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I always thought I was coming
to you when Charles died.

So what am I supposed to do?

Just wait, yet again, for this
maybe-sometime-never event?

My days of solitude
are drawing to a close.

She's in love with me.

And with her, I could be happy.

- She needs a husband.
- Who?

I'm taking my "little friend"
to Paris.

When we return,

she will move into Shibden
with me.

Could Miss Walker spare you
for one or two nights

to visit me at Lawton?

Come back.

Everything I'd ever pinned
any happiness or hope on

is gone.

And all because
of some insipid little...

- Steady on.
- ...heiress,

who you're not in love with.

I know. I can see it.
I can hear it.

I can read between the lines.

I know when you're in love,
and this isn't it.

You've sacrificed everything.

You've thrown everything away.
You've destroyed me.

And you're not even
in love with her.

You're ridiculous.

And I'm even more ridiculous

for still being in love
with you.

Well, good heavens,
what a reception!

You do know I could walk
into Halifax

and get spoken to like that?

I needn't cross the Pennines
for it.

- Stop being glib.
- Well,

it's one antidote
to melodrama.

Melod...?

Do you know?
I think I needed to see you

because a part of me
just still thinks

the whole thing
can't really be true.

Has she really moved in
with you at Shibden?

Good Lord,
have you taken oaths with her?

Have you taken the sacrament
with her?

Eight months ago, in York.

I might as well be dead.

Mary,

I waited for you
for nearly 20 years.

I always had to dance
to your tune.

For 20 years.

When I came back
from Hastings -

and I'm not using this as
a stick to beat you with,

I'm merely stating a fact -
you put an end

- to everything.
- I didn't!

It's how I heard it.

It's unequivocally
how I heard it.

- Oh!
- Which is good,

and we should thank God for it.

It's just perhaps
a conversation

we should have had sooner.

Did you really think
I wouldn't move on?

Yes, yes, but...

...her?

What is she, even? I mean,
we all know she's got problems,

but Charlotte Norcliffe says
she isn't ladylike.

Charlotte would never say that.

And Mrs Milne said
if I saw my successor,

I'd be far from flattered.

Oh, I know she did.

"But Miss Lister won't be
without money."

I know she did,

because she said it
in Adney's hearing,

knowingly in Adney's hearing,
when we were in Paris.

- Adney?
- But Adney...

Yes, Adney,
being nothing but ladylike...

What does she call you?

...never even named it to me

until nearly three weeks later,

when we were
halfway up Mont Blanc!

And whatever you, or anyone,
thinks about it,

money had nothing to do
with it.

But it is true
that she has 3,000 a year?

Our fortunes, ultimately,

will be about equal.

And between us, we should have
5,000 a year, yes.

You're fooling yourself,
Freddy, no-one else.

Your little Martha Booth

isn't doing very well
in the kitchens.

Really?

Not entirely her fault.

Our new housekeeper, Mrs Duff,
who we're very pleased with,

had to get rid of two cooks
in succession.

So we think she may have been
damaged by their bad example

in the way of laziness
and deceit.

Oh, good Lord.

But then her head
was rather full of novels,

apparently, when she came
to us, which hasn't helped.

Let me speak to this Mrs...

- Duff.
- ...in the morning

and try and get to
the bottom of things.

By all means.

How often are you
and Miss Walker connected?

Well, you asked me
the same question

about me and Charles
all those years ago.

I can't imagine why you think
it's any different

me asking you the same thing.

How much does she know
about you and me?

I told her
all that was necessary.

Does she know of our...

...connection?

Not explicitly, no.
Nor will she.

Nor will anyone, ever.

Not from me.

What if you fell out with her?

I mean, with her...

...problems.

You don't know who she might
just blurt things out to.

Miss Lister.
Ah, Charles.

How was your journey?

- Excellent.
- Good, good.

Well, I've already eaten
and had coffee, so...

Yes. Sorry I couldn't set off
from Halifax

- any sooner than I did.
- Not at all.

A lot of business on hand
at the moment,

one way or another,
in the town and on my estate.

I was just popping in
to say hello. And I dare say

I will see you in the morning
at breakfast.

Perfect.

Mariana.

