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I've tried to leave you again.

Perhaps you were drunk when you were driving that gig when Henry Harcast had lost his leg.

Miss Lister, and Miss Walker.

It was a kiss in. Like married people kiss.

Right to Elizabeth, about dividing the estate.

Probably something we should have done before now.

It's all going to come to sack. Well, at the end of it all anyway.

Fairly certain we're heading towards an election at a bominable speech.

Not another one.

welcoming Mr. James Stuart Woodland.

Party party coming up the Hollyhives.

Cheers!

Let's go.

Gentlemen, I have to invite in.

Our body is your constituency here in Halifax.

I'm exceeding a number of those who support me on the roller page.

We're going to have a great day.

We're going to have a great day.

We're going to have a great opportunity.

We're going to have a great day.

We're going to have a great day.

We're going to have a great day.

We're going to have a great day.

We're going to have a great day.

We're going to have a great day.

We're going to have a great day.

We're going to have a great day.

We're going to have a great day.

We're going to have a great day.

We're going to have a great day.

You're going to have a great day,

and you're going to have a great day.

You'll have to keep still.

I was a workly, actually, same, Matthew, in his speech.

I couldn't hear him.

It was too noisy.

And there were a band playing on purposely.

A yellow band saw no one could hear him.

He's radical.

Apparently, we're Mr. Prothera, always speaking, though.

A band made up of blues did exactly the same thing, though.

No, they didn't.

No, they didn't.

No, they didn't.

The blues wouldn't sink to such low tactics.

I don't want to hear that repeated.

Ah, booth.

What's that?

I want you to go out to Brilly Hill and give John Bottonley

a message.

Tell him I've had a note from Mr. Hallward on behalf

of Mr. Whirly's election committee,

asking him to give both his votes for Mr. Whirly

first thing tomorrow morning.

Now, Mum.

No, next week after the election's over.

Yes, now, go.

Mr. Appet will be here this evening for an hour or so

in the drawing room.

If anyone would like to join us,

you'd all be more than welcome.

Father?

Right.

And?

Yes.

Anne, Miss Walker.

Abby and I will have a good fire in our little sitting room

upstairs.

So if anyone would like to join us,

it would be equally more than welcome there.

And, pardon?

Mr. Appet is a staunch blue.

I would have thought of that if nothing else would

encourage a more favourable opinion from you.

And so really, get the fact that he had the temerity

to come up and greet me the way he did at the navigation

meeting.

He was holding out an olive branch.

Yes, well, he needed to bother.

It was an embarrassment.

He's a chomp.

A chomp who dumped you.

Yes, well, that is, unfortunately, my objection to him too.

Sorry.

Hold on.

He had you on.

You shamelessly attend a meeting full of men.

He left you open to humiliation.

And the thing that embarrasses you

is that someone politely comes up and says hello.

I barely knew where to look.

And he didn't dump me.

What Mr. Rawson said about Miss Greenwood,

a field house was nonsense.

I've already explained this about 15 times.

He didn't visit you for weeks on it.

And you were upset.

Did he ever explain that?

Only that whenever he visited, he was always ignored.

That's not fair.

Your father and I had to have had tea with him

on several occasions and his mother.

Not ignored by you, aunt.

Mum?

Hi, John.

I don't want to disturb you at table.

No, come in.

John Bottoms who wasn't at home,

but his wife says he'll definitely be in by 9 o'clock.

And she'll send him down to speak to you the minute he get in.

Why?

I don't know.

You were only delivering a message.

That's just what she said.

Oh, except that he's already had two letters

from Mr. Wordless Committee, she said.

One telling him to go to the Talbot, first thing,

and another to the white swan.

That's clear enough.

If he goes to one place or the other.

Why is she sending him here?

It's just what she said.

Perhaps you doesn't want to vote for Mr. Wordless.

Yes, thank you, John.

That isn't the attitude, Father.

Can't you set the wigs' walls back into power, unchallenged?

We must do what we can, whether we have a vote or not.

