I'll meet anyone
you consider suitable.

I always meet several people
for any one job

and then make a decision.
Suppliers and craftsmen.

All in consultation with you,
of course.

I shall take on a site manager,

and he'll be here
throughout the build,

he'll come to live in Halifax
for the duration.

Ideally a fellow called
Husband, if he's available.

I've worked with him
a number of times,

I think you'll be pleased.
He'll be my eyes and ears.

When can you start?

I should think we could begin
clearing the site

for the foundations next month.

I'd like a ceremony.
A public ceremony.

To lay the first stone,
a foundation stone.

Then all Halifax can come
and see what we're doing.

- Of course.
- Excellent.

Oh, and we must be clear,

before we get too giddy
about it,

with the proposed shops,

the building costs will go up
to nearer the £6,000 mark,

which means you'd perhaps be
looking at an annual rent

of nearer 400 than 300.

And only you know whether
Halifax is a busy enough town

to support something like that.

What's your impression
of Halifax?

It isn't York.

Your clientele would
predominantly consist of trade

and people passing through from
one destination to another.

But my impression is, there's
no shortage of money here,

and increasingly so,

with all these...
creeping mill chimneys.

You want to borrow
another £4,500?

On bond, at 4%.
The alternative,

which I'm inclining towards,
would be to sell

six of my Navigation shares now

and perhaps the rest
at Christmas,

if I can get 400 guineas each
for them.

But you spoke so eloquently
less than six months ago

at the shareholders' meeting

about investing more money
in the Navigation.

So to sell your shares now -

might that not look
rather lacking in integrity?

No.

No, I don't think so.

Well...would it...could it not
look like you were...

...jumping ship?

Really? How?

The Northgate Casino
will have stabling

for upward of 70 horses,
Mr Parker.

I wish I'd have brought
the plans to show you,

I mean, they're splendid.
Mr Harper has excelled himself.

Would I be investing so heavily
in a coaching inn

if I was worried about
the arrival of the railways?

No, the railways will arrive
in Halifax last,

Mr Parker, for the same reason
the canals did.

Because, like Rome, Halifax
is built on too many hills.

No, I'd be taking from
one sound investment

to fund another.

Whoa!

George?

- Where's George?
- Ooh! I don't know, ma'am.

Tell him to deal with the
britzka and Smiler and Merlin.

Ah.

Mr Washington's helped me
come up with

five different proposals
to send to Captain Sutherland,

as you suggested, all based on

his original proposal
for the division.

I merely pointed out
to Miss Walker that if she sent

Captain Sutherland
just the one proposal

he'll no doubt
find fault with it,

quibble, and drag his heels again,

whereas if he's presented
with a choice,

he's more likely to engage
with the thing,

and, hopefully,
plump for one of them.

Tactics.

Not that it's got anything
to do with me, obviously.

The only really significant
amendment I've suggested

is putting either John Farrer's
field or Bouldshaw Farm

and Clough in Lot 1.

They're both worth £1,400,
give or take,

and it seems to go some way

towards balancing
the two lots up more evenly.

Well, as I say,
nothing to do with me.

Then we can either draw
for the lots

or I can make it clear to him
that I would prefer Lot 1,

being made up of one
contiguous piece of land.

- It would make sense.
- Whereas Lot 2

is made up of parcels of land
here, there and everywhere -

Lindley, Golcar, Saddleworth.

Which would make
very little difference

to Mr and Mrs Sutherland,
being so far away.

As long as it's managed.

Well... Again, if it was me -
which it isn't -

I'd give him the choice.

Say that you'd prefer Lot 1,
for reasons of contiguity,

but if he'd prefer
to draw lots,

you'd be perfectly happy
with that as well.

And I'd put Bouldshaw Farm
and Clough in Lot 1

rather than
John Farrer's field.

It's got coal in it.

Are we all set for Sunday
again, Mr Washington?

Yes, I am.
I'm quite enjoying it.

I'm wondering if
I've missed my vocation!

"Now, the road from Jerusalem
to Jericho

"is steep and treacherous,"
Jesus explained,

"full of desperate men
and thieves."

Perhaps the traveller
didn't know that,

or perhaps he did, but he had
to make his journey anyway.