Charles.

Fergus, Captain, Teddy.

Come on, boys.

Is everything all right?

With him?

We're ecstatic.
The fun never stops.

I don't want to be too late
to bed.

I promised everyone at home
I'd write

to let them know
I arrived safely.

But you take my point,
about Miss Walker?

If she's not all there...

Miss Walker is the soul
of discretion.

She's very nicely particular
on all matters of etiquette,

spoken...and unspoken.

And, you know, if you met her,

if you could just bring
yourself to meet her,

you'd see she's really
very sweet and very kind

and really very, very normal.

And...

...I'd like to think that,

in the fullness of time...

...the three of us could become

perfectly good, kind friends.

I was perfectly happy.

But she dragged her
all the way to Paris.

I wanted to go.

Then, as soon as the militia
start shooting students,

she's off to the Pyrenees
with the Stuart de Rothesays.

Her poor Aunt Anne's
stuck there on her own.

That wasn't it at all!

She'd never have left me
if she'd thought

the whole thing
was going to erupt.

- It's exactly what she did.
- Are we playing this game?

- Oh, is it me?
- It's you.

You're giving Miss Walker
completely the wrong idea.

She knows Anne would never do
something like that.

I had a letter from her.
"I've left Aunt Anne in Paris,

"and, oh, by the way,

"it's a seething hot-bed
of insurrection."

I did hear the cannons.

I contemplated hiding
under a bed, briefly.

Whose?

But then I realised
that was an overreaction.

We were on the fifth floor.
Nobody was interested in us.

People think I haven't lived,
you know, Miss Walker.

But I have.

Have you told Miss Walker
about tomorrow?

Oh.
Tomorrow, Miss Walker,

my father was thinking

of taking the britzka
over to Cliffe Hill,

to pay a call on your aunt.

Why?

Would you like to come with us?

- I...
- You be careful, Marian.

You know she upset you
last time you were there.

- My aunt? Did she?
- Briefly.

She was just being difficult.

- Because of...?
- Oh, no.

Well, no.

Anyway, Anne suggested it
before she left.

And I don't do everything
she tells me,

but I do agree with her

that we should make
every effort we can

to be on good terms
with our neighbours,

even when...

Well, she's just old,
isn't she?

- And I do wonder...
- Well, I'm old.

It isn't a licence
to be unpleasant.

Whose turn is it now?

- It's yours.
- Is it?

And I agree, but there it is.

And I do wonder

how poor Mary Rawson's
getting on with her.

- I can't fathom that at all.
- Neither can I.

I can't imagine it's anything
other than excruciating

for both of them.

You don't have to come,
Miss Walker.

I know it's awkward.
Anne did explain.

I just didn't want you to think
you hadn't been asked.

Oh.

- Oh!
- Oh...

At least that was yours.

My dearest Adney.

We reached the Roebuck
in Rochdale at 2.38,

changed horses and were off
again in 14 minutes.

We stopped again
at the Manchester Royal Hotel

at 4.20,

and were at Wilmslow
at two minutes past six.

We reached Congleton
at five past eight,

stopped for six minutes,
then arrived here at Lawton

at quarter to nine
by their clocks

and gone nine
by my pocket watch.

I am now happily ensconced
for the night in my own room

with a good fire

and thinking of you

all cosily tucked up
at Shibden.

Will you welcome a visitor?

Or will the door be closed
against me?

You know I'd never do that.

I couldn't sleep.

All I can think about

is what a wretched mess
I'm in here.

With him.

Oh...

Mary...

How did we end up like this?

How could we let it happen?

Have any two people ever loved
each other more than you and I?

How can it all
have come to this?

My life's over.

Don't say that.

I can't stand it.
It's impossible.

Mary...

We'll always be friends.

Oh...

The heart that's truly loved
never forgets.

If you go home
the day after tomorrow, I'll...

I don't know what I'll do, but...

...you might never see me again.

Mariana, that's...

Mary,
I don't want to hear that.

Mm?

It's very hard

to only be a friend

for one who has been a wife.

Have faith.

Have hope.

I believe your happiest days
are yet to come.

How?

Because I trust providence.

Do you still love me?