If I have to write to Lady Stuart and tell her

that the right-minded people of Halifax

have failed to secure her nephew a seat in the House of Commons,

I shall be sick.

Mm-mm.

Nine o'clock and no job, ultimately.

Yeah, now I'm with Rob Ooh, he's a moderation.

Bringing people together.

That's how you run a government.

Yeah, certainly how you run a country.

Sometimes.

I think the old trouser as bad as the radical is worse, in fact,

because they should know better.

Of course, I'd never say that out loud in front of anyone

who mattered, but, no, they have a lot in common.

Me and Robert Peel, he's a self-made man.

Well, his father is.

So he's got the common torch and that goes a long way.

He's united the party, which the wigs will never do,

and he'll unite the country.

I've no doubt about that.

Is that your sister?

Is it?

Anne?

She's an ultra.

Doctor!

No, don't get up, Elizabeth.

It's gone nine.

Run up the hill and see where John Bottomely's got to.

And if he's turned out at home, go and tell your brother

to get over to him again at five o'clock in the morning

before he sets off to work.

And to take care, he gets down into Halifax to give a plump of him,

Mr. Wortley.

Both his votes for Mr. Wortley.

Yes, ma'am.

Hit bad.

Elizabeth?

It's this cold spell, ma'am.

All this makes it worse.

Mr. Sondland's here tomorrow to see my aunt.

Do you want me to ask him to look in on you?

Oh, no, no.

I don't want anybody put to any trouble.

Nonsense.

We can't expect a good day's work from you if you're in pain.

There'll be no we can do.

And then what?

Appensure take me outside and shoot me like she did Percy.

Don't.

Don't.

I'll sit the door.

Miss Lester.

Mr. Ept.

We meet again.

Yes, I was just saying to Marian, Miss Marian.

Would you excuse me?

A thousand things to do.

Yes, I was just saying I hope I didn't speak out of turn at the...

My name's your aunt.

The navigation meeting.

Oh, yes, sorry.

I'm busy busy.

Same as me.

Excellent.

Have you, erm...

told her?

No.

No.

Not yet.

No.

Ah, George.

George.

Is Miss Walker about?

Yes, sir.

Mr. Washington, mum.

Oh.

Well, Mr. Washington.

Miss Lester.

Miss Walker.

Polling is under way down in Halifax, at least.

Yes, ma'am.

And we've done our bit.

We've got John Bottomely down to the White's one at five o'clock this morning.

And we've badgered the fence-it-ism and the non-promises.

George, fetch another cup and saucer.

Well, not for me.

Thank you.

Erm...

Sit down, Mr. Washington.

Erm...

Have you had a letter from your sister in Scotland at Ulman?

No.

Oh.

She said she had written to you separately.

My penet will come today.

She's sent instruction for distresses to be made on.

Twenty-five of your tenants.

All for rent arrears.

Summer to claim goods to the value owed, but...

more than half a revictions.

Shall I read you the letter, ma'am?

Yes.

Erm...

Mr. Washington.

Since my sister is now requested a formal division of the joint property,

it strikes me as an opportune moment to put our house in order.

From the latest accounts you forwarded,

it is clear that a number of tenants sees a fallen into significant arrears.

Really?

How?

Erm...

I enclose a list of names, properties and actions to be taken,

and would be grateful if you could undertake the necessary steps

to employ a bail if we would carry out those actions.

How have these tenants is falling into a rears, Mr. Washington?

They do their best, ma'am.

And I do keep on at them those that are over.

Folk can't others find work.

Not without moving to the towns which they don't want to do or can't do.

Some of them are elderly.

And none of them are bad people.

I'd rather write 25 letters back to Scotland on behalf of them all

than serve any one of these distresses.

Well...

If that's what Mrs. Sutherland wants, if she believes that's the best way of going about it.

And there'll be new tenants to find, of course.

Yes, of course.

And we'll have to seek references to ascertain that they can pay.

Shall I wait till you've heard from her as well then, ma'am?

Shall I speak to a bail if...

Well, yes.

