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Come on. Giddup.

Hyah! Hyah!

Has the House risen
that you're returning home?

- Not for another six weeks.
- How was Westminster?

My uncle says it's a regular gossip shop.

- It's what you make of it.
- So cousin-in-law George used to say.

Bit of a blow you struck him
when you took his seat.

Mind you, George is no laggard
in furthering his own affairs.

That l have noticed.

l've been staying with
the Carlyans. You know them?

- By name.
- They have a very fine cook.

Their spring lamb with asparagus
and roast calf's heart. Oh!

As l tell my wife, it's the conjunction
of dishes that matters.

How is your wife?

Dr Behenna thinks she must have
a disorder of the spleen.

The child, l am glad to say,
is in fine fettle.

A handsome boy - very different
from the Enys's weakling child.

- Dr Enys's baby?
- Dribbles all day long, so they say.

This lurching is enough
to turn a man's bile.

l was at sea only once
but it was no worse than this.

l presume you know Viscount Falmouth
well, since you sit in his pocket,

or should l say, in his pocket borough.

Could you use your good
offices with him on my behalf?

l am seeking the living at Laxillion

and he must be well in
with the new Bishop of Exeter.

- l'm sorry to hear you're leaving Truro.
- l'm not.

l just wish to augment
my sparse income.

These days, a man in holy orders
must possess two livings.

You already have two livings -
my own parish of Sawle is one of them.

The expenses there
almost eat up the increment.

There could be such a thing
as a quid pro quo in this.

My uncle, Colin Cadolfin, is a personal
friend of the Prince of Wales.

Sometimes, a friend at court can be
an advantage to a man in the Commons.

Especially a distant country member
without title or connections.

What do you say, sir?

At Sawle, you have
a curate named Odgers.

On f45 a year, he lives
no better than a farrier.

l am prepared to ask
Lord Falmouth to intercede for you

on condition you raise
Mr Odgers' stipend to f100 a year.

That is the quid pro quo l envisage.

What do you say, sir?

- Have it.
- Madam, l was only admiring it.

l have no use for it.
l can't find anywhere where it suits.

- Take it while you can.
- No, truly, Mrs Enys.

May l find Clowance
to try on the bonnet?

l've taken it in a little. Just a tuck.

Oh, it's lovely.

lsn't she a clever milliner, Caroline?

lf ever you have any sewing to do,
you must send for Mary Ann.

She shall make dresses for Sarah.

l'm sure she will when the time comes.

l shall not have her in
swaddling bands for much longer.

l can't wait for the day when she will
at least be recognisable as a female!

l'm sure you can't wait
for the day you send her out hunting!

Demelza!

- Ross!
- You didn't tell me!

He didn't tell me.

Mary Ann, go and tell
the children their father's home.

Ross!

- Ross.
- Caroline.

We weren't expecting you for weeks yet.

How's your baby?
What did you christen her?

- Sarah.
- l wrote and told you.

- Didn't you get my letter?
- She is just as l anticipated,

lies in a cradle with
the wickedest smile you can imagine

and expects to be waited on.

My poor little dog is quite neglected.

- You're not going on my account?
- No, on Demelza's.

Between them,
she and Dwight spoil her dreadfully.

- How long are you staying?
- Till Parliament reassembles in autumn.

The whole summer? Oh.
l thought you were just visiting.

How's Parliament?

You spoke in the slavery debate.

Sir John Trevaunance saw it
in the paper and sent it to me.

l've got it here somewhere.
l show it to everyone.

The children are in the long meadow?

Yes. Mary Ann's gone to get
them. They'll be here soon.

l'll go there myself and surprise them.

Yes, of course.

That impudent squireen Poldark
was on the coach,

coming home from Parliament early.

George was not so neglectful
of his duties as an MP.

- Well, where's the boy?
- In the garden.

How often have l said
he's not to be left unattended?

- There's the hazard of the river.
- His nurse is with him.

Will you eat now or wait till supper?

- What is there?
- We have spring chicken,

tongue, the remains of a leg of mutton

and some custard tart.

Custard tart? When one has dined
in one of the great houses,

one realises the uncouthness
of what one has to eat at home.

