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A Mr Frederick Fairlie
requests my services to help

his two young nieces
in the art of painting.

I'm Marian Halcombe. My
half-sister is Miss Fairlie.

So good to possess you at
Limmeridge House, Mr Hartright.

May I trust you?

What?

There was a woman, and there were
these two men pursuing her --

they claimed her to be dangerous.

She is deranged and
escaped from the asylum.

It's particularly odd seeing
your sister dressed in white.

There was a similarity
between the two of them

You're being reckless,
forgetting yourself...

And have you never forgotten yourself?

I'm not in the same position as you.

Laura's engaged to be married.

His name's Sir Percival Glyde.

Wait!

My sister has just received a
spiteful anonymous letter from

- someone trying to unnerve her about
her wedding. - I never wrote it!

It was Percival Glyde who
locked me up in that asylum.

He has done terrible things,
and he will do worse!

And you negotiated the
settlement for the marriage

between Sir Percival Glyde
and Miss Laura Fairlie?

So that's what this is all about...

Just answer the question, Mr Gilmore.

Yes. To my great sadness.

I will never understand how
Philip Fairlie could leave

the fate of his daughter
in the hands of such a man.

I am aware that you like Tennyson,
so I wanted you to have this.

You're very kind.

I sometimes hold it half a sin

To put in words the grief I feel

For words like nature half reveal

And half conceal the soul within.

I have never encountered anything
that captures sadness so well.

Ah, Mr, Hartright.

May I introduce Sir Percival Glyde.

Mr Hartright...

.. if I may say so,

this house has been extremely
fortunate to find you as a tutor.

Miss Fairlie's new paintings
show an enormous improvement.

You are too generous.

Well, when Miss Fairlie and I are
married, perhaps you will honour us

by coming to Blackwater, on occasion,

and continuing the tuition?

May I suggest that we
all change for dinner?

I've seen Anne Catherick.

- She's alive? - Yes. She is my woman
in white, there is no doubt of it.

- Did you speak to her?
- I did.

And I'm sure she wrote the letter.

Why? What possessed her to frighten
Laura and slander Sir Percival?

She says it was Glyde who
locked her away in the asylum.

- What? - She's utterly
terrified of him, Marian.

You would pity her if you saw her.

N... No. No. No, no, I cannot accept that.

That... It's utter madness.

Glyde is a man that Laura's
father loved and respected.

I think you would believe
her if you spoke to her.

Before you let this marriage proceed,

- you have to know what part Sir
Percival has played... - Shhh!

(.. in Anne's life, why she
was put in the asylum.)

And why she's trying to
warn Laura about him...

Miss Halcombe.

- Are you changing for dinner?
- Yes.

- Will you be joining
us, Mr Hartright? - No.

I must return to my work for Mr Fairlie.

Of course.

And that's why we think this
letter is a concern, Mr Gilmore.

I agree, that's certainly
a very strange business.

We will certainly jump to no hasty
conclusions either way, Marian.

Sir Percival stands very
high, an eminent reputation

That does not place him above suspicion.

No-one is above suspicion,

but there are some elements of this
case that are unhappily common --

anonymous letters, an unfortunate
woman, sad state of society.

I beg you, sir, please
do not consider this case

as merely the sad state of society.

Just so. You're a young man
and take the romantic view.

I am older and take the rational.

But I assure you both of one thing --

Sir Percival's account of
these matters must be as solid

as this table to satisfy me.

Now, Marian, we are agreed, are we not?

Laura shall hear no more of this
until we are in a better position

to know the truth of these allegations.

Miss Halcombe, your uncle wishes

a word with you very urgently.

Tell him I'll be there in a minute.

He insisted you come at once.

Go, my dear.

As I say, I will speak to Sir Percival

and find out the truth of the matter.

You cannot! It's unfair and it's vicious.

No, it is straightforward.

And, what's more, it is just.