If Mrs. Sutherland thinks that's the right way forward,

then we should respect that and get home with it.

Right.

Is that everything?

Yes, ma'am.

Shall I see you tomorrow at the Stag said, ma'am? Christmas rent collection?

I'll be there at noon.

Why has she done that?

She doesn't write to me. She writes to everyone except me and then she's done that.

On the other hand, she's clearly got the message.

And perhaps that's why Washington didn't want to get involved and write to Elizabeth.

Because he suspected this might not follow.

Oh, that's Mr. Sunderland.

Very unpleasant.

Oh, dear, Sim fact.

And have you heard the report set afloat by the Wigs?

Oh, Mr. Wurkley, singing and drinking in public houses late into the night.

Good Lord.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Only now a lot of public houses in the night.

Oh.

They don't know depths to which they won't plummet.

But I remain optimistic.

Good.

Well said.

Mr. Sunderland.

How do I let we end?

Not least because Mr. Wurkley's committee has worked so tirelessly.

Mr. Ross and Mr. Norris, Mr. Waterhouse.

That's where we've wDiv judging our bit.

Well...

The saw is getting larger, and her pulse...

I'm happy enough with...

If she gets through the rest of the winter,

I'm confident she'll be with us a little while longer yet.

Is Captain Lister?

No, no, he's out.

In that...

Brittsker, he's going to kill Marion.

What would you mind taking a look at Mrs. Gordon's hip instead?

Ah, the perennial hip.

There's a Zondolins here to look at your hip.

Oh, oh, he's fine.

I don't need...

Nonsense, Mrs. Cordingly.

We can't see you suffering.

He's really a bad rather not.

Walk towards me.

Well, Dr. Kenny looked at it last winter,

and he said just before he came home from Copenhagen,

Mammy, he said there's nothing to be done, so...

And it gets easier when the weather gets warmer, so...

Come and sit here.

Oh, I don't... I don't even have to stand up again.

Well, walk towards me then.

You see, sometimes just a bit of manipulation

in exactly the right spot.

Ken...

I don't have being put.

And a bad hip's a bad hip.

I've seen it with all the boxes.

Now you can do one of us just can't let him bet all day.

So...

It's a message just to leave his scissors.

Let me see you out, Mr. Zondolins.

Castor oil, Mrs. Cordingly, if you have any.

A teaspoonful once a day,

but it'll only help if you're taken consistently

over a period of at least a month.

I'll call him again on Thursday,

and send for me again if I need it sooner.

Good morning, Mrs. Zondolins.

Oh, what?

That didn't mean...

I think the world of your own, you know what I do.

Why don't you go and stay with your sister

for a few days in Bingley?

Have a bit of a rest.

Oh, cook?

I'm sure I can find someone to step in.

Temporarily.

What, uh, see what she says.

Someone can drive you over to Bingley in the Brits' car.

I'll think about it, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am.

Sorry, ma'am.

They came in the post bag while you were upstairs.

It's perfectly affectionate in some ways,

and then oddly pragmatic in others.

She's saying that dividing the estate is something we should have done long before now.

It's only odd that it's taken her so long to reach that conclusion

and a letter from the lawyer.

Well, let's not quibble.

It's a step in the right direction, at least.

At last.

I wonder what time we'll hear anything about the polling today.

Oh, my name!

I repeat, Paul!

I'm with a rabbit girl!

I'm with a rabbit girl!

I'm with a rabbit girl!

George!

Mr Whitley. Do you know what they might publish at the start of the poll?

Miss Lister's something to find out.

Oh, seriously?

You get over one ridiculous injury,

and then you take the...

down-able thing out again.

Well, it would make me that has to sort out doctors and valets and one thing or another,

winning quits his milk.

Some sympathy might not go amiss.

Actually, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I might not go amiss.

Actually, lady.

For a self-inflicted injury,

when we have real illness in the house to contend with.

Mum, I wanted Mr Whitley, Mum,

and he said not to despair.

Read it out.

Mr Whitley, Tory party, 260 votes.

