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104. The fever's still on the rise. I'm
fairly sure it's Russian flu. It's

highly contagious.

I am sending you into the bosom of the
enemy.

Why find me a candle?

Liza, I'd just like to spend the rest of
my life with you.

I saw Liza and Edward Blackwood in the
woods. She can't be engaged, she would

have told me.

Concentrate one word at a time. Good
girl.

You only have the one machine in England
at the present time.

We should talk about Joe. He's not
riding Mary. I'll take it. I'll put 50 %

right now.

Cash.

This is beautiful.

You know, there was a moment there where
I thought my time was up.

And in this moment, all I felt was a
terrible sadness.

Pain, confusion.

Like I was going to leave you and the
children behind.

I'm not ready for that.

Is there a way to thank Mrs.

Graydon and Doc?

Yeah.

Yeah, I have an idea.

Right.

I wouldn't have a ball.

A servant ball.

What the hell's that, Mr Lewis?

Servant schools are inspired by the
Twelfth Night tradition of reversing

So, for one evening, we're going to swap
roles with the staff.

Yeah, so Mr Beasley, Mrs Dryden and the
rest of the staff, they're going to

dress up and have a dance.

And we'll do the rest.

Serve them food, you mean? Not just
serve it, hi.

We're going to make it ourselves.

Oh, we're going to do everything. We're
going to arrange the music, prepare the

ballroom. Collect coats.

We're even going to tidy up after.

Yeah, and everyone.

We'll get a roll.

And the staff will get a well -deserved
night off.

Sounds wonderful.

Yeah, it really does.

All right.

Well, that's settled then.

Mr. Beasley and I will let Mrs. Dryden
know.

Mum.

Let's get in.

I've got a visitor coming this morning.

I want you to meet him.

It's been that one.

Why do I have a feeling I'm missing
something?

No?

You'll see.

So you fought in Burma and Sudan.

I did, Mr Hardacre, although I'm not
sure any battle experience quite

one for the pressure I'm feeling here
this morning.

You're doing fine, Captain Blackwood.

So far.

I gather you're in the process of
leaving the army.

Yes, I resigned my commission.

Have you now?

So do you see your future back down
south, Captain?

I did, Mr Hardacre, although the North
has a grand appeal.

You must excuse me.

I have a reunion in Grimsby with my old
regiment, Phoebe. Oh, well, in that

case, um, Liza, will you show Captain
Blackwood out and we'll, um...

Behave yourselves.

This is a rather formidable grandmother.

Oh, that would be nothing. You should
see her when she's had a few.

I'd like to tell them about our promise
to be wed.

Unless you're having second thoughts.

Why would I have second thoughts about
marrying Edward Blackwatch?

There is something bothering me, though.

Go on.

Well, isn't it obvious?

You're... blue blood and speak proper,
and I'm from Heron and speak Yorkshire.

My darling, what I'm interested in is
how you make me feel, which is more

than I can ever remember.

And I love your accent.

You know, I can't believe I'm saying
this, but our daughter is meeting with

future Baron of Felixstowe.

You're clearly brave.

You're a lot more open -minded than many
of the sort. I like him. Yes, you are.

George Baxter.

Who? Oh, a quoddy she fell for 40 years
ago. Never ever trust a soldier.

Ma, George Baxter was a drunken
womanising layabout.

You can't seriously be comparing him to
Captain Blackwood. Soldiers are all the

same. Buggering off abroad, girl in
every port.

You want that for Al either?

Captain Blackwood's leaving the army,
Ma. So he says.

Morning, Harry.

What's going on? Well, given the
excellent progress you've made with your

and Greek and the cheery mood pervading
Hardacre Hall this week, I thought we'd

do something a little different.

Travel broadens the mind, they say.

So today, I'm going to talk about my
grand tour.

Really?

Take a seat.

You went to the Coliseum.

And it was as magnificent as I'd hoped.