Oh dear, Nat Pearce
wants to see me urgently.

l'll wager the most urgent
matter for lawyer Pearce

is the delivery of his next cask of wine.

Very well, see if you can tempt me
with some of your cold chicken.

''Dear Vicar,
it is more than a year now

''since l left your home to marry Arthur.

''At the time, l must have taken,
inadvertently, some books of yours.

''l know if l bring them to you
l shall be turned away.

''But should you call for them
at 17 Callinick Street,

''l would see this as a special
sign of your forgiveness.

''l remain, sir, your respectful
servant and sister-in-law,

''Rowella Solway.''

The children are hoping
you'll go and see them.

- l've said good night to them once.
- That's what l told them.

Did everything go well in the mine?
You wasted no time going there.

The south lode is not yielding
as we hoped it would.

l told you that in my last letter.
It's just a setback.

We can't afford another such failure.

The fireback's come away in the hearth.

l'll ask Drake to make it good.

lt's nothing that need call
for a blacksmith.

lt'll do him good
to get away from that forge.

Still pining for Morwenna?

Mm. He needs a wife.

How's Sam?
Is he still crossed in love too?

Well, Emma's gone to be a parlour maid

and if they still feel
the same about each other

at the end of the year, they're to marry.

- So all is not lost, then.
- Hope not.

And you? What have you been
doing while l've been away?

Seeing to your affairs,
bringing up your children,

looking to the farm,

waiting for your letters.

Living life as always but without you.

How often has Hugh Bodrugan
tried to creep into your bed?

- Oh, Ross.
- It's meant as a joke.

- A poor joke.
- Yes...

but there was a time
when we would've laughed.

Won't you ask how l lived without you?
Or do you think l was a monk?

Do l have a right to ask?

- London women are beautiful.
- l'm sure.

- Perhaps the most beautiful in the world.
- Quite likely.

l asked one to my room one night.

She called me a trike!

What's a trike?

- No matter.
- l'll check the dictionary.

- It won't be there.
- What are you trying to say?

l'll, er...go and see
if the children are asleep.

You've come back a stranger.

- That wasn't my doing.
- Nor mine. Nor mine!

You didn't tell me you'd been
nominated for Parliament

- till you'd been elected.
- Your mind was elsewhere.

Oh, Ross!

We should not let this
come so much between us.

lt is between us.

Like a barricade.

A barricade you've built in your mind
all the months you've been away.

One l've been trying to get through

but, because l cannot, l've come home.

The battle must be fought here.

- What battle?
- With a ghost.

A shade, a memory.

A poem.

lt's time we retired, Morwenna.

l would like to finish this chapter.

You must not strain your eyes.

Then l shall await you in the bedroom.

- You will not be long.
- Osborne.

You understand
that nothing has changed.

Let us agree it's time it did.

l swear before God that if you
force your attentions upon me,

l will kill your son.

- You are demented, woman!
- l mean it.

l am your husband!
You've no right to deny me.

l would rather be hanged
as a murderess.

l suppose he finds his affairs
in Cornwall more pressing

than his responsibilities at Parliament.

You can hardly berate him for that.

Poldark has attended the House
more than most, l am told.

- If with little effect.
- l didn't expect him to make a mark.

- Oh, forgive me...
- Come in, my dear.

Meet Captain Monk Adderley,
MP for Shropshire.

l've heard that's a very beautiful county.

So have l, ma'am.
l always mean to visit it.

Not every MP lives
in the county that returns him.

Monk represents the Lord Croft interest.

He is also related
to Sir Christopher Hawkins.

When shall we see you in town,
Mrs Warleggan?

lf by town, you mean London,

that will depend entirely on my husband.

That may depend on the progress
of our discussion.

- Will you be dining with us?
- Thank you,

but l'm promised at
Sir Christopher Hawkins' place

- and that's two hours away.
- Not so far.

We shall dine within the hour.

Then l should be very much obliged
to you, Mrs Warleggan. Thank you.

lf you'll excuse me,
l'll inform the kitchen.

Strikes me that you have everything
a reasonable man could possibly want.

Perhaps a man is not reasonable

when he has lost something
he most valued.

l would've thought finding
another seat in a Parliament

that is barely seven months old
presents difficulties.