Mr Wood wig, 294 votes.

Protheral, the radical party, 273.

He's right.

We mustn't despair.

Poe continues all day tomorrow.

We knew.

Would we get back in?

As long as Whitley can pit Protheral to the post for the second proceed,

we'll be all right.

You must keep our nerve.

And you might want, Mum.

Mr Whitley said the committee itself hasn't even voted yet.

They've been up busy getting people to the polling,

so Mr Whitley has a good number of votes still to come in.

Thank you, Joseph.

George.

You all right, lad?

Yeah, just...

There was a lot of blue flags torn down,

and Halifax was all lit up,

and there were drunk people everywhere, men and women,

even singing and shouting and giving it so.

Go and get your dinner.

I'll talk to Audrey times who live in.

Are you coming with me?

I took the rents tomorrow for them.

I can do.

If you can stand up.

I worry about Elizabeth.

Why?

I'll never forget that look on her face.

The last time I was in Scotland,

she was terrified.

But there were consequences after I left.

If you read the letter closely,

you can feel his influence right through it.

A little expression that I know she can never use.

And the ridiculous delay in responding.

That's him.

And the distress is...

It's not even discossing with me before sending an order like that.

It's him.

He's trying to undermine me.

He's trying to undermine me.

He's trying to make me worry I've asked for something unreasonable

and these are the consequences.

If it is, that puts to rest any anxiety that he in Washington

would collude with one another.

And it's such a volatile time too, with the election.

If the vote does swing Mr. Hurry's way tomorrow,

people are saying there's going to be unrest.

And it won't be him, people will point out, will it?

No, he's 400 miles away. It'll be me.

It's very cunning and unpleasant.

If he's purposely done it to coincide with the election here.

We'll ride the storm together.

As long as you get what you want from it, the end of it,

it'll all be worth it.

It is still what you want, isn't it?

You notice?

You've been so attentive since you came back from Loughton Hall.

I don't know what it was.

What made you say, I can't leave you again?

The moment you came in.

When?

When you came back from Loughton, it was the first thing you said.

Was it?

Only that I'd missed you.

I didn't realise quite how much.

Turn my eyes full upon you.

It just struck me when you said it.

And then you've not talked about Mrs. Loughton since.

Not once.

You are the only person that matters to me now.

You know that.

This is the future.

Our future here.

You and me.

I've had to go and say goodnight to my aunt and my father.

And Mary insists she needs me for a few minutes.

I'll be back.

Goodnight, father.

Sick, tight.

No, I'm right.

Ah.

I thought you'd forgotten.

This is about what I think it's about.

Need to be put one another through it.

Do you want to sit down?

I don't need to sit down.

I shouldn't wish to deceive you any longer.

And of course you're free to tell Miss Walker.

She is now to all intents and purposes.

Part of the family.

And father knows too.

I told him this afternoon.

I have made up my mind to marry Mr. Abbott.

He has about two thousand a year as far as I can make out before you ask.

From...

Wall.

Which, if we were to have children, which we would both very much like,

wouldn't be quite as much as we would hope to live on.

And so his intention is to continue to develop his business here in Halifax.

You know what I think.

You know what I'm going to say.

I've been saying it all along.

I think you're making a grave mistake.

So I have just one request that you should not marry from here.

From Shipton.

And that you send the news yourself to the papers in Halifax.

Leeds and York, styling yourself as Marion.

Daughter of Jeremy Lister, a squire of Sculph-lause.

In East Yorkshire.

If that's what you want.

He does know that you have nothing to expect from here.

Doesn't he? You have been clear about it.

Yes.

He understands that there are no circumstances under which you would ever inherit Shipton.

Doesn't he?

Yes.

Even if you have children.

He understands that if he has visions of himself being Lord and Master here one day,

then those visions are going to be sadly frustrating.

We have to not actually talk about it, but I think...

Then I suggest you do.

I suggest that you are unambiguously clear to him.

That if and when I die, if this house...

...may go to another.

But it won't be you or him and then it's entitled to the Listers for swans at you.