I also went to the Parthenon.

And then Delphi and Olympia.

That was after Rome and Pompeii, of
course.

And my favourite of all,

the Amalfi Coast.

It has a beautiful, rugged shoreline
with turquoise water and pastel

fishing villages.

Who is that?

Julian Dunsley.

A chum from school.

You look very happy.

It was a marvellous time.

How long did you travel together?

Six months.

My mother fell ill so I came home early.

Fortunately, Julian was an excellent
letter writer.

He made me feel as if I was still
travelling with him.

Sounds like Julian was a wonderful
companion.

Yes, he was.

These figures are surprisingly good.

Turnovers up 6 % this past fortnight.

And the profits were by 4%. Over the
same period, your other investments also

rallied somewhat.

It seems Heartache and Son was in safe
hands in my absence.

I shouldn't have been worried.

I don't know.

You didn't tell your father about the
cutting machine investment.

Want it to be a surprise?

Fair enough.

Callum, I have a job for you. Come with
me.

Liza is head over heels with that
Captain Blackwood.

Sorry, Callum. Oh, no, it's wonderful.

How can I help? I want to know whether
Blackwood really has left the army.

You want me to confirm he's resigned his
commission? Exactly.

The man seems too good to be true. Now,
I need to know whether his intentions

are honourable. I'll be honest, ma 'am,
I'm not entirely comfortable going

behind Liza's back.

Look, if he is lying, doesn't Liza
deserve to know?

I don't want to see her getting hurt.
Neither do I.

Right, well, soldiers from Blackwood's
regiment are in Grimsby.

Try speaking to some of them.

And not a word to our liether. Of
course.

Well, go on, then.

Don't worry. My family will do
everything. All you need to do is dress

enjoy yourself.

Sir William always refused to hold
servants' balls.

Oh. And may I ask why?

Sir William feared impropriety amongst
the servants. And he was right to fear

it. I've heard some shocking tales from
other houses.

But it is Mrs. Hardacre's right to do
things differently if she pleases.

Mrs. Dryden?

Yes, ma 'am.

Oh, thank you.

This is a terrible idea.

Might such a gesture not deepen pride
amongst our staff?

By letting them taste privilege, then
snatching it away.

I'll wager it will have entirely the
opposite effect.

The kind hand gathers more than the
clenched fist.

It is right.

I have the greatest admiration for you
and your organization, Mr. Balfour,

which is why I wrote to you about Mrs.

Hardacre's school.

Yes. Thank you for bringing it to my
attention.

So, will you investigate?

Lady Hanson, co -education of the sexes
is, of course, undesirable, but does the

threat of a single classroom really
justify the expenditure of our time and

energy? I can assure you it does, Mr.
Balfour.

Mrs. Hardacre is entirely unqualified,
and her classroom is a...

hotbed of immorality, as you will
discover when you see for yourself.

Very well.

I shall pay a visit, but I shall need
evidence of more than mixed instruction

I am to take this any further.

I shall get you that evidence, Mr.
Balfour.

Well, I've finished Pride and Prejudice.
Thank you.

I like Mr Bingley the best.

Really? I prefer Mr Wickham.

I'll give you persuasion next.

So you must be so relieved about your
father.

Yeah, I am. But look, Adela, I'm really
sorry about just disappearing.

Don't be silly, Liza.

Thank you.

So, apart from your father's return from
the dead, what have I missed?

Quite a lot, actually.

For one, me and Edward Blackwood met up
in Macra.

You little me.

What do you like best about him?

I like that when he tells me he loves me
for who I am, I believe him.

And it sounds like you've hit the
jackpot.

We're having a servant's ball this
Friday.

Really? Yeah, I want you to come. We can
say yes, ma 'am, to Mrs Dryden, and we

can get Mr Beasley tipsy. I'd like that.

Good.

I'm starting to think those two might
need a chaperone.

So I would win that trick. Yes, you
would, absolutely.