Just? To fling him from your
house, like some thief or beggar?

Hartright has entirely
neglected his duties here.

The matters are far worse than that.

It's come to my attention that
the man has dared to pursue

a wicked and improper liaison
with my niece, Laura.

Nothing improper has occurred.

Don't try to deny it!

It is a blatant abuse of the
trust we have placed in him.

- At least give him a week's notice!
- Out of the question.

I've no intention of letting him

anywhere near my rooms again.

Sir Percival is here
to discuss the marriage,

and if Hartright is not
gone by this evening,

he will be forcibly
removed from the premises.

This is monstrous!

Distressing, certainly!

It's taken a great toll on me.

Mr Hartright.

Mr Fairlie has sent me to
end your engagement here.

He's already told the servants

to prepare for your immediate departure.

Our ways must part. I'm sorry.

Marian, we have to pursue what we
have discovered about Sir Percival.

You did not see how terrified Anne was!

Walter, she's engaged to be married.

I... I'm sorry, Walter, I really am.

Before I go, I must say goodbye to Laura.

Miss Fairlie.

Mr Hartright.

I hope I'm not intruding.

It's no intrusion.

Your uncle...

.. he's asked me to leave.

Leave?

Today.

I've come to say goodbye.

If you should ever need me, Laura...

I shall be leaving on the hour.

Will you be there?

Of course. I shall be there.

Good day.

Miss Fairlie, would you care
to join us in the drawing room?

There's something I wish to discuss.

Of course.

But... first, I must meet Marian outside.

Good. Then that is settled,
cos she is also joining us.

Come.

Drive on.

Is Mr Hartright still here?

He just left.

Oh! I cannot tell you
how much I regret that,

because I really...

Forgive me. May I be excused?

- I'll come with you.
- No, please, I shall be all right presently.

Stay.

- Should we call a doctor?
- No. No, no, no.

She's fine, she's just tired.

Then, we should proceed.

Yes, yes, of course, if you are sure.

Erm...

.. I read the letter.

It is indeed an enormous regret
that Mr Hartright is not here

because I wanted to learn all
I could about his encounter

with Anne Catherick.

It is my urgent wish that
she is found without delay.

Do you know her?

Yes, I do know her.

Her mother was a faithful
servant for my family,

and so I determined never
to lose sight of her,

in consideration of her past services.

She had the double misfortune
of having a child...

.. who was not of a sound mind

and a husband who deserted her.

As Anne grew older, the symptoms

of her mental affliction only increased,

and so it became a necessity
to place her under proper care.

Her mother wanted to save her the
embarrassment of a public asylum,

so she made an appeal to me,
and... I paid for a private one.

To my great regret, she developed
a confused hatred for everyone

who had placed her under restraint,

including her mother... and myself.

And until that poor child is
found, she is a danger to everyone.

Well, then, we should all
hope that she is found.

And, as you, Sir Percival, are a
gentleman and a man of standing,

I imagine that ends the matter.

No... it does not.

Miss Halcombe...

.. I have a special obligation
to you and your sister.

I hope, Sir Percival, you
don't think I mistrust you?

No, but I think I owe it to
you to prove what I have said.

So I have provided Mr Gilmore
with Anne's mother's address.

May I ask that you write to her

and ask her anything at
all that you may wish.

I want you to be reassured
that Anne's mother

confirms my account in every detail.

I will leave it up to you, of course,

to decide what to tell your sister.

I see no reason to trouble Laura.

The letter was obviously intended...

.. to poison your sister's
feelings towards me.

I hope it has not had the desired effect.

You didn't take the letter seriously?

Of course I took it seriously.

You have to understand that, on the
face of it, Sir Percival was...

.. well, a... He was a
gentleman and a man of honour,

and had I had the knowledge I have now...

.. no doubt I would've taken
a different course of action.

What was Sir Percival's response?

No, no!

It is my firm belief that a
wedding should be a merry affair.