I can make it clear to him if you think it's important.

He won't change anything.

Oh, you're naive.

He's a good soul.

That's irrelevant.

What isn't irrelevant is the fact that you would be marrying so far beneath you.

Marry enough.

You are a Lister.

Our family is one of the oldest, if not the oldest, in Halifax.

And if you insist on this social mismatch, then you must understand that there could be no further communication.

And all ties with you must be permanently severed.

Miss Walker and I would not attend the wedding.

Indeed, you needn't tell us about it at all. It would be enough for us to see it in the paper.

Your best friend would be that person who mentioned me to you seldom is.

And as for Adni in our era.

Your name would never again pass our lives.

My only fear is that the mortification of your reduced circumstances may be far greater than you anticipate.

The great sadness of the thing, Marry, and is that there's really no need for it.

I've always made it abundantly clear that there will always be a knife and fork for you here.

But I want to marry him.

I have no wish to persuade anyone against anything they have very much at heart.

All I ask is that you think long and hard about what you would gain and what you would lose.

The status is so hard to win.

So very easy to throw away.

And for what?

Now we'll stay blunt.

People will be amazed.

It's inconceivable.

I suppose I don't feel that I am marrying so very far beneath me.

Farron.

He's in all the right societies and institutions in the town. He's very well regarded.

Well enough regarded. He's very capable and hard working and ambitious.

And more than likely to do extraordinarily well for himself by and by.

None of which matters. Not of which changes the fact that you are a lister.

He is a wool state pluck.

No one else has ever asked me.

That's no reason to marry someone, Marry.

I like him.

Enough to ostracize yourself from everything you've ever known.

I like to be a mother.

Does that end?

No.

Not yet.

Could you?

Not to tell her that.

Could have caused her so much, I'd.

Lord knows she hasn't enough to contend with at the moment.

And so many things happen between the cup and the lip.

It might all go off again.

And then she never had been troubled with it, hmm?

Go.

Make any difference.

Don't cure it.

Just go.

You just get used to not doing that, watching a little bit time to come back again.

And go.

And then it could be twice as hard to get back into the rhythm of everything here

than if I'd never gone in the first place.

Shall I go?

I'll go.

I'll pretend to be you.

You sister won't notice.

I suppose my Nancy would be pleased to see me.

And it would be nice to have a rest.

And they were.

I wish I could just find a nice fella.

And just have an interlook after.

Get off!

Get off!

I'm in all!

Keep falling, son!

Get off!

Go, wait!

That's a win!

You said back off all that dick.

Is he all right?

He went attacking Mr. Atkinson, the wine merchant.

So we waited him.

And he's an invalid, you know.

And he's right for the air-tranishing him up.

So he started the little bastards out.

And he went out for lads.

And he got Mr. and Mrs. Atkinson's safe upstairs.

But this lad had his head parted.

The fox happened.

Weren't they?

You'd be bothered by one vote, so they're smashing town.

You want to get his hand back off that hill enough?

That's what we're doing.

Come on!

Move, you!

I'll go!

Hard one race.

I should write to Lady Stuart and tell her that.

Oh, but the town, you've never seen anything like it.

All the shopfront's smashed in and raided.

All the inns?

Well, all those identified as blue.

Really?

I didn't see it with my own eyes, but apparently both front doors are the vicarids broken down.

One feller said up at Mr. Norris's house, there was a glass and furniture and painting, so shattered and ripped and strewn across his guard.

Then they'd gone over to Hope, or where they were held bent on the smudge in that open.

And if they got older, Mr. Christopher Orson had drag him outside by his bootstraps and...

And...

Then what?

I knew him.

I don't think you understand the strength of feeling in the town, Mum, against the blues.

Oh, I don't think I did.

Do you think the mob will come up the hill?

Oh, I think it's unlikely, Mum.

They seem more focused on attacking Mr. Worthing's committed than anybody else.

I just thought you should know.

I've never seen anything like it in my life.

Did you speak to Mr. Goodall?

Yes, yes.