Anne?

Do you remember in Leamington?

Before we went up to London,

before you went off
to Copenhagen.

You said to me, you said,

"She was never
one of my grand passions."

It only ever really started
because you were lonely

and she was there.

And I worry that
that won't be enough.

For you.

Don't.

Kiss me.

No.

- Kiss me.
- I can't.

I won't do that to Adney.
She deserves better,

cos she trusts me.
It's why she let me come here.

She won't know.
No-one'll know. Only us.

I took an oath,
and I shan't break it.

I did. For you.

Yes, well...

I can't.

You married for convenience,
for money.

Don't pretend otherwise.

You're wrong, Mary.

I'm happy with my choice.

She touches something
deep inside me.

And the biggest thing of all...

...she's moved in with me.

She committed to me.

She braved the world's opinion
just to be with me.

And I shall respect that
above all things...

...until the day I die.

I'll leave you to your journal.

Your crypt hand.

Whatever it is
you're putting there.

Goodnight.

And I know
she came from a good,

hard-working family
at Shibden.

But there have been
a few incidents

that have indicated
that she's inclined towards

the easiest route
in completing any given task.

And then
she'll make something up

about why she hasn't had time
to make a better job of it.

But you'll find her
with her nose in a book...

...reading.

Novels. Full of ideas.

Well, I'm sorry to hear it.

Carelessness and deceit
are two bad faults.

Make it known to her, Mrs Duff,

that she has nothing more
to expect from me at Shibden

if she disappoints you here.

Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am.

Thank you, Mrs Duff.

How careless of you, Freddy,

letting a dairy hand
learn her letters.

Did you sleep well?

Yes, very.

You didn't come
and wake me up this morning.

Did you expect me to?

You always come and wake me up.

Seriously?

You thought I'd come to you
this morning?

No, not for...anything...

Just, you know...

What?

Bit of chit-chat.

Before the day starts.

As we always do.

What?

Well,
after last night's rejection,

I didn't think you'd like it.

I'd like us to remain friends.

Good, kind, close friends.

Just not that close.

Where does Martha
get these novels from?

Oh, I don't know.

She probably pilfers
the odd little volume

from the library
and then puts it back

before anyone's noticed.

Charles would never notice.

He only uses the library
to smoke in.

Well, I'll have a word
with her myself

at some point before I leave.

Did you sleep well?

I never sleep well.

I told you that yesterday.

I've been telling you
the same thing in my letters

for months.

Well, what does Steph say
about these dizzy spells?

Oh, that it's some sort
of inner-ear thing,

or that I'm not eating properly.

Which I'm not.

Again, not for months.

It's just...

...when one's low,

it's always hard to resist
that niggling anxiety

that it could be
something worse.

You need fresh air.

I have more fresh air
than I know what to do with.

Fresh air and exercise.

That's your answer
to everything.

Well, there's a good reason
for that.

It works.

It's all been
very unfortunate.

But when did this happen,
Miss Walker?

Just this morning.

Well, she left
just this morning.

It's been brewing for a while.

Oh, no.

And where has Miss Rawson gone?

Back to her parents'?

Back to Mill House.
Yes, back to her parents.

I've said it before
and I should've stuck to it -

young and old don't suit.

Anyway, the good news...

Oh, good news!

...is that Miss Rogers
is coming to be with me.

Miss Rogers?

Oh, yeah, well,
you won't know her.

Miss - soon to be Mrs - Rogers.

Oh, is she...?
That's... Is she...?

Oh, she's a lady
of more senior years,

assuming the brevet "missus"
through seniority of years,

not because she's marrying
someone of the same name,

- no.
- No.

I have met her several times
and, yes,

yes, I think we'll be
better suited.

It was
elderly Mrs Rawson's idea.

She's, erm,

she's very taken up
with your sister, isn't she?

Mrs Rawson.

Oh, yes. Yes.

She's always been fond
of Anne's company.

It's mutual.

Anne's always enjoyed
the company

of more senior ladies.

She says they're so much wiser
than younger ladies.

Of course, she does like
younger ladies as well.

But in a different way. Obviously.

And, er, how is my niece?

Oh, she's very well.

Very well indeed.