Those of today are far too solemn.

You must know the kind of thing
I mean, Mr Gilmore. Erm...

"One could whistle and one could sing..."

"And one could play on the violin

"Such joy there was at my wedding."

Exactly, exactly...

Been looking forward to
seeing your paintings.

You must be tired.

Miss Halcombe...

We were asking if you
agreed, Miss Halcombe.

Er...

Yes, of course.

I fear you have not heard a word.

If you and your sister
have so little to say,

we may as well declare ourselves
lost to the mercy of our own company

and let you retire to the drawing room.

My sincerest apologies.

Yes, of course, we shall
see you in the drawing room.

Laura.

Ah, Miss Halcombe.

Beautiful morning, is it not?

Might I suggest we take
advantage of the day?

I seem to remember you like riding.

Don't make me insist, dear Miss Halcombe.

Yes. Why not?

Take pity on me, Miss Halcombe,
I am not such a young man.

I don't believe you need my pity, sir.

I must say, it's refreshing to be
in the company of two young women

who are so untouched by
artifice and convention.

Come on.

We, er...

We must talk, at some point,
of the impending marriage

and the arrangements afterwards.

I very much hope you will be a
part of our lives, Miss Halcombe.

Thank you.

I believe that's Laura's wish too.

Well, then, we will return
to the subject in due course.

But now I fear I must ask you
to tell me about Mr Hartright.

What of him?

Well, he left rather abruptly, did he not?

I'm quite sure, Sir Percival, that
you're aware that he was dismissed.

Yes.

So, may I be candid
with you, Miss Halcombe?

It's about your sister.

You may be candid as long as you
don't expect me to be impartial.

I spoke with your uncle, who
indicated there were several reasons

for Mr Hartright's dismissal.

They involved more than
the neglect of his work.

Moreover, I would be
insensitive if I had not noticed

a change in Miss Fairlie's manner.

I'm correct, am I not?

You presume too much.

Besides, I cannot speak for her.

She takes her father's
dying wish very seriously.

I hope it will be her wish too.

Of course.

Come on.

No word from Mrs Catherick?

I'm sure we'll hear soon enough.

Is something troubling you?

Sir Percival has asked Laura
to reflect on the reasons

for their marriage.

Hardly an onerous request.

No.

But I hope the letter arrives soon,

to alleviate the doubt surrounding
Sir Percival's character.

Marian, I have always tried my best
to support you and your sister,

so will you hear me now?

Of course.

We must get back to the real world.

If Laura were to give up a perfectly
proper and desirable match,

it would be reckless and foolish.

You wouldn't wish her to
be unhappy, would you?

Of course not.

But any temporary upset of
this kind can easily pass.

But if it were a man...

.. he'd be able to
choose whomever he wished.

Of suitable rank.

Whilst pursuing any other
needs he had, elsewhere.

You are cynical, Marian.

I'm merely an observer of men.

Will you come into the
drawing room, Laura?

Thank you, but I shall retire soon.

Of course.

You seemed a little distracted at dinner.

Your head is filled
with painting, perhaps?

No.

Sometimes, when I've been
painting a lot in the day,

I can... seem a touch distant.

Sometimes on my journey's
here, I think about you

and just for a moment, your face
escapes me, and it terrifies me.

I'm impatient. Forgive me.

I want to see you beside me.

It's been a long engagement.

Too long.

Laura...

Yes, Sir Percival?

I've asked you, please
stop using my title.

I'm sorry, I keep forgetting.

Call me what you will, Laura.

Goodnight, Sir Percival.

It's been a long engagement...

I want to see you beside me...

Marian, I can bear it no longer!

What is it, Laura?

I know I can never claim my release...

.. but I can tell Sir Percival the
truth with my own lips and when

he hears all, he will understand
the wedding is impossible.

- He has a right to know!
- He has not the shadow of a right to know!

I believe he does. I-I
will not lie to him.