I gave him Mrs. Sutherland's list.

The bailiff.

The hand you can take care of everything for your mum, the distresses.

When?

Will he do it?

Within the week.

What?

Beyond hearing regeneratuk stresses…

And in the weather?

Because we can't go well.

You never want a big one to go fast.

It's normal.

Yes, please.

Green onion paid away for the house of the city.

This is no more chicken.

No more chicken.

There they are.

Theseoons

theparologists.

The servers come to see us.

After they are loaded, the wires of thefrDC are sealed.

Well, here's what I want to do, you know?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Mr. Sundar, what are you doing?

Going down into Halifax.

Why?

To finish paying for stops, final payment to due today.

And then it'll all be part of SHIP.

A note from Mr Sunderland.

He can't visit Antan today because he isn't feeling himself.

Was he can ask Dr. Dubbe to come instead?

Is it wise to go into Halifax?

I think it would be...

Yes, I know.

Unwise not to, of course.

Silly me!

I'll write and tell Mr. Sunderland

we'll only ask Dr. Dubbe to come if we need him.

Perhaps he can take the note, if it's no trouble.

If he's waiting long enough to get to write it.

She's on the road.

Are you a yellow?

You're a yellow.

Yeah, that's good.

Are you a yellow?

Boy, you mean spoke to?

Are you a yellow?

We were.

Are you a yellow, Mr?

This is?

No, I'm not yellow.

I'm black.

I mean, mourning for all the damage that's been done.

I'm not a yellow.

I'm hardly expecting to see you.

I thought you might not have wanted to have ventured out.

I saw the sad turmoil of the time was sitting.

I hardly expected to find you here.

Well, I like you, Mr. Storff.

Although people might not imagine it in the same way.

I may have stern stuff.

I didn't know you had dealings with my friend, Miss Walker's,

brother-in-law, Captain Sutherland.

Oh, yes.

When John Walker died on his honeymoon porefala.

What do you make of him?

Sutherland.

Oh.

Well, it's a good few, five years now, but yes, he, yes.

Amiable and fastidious in matters of business,

a devotee to his wife.

Why?

Miss Walker has requested a division of the estate

between herself and Mrs. Sutherland,

but he seems determined to frustrate the process.

Whilst it's clear that she, Mrs. Sutherland,

agrees that the whole thing should have been done a while since.

Hmm.

Hmm.

I've got 525 pounds in Bank of England notes,

255 in country notes and 117 in sovereigns.

That's 950.

You have the thousand.

I took it four and a half percent from Mr. Wayne House,

plus the other thousand he's vanishing me with

until Miss Walker's administration money comes through

and I can repay him.

I paid a 330 pound deposit on the 23rd of May,

so the total owed by me today stands at 3,225 pounds,

five shillings and thruffles.

Minus.

Six pounds, 17 shillings and sixpence.

That being the last half years rent received from two tenants,

some more than owed, which takes us to 3,000,

two hundred and 18 pounds, eight shillings and 11 pounds.

Correct.

Well, I've had a note from the other party,

the vendor, Mrs. Barton.

A vulgar said.

Are we ready for the handover?

We're waiting round at Mrs. Stead and Dachshund.

All very intrigued to meet you.

Shall we set up?

Good Lord, no.

I'll be over at Whitney's.

But I'll be back in an hour when the thing's done.

Oh.

So the...

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SO Hume.

No!

No.

buried.

clem...

Hey, my pen40er..

Oh, man.

how are you?

You alright, lad?

Yep.

Yep.

How far may I do new things?

Washington told us last night.

Might have been exaggerated.

No.

People are estimating the damage to be more than 10,000 pounds.

Two thousand pounds.

Two thousand pounds.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

Twenty thousand pounds.

Two thousand of them.

And Mr. Norris's house.

They were baying for his blood last night.

Chanting for him to come outside.

Of course he'd fled by then.

They broke in and the lower floor was destroyed.

He filed.

The scene at Shea House.

You know, they broke down the front door.

Smashed up the furniture.

