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Dear Mother, I write to let you know that I will not be joining you at

Pemberley just yet, as I am still very much needed in London.

The gardener's governess has indeed returned, but we find ourselves quite

overrun with social engagements.

You will be excited to hear that I have been invited to one of Lady Winspear's

weekly balls.

I am very much looking forward to it.

I miss you all.

Yours, Mary.

The gardener's governess has returned from Norfolk, has she not?

Yes, yes, a week ago. Well, then the ball is perfectly timed for you to find

husband.

A husband? Whatever else do you plan to do?

Someone who was once a friend told me that a woman has two choices in life,

marriage or misery.

What do you think?

Mary, it's not too late for marriage, if that's what you're asking me.

And I do believe it's the better choice, but I'm not the only one.

Some marriages are miserable.

I agree.

I mean, I did once try to find a husband, but it was unsuccessful.

My mother has always said no one will marry a girl in spectacles.

Mary, that is nonsense.

What a terrible thing for your mother to say.

Well, you may not have had luck in the past, but this time it's different.

This time, you have me.

Under my tutelage, you will become the star of London society.

It's all about confidence.

A certain coolness.

I think you care too much.

Really? Have you ever polished your skin?

We put this in the pipkin and the pipkin in the fire until the wax melts.

Then we spread it on your face.

You're going to look radiant, Mary.

I'm going to smell like sleep.

What on earth?

There.

Thank...

Mary,

you have stew on your face.

Er...

Oh,

now we need to work on your walk.

Step into the room like you are Lady Winspear herself.

Um, walk normally.

I'm excited for you, Mary.

New love is the most romantic thing.

New love?

Yes, the first rose.

Oh, you must not take it for granted, because the feelings soon pass, and then

everything becomes quite ordinary.

It's almost impossible to remember how one felt at the beginning.

Now walk.

Shoulders back.

Chin up.

Chin down.

Chin up a little.

Don't look scared.

Quite hard not to.

Remember, you're only allowed two dancers with the same partner.

Make eye contact fleetingly with the men you want to dance with and avoid the

eyes of those you do not.

If a man asks you to dance, do not look too happy, nor too disappointed,

depending on who he is.

You must look nonchalant, carefree.

Mary, think back to those times in your childhood when you had not a care in the

world.

Remember, Mary, the most important thing is to be yourself.

Do not fret.

The night has only just begun.

Good evening, Miss Baxter, Miss Bennet.

Doesn't Miss Bennet look beautiful?

Well, as do you, Anne.

Well... Mr. Hayward, how would you like

to dance with Miss Bennet? No, no, I couldn't. It will show how eligible you

are.

I don't suppose you have much room for me on your card.

What if there is? I would be very glad to dance with you.

Oh, well, there might be.

Let me just check.

Yes. Yes.

We could dance.

Thank you, Mr. Hayward.

Mr.

Hayward, how are you?

Miss Bennet?

And very well.

How are you?

Oh, yes.

The clinic.

What a fine minuet.

Oh,

now you two, you must dance together.

Um, I'm going to go and... Oh, Mary, do you mind?

It's you. It is indeed.

William Ryder. Of course, Mr. Ryder.

Well, it is a pleasure to see you again so soon.

Do you like to dance?

Well, perhaps later. My feet are quite... Then let us sit

and gather your strength.

I find these occasions really quite intolerable.

All these poor young ladies parading about, bearing the weight of their

expectations. It's not in the least romantic.

I think these occasions mean a great deal to many young women. And for good

reason. None of them want to fail.

But... Doesn't it seem to you, Miss Bennet, that...

Most people give far too much weight to the idea of marriage.

Because for some people that is their only means of survival.

In matters of men and women, the only thing that should guide us is the heart.

Do you really believe that to be true?

Well, I believe we should sweep away these tired old rules

and follow our inclinations as we wish.

I think you will find, Mr. Ryder, that the liberty in such situations tends to

be enjoyed by the man, while the consequences are borne, quite literally

cases, by the woman.

Perhaps you're right.

I know I am.

Must be fun, I think.

You are allowed to breathe while you dance, Miss Bennet. I am breathing.

I heard that you are a great reader of very serious books.

I'm reading Wordsworth, currently.

Ah. But what do you really enjoy reading, Miss Bennet?