Laura...! Laura, you cannot tell him.

Please don't be angry with me, Marian.

Let me speak to him in your presence.

It will ease my heart to tell the truth.

Miss Fairlie, Miss Halcombe.

Please, sit down with us, Sir Percival.

I wish to speak to you on a subject
that is very important to us both.

My sister is here because
her presence helps me

and gives me confidence.

But know that I speak from my
own thoughts and not from hers.

There is a change in me.

A change which is serious
enough to justify

you breaking off our engagement.

What kind of change?

I believe the fondest and
truest of all affections

is the affection a woman
ought to bear to her husband.

When our engagement began,
that affection was mine to give

and... yours to win.

Will you pardon me, Sir
Percival, if I acknowledge

that is not so any longer?

I believe I have said more than enough

to justify you withdrawing
from your engagement.

You have said more than enough
to make it the dearest object

of my life to KEEP the engagement.

You understand, sir, that I may
be your true and faithful wife...

.. but I will never be your loving wife?

Do not think me heartless enough
to resign a woman who has just

proved herself to be
the noblest of her sex.

The least you can offer is
more than I can hope for

from any other woman in the world.

"Dear Marian, London feels so empty since

"I returned from Limmeridge.

"I try to paint, but my mind
is consumed by thoughts of Laura

"and of Anne Catherick.

"I am drawn back to the
heath, night after night,

"in the hope of finding her.

"But there is no trace of her anywhere."

"The more I look for her, the more
I feel that I'm being watched."

"Does Sir Percival not
want her to be found?"

"I keep thinking about what
he might have done to her,

"or what her life must have been."

"Is there any news from Mrs Catherick?"

"There's no word as yet,

"but I am keeping a close eye on
Sir Percival during his visit.

"Please, my friend, do not let
these thoughts overwhelm you."

"You must live your own life, Walter."

Well, if you try a little harder,

maybe tonight could be
your lucky night too.

I do not wish to try, you know this.

You look terrible, my friend.

Like a man whose dog has just died.

I've been trying to
work but it's impossible.

Painting seems futile to me now.

- What do you want from me?!
- Whoa, my friend, he's a stranger!

Who sent you?!

Who sent you?!

Answer me!

Enough!

Hey, hey, hey... Calma, calma.

Calm, my friend. Relax.

Let's drink, huh?

- Oh, Marian.
- Mrs Catherick has written.

She, er...

She confirms everything
that Sir Percival told us.

"He's behaved throughout
with the utmost charity

"and kindness to my poor child.

"We owe him a great deal."

Well, that seems to settle the matter.

- Sir Percival is cleared of
the slightest suspicion. - Yes.

It is a great relief.

The wedding will go ahead.

Laura must have rest.

She needs support.

Try to bring her back to herself, Marian.

Laura?

Laura, it's me. Open the door.

Will you lock the door behind you?

- You never lock this door.
- It's no matter.

Laura...

If anything should happen to me...

.. please give this to Walter.

Would you take it and put it

somewhere I shall never see it, please?

Nothing is ever going to happen to you.

But if it should...

.. throw it all away,
except for his album.

Send it to him...

.. with a lock of my hair in it...

.. and say what I could
never say for myself.

Tell him I loved him.

I am to be Sir Percival's wife.

My new life starts today.

Acting on behalf of my
client, Sir Percival Glyde,

we asked that Miss Fairlie's
entire inheritance go to

Sir Percival Glyde in the event of his...

.. what we believed was
the very unlikely event

of his surviving Lady Glyde.

This marriage was nothing more
than a financial transaction.

We refused to compromise on this point

and gave the Fairlies
two days to capitulate.

If you stand firm, Sir
Percival must give way...

.. or it lays him open to the base
imputation of marrying Miss Fairlie

entirely from mercenary motives.

You detest Glyde...
because he's a baronet!

You hate rank and family.

What a radical you are!