Jeremiah Rawson's carriage and his gig were dragged out of his

carriage house and into the street and ripped to Sonder.

The same at Hope Hall.

And apparently they were intending to come to us next.

That wellhead.

But Prothorov persuaded them against it.

Thank you Lord.

Well, he sent his servant to persuade them against it.

He knows how ill Catherine is.

You know my daughters in the final stages of consumption.

Miss Lister.

Yes, I do.

I'm sorry.

Can you imagine?

If they'd broken in.

See, I had no idea they were such anger.

And it's not just Halifax.

It's York, Roachdale, Radburn, Stockport, Sulphur, Birmingham.

Have we been blind?

Not to see it?

Nothing justifies terror.

Hunger?

Poverty?

The misery some people must feel and is bitter weather?

Maybe it does.

Perhaps the radicals have a point when they say that our time-honored institutions

and ways of doing things don't seem such fast-moving times.

And the ravages aren't such a big population.

I don't know.

When you say the same at Hope Hall,

do you mean Mr. Christopher Lawson's carriages were destroyed too?

Smash to pieces and burnt.

Miss Lister.

Miss Lister.

Mr. Henscliffe.

They have raving them some coming into town on a daylight today.

I have business to transact.

I won't be diverted from my purpose by a few ne'er-do-wells.

I don't like the room. So-called democracy.

Did you know, do you know, that the Rawson's have now had between four and five acres of your call?

Why don't you take care of them, eh?

It's robbery. It's daylight, Rob.

How could you know a thing like that?

Because people talk. People are all down there regularly.

It commands no loyalty.

Yes, well, perhaps I will take care of them by and by.

Yeah? Well, why don't you?

Any number of men would have offered you a fair prize for those beds,

and you're just- you're just letting him pillage it off here.

I'm sorry, but it's-

We're sickening for them of us, and then trying to make an honest living from him.

Well, there it is. I've said it.

I will take care of him.

I was advising you.

James Holt.

A second opinion on a strategy might not be unwelcome.

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

I mean, you used us both, badly, on that business, or, well, you'll pit.

Come and visit me at Shipton one day.

We'll discuss it.

Ah! Well, it all went off very agreeably.

You have a party, we're only sorry enough to see you.

Mrs. Barton said how much you'd like to have made your acquaintance.

Lucky in an narrow escape.

And, uh, stops.

It's now part of the Shipton Hall of State.

Congratulations. I'm glad you got it. Makes sense.

It's a very good purchase.

So let's go to my handbills printed and advertise for the tendency of the stump corset.

So?

Has been no shortage of inquiries and it should command a good rent.

I am anxious, however.

How can I put this in light of our narrow victory last night that it should go to someone of my own persuasion?

Your own.

Someone who I can rely on to vote the right way in a deadlift.

We must, after all, do what we can in these volatile times.

Yes. Uh...

Yes.

Well, that wouldn't...

Would what?

There'll be a scrutiny of the vote, with it being so close.

They'll send someone up from London.

No doubt.

And what you're suggesting could be, um, thought of as... as...

Corruption.

Except I wouldn't suggest it to anyone except you.

We understand each other.

And then I've got this, Mr Bradley, this architect from Ellen,

coming to take a look at Northgate House with the night of seeing what work needs to be done to turn it into a good friend.

Oh, that's still a plan.

Oh, yes.

And then, with the right tenant, come the next election, that'd be another vote for the blues in the borough.

Five castle!

You've been into Halifax recently.

No, ma'am.

Who owns the last time you were there?

Oh, wait before last, I think. Wait before that.

There were the towns who had smashed to pieces by the mob.

Had you heard?

Because of the voting.

Hope Paul was broken into.

Christopher Lawson's carriages were dragged from his carriage house, smashed to atoms and burned.

Jeremiah Lawson's carriages too at the Shea.

Other houses were broken into windows smashed, paintings and furniture destroyed.

So wrong do.

But only at Hope Paul and the Shea were carriages destroyed.

I didn't tell you this at the time because I couldn't prove it.