What do you think, Hannah?

Yeah.

Yeah.

The sun was hot
and the traveller was tired.

He was only five miles
from Jericho

when, suddenly,
he found himself pounced upon.

He was beaten mercilessly,
stripped naked,

robbed of his few belongings,

and left for dead
at the side of the road.

"Surely the priest
will help me,"

the poor man thought
as he lay helpless

and bleeding in the road.

But the priest
walked past him

as though he hadn't even
seen him. Emily.

Emily, don't do that, you might
get your finger stuck.

Some time later,
a Levite approached.

"Surely the Levite will
help me," thought the man.

But as the Levite got closer,

he crossed to the other side
of the road

and walked quickly away.

The bastard.

Next came along a Samaritan
on a horse.

"Oh, no!"
thought the poor man.

"The Samaritan is a foreigner
and my enemy.

"He will never help me."

And then Euclid postulated,

and this isn't as complicated
as it sounds,

if a straight line intersects
two other straight lines,

and so makes
the two interior angles

on one side of the first line

less than two right angles,

then the other two straight
lines will meet at a point,

if extended far enough on
the side on which the angles

are less than two right angles.
Yes? Yes? Yes.

And so, from these five
postulates or axioms,

Euclid deduced
a greater number of theorems

or propositions.
Yes, Charlotte?

What's all that got to do
with Jesus, though, sir?

Miss!
Miss.

Well, Euclid believed, as I do,

that the laws of nature

were but the mathematical
thoughts of God.

God created the world and every
magical, majestic thing in it,

and do you know something,
Charlotte?

The leaves, the trees,
the birds, the bees -

all of it, at some level,
comes down to mathematics.

Mathematics is the basis
of everything.

Everything in Creation.

Isn't that extraordinary?

The thoroughness
of God's planning.

Me and
Henry Hardcastle once saw her

snogging Miss Walker!

Right.

I was thinking about
a trip to London.

A holiday, before the work
at Northgate really begins.

I could see
some of my friends,

and I could finally get
my travelling carriage back

from Baxter's.
We could make some enquiries

about a proper master
for the day school,

and you could consult a doctor,

a really good doctor,
about your neck.

I'd like that.
I'd like to go to London again.

Hopefully this business
with the Sutherlands

will be settled by then too.

I'd like to meet your
London friends.

Did you hear something?

Do you think someone's
spying on us?

- Here.
- Oh!

Anne... Anne!

Stay.

- Er...
- What...what is it? Ooh!

Go home.

Well, then,
you leave me no choice.

Because I will not have
a disrespectful household.

He's only 18!

- How old's she?
- 26.

- That's...
- I know. I know.

What do you want me to do?

I'll write to Mr Thomas at
the servants' register in York,

but... Oh, I don't know.

It took me long enough
to find him!

I can't start seeing
to Father's...

- ...personal needs, it's...
- No!

No, no, no, no.
I certainly can't.

It's not ideal, but we must

keep him on
as long as it suits us

and in the meantime, be on
the lookout for someone else.

And not a word to Aunt Anne
about this ridiculous business.

Ah. Aunt. You've found them.

These are Mr Harper's plans
for the Northgate Casino.

I thought everyone might like
to have a look at them.

Father? And then I can address
any questions...

No, thank you.

...or observations
anyone might have.

Take no notice of your father.

He just thinks
you might ruin yourself.

And all of us.

Oh, look at that.

Oh, that's the front door,
Miss Lister...

Aunt.

Aunt. ...with the Lister
coat of arms above it.

And look at this.

Above the fireplace,

your family motto -
justus propositi tenax.

Just and true of purpose.

- Just so.
- Humbug.

Shall we sit down?

Yes, let's.

Very good.

Do you know, I always
want to say "bumhug"

whenever anyone says "humbug".
I don't know why.

The only anxiety I have
about Northgate, Father,

is getting it licensed,

what with Christopher Rawson
being so difficult.

I did speak to Washington
about it.

Well, Christopher Rawson isn't
the only magistrate in Halifax.

Yes, but I need two signatories
and if he gets wind of it...

What about Colonel Dearden
and his son?