Is it a good idea,
Captain Lister, a britzka?

At his age?

Look.

What?

There.

What am I looking at?

In the tan-coloured waistcoat.
That's the Grantham boy.

Good Lord, he's grown.

He has the same build
as Charles.

Good heavens,
he walks like him.

All the other servants know.

How?

Well, apart from the fact
that he looks so like him,

he makes
such a conspicuous fuss of him.

The other day I saw them
laughing together

and then he gave him
a sovereign.

Right in front of Grantham.

He didn't know I'd seen.

I was watching
at an upstairs window.

Secrets and lies.

Isn't life sordid and banal?

It's a good job we get harder
as we get older,

or Lord knows how we'd get
to the end of each day.

I'm sorry.

I wish you could stay longer.

I can't.

I have to attend this meeting

with the shareholders
of the navigation.

Listen.

I know it doesn't always
sound like it,

but in my more equitable moments...

...if it really is
what you want...

...if she really does make you
feel settled and content...

...well, then, how can I be

anything other than thankful
for it?

It's just there are
so few things in this world

more important to me
than your happiness.

So if I've been unable
to make you happy,

then should I not rejoice
that there lives one who can?

Mary.

This whole thing...

...need cause no interruption
to our friendship.

No.

No, but, erm...

I think if I did come to stay
with you,

that we would all be...

...pleasant enough
during the day

and we'd all get along
perfectly civilly

with one another, but I...

...don't think I could bear

to see her go off to bed
with you at night.

Well...

...we are where we are.

And it is all your own doing.

There's no other
human influence...

No, stop. Stop saying that.

- ...but yours.
- Stop it.

We're going around in circles.

I just hope
that you don't forget

the nights
that we had together.

I'm not likely to.

Do you remember that night
in Scarborough?

In the thunderstorm.

You made love to me all night.

By the sea.

And the sun came up,

and we hadn't slept all night,
not for a moment.

I think that was the most
blissful few hours of my life.

Scarborough, sadly,

for me, is marred
by other memories, too.

Oh...

You know, one of the things
about Miss Walker is

I never once, not ever,
got the impression

that she was embarrassed
by the way I look.

Well, if she'd seen you
in Scarborough in 1823,

you might have got
a different response.

Not just what I wear,
but my manner,

the way I walk, everything.

I've never once heard her say,

"Oh, why can't you be
more ladylike? "

Do you remember that first time
that you came

to my father's house
in Petergate?

Yes, what was it? 1814.

Oh, good Lord, 20 years ago.

I had to cry myself hoarse

before he'd let you
in the house, you had such a...

...reputation in York.

And I made myself ill,

properly ill,
just so they'd let you in.

I resent the fact
that you always imply

that I just went along
with everything,

that I never defended you,

that I showed no courage,
because it's just not true.

And the way that you imply
that I had any choice

in marrying Charles...

I mean, what young woman
in her right mind

would choose that?

You had a choice.

- You see?
- We always have a choice.

I had no choice!

You could've run away with me.

My family would have
disowned me.

Well, perhaps you should have
disowned them

for shackling you
to that...fat idiot.

We'd have been penniless.

Only until I inherited Shibden.

Which, what, would have been
another ten years?

Could well have been more
for all we...

I would have conquered empires
for you.

I would have made it answer.

We wouldn't have starved,
not even remotely.

But you doubted me.

You always doubted me.

Perhaps if I'd had the benefit
of a few more years,

I'd have been less cowed
by them.

Well...

Certainly, neither of us have
got anything to thank them for.

They...

They treated me abysmally,
your parents.

I didn't think at the time,
but looking back,

they must've been terrified
of you - to make me marry him.

Terrified of me?
Good Lord, I was 25.

I even wonder
if they didn't like him

any more than I did.

But he was just there.

Rich, available,
hideous and willing.

Ma'am,

there's a Mr James Ingham downstairs,

asking if you're at home.

Oh.

Is...? Where's...?

Is Miss Marian still out
with Captain Lister?

Yes, ma'am.

Oh, erm...

Er, well, show him
into the drawing room.

Mr Ingham.

Miss Walker.

How...how are you?

Well...enough, I think.

