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The loan is secured against your interest in the foundry

- and against Trenchard Imports. - Good.

It was His Lordship's brother.

I've seen him, same place I go.

- What about the baby's father? - That's why I came to London--

to find him.

You may not be able to speak frankly, but I can.

I'm falling in love with you.

He and the Duchess have invited us

to lunch with them on Saturday. - I am simply refusing.

No one will ever see it.

I promise you.

I think perhaps... she can't love me.

If Peter continues to improve,

do you think we might consider reintroducing him to society?

As soon as he is recovered,

you leave this house, and you do not come back!

We did request a banker's draft.

- It isn't usual practice. - You knew we had to act quickly.

Mr. Bricus?

What is wrong with my money, huh?

I reckon he's got a fancy woman.

- He writes to her. - What?

Reverend Trenchard is extremely sick.

He's asked to see you.

Mr. Keck. You were in Paris a long while.

How would you feel about going back?

You are not Father's son.

Liar.

Thank you, dear.

She's been marvelous company for me

now that Emily is so often out.

Emily told me she has a very sad past.

I've always thought she must have done.

Well, apparently she was seduced by a man in her hometown,

and then he left her,

and she had a baby, and the poor little baby died.

That's dreadful.

How are you, my darling?

You look a little tired, if you don't mind me saying so?

You're not unhappy, are you?

I couldn't bear that. I really couldn't.

No. No, I'm fine.

Small difficulties.

So, Emily--

I had hoped to see her.

She's still extremely busy with the bazaar, I take it?

No, no, no, not with the bazaar,

with poor Reverend James.

What do you mean?

I thought Frederick would have told you.

He's dreadfully ill, and he may not recover.

- James? - Emily's devoted to him.

I rather think she's pictured a future with him.

I mean, she's there every minute,

helping his housekeeper to... to care for him.

Father...

James...

It's Frederick, Father.

James...

James...

I have spent the last two days

studying my grandfather's accounts.

I wanted answers as to how he built his company

so quickly and efficiently from nothing.

He borrowed. At times he borrowed

over three times the value of his assets.

It is as I've always said. We are too cautious.

I am a Trenchard and will not be held back

by those with less courage than myself.

So, I take it you wish to borrow more and invest it in what?

- The silver mine? - Yes.

The Marquise sent me some updated forecasts.

- They're highly impressive. - They're certainly optimistic.

If they're correct, we would see a yield of 25 to 30 percent--

What if they're wrong? There's a lot we don't know.

How much silver is left in the mine?

What happens if there's an act of God--

We will thrash out the details.

Do you have a specific reason

for being wary of the investment?

No, Your Lordship.

So, then what will you borrow against?

Your estate in Somerset?

- Your property on Eaton Square? - Absolutely not.

We borrow whatever's left against the Foundry,

against Trenchard Imports, against the patents.

Speak to the bank today, Ross.

I deeply regret what happened on the heath.

I've thought of little else.

I wish I'd been able to predict Peter's seizure

and that I'd been able to prevent your children,

in particular, from witnessing it.

Is the Duke still determined that Peter be sent away?

Yes. Dr. Moorcroft is to make arrangements for Peter

to go and live at a clinic in Switzerland

for the rest of his life.

He will be gone by the end of the year.

Duchess, a thought occurred to me.

Do you remember Dr. Kerry?

- He runs the clinic in Kent. - Yes, of course.

Dr. Kerry and his wife are the very best of people.

They have not been able to have children.

They have a warm, beautiful home,

filled with love, and it occurred to me

that they might be agreeable to Peter living with them.

And you could visit whenever you--

It's a kind thought,

but I'm afraid the Duke would never agree to it.

I have also been thinking about what happened on the heath

and hoping that you were not distracted

by the presence of Lady Trenchard.

I understand she was with you.

May I ask why?

Lady Trenchard is another of my patients, Your Grace.

She finds the clamor of London a little overwhelming,

so I suggested that she take some fresh air.

She did so on only two occasions.

I hope I have not been mistaken in placing my trust in you.

You haven't, and I am grateful for that trust.

Truly, Your Grace, I couldn't value it more highly.

Good evening.

Frederick...

I saw my mother today...

and she told me that James is extremely ill.

Did you know?

- I take it you did. - Yes.

Frederick, please, would you consider going to see him?

- I could go with you-- - I have seen him.

- When? - He did his utmost, as ever,

to try to destroy and discredit me.

What do you mean?

Clara, I did what you would have me do.