You are entirely wrong,
sir, in supposing that

I speak from any prejudice
against Sir Percival Glyde!

For heaven's sake, Gilmore,
don't shake the room!

Any respectable solicitor will
inform you that it's against

all rule to abandon the lady's money
entirely to the man she marries,

as it gives the husband a vested
interest in the wife's demise!

Would he really, Gilmore?

If he said anything half so horrid,

I do assure you I should
tinkle my little bell for Louis

and have him sent out of
the house immediately.

I am to understand, then, that you
are firm in your determination.

I'm so glad we understand
each other at last.

Please, sit down again.

Without...!

Ooooh...

Since my nieces are suitably absent today,

I have taken it upon myself to

invite Sir Percival's
solicitor to join us.

- What?! - So that we can have
the matter settled at last.

Mr Merriman!

Good day, gentlemen.

Ma'am, a message for you.

- What are you doing here?
- I had to see you.

Is there any news of that
letter and Sir Percival?

Ye... Yes, yeah.

He's been cleared of all blame
concerning Anne Catherick.

Do you believe him?

I don't know if it's in my mind,

if I'm being paranoid because
I doubted Sir Percival, but...

.. I feel I'm being watched,
wherever I go, whatever I do.

Walter, enough!

I believe him!

And the wedding will go ahead.

You cannot accept this.

You are consigning your
sister to a marriage,

when you know she will be unhappy.

I am not consigning my sister to anything!

I'm... I'm trying to help her.

Just pl... Just... go!

For all of our sakes, please.

I've been offered work in Honduras.

I was unsure whether to accept,
but now my mind is made up.

I'm sorry for that.

- I must talk to her.
- Walt... Walter, ple...!

You're here.

I'm leaving the country.

I came to say goodbye.

You're going away, and I'm to be married.

We shall both lead new lives.

I do not wish for a new life
-- I wish for you to be happy.

Don't hold me -- it makes it worse.

Laura!

- I'm sorry.
- I have to go, goodbye.

These terms are extortionate.

They are frankly outrageous.

And what is the hurry for the wedding?

At least wait until she is 21 and

she can make up her own mind
about her fortune and future.

They are the only terms on
which my client will settle,

and they are perfectly reasonable
to any Englishman, Mr Fairlie.

May I suggest we settle now, sir?

I am begging you, Mr
Fairlie, I am begging you.

Miss Fairlie looks up to
you as her guardian and will

respect your decision, but hold off
for a few days before giving in.

What's going on? Whose carriage is that?

They're fighting, about settlements
and wedding dates and...

What?

You cannot let them have this.

All justice is against it.

On the contrary!

Unless we are entering
a new age of barbarism,

justice dictates a man must have
rights over the marital property.

Let us settle the matter. Sign,
Mr Fairlie, and put it behind us.

I quite agree, Mr Merriman
-- let us put it behind us.

It cannot be debated forever.

There...

.. it is done.

Now...

.. do go down and let my
lazy beasts of servants

give you both a good dinner!

Mr Gilmore?

Good afternoon.

Marian, your uncle's utterly impossible.

I'm very much afraid that

the wedding date is to be brought forward.

I am sorry.

How dare you, sir.

How dare you conduct our
business behind our backs!

I hope your collection
is devoured by flames.

22nd of September. My duty is done.

Is it?

Your uncle and Sir Percival have agreed to

the 22nd of September
for your wedding date.

So soon...

I shall go back and tell
him that he cannot have it.

- It's too late, Marian...
- It's not a minute too late!

The question of time is our
question -- not theirs.

It will only involve us in more
trouble and more confusion.

Are you to break your heart
to set their minds at ease?

No man under heaven deserves
these sacrifices from us women.

Men are the enemies of
our innocence and peace,

they drag us from our parents' love,

our sisters' friendship, they...
they take us body and soul

for themselves and fasten
our helpless lives to theirs

as they, as they chain a dog to a kennel!