You look well.

I am.

Would you like to sit down?

Are you...alone?

Oh, well, Aunt Anne, erm,

Miss Lister,
Miss Marian's Aunt Anne,

is upstairs.
She has ulcers on her...

She's expecting Mr Sunderland,
her doctor,

- at any moment.
- Ah.

And Miss Lister is in Cheshire.

She's gone to spend two nights
with her friend Mrs Lawton,

of Lawton Hall.

So, how long
have you been here?

Since September.

After we returned
from travelling.

Miss Lister and I,
we went to the Alps,

via Paris!

And any number of other
small towns and villages.

It was the most extraordinary
thing I've ever done.

How wonderful.

It was. Oh, it really was.

I-I... I'm trying to paint. Paintings.

From preliminary sketches
I made.

Miss Lister's really clever.

She knows all the best things
to see and to do.

We hope to travel more -
it's one of her passions.

I don't know a lot
about Miss Lister.

I know she's...

Isn't she meant to be, erm,

sort of eccentric?

Yes, I've never found her so.

I've always just found her
to be very clever

and very interesting.

No, you should come by
when she's here and say hello.

Oh, it is nice to see you, James.

Aw.

And my brother got married.

Yes, I think I knew that.

Why weren't you there?
You and Elizabeth.

I don't...

You were in mourning.

It was just after John died.

Was it?

Four years ago,
good heavens.

What a tragedy. Poor fellow.

I am sorry.

I think it was after that I...

I got so low in spirits...

But you do look
very, very happy now.

Oh, well, Miss Lister's been...

...ridiculously kind to me.

Oh.

Well, I had come...

What, James?

People keep telling me
I ought to get married.

Your name was mentioned.

By who?

Your cousin, Mr Priestley.

He visited us in Mirfield
a few weeks ago.

Did he?

It would be a no, I'm afraid.

I'm really very happy
where I am.

What else did my cousin
Mr Priestley say?

That you didn't quite know
what you'd got yourself into...

...here.

I'm really very happy...here.

And my cousin Mr Priestley
needs to understand that.

Look at it.
It's like the Bastille.

Ah, there you are.

There was a letter for you
in the postbag, Miss Lister.

Ah.

I've left it on the table
in the drawing room.

I'm just popping
into the village.

Don't forget we have

the Reverend Ford
and Captain Mainwaring

coming for dinner tonight, Mariana.

Not the most rewarding company,
I'm afraid, Miss Lister.

Mainwaring's a radical,
bit of a firebrand.

Oh, dear.

And Ford's just the usual sort
of irritating little clergyman

they tend to inflict on us
around here.

So we'll be relying on your
abundant wit and charisma

to keep us entertained.

Fergus, Captain, Teddy,
come on.

Good boys. Hurry up. Yeah!

Is it from her?

Yes.

Can I see the handwriting?

You can read it to me
if you like.

Oh! Good Lord...

"My..." What is it?
"...dearest..."

What does that say?

Anne.

"I..."

Oh, I'm sorry, you're going
to have to read this to me.

"My dearest Anne...

"I hope you arrived safely
and not too late in the evening

"and that you find
all at Lawton well

"and in cheerful spirits."

Aw.

"I hope the weather
was kind to you

"as you crossed the Pennines."

It was.

"It has been rather indifferent here,

"with persistent showers

"which persuaded me
against venturing outdoors

"this afternoon

"for more than five
or six minutes."

'Your aunt suffered
a slight spasm

"just before luncheon today,

"but since Mr Sunderland
is due to visit tomorrow,

"she insisted Marian
not trouble him any sooner."

Mm.

"She was quite low
during the day following this,

"but rallied
towards the evening

"when she played
four rounds of hearts

"in which your father
trumped..."

Trumped? "...triumphed,

"much to his delight.

"I think, on the quiet,
he is as..."

"...competitive as you are."

No, he isn't.

"All else is well here,
and if the rain stay off..."

I think she means
if the rain stays off.

Or if the rains stay off.

Who knows?

"...I shall venture out tomorrow.

"Please remember
to give Mrs Lawton

"my very best regards

"and tell her I look forward
to a time

"when I can welcome her
at Shibden

"in the, I hope,
not too distant future."