I went to him at his request.

I heard what he had to say. Let us leave it at that.

But how did he seem?

- Do you think he will recover? - I really don't know.

Can you please respect the fact

that I do not wish to discuss my brother?

- But-- - Please!

Can we please now go about our lives

like any other couple without this constant drama,

this constant provocation?

I don't mean to provoke you.

I know.

It's late, so...

I'm here if you need me.

I dearly wish I could visit him, but it's out of the question.

Do you know what's wrong with him, exactly?

No, only that he might not survive.

I'll write to Emily.

Well, he's very young, isn't he?

It's likely he will recover.

And with your sister caring for him...

I think she loves him.

I think she hopes to marry him.

What must she be going through?

I'm not sure the Reverend is the marrying kind.

I can't tell you how I come to think this, Your Ladyship,

but you know I'm not one to speak lightly.

I don't think he could ever love... a woman

in the way she would want to be loved,

even a woman as deserving as your sister.

"But Martha was cumbered by much serving

and came to him and said, Lord, dost thou not see

that my sister hath left me to serve alone?'"

Nell, thank you for coming.

How is he, Miss Dunn?

Physically, the doctor says he's mending,

but he is still refusing to eat.

I fear he doesn't wish to live anymore.

Forgive me, but...

sorry, I would be so grateful if you would talk to him.

Please.

Nell...

Is it the loneliness, Reverend...

which frightens you?

I'm... I'm not frightened.

I'm guilty...

of so many sins.

I'm not fit to walk upon the Earth.

Certainly not fit to stand in a pulpit

and pretend I know how people should behave.

Your words...

your thoughts...

have often been all that holds me to the world.

If there's wickedness in you,

there is so much more in me and--

Nell, you don't understand.

God despises me, rightly.

He's... He's turned his back on me.

I think you're wrong.

I think that's something we tell ourselves

to justify our inability to face the truth

and live with it, day after painful day.

The least we can do is dedicate our lives to others

our usefulness, our hearts.

Through serving others, we are serving God

and reaching for a way back to him.

I'm certain of that now.

Only try...

and you will see it, too.

What happened with Peter,

it feels like a warning shot...

or a bad omen.

I don't believe in omens, bad or good.

But yes, I do understand what you're saying.

One word from the Duchess,

and my career would be at an end in society circles

and your reputation,

it's infinitely more important than that.

We need to stop seeing each other.

Or we don't...

Or we don't.

I would give up any hope of a career in London

if it meant I could be with you.

Clara, we could go anywhere... We could start again--

- Stephen, stop, please-- - We could go overseas.

What would it matter as long as we were together?

This is our one life!

Our one chance of happiness--

Stephen, stop! Please. I...

I gave my heart to Frederick.

He's not worthy of you. You know he's not.

He is. I still believe he is.

Why?

Sorry.

But don't refuse me, at least not yet.

Please think of what we could share.

I long for you... every part of you.

And I... I love you.

And I will always be here waiting for you.

Get what they're worth this time.

Mm-hmm.

A bottle of Madeira and one of sherry, was it?

Mr. Enright said he thought

things had started going missing.

You can't tell him. Please.

Oh, I get it! Wanting more,

wanting even a bit of what the other lot have.

But you don't bite the hand that feeds you.

Give in your notice tomorrow, and I'll keep quiet.

That's the best I can offer.

What if I told you something? Information--

something you'd really, really want to know.

- Like what? - Something about your husband

and what he gets up to behind your back.

Mawd.

Morning, Mr. Enright.

As usual.

- Give it to me. - Sorry...

A word to anyone,

and I'll put you on the streets. Yes?

I'll deal with this.

Ah, welcome back, Mr. Keck.

So, there was a peasant in a village in the Charente,

a drunkard.

He had eight children,

the last of which thought she was different from the rest,

prettier, cleverer-- Mathilde Balmadier.

She heard about a man living in a rundown house close by.

He was a descendent of the Marquis D'Étagnac.

She sought him out, seduced him, married him.

There was no money, but now she had the title,

and she set about borrowing on the strength of it.

The banks--they were taken in.

She does have money,

but it is money she owes to someone else.

She robs Peter to pay Paul on an astronomical scale.

I did hear something rather surprising yesterday

from my dear friend Lady Harrow.

Ah, yes?

That Lady Trenchard was seen walking on a heath,

with a gentleman-- not Lord Trenchard.

Really?

And apparently, she had no one in attendance.