And what do the best of
them give us in return? No.

No, let me leave, I'm
mad when I think of it!

All your love and courage
and devotion will not alter

what must happen sooner or later.

Tell him I consent to the date.

Laura consents to the 22nd of September!

Goodnight, Sir Percival.

We have yet to talk of our honeymoon.

Oh...

I have organised a tour
of Italy for three months.

Three months?

You're not pleased?

What of Marian?

My dear...

.. I expect her to be with
us every step of the way.

Oh! She would love to travel.

Thank you, Sir Percival!

For your kindness to both of us.

Stay with me tonight.

Like we used to when Mama died.

At least we have Italy together.

And even after it...

.. we can still have times like
this when we're living at Blackwater.

Yes.

There must be.

Sleep... now.

Rest.

Can I come in?

My wedding gift to you.

Miss Halcombe, might I
say how splendid you look.

Oh... And you.

I've heard the plans for the honeymoon.

Three months in Italy. I'm,
er... Well, I'm very grateful.

We shan't miss a single fresco.

Ah, Miss Halcombe...

Erm... I've been reflecting...

This will be the first time we will
spend together as man and wife,

creating that sacred bond.

I hope you will you forgive
me, but my feeling now

is that Laura and I
should... travel alone.

I see. Er...

And you will be gone for
the full three months?

Well, you wouldn't want your
sister to miss anything, would you?

No.

When we return, we shall
live as one family.

I very much look forward to it.

Thank you for your understanding.

I'm an only child,

but I am glad that, soon,
I shall have a sister.

A pleasure to make your
acquaintance, Mrs Vesey.

I've heard of your tireless
devotion to the two young ladies

since their mother's death.

They are dear girls, and the late
Mrs Fairlie would be so delighted

for the splendid match
that Laura is making.

Now if you'll forgive me, Count,

I must see to the preparation
of the wedding breakfast!

Of course, please.

Miss Halcombe?

The bride is perhaps in danger
of being eclipsed by her sister.

Oh... It's just a dress.

I should introduce myself.

I'm Count Isidoro Octavio Fosco of Sicily.

So happy to be in my dear
new country of England.

Count Fosco.

You're married to Laura's aunt.

Yes, and a dear friend of Sir Percival.

I hear you will be joining us at
his beautiful Blackwater Park,

where I wish you and I
to be also good friends.

I hope so too.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Cosi sia.

She's perfect, Percy, absolutely perfect.

Is this the letter you
received from Laura Fairlie?

A simple yes or no, Mrs Vesey.

Yes.

"I am in sad distress and anxiety

"and I may come to your house
tomorrow night and ask for a bed.

"I cannot tell you what is
the matter in this letter.

"I write it in such fear of my life
that I can fix my mind on nothing."

I'm not sure that I am able.

"Pray be at home to see me.

"I will give you a thousand
kisses, and tell you everything.

"Your affectionate Laura."

She never arrived.

Welcome to Blackwater, Miss Halcombe.

Heel! Heel!

They're expected later. Would
you like to leave a message?

No, no, I was just
passing. How is the bride?

I meet her tonight for the first time.

A most fair lady, they say.

- Of course. He'd settle
for nothing less. - Mm.

Should you see or hear
anything of my daughter...

- .. would you let me know?
- Of course, ma'am.

Heel. Uh, there's...

.. there's no need to tell Sir
Percival of my coming here.

Heel! Heel!

Mrs Michelson asked me
to tell you Sir Percival

and Lady Glyde are expected later today.

Thank you very much. You can...

Yes, just leave it there, thank you.

Laura...

Marian...

How was it?

Wonderful. It was wonderful.

The light in Venice, Marian...

Miss Halcombe, how
wonderful to see you again.

Such a welcome. Such a
precious homecoming.

Count Fosco.

Your beauty always surprises
me, Miss Halcombe.

Yes, very natural.

- Marian.
- Madam Fosco.