Even in a county returning 44 members?

Only three of them
belong to Sir Christopher

and he has no reason
to complain at their behaviour.

So what would you advise?

Dining out the other day,

l was told that your grandfather
was a blacksmith

who worked a forge in Hale
and hadn't a shilling to his name

but that you'd acquired
a fortune of f200,OOO.

The only misinformation there

is that my grandfather's forge
was not in Hale.

At election times, the government
usually has seats to sell for f3,OOO.

l am not so much concerned
to buy a seat as a borough.

l do not wish to dance for a patron,
but be the patron myself.

That will certainly prove expensive.

Perhaps you could tell
Sir Christopher that money l have,

and l am prepared
to lay it out as he advises.

Oh, Drake, you done it.

Anyone could've done it, sister.
Even Jud.

Take a smithy to make a proper job of it.

lf there's nothing else, l'll be going now.

Right. But you'll take this stool today.

- Madam, are you sure?
- It'll go in the attic here.

Oh, Drake. Do you know
Mary Ann Tamblyn?

- She lives with a family at Sawle.
- Miss Tamblyn, l've seen you about.

As you've finished, perhaps
you'll carry this for her.

Madam, l can manage.
l'm used to fetching and carrying.

Oh, 'tis no trouble to Drake, is it?

- No.
- Oh, Drake, will you come to the mine?

l've got some tools
l'd like your opinion on.

Drake's accompanying
Miss Tamblyn home.

- The mine can wait.
- As you say.

l'll come to the mine tomorrow,
then, Captain Ross.

- Right, miss.
- Bye, madam.

Glad l could be of help
with the fireback, sister.

lt's a pity Mary Ann's got that limp.

Your matchmaking
will get you into mischief.

lt's not matchmaking.
It's a question of propinquity.

You went to the dictionary for that one.

lt means two things that just
happen to be side by side.

At your invitation.
What a flagrant contrivance.

l can't abide to see
my brother so unhappy.

- You can't get Morwenna from his heart.
- After all this time? Why not?

l know you think eight months
isn't long enough

to get over the sorrow of a loved one.

- Is it?
- Oh, Ross, don't you understand?

What l felt for Hugh is over.

Hugh's dead.

Just as Morwenna
should seem dead to Drake.

She's married to the vicar
of St Margaret's. Nothing can break that.

lt puzzles me
why you were called, Doctor.

As l keep telling my husband,
l am in excellent health.

l am so sorry you were troubled.

- Where are you going?
- To take John for a walk by the river.

- By the river?
- He will come to no harm.

Why should he?

Well, did she admit
her threats to the boy?

- No, l...
- Did you ask about them?

l'm convinced such threats are empty.

Should l ignore them?
Can l take that risk?

l confess your wife is
of a highly nervous disposition.

She is demented, sir.

lf she ever really did it...

Am l to wait until the crime is
committed? Surely the threat is enough?

You say it's because she's not prepared
to submit herself to your desires.

But why is she not? The very refusal
is proof something is wrong with her.

l'm not an old man.
l'm in the prime of life.

l am her husband.
To deny me is in itself not natural.

But hardly proof
she's not in her right mind.

There are other signs. You must've
observed spasms of excitement

followed by periods of such
melancholy she talks to no one.

l admit there are...
some grounds for anxiety.

There are grounds for but one
course of action, Dr Behenna -

to have her committed.

Going too fast for you, am l?

- No, no. 'Tis just right.
- Well, you have only to say.

Your sister's very good to me.

She gives me work
at Nampara every week.

l expect she needs you.
l never seen Demelza meet with sewing.

- Who learned you?
- Mostly myself.

Then l borrowed a book on it
from Mrs Odgers.

- You can read?
- Yes. Mind, l don't read easy.

- My sister learned me.
- Mrs Poldark?

l have only the one. Several brothers.

Sam the preacher's your brother,
isn't he?

- A good man.
- Are you at the Connection?

No. l just go to church Sundays.

l appreciate the strain that
enforced celibacy must have

on a man of your vigour.

Was not marriage ordained by St Paul

for those who do not have
the gift of continency?

l do not...

lf a man and a woman
do not become of one flesh,

the wedding service makes it
plain what may come to pass.

l do not see how committing
your wife is going to help.

