All language subtitles for North and South 2004 S01E02 720p WEB-DL HEVC x265 BONE

Wait! Stop it!

Stop! Who are you? What are you doing in
here?

Sorry, Mr. Thornton. Get her out of
here!

Miss Alf, what's the cost in £30 a year?
And there's not much coming in from

what I've heard.

People are talking.

It's not usual for clergymen to leave
their parish, travel hundreds of miles,

if to escape something.

Come in, Margaret. Meet my new friend
and first proper pupil, Mr. Thornton.

I wish I could tell you, Edith.

How much I long for a home.

He was a gentleman.

His daughter is an accomplished young
lady.

Soon, bosses will be telling us they
can't make our pay.

What it were five years ago!

Five children strike fair from union.

No children, no staff.

It's a war.

And we masters have to win it or go
under.

I hear you.

Here's your majesty.

I reckon you can smell it when you're
not working.

Do that.

Machine mended?

Yes. Then use it.

There's nothing to take at play.

The child

is ill. Send her home.

Child's fault?

The child cannot work.

Is there another child at home?

Well, if you can get her here within the
hour, you can keep the play.

Within the hour or more, I will leave
it.

You think best, Mother.

You know this, Mother. That's almost
better than I do.

You ask me what I miss most about the
countryside.

Well, Edith, in Milton you cannot feel
the seasons change around you.

But I do think that at long last we have
put winter behind us.

And I can review my daily walks.

I don't know why you're blaming me.

Here is the address of our doctor.

You did not need to visit in person.

You could have sent a servant.

Though you've been in this heathen
climate for some time now, Miss Hale,

surprised you haven't needed a doctor
yet.

We don't.

I came here personally because I didn't
want to alarm my father.

It's just a precaution.

In case.

My mother has low spirits.

Really?

We don't have much of that up here.

But I'm sure Dr.

Donaldson will try to help if he can.

I'm sorry to disturb you.

You do not disturb me.

But even you, not remotely interested in
industry, might know that there is talk

of a strike.

Not just here at Marlborough Mills, but
one that will affect the whole of

Milton. What would they gain by
striking?

They'll be wanting higher wages?

That is what they will say.

But the truth is...

But there are some men who raise
themselves to be masters, while others

always seek to pull them down.

That is the way of the world, Miss Hill.

And there is nothing you or I can do
about it.

Hello, Miss Margaret.

Been visiting the old dragon.

Hello, Jenny. How's your mother?

I'm going to be back in a moment.

Do you like work in here? Like it?

Well, how's work?

The same as anywhere.

Well, it's better than ham food.

Normally I'm partial, in fact.

I earn five and ten cents a year.

My dad lets me do the most of it.

What would you spend if you could?

Food, and then more food.

Pile it up and help me spend it.

So, would you join us for us?

Well, I'm not saying there will be one,
just if there was.

Your mother kindly gives me the name of
a doctor.

You really? No.

No, it's just a precaution.

Your mother is always accusing me of
knowing nothing about Milton and the

who live here. I doubt she meant you
should hang on to the tiffle tattle of

young faces and spinners.

Thanks for not telling me anything.

There was a man with a surveyor a few
weeks ago. It's quite the new thing.

They've become flaccid in telling us
what their wages and their working

conditions are.

Do you mind that?

If they tell the truth.

Of course not.

I don't apologise to anyone about the
wages I pay or how I remember them. It's

no secret. It's in plain sight for all
to see.

What's that, how they spend their money?

Well, that would be none of my business.

My duty is to be efficient in running of
the mill. If I neglect that, all the

workers will face to have an income.

But what about your moral duty?

If she keeps to her hours and does
nothing to disrupt the honest and

working of the mill, it was in her own
time something I consumed.

Even the North would value her
independence.

Surely you must take an interest.

I'm an employer.

I'm not a father or a brother that I can
command you to do as I please.

I'm sorry to disappoint you, Miss Hale.

I'm quite clearly overbearing, Miss
Hale.

But I'll answer your questions as
honestly as I'm sure you are.

Excuse me, I've heard a bit.

And all the time, there she is, looking
down on us like a great black angry crow

guarding the nest.

I would never consider her son as a
suitor.

Come on, don't say you haven't thought
about it.

Mind you, you'd have to get yourself
some smarter clothes. You don't have to

with them at Marlborough Mills.

Thank you.

I'll have you know these were new last
year. You won't stand a chance.

There's loads of girls after him. Well,
they're welcome to him, with my good

wishes.

I can say this.

If I ever have a son, I'll not hang on
to him like she does.

Well, I'll never be having children of
any sort.

That won't be a problem.

Betty, is it really so bad?