Aren't they both magistrates?

Mm.

Well, send him a note.
Ask him to pop in.

Oh!

Oh, thank you.

This is impressive, eh?

And certainly would be
a great boon to the town.

Another good inn with
a large handsome room

is just what we need.

I intend to call the large room
the Casino.

Oh!

The enterprise may not make
a great profit,

at least not in the first year,

but then mercantile speculation
is not my aim.

I want to take a pride
in the thing

and do it for
the good of the town.

The whole enclave
will be elegant,

and even,
dare I say it, fashionable.

Well, I can't imagine there'd
be any reasonable objection

to granting you a licence.

I can certainly answer
for myself and for my son.

Of course, I'll have to consult
with the other magistrates

on the matter.

But I only need
the two signatures?

Oh, yes. Yeah.

Well, strictly speaking.

Um, while I'm here...

Yes?

...could I trouble you
for a subscription

to Mr Wortley's brother's fund
for the West Riding?

- Mr Wortley's brother?
- John.

You may not yet have heard.

There'll be no by-election
in the town.

It seems that Charles Wood
has turned down high office

specifically in order
to avoid one.

He's taken some more lowly role
in the Admiralty,

whereas Lord Morpeth
has been made

Chief Secretary for Ireland,

so John Wortley will contest
him for the West Riding.

Mm.

But, so...

..does that mean Mr Rawson
won't be standing for Halifax

- after all, then?
- No.

So, um,
could I put you down for £50?

I've got seven or eight other
people of good long standing

in the town down for 50.

I shall turn over the leaf
and give 30.

Can I not persuade you
to give 50, Miss Lister?

Had Mr Rawson
still been standing,

he should have had every vote
I could influence.

I told him that to his face,
and I meant it.

But the fact is, he doesn't
behave handsomely towards me.

Over my coal. And I'd hate

to spend significant money
on Northgate only to find

my attempt to license
such a worthy public endeavour

blocked by him
on no more than a whim.

So you could put me down
for 50, Colonel Dearden, but...

...I will need my licence.

You'll have your licence,
Miss Lister.

Any sign of rain, young man?

Not at the moment, sir.

Go on.

How big is this farm?

24 acres.

Speak up!

24 acres.

Mm.

Imagine, Matthew, if you were
to be parted from Eugénie for,

I don't know, two years.

Do you believe that you would
feel the same way

about...marrying her?

I dare say.

You dare say?

If nothing happened.

Like...what sort of thing?

If, um... If Eugénie
felt t'same way too.

Well, Matthew,

I only hope you've thought
the thing through.

I can't quite see Eugénie
amongst pig tubs and cattle,

but you must judge
for yourselves.

If I were to just leave,

ma'am, please would you
let Eugénie keep her job?

You going or staying makes no
difference as to what happens

to Eugénie, Matthew. But...

...now I know your intentions
are to marry,

Miss Marian and I will
think about what to do.

You do know that letter

hasn't got a postmark on it,
don't you?

Mm. It's dated the 15th.
I only gave her notice

on the evening of the 14th.

They're transparent.

They've got us over a barrel.

It's so hard to get people
these days.

So how's it been left?

Well, I'm taking
at face value

their claim that
they want to get married,

although I don't believe that
for a second,

and I've retracted
Eugénie's notice

on the understanding that
Matthew is looking for a job

and when he finds one,
they'll marry.

Do you think the other servants
know about it?

I don't know.

I'm so glad we've decided
to go to London.

It'll be the perfect tonic.

You've had too much tiresome
nonsense to bother with,

with this wretched
division business.

It's silly, but...

What? What is?

I always imagined that one day

I might meet lords and ladies.
in London.

I mean, I know
we have to be careful, but...

...I might meet one or two,
one day.

Mightn't I?

Mm.

One day...

- ...if you're very good.
- Mm.

As you state you will take

Lot 1 as drawn up in
Washington's original proposal,

provided you get Bouldshaw Farm
and Clough,

- I agree to this proposal...
- "...agree to this proposal,

"and consider therefore the
division formally concluded,

"and I assure you, my dear Ann,

"that I sincerely rejoice
that it is."