Oh.

She writes to you
like a dutiful schoolgirl.

And you
with your towering intellect...

She always surprises me.

When we were travelling
through France,

a lot of it was difficult
and the weather was bad,

and she complained,
and we did fight.

A little.

But when we were
up in the mountains

and we were really
battling with the elements...

...she became so alive.

It was such a delight to see...

...after she'd led
such a sheltered life.

I think there's
a lot more to her

than anyone's yet seen.

Even me.

Well, let's hope
that you're right.

And you say she asked after me?

Mm!

And I think
if you were gracious enough

to venture over there and offer
the olive branch again,

you might meet
with a very different reception

to the last.

And how did you get on
with the britzka?

Oh, Aunt, you've...

We've got to stop him.

If Anne had been with him
on that journey today,

she'd have been livid.

May I...?

Would you mind
if I took my tea upstairs,

to my little sitting room?

I'd like to paint a little more
before the light goes.

Yes, yes, of course.
You must do whatever you like.

- No need to ask permission.
- You go up, Miss Walker.

I'll ask Mrs Cordingley
to bring you a tray.

Thank you.

He's bruised his spine.
That's why he's lying down.

He's going to cause himself
a mischief.

Well, I think if he can't learn
a lesson from a bruised spine,

there's very little I can say
to alter the situation.

Is...

Is Miss Walker comfortable
with us, do you think?

I think she's fitting in
very well, don't you?

It's odd of Anne

to leave her alone with us
and go off to Mrs Lawton's.

I don't...

I've never liked Mrs Lawton.

She's used Anne so much
over the years.

And Miss Walker
is so devoted to her,

- and I just...
- I know, I know, I know.

I just hope Miss Walker is...

...enough for her.

Well, then!

Well, no, there are references
in scripture that point

to the origins
of the sign of the cross.

No, no, no,
there really aren't.

Oblique references, perhaps,

but there they are,
for all to see,

if you know how to look.

Tertullian in the year 200
was the first person to say...

Who?

"We wear
our foreheads out

"with the sign of the cross."

Good old Tertullian. Absolutely.

Bear with me,
and consider Ezekiel,

who tells us that
the Lord said unto him,

"Go through the city,
through Jerusalem,

"and set a mark
upon the foreheads

"of the men that sigh
for all the abominations

"that have been done
in the midst thereof."

Well, yes, that's...

- But...
- Revelations.

"They were told not to harm

"the grass of the earth
or any plant or tree,

"but only those people
who did not have

"the seal of God
on their foreheads."

"And then I looked, and behold,

"on Mount Zion stood the Lamb,
and with him 144,000,

"and they had his name,
and his Father's name,

"written on their foreheads.

"Surely, this is
all part and parcel

"of the origins
of the sign of the cross.

"The place on the body,
not just the symbol."

Can I come in for a minute?

That would have been

a very dull evening
without you.

Do you know,
I often think I can trace

all nobility of mind
that I've ever felt

back to your influence.

You're flattering me.

What time has Joseph ordered
your horses tomorrow?

George. 12 noon.

So you can come to church
with me, then, in the morning,

before you leave?

Of course.

And then I could come with you
as far as Middlewich,

if you'd like.

- To keep you company.
- If you'd like to.

I wasn't flattering you.

Well, I was,
but only because it's true.

When I think of
the tawdry day-to-day here,

in contrast,
it's your influence

that I hold on to in here.

It's your image that stops me
giving in to despair.

Mary, you must put your faith
in God.

Yes, I know that. And I do.
And I will.

I didn't tell you everything
this morning about Charles.

And if I don't tell you now,

it's not the sort of thing
you can put in a letter.

He's been...

His niece.

His brother's youngest.

Will... Poor William's sister.
He's been pestering her.

Touching her.

Cornering her and inflicting
himself upon her.

She's 18. Just gone 18.

No.

They live on the other side
of the village.

- No.
- She came to me.

She and her mother,

who I never really got on with,
but it seems, yes,

he's been saying things,
lewd things.

And...

...he's had his tongue
in her mouth.

And we all know
that's the next thing before...