- You can hardly remarry.
- Certainly not.

The marriage bond is indissoluble.

No, l would be forced
to engage a housekeeper,

some good woman who would know
her place and see to my needs.

You yourself have a housekeeper,
Dr Behenna.

lndeed. But l could not be happy so

knowing my wife
was confined to a madhouse!

lnsanity is well understood
to be a judgment on the wicked.

lt is not that l wish
to see her chained in an asylum.

l am thinking of some private retreat.

There is a place at St Neots.

She would be looked after
by competent persons,

away from the strain of life
in a busy vicarage.

All it requires is a letter from you

to carry sufficient weight with
her relatives and the bishop.

- The bishop?
- l would need his sympathy.

This is a very delicate matter.

lt could not be my recommendation,
you understand.

But from you, as her physician...

This is a very grave step
you're contemplating.

We must do nothing hasty.

Remember l am a man
with all man's natural needs.

lf my wife denies them...

lf you'll excuse me,
l have to attend on Mr Pearce.

- Pearce?
- The notary.

He's hoping you might
call on him soon. He wrote to you.

There can be naught wrong with him

that abstinence from wine will not cure.

When you're near Callinick Street,
perhaps you could call on him.

- Callinick Street?
- He lives at the upper end.

l know. l've played
whist with him there many times.

lt's just l do not know
when l'll be near there.

Meantime, l suggest l call
on your wife again...in a month or two.

- A month or two?
- This matter needs thinking on.

Do not delay too long. For l fear
for what may... may come to pass.

Good day, Mr Whitworth.

Ross?

Ross, Jud said you'd come here.

What on earth are you doing?

George has no right to fence this land!

lt's been a right of way for centuries.

- There's fences everywhere.
- Legally, he can, l suppose.

- Legally? What does that mean?
- Oh, Ross.

lt's not George you're so bitter
about at the moment, is it?

You'd do better knocking down
the barricades between us

than George's fences.

When l saw you weeping at his bedside,

l realised what he meant to you.

l felt excluded.

Well, you should not have felt so.

lf Armitage had lived,

l could've won you back in a fair fight.

How can l fight a ghost?

You don't have to fight anyone. It's over.

Because he's dead?

- It's over.
- But not forgotten.

ls Elizabeth forgotten?

Ever since l've known you,
l've had to compete with an ideal.

l know it's easier for me,

fending off blows
is second nature to me.

l had to learn that the moment l was born
but you bleed more easy.

The tears l shed at Hugh's death
were only partly for him.

All that youth and gentleness
buried into the ground.

But l knew how you were suffering.

And all these months you've been away,

it's not for Hugh Armitage
l been grieving.

My tears are for us, Ross, for us.

Ah, Mr Whitworth,

you'll regret to see me in this state.

l regret it meself.

Everyone regrets it.

In what way
may l assist you, Mr Pearce?

l know this gouty condition has,
a little affected my hearing

but curiously,
l can always hear you, me boy.

l suppose it's being a cleric -
used to preaching and the like.

l cannot stay long,
l have other calls to make.

lt seems no time at all
since l was your age.

Life's like one of those hobbyhorses
you ride on at a fair.

Suddenly, the music stops.

A little fasting and you'll soon
be up again, playing whist.

Did you forswear any luxuries
for Lent? Tell me that.

Help yourself, my boy.

Noblemen have congratulated me
on my choice of canary wine.

Alas, l may not drink it meself
before sundown, so Behenna says.

Though what difference it makes
in the end, the good God knows.

And talking of the good God,

l'd remind you - l live in your parish.

Job, in the time of his tribulation says,

''lf a man dies, shall he live again.

''All the days of my appointed time,
will l wait till my change come.''

l believe a glass of canary
would be helpful to me, me boy.

You're a parson. The bishop
has laid hands on you.

- You ought to know if anyone does.
- Know what?

lf it's true, what you preach.

ls there an afterlife?
You see, l would wish to repent,

if l believed there was something to it.

St James says, ''Blessed is
the man that endureth temptation,

''for he shall receive the crown of life.''

