All language subtitles for The Other Bennet Sister 2026 S01E06 720p WEB-DL HEVC x265 BONE

The anxiety I felt over my mother's
sudden illness was quite overwhelming.

Losing one parent had upturned my life.

To lose the other was unthinkable.

Though my mother's presence had always
loomed large in my life, I could not

imagine myself without her.

Top of the stairs, Miss Bennett.

Well, don't stand in the doorway. You're
letting the heat out.

Mother!

You look... well.

Parventry. Are you a physician all of a
sudden?

No. I, uh... I'm just... I'm relieved to
see that you're, um...

improved. You look like you haven't
slept in days.

And whose dress are you wearing?

My own.

Mary, I am so pleased to see you.

Oh, it has been far too long.

I cannot be expected to stand.

Hello, Mary. Mary, come here.

I see the London air has taken a
terrible toll on your complexion.

And your hair. I am sure being back in
the country will help.

Looks beyond repair to me.

I had undertaken such a long journey.

And yet, here I was.

Back where I started.

From Mother's letter, I thought that she
was gravely ill.

We all did.

Has she actually been ill at all? She
thought it might be influenza or

But she had made a miraculous recovery.

Perhaps she rallied at the news that I
was on my way.

I, for one, am pleased we are all back
together.

Yes, I was thinking, perhaps we could
play graces or charades after dinner.

No, but please, graces, Mary.

Oh, on the contrary.

Quite fashionable in London.

How is London, Mary?

Yes. I want to hear all about it.

Yes. London is... Kitty.

It's... Kitty.

Kitty! I cannot reach the preserves.

How are the gardeners? Are you enjoying
being their governess?

I... Yes.

It's most rewarding.

Have you made many new acquaintances?

My sister -in -law, Caroline, is in
London for the summer. Have you crossed

paths?

Oh, gosh, there's so many people.

I know she can be a little stiff at
first, but she would be interesting

for you. I have company.

There's a plethora of choice, really,
for interesting company in London. Do

mean your book?

That's Mama's bell.

She wants you, Mary.

I've only just been up there. I will
send a servant to attend to her.

Mrs. Bennet would like Miss Bennet to
attend to her.

She probably wants to hear all about
London.

Walk the Duchess to the edge of the
fountain and no further.

If you feel the wind picking up, you
must bring her inside immediately and

her warm water and chopped meat. Do not
let Cook give her the leftovers, only

fresh chopped beef.

After 30 minutes, you may return her to
me, for she is the only member of this

family upon whom I can depend these
days.

Oh, and tell Lizzie I wish to be moved
to the drawing room.

Do you think you'll be happier
convalescing in here, Mama?

Well, you might remember to visit me if
I'm here.

Now, where is my bell?

Do not trouble yourselves waiting for
me. I'm fine.

Thank it, Mother.

And these pillows will not do.

Authentic Mother.

Maybe some toasted cheese.

I feel terribly weak this morning.

Another blanket?

And a book.

Perhaps Laurie can choose one of these.
I was hoping for something readable.

Not joining us, Mr Darcy?

Mary!

Mary, where on earth have you been all
this time?

I was walking the dog.

Mama.

Please.

Who's the letter from, Mary?

It's from one of my friends in London.

What friend is that, Mary?

Lydia?

What friend is that, Mary?

Her name is Miss Baxter.

Anne Baxter. I've never heard of Miss
Baxter.

Then she surely does not exist. She most
probably does not.

Lydia is being most unkind.

Something seems to be troubling you,
Mary.

You seem full of concern for every time
we mention London.

Do I?

I thought you would be eager to return.

Does Mother's dog in any way remind you
of Mother?

Oh,

Lizzie, I... Oh.

I embarrassed myself terribly when I
left London.

Caroline Bingley was there. She was
determined to humiliate me, and I left

such a flurry. I smashed a bell jar of
great sentimental value to its owner, a

new friend, Mr Ryder, and everyone
stared at me.

No -one else will have given it a second
thought.

It would have been worse to you, I'm
sure.

What partner has not done something
regrettable in their lives?

You.

You, Jane, Kitty, Lydia.

Lydia?

Oh, no. No, Lydia has.

I can assure you, we all have.

Anne wrote to tell me not to worry.

You see?

She's become a dear friend.

She has something of an understanding
with another good friend of mine.

Mr Tom Hayward.

Mr Hayward is... He's the kindest man.

I see.

And have you met any gentlemen that have
taken your eye? Me? No. Oh, no.

No.

London is actually entirely without any
eligible men.