Very good. I'm surprised he's
agreed to it quite so readily,

but happen he wants to get on
with it just as much as you do.

Hm. Or he wants to seem
as though he does.

And then there's
this next bit -

"As we expect being south
as early as we can leave home,

"I hope you will have
no objection

"to allowing the amendment to
the titles to wait until then."

You see, he's procrastinating,
he's still not

signing anything.

Well, it's a step forward.

You've got his agreement
in writing, at least.

Mm.

Oh, and I called in on Mr and
Mrs Priestley again yesterday.

Why?

Well, I had a note from him
asking me to.

So... But he wanted me to tell
you that he intends to give up

the waste at High Sunderland
without hesitation.

Really?

So that's good news.

There won't be any sort of
legal wrangle over it.

Right. Shall I see you down at
Tillyholme stile then, ma'am?

Mr Holt and the Mann
brothers'll be there already

and they won't want to do
anything without you.

Yes, you go.
I'll follow you down.

- Sorry, sir.
- Sorry, lad.

Clearly, he knows he should
never have had it

in the first place.

Giving it up so easily.

- It appals me how lax...
- Fasten your buttons properly!

Sorry, ma'am.

Sorry, go on.

...how lax and...profligate

my family have been
with our property

when I see how particular
you are with yours.

Coal, stone, hotels -

you make every square inch
of your land work.

Well, then, you must
take example from me

and make yours work so too.

I am... I am doing,
I-I'm going to.

And that's why
I won't stand for

any more of this...nonsense.

What's the matter?

He says I knew about
the deed of settlement in 1831.

He says he told me all about it

and I've obviously forgotten.
He didn't.

Hm.

Parker's coming at four this
afternoon, I'd better get on.

What time do we expect you
back from Hebden Bridge?

Oh, I don't know. I suspect
it'll be a wasted trip.

I don't think anyone wants
to take over the Sunday school.

Ah! Mr Parker.

Well, how...
How are things on the estate?

Oh, we are winning, I think,
one way or another.

Mr Holt thinks this time
next year my collieries

will be the best hereabouts

and will pay off
all the expense incurred

within the first three years
of production.

Hm?

Er, not for me.

What have you got for me?

I've got 23 notices
against trespassers shooting

and hunting on your land
which all need signing.

And I've got
two notices to quit -

one for Mr Carr for those acres
that you need back

down at Wellroyd.
Those need signing too.

Then regarding selling
your Navigation shares,

well, I've asked around.

Mr Robert Waterhouse
has no objection to taking

the six that you're offering
for sale,

but he won't give 400 guineas.

He will, however, give £405.

No-one will give 400 guineas.

Mr Abbott tells me
that Mr Louis Alexander

has had three of his shares
on sale for some time now

at 400 guineas apiece,
and they've not sold.

I hope no other names
were named in the matter.

But I thought...

Is he not soon to be family,
Mr Abbott?

No.

And if he is, well, then,
I've made it clear to Marian

that she and I...
That'll be it.

Oh. Oh, I'm sorry.

No, no other names were named.

I'll take Mr Waterhouse's £405.

Anything above £400 is clear
gain as far as I'm concerned,

and it's better this way.

Borrowing would cost me 10%
in the first year.

No building would pay for that.

Miss Lister.

Anne.

Is this whole enterprise
not a risk?

Yes, of course.

Of course it is.

How's Miss Walker?

Oh, she's out.
She's ridden to Hebden Bridge

to speak to
a possible candidate

for the Sunday school.

I, er, had a letter yesterday.

From York, from Mr Gray,

who's acting for Miss Walker
in the matter of the division

- of the joint property.
- That's right.

He's requested from me
a copy of

the 1831 settlement between
Captain and Mrs Sutherland.

He's sent me a letter
from Captain Sutherland,

which he believes is sufficient
authority for me

to send him a copy of
the settlement, and I...

I don't think it is.

It's rather vague about

"affording every possible
assistance".

And my question is,

in my position....

...would you send it...

...or even an extract from it,

without a more clear yea or nay
from Captain Sutherland

about the specific document
in question?

I have not a word to say on
the matter, Mr Parker.

Why are you asking me?