Alas, l've not altogether
endured temptation.

l've yielded here and there.

l don't fancy meeting me maker
with a burdened conscience.

But is there really such a being?

Do you believe these tales
of hellfire and eternal damnation?

Upon me soul,
l don't know what to think.

God is eternal, God is omnipresent.

lf you travel down to the furthermost
part of hell, he is there also.

There is no escaping him.

ls it the sins of your youth
that trouble you?

Did l sin then? If so, l have forgot.

'Tis the sins of age that trouble me.

What sins can you possibly
have on your mind, Mr Pearce?

Gluttony? Sloth?
l once detected you cheating at whist.

Ah, if it had only been at whist.

l have, from time to time,
indulged in a little speculation.

lt's difficult for a country
Iawyer to accumulate wealth

though all his life, he attend on it.

Me speculations went astray.
Money was lost instead of made.

So you are less well off.
What is there to that?

l have to tell you, me boy,

some of the money
l speculated with was...

not my own.

Are you saying Nathaniel Pearce

has been misusing monies
entrusted to him?

This is just what l'm saying.

And when he dies,
as he seems like to at any moment,

certain persons will be
in something of a taking.

Not to mention Pascoes bank.

- Pascoes are involved?
- Not directly

but as a party to the trusts in question.

Could there be a risk to Pascoes?

Certainly not. Pascoe may have
been vulnerable a few years ago

- but he must have big reserves.
- Nobody in banking has, not even us.

The cards were called.

lf Pascoe were under pressure...

- What are you saying, George?
- His son-in-law, St John Peter,

is in debt to Warleggans for f12,OOO.

lf we called that in, he'd have
to go to Pascoes to pay us.

And if Pascoes were in difficulties

and a run on the bank were started...

Why are you so interested?

l'll get something for your cough.

Some tea or even a glass of wine.

While you're about it, can you
not have the fire lit in here?

- The room is as draughty as Penrice.
- l'll have it seen to.

l never was troubled with
any affection of the bronchia

till the day your Valentine was born.

l caught a chill in that
draughty bedroom you gave me.

And l believe that old witch,
Agatha Poldark

cast some spell upon me there
that will not disperse.

Agatha cast an evil spell
on all of us, even Valentine.

At least she will not be here
if another child is born to us.

- Is that in the wind?
- No.

One child is scarce enough
to make sure the inheritance.

l was enough.

Not that there'll be much left

the way you're laying out money
at the moment, l hear.

- Do you know what l'm laying it out on?
- Derelict properties in St Michael's.

Hoping to get control of a borough?

Last year, because of an agreement
between two of our so-called nobility,

l lost my seat in Parliament
to Ross Poldark.

With a borough,
l get not only a seat but control.

lnfluence and power
of a new kind altogether.

The costs do not finish
when you buy the properties.

Sir Christopher Hawkins
pointed out the pitfalls.

l'm in favour of your attempts
to get back into Parliament

but you will lose your way
if you let yourself be distracted.

By what?

Elizabeth and l both observed
the look in your eye

when you were talking about
what could happen to Pascoe.

What do you expect from that?

Ross Poldark has substantial
balances in Pascoes.

Aiming at one bird, l might wing another.

You are too big to waste time
and money paying off old scores.

Buy your borough, get back
into Parliament, look ahead.

But Poldark - does it merit
the trouble it'll take to wing him?

Yes, Father, it does.

Ross!

Riding home?

- We can go part of the way together.
- How are you, Dwight?

And in spite of her protestations,
l hear Caroline dotes on the baby.

- But pretends not to.
- Of course.

They're always the same with the first.
Every whimper's a crisis.

And woe betide you, Dwight,
if things go wrong.

How is it now
between you and Demelza?

- If you mean Hugh Armitage...
- Armitage is dead, Ross.

What should l do about
a young man, dead, as you say,

but who, nevertheless,
attempted to make a cuckold of me?

- Maybe succeeded.
- Put it out of your mind.

Easily said.

Hold hard to what you've got,
that's my advice.

And be grateful, Ross.

l hope Arthur hasn't taken them,
by mistake, to the library.

What has become of them?

Thank you.

l was dressing to go out
when you knocked.

l'm afraid you took me quite by surprise.

ls there anything l can get you,
in the way of refreshment?