What are you doing here, ma 'am? Your
grandma asked me to help her with her

bridge, Miss Hardacre, and she's a most
enthusiastic pupil.

Next time I play with Imelda, I want to
know what I'm bloody well doing.

What's this?

That is our rhubarb jam.

Try it.

You should have seen Dryden's face when
she found us making it in the kitchen.

That's really good.

You sound surprised.

I'm going to ask Jo to put it in our
shop.

Hmm.

Well, give it a name first.

Well, like what?

Mars rhubarb jam?

Well, what about George?

I think people would prefer to imagine
you making their jam to this doddering

old fool.

Mars rhubarb jam.

Yeah, I like it.

I have persuaded Bartholomew to take a
look at Mrs. Hardacre's school.

His organization can ask for it to be
closed.

But first, you need more evidence of
depravity.

I see.

So, while I'm sure you want to finish
now that Mary Hardacre is back, I'm

you're going to have to continue with
that ridiculous class.

All right.

Yes, Mother.

I have some very exciting news.

The Hardacres are having a seventh ball.

They're what? How ghastly.

Liza's asked me to help them serve their
staff. I said yes.

I thought you and the Hardacre girl had
had a culture at all.

That's all fine now.

What's more, she's owned up to her
courtship with Captain Blackwood.

Courtship? Actually, Mother, it sounds
quite serious.

Blackwoods here, dragging down Adela and
demeaning you.

That, Sandy, has to be stopped.

Find me some scandal in your class.

Please, Emma.

Oh,

there I am.

Are you going to tell me about these
complaints?

I took care of it.

You took care of it? Yeah. Did you tell
our shops to sell those that buy the

fish? No, I told them to expand the life
of the stock.

How?

By scraping off the mould and topping up
the salt water. Well, that explains the

increase in profits.

Hold on.

You told me to reduce the waste.

That's what you wanted.

Reducing waste doesn't mean cutting
corners, Joe. I'm not cutting corners.

Those methods are fine and you know
that.

I think my father was ill.

And I wrote to them apologising.

Yes, the fish he bought were off.

That was warm weather.

And half that, they shouldn't have sold
that. This isn't milk, it isn't bread,

it's herring.

It's what we built our reputation on. I
know.

We're giving them quality and cheap
prices. It's a struggle, Dad.

Yeah, I know it is.

I know it is.

Well, let it lie, all right?

Right.

Miss Evelyn clutched the letter with
trem...

trembling hands.

The words hinted at a terror creeping
closer than any sane mind dared admit.

Bravo, Maggie.

I'm sorry.

No, I agree, Lady Emma. That was
excellent, Maggie. A definite

It really was.

I read the beef kidney recipe from Mrs.
Beaton's cookbook out to Mrs. Henderson

yesterday. You should have seen her
face.

And Mr. Dryden.

That's wonderful.

Right. Has anyone else been using the
reading?

I read my tally book of the butchers.

Turns out they were charging me for lamb
instead of mutton, and I thought, what

did you do?

I gave my pizza my mind.

I went to the butchers down the road.

Saving myself four pence a week now.

Well, there you go. Well done, Pranay.

Pranay!

Come here, now!

No, excuse me, you can't just barge in
here.

You're supposed to be making my tea.

Let her go. Will you leave her alone,
please?

Are you telling me what to do with my
own wife?

Yes.

Someone go after him.

Afterwards, some of the girls said they
had to lie to the husband to come to the

closet. Why shouldn't women get the same
opportunity to learn? It's not right.

Maybe someone should make it down.

Yeah, maybe they should.

Be careful, though. You'll be annoying a
load of husbands. Go then, son. Steady

on, son.

Sorry. Feeling good for the Oxford
interview?

Aye, Mr Lewis thinks I've a good chance
of getting in. Then I'm sure you have,

love. After Oxford, I want to do a grand
tour, just like Mr Lewis.