I suppose because it's...
It's delicate. It's, er...

It's complicated.

Surely the solution would be

to write to Captain Sutherland yourself

asking for his permission
regarding the document.

Yes... Yes.

Yes, that's...

That's what I shall do.

Am I missing something?

You...

Your family...

...are very good, very old,
very valued clients

of, er, Parker & Adam.

And now that Miss Walker
is here as your...companion,

I suppose the anxiety is,

I'm going to find myself
between a rock

and a hard place in the matter
should it become problematic.

Why would it?
It's a simple enough division,

and he's already agreed to it.

Mr Gray implied that
Miss Walker was angry.

To have discovered
the settlement.

- Mm.
- And there was

a further implication that I
had not acted professionally...

...in the matter.

With her family
being opposed to it,

and with the settlement
appearing to go so much

against the wishes
in her father's will.

But I can assure you,
Miss Lister,

this was very much what
Mrs Sutherland wanted,

there was certainly no
underhand collusion on my part,

and nothing I did
was unprofessional,

and Miss Walker herself knew...

...perfectly well
what was going on at the time,

just as the rest
of the family did.

Captain Sutherland made it
abundantly plain to her.

She says not.

Well...

...she wasn't well.

Well, then,

how odd of him
to burden her with it. Hm?

Anyway, it barely matters.

What's material
is that we now know,

she now knows, that it's him

that she should have been
dealing with

all along, and not her sister.

Indeed.

Well, then. As you suggest...

- ...I shall write to him.
- Yes.

And do leave me out of it.

It really has nothing to do
with me.

My dear
Captain Sutherland,

I am glad that
by your agreement

to one of my proposals,

the division of the estate
is so easily arranged.

I am anxious that no time
should be lost

in preparing the deeds.

I have, for some weeks,

had the deed box here
with me at Shibden Hall.

I shall go to York as soon as
I hear from Messrs Gray,

with all
the necessary papers...

...with all
the necessary papers,

of which Mr Parker,
or anyone you think proper,

may come here
and take a catalogue.

I hope the papers
will be ready for signing

before the end of the month.

But should you not be able
to come to Yorkshire so soon,

then surely the papers
can simply be sent to you

for your signature.

This gets more and more...

What? What?

The deeds!

The Crow Nest deeds have...

...for some weeks,
been at Shibden Hall.

- Why?
- Your sister!

Is being played for a fool!

It's bizarre.
No. It's beyond bizarre,

it is sinister.

I tried to protect her.
And this, this...

My dear Parker.

I acknowledge receipt
of your...

My dear Parker.

I acknowledge receipt
of your letter of the 22nd.

My dear Parker.
I acknowledge receipt

of your letter
of the 22nd of June

and in reply I have no
objection to furnishing Mr Gray

with the copy of the deed
alluded to.

In fact, I am most anxious,
as I invariably have been,

to afford every assistance
in endeavouring to have

the property of
the late Mr Walker fairly

and amicably divided.

I have stated repeatedly
that Mrs Sutherland and I

would proceed south
and arrange the whole matter

as immediately as the season
and her health would permit,

and when the titles could be
given to both parties

to whom they were apportioned.

I requested that the boxes
containing the deeds

should remain until then in the
bank where I had placed them.

I find instead from a letter
received just this morning

from Miss Walker that the deeds
have been taken from the bank

and have for some weeks
been at Shibden Hall.

I do not blame Miss Walker
for this,

but those who, from selfish,
wicked and unnatural motives,

endeavour to bias her mind.

Miss Lister
states for Miss Walker,

for I am certain
she would never do so,

that the object in employing
Mr Gray is with the view

not to perplex and mystify
but to simplify.

This is, I trust,
some attack on you.

As our properties
and Miss Lister's join,

I cannot help expressing
my extreme upset

that the titles have been
there, at Shibden Hall,

which I should of course

have decidedly objected to
had I known.

What is going on,
I know not.

But the moment our little boy
is over the whooping cough,

I shall, and Mrs Sutherland
if all is well,

visit Miss Walker,

and this I hope in the course
of a very few weeks.

My feelings I impart to you
in the strictest confidence.

Yours most sincerely,
George Mackay Sutherland.