No, thank you,
l can stay but a few minutes.

There they are. l remember now.

l asked Arthur to purloin some paper
from the library to wrap them.

Paper is so very expensive.

Latimer's Discourses
and Jeremy Taylor's Sermons.

Did you ever read them?

l have always appreciated
anything you gave me, Vicar.

How is your husband?

They've just raised
his salary to f16 a year.

And he does copy work at night
for Mr Pearce, the notary.

With the income from what
you kindly gave us...

Well, we live very frugally

but l'm sure there are many
worse off than ourselves.

Certainly.

l remember you nightly
in my prayers, Vicar.

- Every night l think of you.
- l must take my leave.

- How's Wenna?
- Well.

And the baby? Must be
quite the little boy now.

l saw Morwenna in the street
but she looked the other way.

ls all well between you?

l'm sure my sister is
everything a good wife should be.

Will you come again? Perhaps
one evening when Arthur is at home.

He's here every night except Thursdays.

Thursdays he visits his parents
and is home late.

l'll remember.

Give my fondest affections
to my sister, will you?

Caroline, where are you?

The baby asleep in her cot
and no sign of her.

She can't be far away.

Even the servants aren't answering.

Dwight, what's the matter? l noticed
something on the ride from Truro.

ls all well between you and Caroline?

Caroline has never been happier.
The baby is her achievement.

Justification for her patience
in nursing me back to health.

Never giving up.
Something to show for it at last.

Caroline!

Did you know he wrote poems?

Hugh Armitage.

- Did you?
- l knew he was a poet.

That last visit before he died,

Falmouth asked me to accept
his nomination for Parliament.

l had it in mind to refuse.

But when we got home, l found
a poem written to her by Armitage.

This had something to do
with your acceptance?

Victory meant going
to London, getting away.

Well, why not?

l felt so useless to her. Irrelevant.

You were mistaken in that, l'm sure.

- This poem?
- l don't know what it meant.

Perhaps it was just a poem.

But it spoke of ''happiness revealed
by favour of a single day.''

And there were images of the sea

and wind and shore

and of her heel-print in the sand.

Dwight! Oh, thank God you're back.

l went to look for you.
You're needed at the mine.

There's been an accident, Ross.
One of the lodes flooded.

..not dry after all.
Those old workings of Wheal Maiden

must have been full nigh
right up to the top.

Once the pick went through,
well, by the time l called the others,

what began as a trickle
was shooting like a fountain.

Next thing, a great wall
of water knocked us all down.

- Who's missing?
- 'Tis hard to be sure.

Tom Sparrat got washed away.

And Sid Bunt and, well...

Let's pray Bill Thomas be not taken,

after all we did to get him to the shaft.

He'll come bravely, won't he, Dr Enys?

He looks finished to me.

Turn him over.

Sam! Sam!

What ee be doing, Dr Enys?

He opened his eyes.

He's going to come brave.

Yes.

He'll recover now.

The men are saying Sam got them out.

He went down through the water
to the lower level to warn them.

Aye, they'd all be drowned,
if it hadn't been for Sam.

- Sam.
- Oh.

l didn't think to find you at home.

- Why ain't you working, then?
- Why ain't you?

Master's given most of us
servants t'day off to celebrate.

Have y'heard the good news?

- News?
- A great victory for England.

Master was so excited.

Nile, ain't it? Admiral Nelson
destroyed the French ships.

Blowed them all out to sea, he has.

Pray it'll end the war.

Bells be a-ringing, London way.
They'll peal at Sawle soon.

What brings you here, Emma?

l done a letter for you, Sam.

Who learned you to write?

l asked my friend Mary
to put it down for me.

She say l give her
some amul hard words to spell.

But l give her a shilling for doing it.

lt be a good long letter, Sam.

- Nothing more to be done, sir.
- Thank you, Zacky.

Still here, Dwight?

ln case you brought
anyone else up from below.

We lost two men, that's enough.

Demelza has helped Bill Thomas home.
She'll see you at Nampara.

That was a miracle - reviving Thomas.

l'd have sworn he was drowned.

Such knowledge must make you proud.