See the sights of southern Europe, come
back a gentleman.

Mr Lewis has done quite the impact.

See you at dinner.

Mm -hm.

Oh, Mr Lewis is a normal worker.

Oh, Liza has asked if Captain Blackwood
can join us for dinner this evening.

And? I said yes, of course.

Mum.

Well? I spoke to son of Captain
Blackworth's former regiment, as you

And?

They had only good things to say about
him.

Loyal, dependable, brave as a lion.

And what about this resignation?

Confirmed in last week's London Gazette.

An honourable dick card.

Thank you, Callum.

That is very good news.

I wish I had a more valiant story, but
the truth is, I stumbled and fell.

The next thing, these robed fighters
closed in on me.

Blades flashing.

Sudanese insurgents.

But my men formed a wall of bayonets and
shielded me.

And it was in that moment I knew for
sure that strength lies not in rank, but

those you have beside you.

Amen to that.

So many adventures.

So how come you quit the armour?

I'm ready for a different sort of
excitement, Mr Hardwick.

I hear you rescued Betsy and my sister
from Joshua Calder at the Lucky Sailor.

was convinced you could have taken them
out yourself.

I could have.

So, when might we get the opportunity to
meet your parents, Captain Blackwood?

They don't mention North very often,
sadly.

I imagine your uncle tries to tempt them
up here.

With little success, I'm afraid.

You have an uncle in the area? Yes.

That's the same way that Molly helped.

Your business sounds most progressive,
Mr. Hardacre.

After dinner, I'd love to hear more
about it.

I'd be delighted.

So you'd like to know more about
Hardacre and from... Yes, Mr. Hardacre,

course. But, well, that isn't actually
the reason I wanted to speak with you

this evening.

I didn't think it was.

You have a wonderful daughter.

She makes me very happy.

It seems the feeling is mutual.

I assume you have a question for me.
Yes, of course.

I would like your permission to propose
to Liza.

And if my daughter accepts, do you give
me your solemn word that you'll do

everything in your power to keep her
happy?

Well, in that case Captain Blackwood.

My answer is yes.

You're quiet.

Oh, just a bit tired.

Anything to report from the classroom?

Well, a husband came to take his wife
away.

He wasn't happy about her attending.

It was all rather vulgar.

Well, it's helpful, but not quite
enough.

Keep looking.

Yes, Mother.

Come on.

He clearly makes her very happy.

Ah, yes, he does.

It's just happening so fast.

You know, it feels like yesterday that
girl was asleep in the basket next to me

on the dock.

What? Mm.

Mary.

I knew ten seconds after Clap and Hazel
knew that you were the one.

If anything, I'd say Blackwood's been
dragging us heels.

I signalled hearts.

Yes, I know.

So why are you playing the eight of
clubs?

I'm not sure.

Oh, for crying out loud.

How am I supposed to get any better with
you making mistakes like that?

You're welcome to find a better player
to practice with.

I would if I could, believe me. Right.

Well, I'm off to collect the labels for
our jam.

Mrs. Dryden.

Lord Fitzherbert.

Bugger it.

Begging your pardon, ma 'am. Yes.

I may be able to help you.

Opus Nostrum Perfectum S.

Our work is done.

He's all pretty in the ballroom.

Will you manage with that?

I'll be all right.

I'm very grateful to be experiencing a
ball at Hardacre Hall before I move on

pastures new.

You're leaving?

Yes.

Once you've done your Oxford entrance,
my work here will be done.

Of course.

I should have realized that.

Declare boldly, defend wisely, and bid
only what you mean.

Reckless bidding is the ruin of the
drawing room.

Where did you learn all this, then?

I taught myself.

Through many a long afternoon watching
Lady Cavendish and her acquaintances

bridge.

Or Russian whist, as it's also known.

I was drawn to the discipline of the
game. Yeah.

That's what I find the hardest.

It's disorder that troubles me, ma 'am.