I happen to know that Lady Trenchard has been using

the services of a physician

who prescribes fresh air and walking

as a cure for anxieties and such like.

Ah, dear.

I warned Lady Trenchard this day would come,

and now, ah, dear, it has.

But here's the thing. I had a tip-off

and paid a visit to the Paris Law Courts.

There are seven outstanding cases against her...

...debt and fraud,

but they're languishing.

As soon as they seem to be progressing,

they get shelved--interventions from her powerful friends.

There are two cases in which the plaintiffs committed suicide

before their cases were heard.

My God...

My bet is, she's realized it's only a matter of time

before a case gets through.

So, she packed her bags and came here.

And where better than Belgravia to find your next dupe?

I think dear Lady Trenchard has been spending

a little too much time with a certain group of gentlemen--

what she calls "Bohemians," an artist, poets.

And then, there is this doctor, who she speaks of constantly...

With legitimate reason, as I've said.

Oh, of course.

But I believe our dear Clara

has allowed herself

to be seduced...

...by a world very different from our own,

where our standards do not apply.

Mr. Ross. What a pleasant surprise.

Madame.

Please.

Madame Fourcade is bringing us champagne.

- Oh, no need. - I intend to have a glass.

It has been a busy day.

So, I assume you are here about our latest projected profits?

- Wonderful, are they not? - They are.

In fact, one might say they're too good to be true.

On the contrary, we have been conservative,

have we not, Giovan-Lucca? Have you?

To me, they seem like figures plucked out of thin air.

In fact, I'm starting to wonder

if this whole silver mine of yours

is the stuff of fairy tales.

I don't think Lord Trenchard would like the way

you are speaking to me, and nor do I.

Well, let's send for him then, shall we?

And we can all talk about this together...

Mademoiselle Balmadier.

What do you want, Mr. Ross?

Now that's interesting.

You didn't speak English last week.

You think you are the first person to come to us

with absurd accusations about Madame's past?

Oh, I doubt very much I'm the first.

Where there is great wealth, it is inevitable,

but their allegations have always been disproved.

You really think people will listen

to a little man like you over me?

I think they'll listen...

enough for you to have to stop what you're about.

Lord Trenchard is very impressed with your figures,

so much so, he wants to invest more money

a great deal more.

I want half of that money.

Such loyalty.

Loyalty has to be earned.

Half of it... in cash.

You never see me or hear of me again.

Nous devons partir.

Non, nous attendons.

C'est trop dangereux.

So, what does he know?

A lot. We need to leave tonight.

I'm saying we stay. Tomorrow he brings the money.

By which time he could have told anyone.

- She's right. - I know him.

He won't talk.

I agree. We hold our nerve.

It could be the largest sum we've seen.

We let Ross leave with his 30 pieces of silver.

And then he talks. What's to stop him?

He won't have a chance to talk.

It's been far too long since I saw you both.

Thank you for inviting us.

I wondered if you'd seen Clara recently.

Oh, yes. She tries to-- to call whenever she can,

although she, well, she's very busy.

Why do you ask?

You must forgive me, but in certain circumstances,

I believe it is better to be frank.

Oh, I agree. Oh, we like frank.

Emily is very, very fond of frank.

It has been brought to my attention

that she is struggling somewhat

to adapt to the responsibilities of marriage.

I wondered if you would talk to her soon

and suggest she might devote her energies and attentions

to her house and to her husband rather than elsewhere.

Yes.

Might I ask who has brought this to your attention?

I'm afraid there has been a degree of talk recently--

Because you see, I know my Clara.

She is a very sensitive and thoughtful girl.

She simply pours love into everything that is dear to her.

There is no one with a larger heart.

So, if she is struggling in some way,

it will not be her fault. It will be someone else's.

Miss Dunn, Your Ladyship.

How is James? Please tell me he's better.

- I believe he's out of danger. - Thank God. Thank God.

Is Frederick in?

No. What's the matter?

Mother and I have just suffered the unspeakable indignity

of listening to the Duchess of Rochester--

the Duchess of Rochester, warning us about the dangers

of your reckless and inappropriate behavior.

What?

Apparently, there is talk about you,

which is exactly what I told you would happen!

Your reputation is ruined. What she hinted at

will be a fraction of what is being said!

What is being said? By whom? I haven't done any--

- Don't you lie to me! - I'm not, Emily--

I hate you!

In this moment, I truly... hate you.

You are ruining my chances of happiness with James.

You are ruining mother's last years.

You have everything, and still it is not enough!