Has he debauched her?

We don't think so, no.

But the poor girl was in tears
and could barely articulate it,

so who knows?

Lord, I hope not.

So I spoke to Charles,
and of course he denies it,

says it's nonsense.
But why would she make that up?

And then
the stupidest thing is

he's talked about
moving her in, here.

- What?
- He's deluded.

Cos he's infatuated with her,
so all common sense

has flown out the window
and he doesn't realise

how blatant and sordid
it all looks to everyone else.

Good God.

So when he said he was going
to the village this morning,

that's where he goes.

You see, she has no father and
now no brother to protect her.

And Charles is the big fish

and thinks
he can do what he likes.

And he can do what he likes,
more or less.

And here I am, his wife.

Redundant and ridiculous.

And trapped here.

Come here.

If he does insist
on bringing the girl here,

in whatever guise,

or if anything comes out
about him and her,

then you must leave.

Immediately.
You must go to Steph.

Or come to me at Shibden.

Good Lord, Mary.

I am...

I am so, so sorry.

It's been so nice
having you here.

You do still love me,
don't you?

You know I do.

Don't.

I-I... I can't.

Why not?

Why not? Can we not have
one last kiss in this life

before we turn to dust?

The King had no right to ask

for Melbourne's resignation
in the first place.

Nonsense. It's within the
constitution. He had every...

No, no, no.

The constitution depends

upon the compliance
of the body politic.

All very well
and good for those in power

when the people had no voice,
but now...

The King has every right

to protect the institutions,
within government,

that offer the country
its stability.

But the country
isn't stable. It isn't stable

precisely because
of those institutions of state

that the working man

now knows don't protect
his interests at all.

The people will roar
in this election, Mr Lawton.

- They will roar.
- Rubbish!

She says the work's too hard
and it doesn't suit her.

Work is hard, Martha.

Whatever station in life
we're born into.

Everyone is met
with challenges.

But it's our duty, all of us,
to accept our allotted tasks,

desirable or otherwise,
and perform them

to the best of our abilities.

She keeps saying
she just wants to go home.

There's no place for you
at Shibden,

if you don't do well here.

All of this crying,

it's a bit too clever
for my liking.

I'm not falling for it.

Someone like you needs
to impress

the people you work for, so you
can take away good references.

If Mrs Lawton was asked for
a reference now,

she'd have to say
you didn't like to work,

complained a lot
and were sulky.

Then where would you be?

What sort of work
would suit you,

do you think, Martha?

Milking cows. Cooking.
Like at home.

Well, the Reverend Mr Wood
in Middlewich is looking

for a kitchen hand.
I'm sure that he'd be...

Well, if not that,
then you must stay here,

promise to work hard,

and endeavour to make
a good impression

on Mrs Duff and Mrs Lawton.

And promise me that, in future,

you will take influence
only from those people

who you know to be
of good character.

And then, when you come home

and visit your father
and your sisters,

and my aunt and my father
and Miss Marian

and me and Miss Walker,

we needn't be ashamed of you.

Go on.

Oh, we'll sort her out.

Are you still coming to church?

Ye that do
truly and earnestly repent you

of your sins

and are in love and charity
of your neighbours

and intend to lead
a new life

following the commandments
of God and walking

from henceforth
in his holy ways,

meekly kneeling on your knees.

I don't know why you're being
so hard on yourself, Fred.

Nothing's changed.

And I haven't slept so well
for months.

Be aware that I show Adney
all my letters.

So be careful what you put.

I'm not the other woman.

She is.

What time do you expect
to arrive back at Shibden?

11. Half past. Hopefully,
no later than midnight.

Well, goodbye, then.

Give my regards to your aunt
and to your father

and to your sister.

And Miss Walker.

Oh, and for Miss Walker,
it's a little something.

It's nothing particular,

just a rather pretty
little pocket book

I saw in Chester
a few weeks ago.

What's the matter?

I don't think
it's quite the thing.

I thought you wanted me
and Miss Walker to be friends.

- Well, safe journey.
- Mm.

Hup, hup!

Oh!

Oh, John... John!
They're here.

Ma'am.

Yes. Hello.

How's our little Martha
getting on at Lawton Hall?