There's not so much pride
from what a doctor can do

as despair from what he can't.

l think of the hundreds of babies born

where the clumsy midwife bites the cord
with her teeth - and they thrive.

Yet a child, attended by her own father,

given all the care
and attention of a princess...

Sarah?

What's wrong with Sarah? Dwight?

She has a congenital defect of the heart.

Possibly even a pe_oration.

- You only have to listen to her chest.
- What does it mean?

She'll never go hunting with her mother.
She'll be a weakling.

- Does Caroline know?
- Should l tell her?

- If she has an invalid child...
- Fathered by an invalid,

- should l tell her that?
- Dwight.

l beg you not to mention this to Demelza.

She'd keep your confidence.

She'd give it away in her face.

Are you really sure, Dwight?

There's no doubt.

Well, at least
you'll soon have Bill Thomas

to wield a pick for you again.

'You'm such a good man, Sam.

'You don't know the world
so well as me.

''Tis reputation that you count
among your praying folk.

'lf l wed you in chapel,
folk'd point and say,

'''Look ye at that there brazen hussy.

'''Who does she think she be wed to?

'''Our Sam, our preacher.

'''Her, what we've all seen arm
in arm with half the fellas.''

'Ned Hartnell do love me truly, Sam.

'Second footman he is now.

'Ten year olderer than me
but jolly and kind

'and thoughtful of me.

'Not a wild man, like Sid Rowse,

'nor yet a good man, like you.

'But he have good ways and quiet ways

'and do work honest.

'And l do say l will marry him, Sam.

'l do surely like him

'and he truly love me.

'So l be going to wed him.

'And that's the way it must be#

- What's the damage to the mine?
- According to Ross,

it means loss of profit for three months.

Luckily, we've got just enough
to cover it at Pascoes bank.

- Caroline.
- Ross.

lt's a while since l've seen you.

l've had to quite forego
my visiting these days.

- How's Dwight?
- Working so hard,

you'd think the devil were at his heels.

l don't know what came over him.
He's even seeing Morwenna again.

- She's Dr Behenna's patient.
- That's what l said.

Behenna's called on Dwight
for a second opinion.

Can you picture them? Conferring
in grave, medical discourse.

- What's wrong?
- As if Dwight would betray

a medical confidence to me.

Not that
he's home enough to talk to me.

- It doesn't seem to worry you.
- l do have my consolation now.

That reminds me. Consolation
will be demanding to be fed

- unless l gallop home.
- How is Sarah?

Lazy, as ever. She hardly
moves a muscle in her cot.

When do they begin to talk?

Caroline, don't be impatient,
she's only four months old.

She'll be running round,
asking questions in no time.

- Bye, Ross.
- Goodbye, Caroline.

And then you'll wish
she was a baby again.

The Warleggans
are having a big party next month.

We won't be invited.

These days,
l care not if we are. l must be getting old.

- Bye, Caroline.
- Bye-bye, Demelza.

George and Elizabeth are having a party.

- What Dwight said was true.
- What?

We have a lot to be thankful for.

That's easy for Dwight.

The incident at the mine.
Jeremy ill in bed.

l was going to ask Caroline
if he could call

but if he's as busy as she says...

- Jeremy only has a cold.
- Feverish with it.

Forget Jeremy. It's us.

- Us?
- Me.

The ghost won't be laid.

But you're right -
we mustn't spoil what's left.

You called me a stranger. Perhaps.

But l'm a stranger that knows
every inch of your skin.

l have no idea whether
you and l will ever laugh together again.

There's anger and jealousy still.

But should we not try to begin again?

Be thankful for what we have?

More questions? Another inquisition?

You see? Even her most
casual utterances...

- You too, Dr Enys?
- If you remember

how well we got on before,
Mrs Whitworth,

you'll know there's no reason for anxiety.

Shall we go to another room?

Tell me, how old is your son now?
He must be growing up fast.

He's a very forward child.

Why you called that opinionated
young man l'll never know.

My examinations of Mrs Whitworth

have convinced me that
she is in a very unstable frame of mind.

- So what more is needful?
- A great deal more,

if you want me to write
that definitive letter to your Bishop.

Seems to me, Sam,
most people live their lives

without half the trouble come to we.