Still, you look for more and more

and let everybody else just drown in your wake!

Please...

Please, just apologize to Frederick

for everything you've done.

Please...

Please just be quiet and good.

I used to say that to you all the time

when you were little. Do you remember?

Yes...

You don't know what it's like, Em.

It's so difficult.

It's more difficult than you could ever imagine.

I've tried everything to make Frederick love me, and he...

Try harder.

I don't know if one can ever really know someone.

You think you've found solid ground and then...

it's so much more complicated than that.

Em...

I don't think you should marry James.

I don't think you can really know him.

Don't compare James with Frederick.

James is worth ten of Frederick.

- A hundred. - Em...

You know, if there was any justice in this world,

James would be Lord Trenchard,

and your husband would be nothing--

less than nothing.

And perhaps then you wouldn't feel

you had the right to play fast and loose

with other people's happiness!

Not that you would have married him, of course,

because God forbid that you don't get to be

the great Lady Trenchard.

What are you talking about?

He hasn't told you, has he?

Glad you're here. I want you to look at something.

Some sort of report on his Lordship.

What on earth is this?

My husband wrote it.

He writes every few weeks, apparently,

gives them to a maid to post.

Post where?

To a post office in France.

Oh, no...

Oh, no.

This is too good.

Looks like he's spying for someone.

What do you think he's playing at?

I'm gonna ask him... tonight.

I'm going to get the truth out of him.

No, no, listen to me. I'm leaving.

By this time tomorrow, I'll be gone.

Let's just say it's a change of fortune and not for the worse.

So, hold off on this, will you, till I've gone?

Just for old time's sake.

Take me with you.

I can't. It's best you stay here.

Are you just like all the rest,

promise big things but can't deliver?

You like me, don't you?

I can't stand another moment with him. You know I can't.

All right then.

But I'll need that.

You best be ready.

Tomorrow afternoon. I'll come for you.

I can't tell you how much this means to me.

Dear, dear Emily...

you are the finest friend I could ever wish for.

Frederick...

I have thought a great deal about this,

about how to act for the best.

I believe I know you rather well,

and I think you would wish to know

if things were being said...

...about Clara.

Au revoir, Monsieur.

Look away.

Bâtard.

Oh, I thought I'd lost that. That's the address

the Duchess gave me a little while ago.

I didn't like to ask her again. Thank you, dear.

Frederick, how are you?

You have succeeded, it seems, in your desire to humiliate me.

Your infidelity is now the talk of Belgravia.

What?

You have disregarded and betrayed me

as people always do.

It seems that is my lot in life.

I had hoped...

how I dared to hope it would be different with you.

What has been said?

I must demand that you never, never, see that man again,

that you do not go near that house in Bloomsbury again

or have any further dealings with anyone who lives there.

I have never been unfaithful.

All I have done is...

I've made some friends who seem

- to want to be with me-- - I don't wish to hear it.

And I walked twice with Dr. Ellerby on the heath,

but Peter was there. We were never alone.

God knows, I don't wish to hear it!

Well, you should!

Why do you choose to believe the gossip and the hearsay,

instead of coming to me and asking me for the truth?

I would always tell you the truth.

Because I don't trust you anymore!

I don't know who you are anymore.

You do! Frederick, please stop this isn't you.

- Please! - In the eyes of the world,

we will continue to live as man and wife.

But from now on, relations between us are at an end.

Do you really think I will consent to live like that?

You never trusted me.

Right from the start,

because you don't know how to trust.

To say that you always knew I would betray you--

that's the problem. Don't you see?

It's at the heart of everything!

You never believed I could love you!

I pity you for the damage which was done to you,

for the lies you were told.

For the way your so-called father treated you--

What have you been told?!

I forbid you to repeat a single word--

Of course I won't!

- Is that what you think of me? - Have you told him?

Have you told that man?!

Frederick! What does any of it matter?!

I love you! I would have loved you forever!

You have broken my heart...

Your Ladyship, come, come, sit down.

No. I'm leaving. I'm leaving London.

Pack a bag for me, only what I can carry.

You can't leave, Your Ladyship?

- Wait a few minutes-- - I can't stay here.

I'd rather die.

I would rather die.

Then I'm coming with you.

Where you go... I go.

Right then.

I'll... I'll fetch a bag!

Find a hansom cab, will you?

Ask the driver to be on the far corner

of the Square in 15 minutes.

Go.

Bloomsbury. Quickly.

We can't go there, Your Ladyship.

- You know we can't. - I have to see him.