I don't think I ever leave. I'm not
really the marrying sort.

Nonsense, Mary.

A visitor for Miss Mary Bennet.

Mr Ryder!

What are you doing here?

Miss Bennet.

I hope you and your family won't
consider this a great imposition, but...

You left London with such haste. I was
most worried about your mother and

to offer my support in your hour of
need.

How do you do, Mr. Ryder?

Mrs. Bennet?

Why, it is a pleasure to see you looking
so well. I usually look much better

than this, though my recovery has been
quite extraordinary.

I'm glad to hear it.

Miss Bennet, won't you introduce me to
your sister?

Yes,

this is Mrs Elizabeth Darcy.

This is Kitty Boncock.

How do you do?

This is Jane Bingley and Mrs Lydia
Wickham.

Enchanted to meet you all.

How do you know Mary?

Miss Bennet and I met at a soiree in
London and share a similar taste in

despicable crime pamphlets.

Oh!

Anyway... I was en route to visit my
aunt, Lady Catherine de Bourgh, and

to pay my respects.

Well, let us not stand upon ceremony.

Elizabeth will arrange for us to take
tea in the garden.

Mr. Ryder, do join us. No, I'm sure Mr.
Ryder will have more important matters

to attend to.

I have time.

Are you well enough, Mama?

Yes, thank you, Jane. I am perfectly
well enough.

Mary?

Take Mr.

Ryder to the garden.

Lydia will deal with the dog.

What? Mr. Ryder.

Come along, Mr.

Ryder.

I have always felt that what a lady puts
in her garden is so terribly important.

Roses, of course. Of course. Your
favourite flower?

Well...

My turn!

I see you forgot to mention Mr Ryder in
your reports from London.

You also forgot to mention how handsome
he is.

I mean, I've not really noticed his
looks, I'm sure.

He's come an awfully long way to see
you.

He's probably just thirsty and nearby.

What?

Oh, you must... Stay with us, Mr. Ryder.
Especially with the weather turning as

it may well do. Do you not agree,
Lizzie? You would be most welcome, Mr.

That is very kind.

Come, Miss Bennet.

Show us your skills.

No.

That's not what I meant.

Excellent!

Well done, Mary!

Bravo!

Well done.

I was sorry to see you leave London in
such a hurry.

Sir Ryder, have... Have you come here to
the stuff?

You know, the... Yes.

Yes, Miss Bennet, I believe I have. I've
been wondering whether to write to you

on the subject.

Oh, I wouldn't expect you to lead the
conversation, Miss Bennet. Mr Ryder, are

you here to talk about...

The bell jar.

The bell jar?

What did you say? Miss Beret, please, do
not trouble yourself over that.

But it was your father's. I thought
you'd be upset.

Not at all. Please, think no more of it.

It is a

pleasure to meet your family.

Yes, my sisters are exceptional, I know.

As are you, Miss Bennet.

Oh, no, I am much more... I find it most
refreshing that you

do not fawn over potential husbands or
have your mind constantly set on finding

a match.

Well, no, no, I don't really... I don't
give it much thought.

But you lack artifice.

The qualities shine out. They're not
corrupted by the false polish of the

These are observations of a very, very
personal nature.

Well, I have a very low opinion of the
petty rules to which we submit ourselves

in the name of good manners.

Did you know that?

Thank you. I have mentioned it once or
twice.

I believe, Miss Bennet, that our
inability to say what we mean is one of

great curses of our age.

We hide behind a thousand disguises that
we like to call politeness.

Mr.

Darcy sends his apologies. He has a
seasonal headache.

Mr.

Ryder. Tell us about yourself.

Mary mentioned you are an avid reader.

Oh, er, a poetry, perhaps.

I find longer works are usually not for
me.

Really? I think the brevity of poetry is
one of its principal attractions.

I agree.

Wholeheartedly. I only wish I had the
fine mind of your sister.

Miss Berrett has such an astute
understanding of a wide range of

She does.

She does.

I do not know whether she gets it from
me or her father. From you, Mother, I'm

sure.

There are very few people who have the
insight of Miss Bennet.

I could talk to you all day.

I must admit, London has been a little
grey without you.

Are you joking?

No, there are many interesting minds in
London.

All eager for thoughtful conversation.

None as interesting as yours.

Hello?

Mother.

I came to wish you good night.

To make an excellent match.

I wonder what kind of endowment he has.

I don't know. A sizable one, I'm sure.

Good night.

Good night, Mary.

Sorry, don't let me distract you.

What are you reading, Mr. Ryder?

A rather fascinating book on... Jesus.