History.

No, no, no. I mean, what's your secret indulgence?

I really enjoyed reading as a child.

With a servant's pamphlet.

They detail the most grisly cries.

I knew there was a bold and curious side to you, Miss Bennet.

I had to hide them from my mother. I bet you did.

Oh, my gosh, look at her. It's the showman, I think.

You tripped.

I did not trip. It was a deliberate embellishment of the glop.

Mary? Miss Baxter, I was just about to ask Miss Bennet to dance again.

Thank you, Mr. Ryder, but I will sit this one out.

Ah, then allow me to fetch you both some ice, ladies.

He might be handsome, Mary, but beware.

He also fancies himself above all the rules that govern the rest of us.

He enjoys the privileges of his class, as well as good looks. I cannot say I

took much notice of his looks, Mary.

I did not. Well, he certainly noticed you.

Kind of you to say, but he doesn't...

Think of me in that way. And actually, that makes it much more enjoyable.

We were just talking about Mr. Ryder.

Yes, William Ryder.

Hi, Viv.

Oh, thank you. And the biggest one for Miss Mary Bennet. Thank you.

Hey, well, don't look so downhearted. Here, you can have mine. I wouldn't

of taking yours.

Mr. Hayward, I seem to have found myself without a partner for the next dance.

I'm quite tired.

But I would love to dance.

What play was yours?

Crunchy.

Crunchy? Mr. Hayward, what on earth happened to you?

Oh, Miss Bingley.

Well, well, Miss Bennet.

How good to see you again.

Are you two ladies already acquainted?

Oh, I have known Miss Bennet for some years.

Pianist, singer, raconteur.

My brother married her sister.

I heard you were a governess in London, though I didn't think it had quite come

to that.

I'm no longer in that position.

So you are in London for a husband?

No.

Miss Bennet is a radical thinker. Is she now? Well, it makes me all the more

glad to be spending the foreseeable future here, where I can be thoroughly

enlightened by your thoughts.

Miss Bennet, I'm holding a small supper this Thursday.

You should join us.

Why, thank you, Mr. Ryder. You must sing.

That is, I mean to say, I may not be able to. I very much look forward to you

joining us on Thursday.

Come, Mr. Ryder.

How did you find the ball last night?

Most pleasant, thank you.

Young William Ryder called while you were asleep this morning, Mary. He left

this bundle of crime pamphlets. It's peculiar. Is this really to your taste?

Thank you.

Oh, and he confirmed our invitation to supper on Thursday.

Oh, what fun.

Jethro.

You could wear your red dress.

Regarding stuff I fear I may not be able to attend.

You have not been yourself since I saw you talking to Caroline Bingley last

night.

She seems to delight in being horrible to me.

I have no idea what I've done to provoke her.

Did she not once fancy herself as marrying your sister's husband, Mr.

She did, yes.

Perhaps she feels threatened by you.

Caroline Bingley is not threatened by me.

She's better than me.

I know that very well.

She's always beautifully dressed and she has extraordinary confidence.

She does not appear to lack confidence, that is certain.

Perhaps underneath that brittle exterior lies doubts and insecurities the same

as everyone else.

And she treats you as though you're beneath her to make herself feel good.

riles her to see you blossoming in London.

Blossoming?

You've changed.

You smile more.

And you laugh.

Well, I've... The thought that you're worthless and Caroline really only

in her mind.

We do not run and hide from the Caroline Bingley's of this world.

We stand our ground.

For there will always be one.

Miss Bennett.

How wonderful to see you.

I very much like your

insects.

Why, thank you.

They were my late father's.

He was a very great collector of all things strange or unusual, in that line.

You have an extensive book collection, Mr. Ryder?

Ah, yes.

They are for show.

Although Grimm's fairy tales proved fine.

Not as fine as those brilliant pamphlets you sent me. I want to hear about the

strangest cases over dinner.

Are you, Miss Bennett, inspired by you?

I have been reading some of those particular works.

myself, and I found something that made me think of you. Of me?

Mm -hmm.

Allow me to find it? Well, of course.

Miss Bingley.

I am so glad you took my advice. Lady Catherine de Boer looks magnificent

I was just about to read something to Miss Bennet that made me think of her

morning. It made you think of Miss Bennet?

Yes, exactly. Now, where is it?