I need to say goodbye. He deserves that much.

And he ought to know what's happened.

Nell?

Don't let anyone in! Anyone!

He is in?

Clara?

Clara...

Stay away, please, sir.

Clara, please, wait! I can explain...

You don't need to explain.

I... I knew her...

in the town where we lived...

It was you.

The father of her child.

I didn't know! I swear I didn't know!

Please, Clara, allow me a few minutes,

and then I'll come to you, wherever you are...

No.

Why are you standing there?

Go back to her...

if you have any honor at all.

Please, can we leave now?

How much money do you have with you, Your Ladyship?

- Because I don't have much. - I have a few coins in my purse.

Do you think it's enough for a room?

- For tonight at least? - I won't stay in London.

Could we go to your mother,

- your sister? - No.

I won't inflict myself on them. I've done enough damage already.

I might have to slip back into the house,

- see if Mr. Fletcher-- - Mr. Ross perhaps...

Mr. Ross.

Your Ladyship.

Good heavens.

Good afternoon, Mr. Ross.

Whatever is the matter?

Can we go to your office, please?

Um...

as it happens, I'm in quite a hurry, but...

...come along with me, please.

We shall find somewhere nice and private, never fear.

We can't say a great deal, you understand,

but her Ladyship is in need of some financial assistance.

She wishes to leave London for a while,

stay somewhere quiet.

That's not a problem.

I can see you right.

- Thank you. - I'm honored to help. Honored.

And might I venture to say, with all respect,

he's not always an easy man.

- Where will you go? - We aren't sure yet.

If it helps...

I'm taking a coach out of London myself, five o'clock.

I've a business meeting in Hull.

You could travel with me.

You could stay anywhere north of London you wished.

And I don't mean to alarm you,

but you shouldn't be traveling alone,

not with the world as it is.

Where the hell is Ross? We have an appointment!

Good afternoon?

Hello?

Madame?

The Lord Trenchard, Your Grace.

Frederick.

I have, uh...

some devastating news.

I say. What is it, old man?

I, um... I'm afraid, um...

...the Marquise is not what we thought.

I've just been to her house. She's... she's gone.

She has...

I believe she has taken our money.

Right. Good Lord.

You don't seem surprised.

Oh, I am.

At least...

I must say I did receive

a somewhat concerning note from Nathaniel Rothschild.

Some rumors in Paris, apparently.

Well, well. What an actress.

Lesson learned.

Gamble, and one must be prepared to lose.

Lucky we didn't lose too much.

I was going to tell you, of course.

Touch embarrassing, to be honest.

I announced her with such fanfare.

The fewer people who know, the better.

Reputation... What?

Frederick?

Where's Enright?

Pack your bags and get out.

Sir?

How long have you been writing to her, reporting on me?

I...

How long?!

Did you suggest me to her?

- An obvious target? - Who do you mean?

Who else would you be writing to in France about me?

Did you give him the deeds to the house?

Ross!

- Did you give him the deeds? - No, Your Lordship.

Ask him-- - He's gone!

You...

You're the only one who ever seemed...

It's not what you think--

I want you gone within the hour.

I'm sorry. [crying] I'm sorry.

- You stupid old fool! - Madeleine--

You bloody, stupid old fool!

She's gone, m'lord...

No.

Clara?

Clara!

Reasonably comfortable room?

I hope it will suffice.

I'm only next door if you have need of me.

- Thank you. - No. No, an honor.

You have a good rest, Your Ladyship.

Things may seem better in the morning.

I told them that your maid was my sister, by the way.

I didn't mention your name.

So, no one will know that we were here, together.

What can he have done to drive you to this?

- I am going to retire now, so-- - To think of losing you.

A beautiful woman like you.

He must be out of his mind, huh?

Well, I'm here now.

Good night, Mr. Ross.

If I may...

Softest hand I've ever kissed.

Let go. Let go!

Let go! Get out!

I beg your pardon?

Get out now and don't come back.

We won't be travelling on with you,

so you can leave us alone.

Are you gonna let her speak to me like that--

We don't need your sort of help.

Oh, I think you do. Don't you think I deserve some gratitude?

Get out now, and keep your lecherous hands to yourself!

Bitch! Get off her!

Oh...

It's all right... It's... it's all right.

Oh, God.

We need to go.

A coach just came in.

We might just make it if we're quick.

- We can't leave him like this-- - We can.

We must.

Gather your things. Quickly now.

Quickly!

- Is he? - No. It's nothing.