Ah, Sir Percival...

Miss Halcombe.

- Welcome home!
- Thank you.

I'm, er, very glad to be here.

Yes, indeed.

One large, happy family.

Hmm... Well, come on.

Let's have a celebratory drink.

Thank heavens we can imbibe
some decent wine again, hmm?

Percival, shall we meet
you all in an hour?

Of course, my love.

So, was all a success?

Torcello was beautiful,

but I think probably
Florence was my favourite.

I lit a candle for you in every church.

And did the Count accompany
you, with your aunt?

We only met up with them in Paris.

She's very changed. Don't you think?

Yes, she's quite... subdued.

- But you've been well?
- Yes, I have.

I enjoyed your letters.

And I yours.

You write just as you see it.

I... simply reply.

So, this is our home now...

You will... love it here, won't you?

We both shall.

I expect true married life
starts here in many ways.

And is there any other
news... from anyone?

No.

I shall suppose he is happy and well
and getting on in his profession.

I must change for supper.

That town has suffered much in
the past, with the fighting.

Which town hasn't -- anywhere?

This wet island, actually.

Yeah, not since the
savage Romans looted us!

You mock my Latin roots.

But where I come from,
people are passionate enough

to kill for their beliefs.

And we are not?

Forgive me, but there is
something in the English

that is curiously... cold.

Some break the mould.

Miss Halcombe, for instance.

Sorry?

Yes, you have the blood of a
lioness -- I can see that.

Laura, taste this wine.

Excellent!

Have you had the
opportunity to savour wine

from Piedmont, Miss Halcombe?

No, I haven't.

Ah, what pleasure awaits you!

My wife has no idea of pleasure.

But she can play so beautifully.

Do you share Lady Glyde's
ability, Miss Halcombe?

No. I leave this amiable
attribute to the rest of my sex.

Ladies, would you care to retire?

Fosco, have a brandy with
me outside. I need some air.

I will kiss your wife's
hand, if you do not.

Your charms are lost on Lady Glyde.

What a delight it is to spend
time with you, Miss Halcombe.

Mrs Michelsen!

Mrs Mich...

What are you laughing at?

That's Baxter's doings, that is.

Who's this brute that you call Baxter?

Baxter is the keeper,

and when he finds strange dogs
hunting about, he shoots 'em.

Go and get Mrs Michelsen immediately.

That dog will die.

It's keeper's duty, miss.

Shh, shh, shh. It's OK, it's OK.

Oh, bless me!

The poor creature.

Shh, shh, shh...

The woman that was here yesterday
-- it's her dog, isn't it?

It must be. Go about
your business, Margaret.

Did you know her?

I never seen her before yesterday.

I'd heard of her, of course, because
I'd heard of Sir Percival's kindness

in putting her daughter
under medical care.

That woman was Mrs
Catherick, Anne's mother?

Yes, Miss Halcombe.

She came looking for her daughter

who may have been seen
in our neighbourhood.

- Did she find her?
- No.

She said not to concern Sir
Percival with her visit,

or talk of Anne.

He worries so about the poor girl.

Fanny, leave us.

Are you happy here?

I am.

I'll come to you tonight.

Very well.

Uh, I have some business for
us to attend to before midday.

Join me in the drawing room at that time.

Welcome to Blackwater, Lady Glyde.

Lady Glyde gains too much
confidence from Miss Halcombe.

Then I'll separate them.

- Did you follow me here?
- A man may walk in his own grounds, may he not?

We talk of murder, and here is blood.

I will not be commanded -- not by my wife.

You have no idea what I've had to endure.

Lady Glyde. I would wish to speak
with you for a moment, please. Come.

There is nothing to fear.

I'm not afraid.

I would never tell you!

I'll crush your obstinacy!

You better take care
how you treat your wife.

No, I've got to go back to Laura.

Sign it.

A moment. I would wish it forever.

What do you know about my past?!