Right, it's upside down.

Ah, so it is.

What are you reading, Miss Bennet?

Fordyce's Sermons for Young Women.

Oh, insufferable, rule -making pedant.
Would you like me to put it in the fire

for you?

Not quite how I remember it, I'll admit.

What's he talking about?

Barry sounds serious.

She is boring him, I know it.

I think you should read Mrs. McCauley.

She will help you to better understand
the world. I am no good at all at

my energy on anything that does not
either move or please me. I think that

shame, sir.

You know, my father was a scholar.

He devoted all his time to studying
insects.

Winged beetles, mostly. Of course, yes.

The beetle in the jar.

Fascinating stuff, really.

I'm not so sure, but it occupied his
every waking hour.

He rarely emerged from his study.

We hardly ever saw him.

When I was 15 years old, he...

died quite suddenly.

Oh.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

A few days after his death, I sat in his
dark study and...

I thought about all the hours he'd spent
in there.

Away from his family.

Away from life.

And for what?

For your father must have derived a
great deal of pleasure from his work.

Perhaps.

But I think I learnt more about the
point of human existence in that moment

my father learnt in a lifetime of study.

From then on, I devoted myself to the
pursuit of joy.

Tell me, Miss Bennett, what makes you
happy?

Nobody's ever asked me such a question.

Then you must consider it now.

Uh, well, um, reading, reading,
learning,

teaching.

And what of friendship?

Of love?

Uh, yes.

No, of course, that.

Life is short, Miss Bennet.

Everything turns to dust in the end.

We might as well experience some joy
before that happens.

Let's go riding.

Yes! Let's go!

Ladies.

What a waste.

Well? Well, what? Are you going out
walking again, Mary? No, Mr. Ida and I

going riding. On a horse?

Yes, generally the idea. But you hate
horses.

Mary, what are his intentions?

To ride a horse, I think.

Oh, dear. Oh, dear.

You're quite all right, Miss Bennett.

I'm perfectly fine. Thank you. Yes.

There we go. There we go.

Now, I've been thinking about your
argument that we should say more

honestly what we think and feel.

Oh, excellent.

I knew you'd agree.

Oh, I don't know that I do.

I mean, surely even you must admit there
may be occasions when, well, for all

manner of reasons, something's best left
unsaid.

I cannot concur.

I intend to live my life by bolder
principles. In fact, that is why I came

To put that belief into practice.

Really?

Yes. I came here to commit the great
impropriety of telling you honestly what

think of you.

Mr. Ryder, I can assure you there's no
need. I attempted to scribble a few

lines, but then I thought of some verses
of Mr. Wordsworth that captured your

spirit perfectly.

May I be allowed to recite them to you?

Of course, Mr. Ryder. Please.

She dwelt among... Excuse me.

No.

Please, take your time.

She dwelt among the untrodden ways,
beside the springs of Dove.

A maid whom there were none to praise
and very few to love.

A violet by a mossy stone, half hidden
from the eye.

Fair as a star when only one.

shining in the sky.

I think you see me as a lonely figure.

I was brought up in Hertfordshire, sir,
so the road to London was barely five

miles away.

It is possible to feel oneself alone,
even in such close proximity to town.

Yes, but in my village, it was quite
untrue to say that there were none to

praise and very few to love.

There were scores of people, Very eager
to praise my sister.

Perhaps living with your family in
Meryton kept you half hidden from the

But now you've broken out on your own.

You can be seen at last as you deserve.

Fair as a star when only one is shining
in the sky.

You're an actual Miss Bennet. Oh, I'm
not.

I know.

Our conversation has made me very happy,
Miss Bennet.

Me too, Ryder.

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Walk on.

Mary,

there you are.

What's everything the matter? What
happened on the ride?

We rode horses.

And mine was most unruly. And it had a
taste for bramble. If it had a mind of

its own, really. And my saddle was not
at all comfortable.

That's not a slight on the quality.
Mary. Mary!

It appears Mr.

Ryder does have some sort of affection
for you, and I believe he is about to

propose.

Mother, I'm not completely sure that you
are right, and I really would hate to

cause you any further disappointment.

This is an opportunity that cannot be
overlooked.

He's a very eligible gentleman.

You will say yes, won't you?

What happened? What did he say? Did he
ask you? He's not going to ask her.

use it.

Miss Ferris!

Are you quite all right? Oh, nothing.

Nothing at all.

May I speak with you in private?

I have something very important I want
to discuss with you.

Mother had told me to prepare myself.

But nothing could prepare me for what
happened next.