We'll discuss that.

Help your brother
with the carriage.

God.

I missed you.

Have you?

How was Mrs Lawton?

I've astonished myself

with how little
I've thought of her,

either going or returning.

I shan't leave you again.

Would you like some tea,
ma'am?

Tea - splendid! And then bed.

I love you.

13 to 11, carried,

in favour of the new part
of the canal being 50 feet

rather than 60 feet.

For the sake of £2,000...

Say something, madam.

I'm sure they'll listen to you.

May we move on

to the second resolution,
Mr Chairman?

We may. Order.

Order!

The second resolution

is that double
and parallel locks,

to act as side ponds,
be adopted.

Mr Rawdon Briggs?

I would like to propose
an amendment to that

and suggest that single locks,

similar to those
we already have,

be adopted.

I'll second that.

And I'd like to call on Mr Bull

to account for why
he seems determined

to mire us in unnecessary debt
and expense

at such a difficult time.

I have...

I've written answers

to this and other
anticipated objections.

If-if-if anyone would like to, erm...

- Mr Briggs.
- Mr Bull.

Parsimony, Mr Briggs,
is not always economy.

And I fear in this case,

you are advocating
the former and not the latter.

Mr Palmer,

who we've employed
at considerable expense

to draw up this plan,

is a man of great ability
and credit,

and I for one, one who,
by the way,

has read his report,
all of it,

cannot help agreeing with him
that whatever we do

should be done
in the best manner possible,

and that only the quantity
of our work

should be limited by our means,

not the quality.

- Hear, hear.
- Well said.

Well, then, madam,

you'd have us involved
in idiotic expense.

The trade in the town
does not require it,

nor will it ever.

Oh!

Oh, so you mean to limit
the progress of improvement

within the town by hindering
its capacity to transport

the goods it produces?

We all know
what the town is at present.

But who amongst us
dares venture to say

he knows how great
the town may become?

Let's put it to the vote, gentlemen.

And Miss Lister.

Those in favour of double
and parallel locks,

to act as side ponds,
show of hands.

And for single locks?

Double and parallel locks, carried.

According to
the Act of Parliament,

we have a right to ascertain

whether the majority is against
us not just in a show of hands,

but in the number
of shares owned.

Scrutiny! Scrutiny!

The committee will retire

and look at which side has it
by number of shares.

Well said, madam.

Mr Rawson.

Could I ask,

with the election
almost upon us,

on behalf
of Mr Wortley's committee

if we may rely,
as we usually do,

on the support of everyone
at Shibden Hall?

Of course.

Us Blues must stick together,

put our differences aside -

briefly -

in such challenging times.

Good. My brother feels the same

and will be gratified
to hear it.

Mm.

Is this generally the way

with public meetings
in Halifax?

Well, it's not...

We treat a great concern
like a little one,

we prate like a parcel
of children.

Well, thank goodness
you're here.

Oh, I know my being here,
and speaking,

will be talked of, but...

If such be public meetings
in Halifax,

I can see there is a sad want
for some mastermind

to lead the multitude.

Miss Lister, how do you do?
John Abbott.

We meet at last,
and I'm so delighted

to make your acquaintance.

And well said, madam.

Mr Rawson, how d'you do?

Mr Abbott.

Absolutely. Hear, hear.

Why spend £40,000
on an indifferent job

when another £10,000
would secure a good one?

Order.

Can we call the meeting
to order?

For single locks, 176.

And for double locks, 188.

Double and parallel locks,
to act as side ponds, carried.

Well, we'd best move a motion
to empower the committee

to borrow another £60,000
from the government.

Ridiculous. Short-sighted.

You will regret this.

In less than five years,
you will regret this.

Madam. Well done.
Very well done.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

- Well done.
- Thank you.

Miss Lister.

Mr Briggs.

An exciting choice -

to brave public opinion,

attending a meeting like this
at such a volatile time,

with the country on the brink
of civil unrest,

no doubt, come the election.

And you with your...

...unusual arrangement...

...up at Shibden Hall...

...with Miss Walker.

I beg your pardon?

You should be more careful...

...Gentleman Jack.

That's her, that's...