And did these fine ladies ever let you
play?

Only if they were short.

I bet you wiped the floor with them.

You're a dark horse, Mrs. D.

That's what I like to see.

I'll take him getting around the dirty.

Captain Blackwood.

Morning, ma 'am. Oh, Ward Fitzherbert
brought these over for you, ma 'am.

Is that supposed to be me?

Of course it's you.

Looks wrong.

That's because you're smiling.

Very funny.

Don't put them in the shop.

I won't go into it, but I might put a
few on the shelf.

Show the world that lovely mug of yours.

Don't you dare.

Here were tied to a four poster bed with
the scented gunpowder in the air a note

pinned to a chemise Which read gone to
rub the mail don't wear up yours in

Jack I'm glad

you're here. I hope you're right No,

no, no, no

I'm going to ask you to leave my
classroom right now. Tell me where.

Did you realise your wife's there trying
to make you both richer?

Are you saying I can't support her? You
should do as Mrs Hardacre says.

Going home late is going to be fun.

I don't care, though.

Thank you.

Thank you, Emma.

I'm not sure what came over me.

I saw what I saw.

Unfairness. Something worth fighting
for.

And fight with now.

My dearest Arthur, before you leave me,
I wanted to write to you about a matter

of great importance.

I must speak candidly.

I have developed feelings towards you of
a romantic nature.

I can't help the way I feel.

I apologise for sharing such feelings,
but...

My heart can no longer feign silence.

I hope and pray that you might feel the
same way towards me.

I look forward to hearing from you, your
devoted pupil, Harry

Hardick.

And the hard -acres prepared the food
themselves?

Yes, they prepared everything.

And you still want to attend?

Of course.

Liza invited me and she's a good friend.

In my experience, gals are good friends
until a man like Edward Blackwood comes

along.

And then they're dropped like a stone.

Liza's not like that.

Are you sure?

Yes, I am.

I must go.

Those hardacres are so uncool.

Why can't Adela see it?

What are you reading?

Where did you get this?

Mrs. Hardacre was using it in her class
today. She's teaching those creatures to

read this.

She uses quite a lot of these, actually.

I seem to quite enjoy them.

Heaven knows why.

This is it, Emma.

This is our chance.

Is it wrong?

My heartache is ready for another game
of bridge.

Says name the day.

Two opportunities.

Now we prepare our attack.

There you are.

Sorry I'm late, Mrs. Dryden. So am I.

I have made very clear the standards Mr.
Beasley and I expect you

all to maintain this evening.

No excessive drinking.

And no improper fraternization.

Is that understood?

Yes, Mrs. Dryden. Otherwise, I will have
you polishing brass until the century

turns.

Well, this is fun, isn't it?

I

made

them all by myself.

Extremely tasty, Miss Hardacre.

Do with a bit more seasoning.

Ma?

What's wrong?

Too low.

Eh? The platter.

Too low.

Oh, I'm sorry, ma 'am.

Well, take one, then.

I won't. Thank you.

I won't be long. Right.

That jammy horse put out half a dozen
jars this afternoon.

I'll be all bloody lot.

You're joking.

Oh, it'll be our beautiful face on the
label now. Oh, very funny.

I need to be alone.

It's a jam.

It's a jam.

I'm having a drink in a can of beer.

I'm having a drink in

a can of

beer.

Why the heartache?

What do you mean to me?

Yes, Edward Blackwood.

Well...

They are hating this.

Maybe Mrs. Dryden was right.

Don't worry.

They'll warm up.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Hardinger, you and I
have a lot to celebrate.

Oh, we do.

Oh, hello.

We've been summoned.

I think I know why.

Oh, I'm so happy for you both.
Congratulations.

Thank you.

The ring is beautiful, Captain
Blackwood. Honestly, I'm not really

yet. I can't believe you both knew we
were going to ask and kept quiet.

Neither can I.

Perhaps we should make an announcement.