Mr. Ryder, I wondered if it might be helpful for me to cast my eye across the

dinner table before the guests sit.

Uh, very well.

Please excuse us.

I have to say, Miss Bennet, how refreshing it is to see a young woman

courage to defy the dictates of fashion when most of us are foolish enough to

want to look as well as we possibly can.

You are an example to us all.

Mr. Hayward, we are here.

Will you marry?

Are you

all right?

Have you ever read Catherine Macaulay's work?

No. She's most insightful on democracy, if you're interested.

No.

What think you of James Hutton's theory that the Earth is

perpetually being formed?

I have no interest in theory.

What do you like, Mr. Hath?

Horses. Horses. Oh.

I know so little about horse racing. I would be honoured if you would teach me

all you know.

We won't have time for that.

Well, let's just see how we get on.

Right.

Right.

Four legs.

Cannot vomit.

Beautiful creatures.

Beautiful. Almost too beautiful. More intelligent than anyone at this table.

Perhaps if I was to construct a horse... I appreciate that. Right. I've done

this before. I'm sure I can do it again.

That's amazing.

These are the front legs here.

We call these the cloppers.

Back legs, the clippers.

Ah. Clip clops.

Right? You see what I'm saying?

You do not want to stand behind a horse. You do not want to do that.

What can a horse do?

You tell me. Well, it can run, but it can also break your heart.

I can see it.

That is our horse. What shall we name it?

Gerald.

Gerald. Gerald.

Let's enter him at York. Probably faster than the horse I bet on last week.

Thank you. I shall

never wager any significant amount of money without consulting you first.

I was hoping to speak to you.

Really? Well, I couldn't let this evening pass without having the

talking to you properly.

It's a shame, then, that you chose to seat me so far from you at dinner.

You met Lady Catherine once, did you not?

I did.

Only recently we were talking about your family, and she confessed herself

astonished at the great difference between you and your sisters.

She felt that you were not as handsome as Elizabeth, nor as provoking, not as

beautiful as Jane, nor as willing as Kitty, and, well, who could measure up

Lydia's... It was very candid of

her. She is known for her frankness.

And I wonder if frankness isn't just a poor excuse for unkindness.

Tell me, Miss Bennet, do you intend to marry?

Let's assume we all must marry in the end.

Perhaps you might allow me to offer you a little advice, if you wish.

It seems to me that a great deal of time is thrown away in pursuit of

attachments that can never come to anything, such as Mr.

Ryder.

Do you mean to suggest that I am pursuing Mr. Ryder?

Or that he is pursuing me?

For both are quite without foundation. And yet it seems you do all you can to

please him. I cannot imagine why else he would speak of you as he does.

What do you mean?

Confine yourself to your proper sphere, Miss Bennet.

Presumptions of this kind only lead to disappointment and humiliation, where

matters of the heart are concerned.

You seem to know a great deal about rejection.

Is this a lesson you've learned from extensive study?

Or do you perhaps have it to experience of a more personal nature?

a lesson in horse racing you had a dinner miss bennett ah it was yes um

most interesting i wanted to say that i wanted to

ask all that is to say i had noticed at the ball that mr rider had occupied a

great deal of your time and he often acts without thinking i'd be very glad

ask him to be more restrained if that is what you would like

I very much enjoy his company.

I think... No, I... Of course, I... No, no, no. Forgive my intrusion. No, that

is to say, I'm not... Who is drawn to him?

The one you said was plain.

Oh, the governor.

She was the only one of the five not to marry. Can you imagine?

She didn't look very plain to me. She was tolerable.

And you can see Ryder's interested in her. If I were him, I'd snap her up

some other fellow does.

Excuse me.

I believe Miss Bennet would like to sing for us.

How lovely, Mary.

Oh, I have no wish to do anything of the sort.

Come, Miss Bennet, you must sing.

Sing?

Sing! Sing!

Sing! Sing!

Sing! Sing!

Sing! Sing!

Sing! Sing!

Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing!

Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing!

Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing!

Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing!

Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing!

Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing!

Mary, Mary, we must get you to Pemberley immediately.

We have received an urgent letter. Your mother's been taken gravely ill.

Take her carriage and go. Now.

Careful.

Come on, Mary. You must hurry.

Come, dear.