This news of Emma
makes us two of a kind.

At least l have the comfort
of the Holy Spirit.

That gives me faith.

That this wedding'll come to naught?

That holy Jesus will order my life
and hers as best to further His will.

But pleasure has me to hear
you're going with a young woman.

Mary Ann Tamblyn?

l've seen her thrice
and all but once by accident.

'Tis oversaying it
to say l'm going with she.

l would like to see you wed
to a fitter young woman.

l'll grant you,
Mary Ann is a goodly person.

She would do her most
for any man she were wed to.

But l could not bring her a full heart.

Love might come.

lf you shared in the worship of Christ,
it would come.

l love Morwenna.

To grieve over
what can't be undone is foolish.

ln time, even the sorest wounds
must heal.

- Morwenna's wed.
- And is in hell.

Drake, you cannot know this.

He's been with her for half an hour.

- The longer, the better.
- As if there were any doubt.

- l attended Mr Pearce this morning.
- Is he...? Has he...?

Has there been any new cause for alarm?

No, you may rest assured
that he will live another few weeks yet.

He much appreciates
your Thursday visits.

He's only sorry they are so short.

l have to get back to my wife.

lt is the duty of a vicar
to minister to the sick, l do not shirk it.

Well, sir?

l have examined Mrs Whitworth
as thoroughly as l can.

l have no doubt, Dr Behenna,
that she needs special care.

Her mother and sisters will need
to give permission.

The care could be provided
by her husband.

When she refuses me
my conjugal rights,

threatens to kill our son
if l enforce them?

Do you need to enforce them?

Dr Behenna, it is not for us to pronounce
on the success of a marriage

but if a husband cannot win his wife
with kindness and love,

he deserves to do without her.

As to her state of mind,
all symptoms of hallucination,

morbid melancholia, folie circulaire

or other indications that she is
Iosing her reason, l cannot detect.

ln my opinion
there is no doubt whatsoever.

Your wife, Mr Whitworth,
is completely sane.

How many will be coming from London?

Several Members of Parliament,
useful ones like Monk Adderley,

and of course Unwin Trevaunance,
the Hastons and Lord Devoran.

l suppose we must entertain
the rest of local society.

We need more servants. The staff
aren't up to an occasion of this kind.

Engage whom you will, spare
no expense. We need to make a show.

Londoners never move
once they're here, they'll stay for days.

Penrice can accommodate them.

lt's not you they look to
for their convenience.

l am sure none of the guests
will have cause to complain.

lt really means a lot to you,
getting back to Parliament.

lt's not so much the seat,
it's the power that goes with it.

Forgive me, Ross,
but l can make no calls.

l've told Demelza
the whole country is sniffing,

but as l was passing l thought l'd call.

You see, Sarah has caught a cold too.

Oh, l'm sorry. Nothing serious?

Dwight?

l believe l told you
she would be an invalid all her life.

l told myself the same thing

to help me believe that,
were she to be kept from infection,

given all the care and attention
that her loving father,

- himself a doctor...
- What are you saying?

l knew that come
the slightest infection, even a cold...

her heart would not stand the strain.

Well... Well, she's not...?

- It will be a matter of hours.
- This can't be so.

l brought Bill Thomas back to life
but not my own daughter.

- Surely only a cold...
- Will be enough.

Does Caroline know?

l told her this morning. l felt l had to now.

- How's she taking it?
- Very well.

lt has come as rather a shock

but you need not worry,
Caroline is taking it very well.

Are you offering me a drink, Dwight?

My husband clearly wishes me
to become a toper.

Or does he think
that drink will soften the tragedy

and turn it into something lighter?

Caroline, you are deceiving no one.

Or are we perhaps
proposing a toast to someone?

Do you know, Ross, l quite neglected
my poor little dog for Sarah.

What a mistake l made.

How annoyed my uncle would have been
that Sarah should have so short a stay.

She may come through it.
You can't be sure. She may live yet.

l'm glad Demelza is not with you, Ross.

l am hard and l can fend for myself.

Demelza would not be so controlled.

Demelza would not be so dignified.

She does not understand dignity
and all that it means.

l believe that Demelza would cry,

and that, l rather think, would ruin us all.