I tried.

I didn't want to give you Mrs. Hardcastle false hope.

But I believe it was Christopher Lawson who was driving the gig that caused the accident when Henry lost his leg.

Miss Walker's footman recognized him.

He refused to testify some of his family worked for the Warsons and he feared repercussions.

But I had Mr. Watson at the hall. I accused him to his face, but he denied it, of course.

But it was him.

He got rid of the gig just after the accident.

Why would he do that?

Anyway, the point is, I did my best.

As I always will for my tenants. Good tenants, like you.

But I failed you.

Then it struck me today.

Poetic justice of sorts.

At the hand of God.

I wouldn't tell your wife.

It won't bring Henry's leg back and it'll upset her all over again.

But I don't know. I just...

I thought you should know.

Thank you, Ma.

Apparently it's good to snow again.

I'm not confused.

Thank you, Ma.

It was better to see you.

Oh, it's her.

She took a pistol into Halifax with her.

Hey, me!

Ah! Daught!

And you usually run down into Halifax for me when I've written a note.

Could you put this copy of the Halifax Guardian in the post to lately shoot?

Matthew, you'll have to wait till I'm asleep, dinner.

And wrap up! It's just started soon!

So, Mrs. Audie will come and cook for us.

Well, according to his up to sisters.

And father, I said you might drive her to a sister's if you be so kind in the Britska.

Where did she live?

Bingley! If it's too far for you, one of the lads can do it, or I could.

And then fetch her back again when she's ready.

We should raise our glasses.

Oh, yes! Mrs. Audie, I prefer her cooking.

No, Aunt. Just stops. Oh! Yeah, oh, I see.

Menu acquisition.

Stops. Stops. Stops.

What's the matter, Marian?

Stops.

And to Mr. Wurpley for his hard-won victory in the polls.

When all the results are in, let's hope there's even more reason to celebrate.

And then, where there is discord, may we bring harmony.

Where there is error, may we bring truth.

Where there is doubt, may we bring faith.

And where there is despair, may we bring hope.

Did you just say that?

Where did you saw her mouth open and the words come out?

No, I mean, did she just invent it?

No, and sadly not. It was St. Francis of Assisi.

Oh!

Mom, sorry, my mom. Sorry to interrupt your mail.

I know I was expected earlier, but the snows slowed everything down.

Shall I come back later?

No, no, no.

I could wait half an hour.

If you'd like to go through to the drawing room, you could take coffee with us, but we do not rather get up home.

Ideally, yes.

I just brought your Bailey Hall, rent, Miss Walker. Shall I?

Yes, anyway.

Thank you.

I need to get yourself home, Mr. Washington, settle in front of a good fire.

I'll do, Mom. I will.

No, there was just, um...

Yes?

One other, uh...

What?

Did you...

Have you seen today's Leeds Mercury?

No, just the Guardian.

Ah.

Why?

What's the matter?

It's, uh...

In the marriage announcements.

Marriage announcements?

That's it?

I thought you ought to see it.

What is it?

What's it say?

In the marriages of Wednesday last.

The same day at the parish church in Halifax, Captain Tom, Lister of Shipton Hall to Miss Anne Walker of Cronest, near the same place.

What?

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

Who would have put that in the Leeds Mercury?

I have no idea.

What's it mean?

It's a send-up.

Is it funny?

Well, I...

I suppose it's quite amusing.

Well, who's Captain Tom Lister?

Surely they don't think you've married Miss Walker farther.

Or if they do, they've got your name wrong.

They don't mean me.

It's very true.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It's very good.

It's very funny.

Yeah.

You'll have to let us have it, Mr Washington, when you're finished with it, so we can laugh at it some more.

Oh, well, if you like, take that one. Keep it.

If only the person who spent good money placing it in the paper could see that what was meant to irritate an annoy is, in fact, taken quietly with such near amusement.

Thank you, Washington, for bringing it to us.

Are you better get off before the roads become impassable?

Good night, Mum.

Sir, Miss Walker.

I'm sorry.

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