Tomorrow, Captain Blackwood's night, all
about the staff.

Yeah, we can't let this wonderful news
overshadow their evening.

Of course.

But we do need some help getting the job
done.

Ladies and gentlemen, forgive my
interruption, but I have some very happy

to share.

Miss Liza Hardacre is engaged to be
married to Captain Blackwood.

Is this Chris?

No.

She's got you worked out there, pal. I
know. Oh, yes.

Oh, it's amazing.

Ah, Liza, future Baroness of Felixstowe.

Don't sound real.

Liza, such wonderful news. Oh, I
couldn't tell you yesterday because we

keeping it a secret. I'm sorry.

Bet you never thought you'd be on the
shelf longer than Liza, eh, Adela?

Don't mind me.

What on earth possessed you?

Well, well, Beasley, you're certainly
embracing the rebellious spirit of the

evening. I hope you didn't mind.

Well, allowing our joy into your
evening, we should be thanking you, Mr.

Beasley. But I will be asking for a
dance, ma 'am.

Mrs. Dryden.

Oh, no, I couldn't.

Please.

See, you're a natural, Mrs. Drayton.

Right, come on, Mr. Lewis.

Let's see if your feet are as clever as
the rest of you. Oh, I fear not.

I'll be the judge of that.

Come on.

Give us your hand.

Bob. You have to wait your turn, Callum.
I have information.

Are

you

absolutely sure?

Quite sure.

You told me he was honorable.

I believed that at the time.

Then for Liza.

What's going on?

Cullen? Liza.

Take her feet.

No, I don't want to sit down. What's
going on?

Tell her, Callum.

Captain Blackford's regiment colleagues
told me he was staying with an old army

friend rather than his uncle, so earlier
today I paid a visit to Morley House to

check and I learned that not only does
Captain Blackford not have an uncle in

the area, but that his entire family
have in fact...

Disowned him.

What?

Why?

The family have huffed it up, but over
the past three months, Captain Blackwood

has squandered the family fortune at his
London Gentleman's Club.

He's broke, Liza.

He's stony broke.

Just a fortune hunter like all the
others.

I don't believe you.

You're wrong.

You've got... I wish I was, Miss Lather.

My darling, come. They want to dance
another polka.

What is it?

Are we parents, Titania?

What? Are you after my family's money?

Of course not. I want the truth, Edward.

I didn't tell you lies because I didn't
want to worry you.

Look at me.

Now tell me you love me.

Please, I really do love you. I've loved
you from the moment we first met, and

that is the only thing that really
matters.

Captain Blackwood, half an hour ago I
spoke with Joshua Calder, the man who

two shillings to harangue Miss Hardacre
in the pub so you could step in and

rescue her.

What? Mr Calder is ready to swear in
court that this is what occurred.

The whole thing's been a lie?

From the start?

Darling, not a lie.

to be with you.

Only you.

Look, I know this isn't exactly what you
thought, but one day my parents will

forgive me. We can still be happy
together.

And one day you will be the Baroness of
Felixstowe.

You could make me your queen and I
wouldn't want to spend one more minute

you. What?

You're nothing but a liar.

You, Liza, you and your family will only
ever become an ignorant

fish workers.

You need to leave now, Blackwood.

Get your filthy hands off me! Get out of
this house, you bastard!

Is that all you've got, Harvey?

Too late, you know, Liza.

I could have better offer.

Not with that pig of an accent.

You're not off hard -acre property.

The time I count to ten.

One, two, three, four!

No one messes with a heartache!

No one!

We only have two days to organise this
harvest festival. And this class is

some real good, Mr Balfour. Let me be
the judge of that.

I'd like to invite some of our students
up to recite some harvest poetry.

The Devon pictures of keenly wealthy
renowned card players. You and I as a

Consider it a team. I'd like a letter
back. What letter?

The new reading letter.

Maybe one of his servants took it by
mistake.

Our little...