Fluff on me lungs. Won't go away,
however much I cough.

At least I won't grow too old and ugly.

There is that.

And this happened at Marlborough Mills?

No.

No.

Must have happened when I was little.

We didn't know of these things then.

We all had to work.

When father found out, he moved me
straight away to Thornton's.

He loves you very much, doesn't he?

Yes.

Fathers and daughters.

Mothers and sons.

So maybe we shouldn't be too hard on old
Batlax Thornton.

Maybe your mother would be just the same
if she had a son.

She does.

Have a son.

I have a brother.

Well, now, why didn't you ever say so
before?

Because we don't talk about him.

Come on, I could do with a good story.

I cried when Fred left her.

So did Mother.

But she was desperate to go to sea.

And Father thought it would be the
making of him.

He left full of hope.

But that was before he sailed with the
captain.

He was a monster.

Once they set sail, the captain did
whatever he liked.

He beat the children to within an inch
of their lives. But couldn't they do

anything? Well, they tried.

Frederick and the others stood up to
him.

Some of them wanted to kill him.

Eventually, they put the captain and a
few of his officers in a boat and let it

loose on the open sea.

The Navy called it a mutiny.

But Frederick really had no choice.

He was branded the ringleader and called
a traitor.

Eventually the Navy printed a list of
the mutineers and read the name of the

monument.

It nearly killed my parents.

He was in South America for a few years.

Now he lives in Spain, in Cadiz. Spain?

How romantic.

Sometimes I think I'll never see him
again.

But if he could be told how he was put
upon, how he defended others against

madman, surely the law would spare him.

Some of the sailors were caught.

They pleaded their case.

Captain Reed was clearly insane.

But they were hanged anyway.

No, Frederick's safe in Spain.

But if he comes home, he'll be condemned
to death, I'm sure.

I suppose you can take comfort that he
was so brave and acted to spare those

sailors weaker than himself.

Yes, I do.

But I confess that sometimes I wish he
had been more of a coward.

If only my mother might see him once
more.

The Russians are ready.

If we're going to entertain, we must do
it properly.

You're not regretting the invitations,
are you?

No.

It's been what you want.

We may have to be the last dinner party
we have for some time.

So, who's on the list?

Flixen's, of course.

Foster's.

Brown's will decline, but we must invite
them all, then.

Hales will come, I presume.

They are probably aware of the very
great advantage it would be to Mr Hale

introduced to people like the Fosters.

I'm sure that motive would not influence
them funny.

How you seem to understand these Hales,
John. Do you really think they're so

very different from any other people we
meet?

He seems a worthy kind of man.

Oh, rather too simple for trade.

She's a bit of a fine lady, with all her
low spirits.

As for the daughter...

She gives herself airs, and yet they're
not rich and they never have them. And

she's not accomplished, Mother. She
can't play the piano.

Go on, Fanny. What else does she like to
bring her up to your standard?

I heard Miss Hale say she could not play
herself, John.

If you would let us alone, we might
perhaps see a Merriton like her.

I'm sure I never could.

I wish you would try to like Miss
Hellmother.

Why?

You've not formed an attachment to her,
have you?

Mind you, she'll never have you.

Why, she once laughed in my face at the
thought of it. I'm sure she did.

She would never have me.

She's too good an opinion of herself to
take it.

I should like to know where she'd find
anyone better.

You can both believe me, then, when I
say this out of complete indifference to

Miss Hale.

Mr Hale is my friend. She's his only
daughter. I wish you would both make an

effort to befriend her.

I only wish I knew why he talked about
her quite so much.

I'm tired of it.

What would you like us to talk about?

How about a strike for a more pleasant
topic?

I thought

so.

Now's the time.

We will all stop our machines at the end
of the day Friday, ten minutes before

time. And no one, no one will stop them.

to offer. Do anything to keep this mill
working at advantage of others.

Then you still come out.

Remember, if we all refuse to work, we
are the strong ones!

How long does this massacre last out if
we're all together? A week. Two weeks at

most. Why is this ending for hands from
Ireland?

Fulton would.

He died before being condemned. I'll
take him down if he gives me half a

Spectres behave like animals.

We will show them we are thinking men.

We will not be out thought.

The only enemy of the strike is
ourselves.

Now we must manage this strike well.

Not like five years ago when half of us
went back to work before the others.

That understood?

This is it.

We keep together.

Friday evening!

is about to turn out.

They're waiting for the moment I have to
turn down their wage demands.

Are there many orders in hand?

Of course.

I know that well enough.

The Americans are flooding the market.

Our only chance is producing at a lower
price and faster.

The faster we fill the orders, the
longer it takes for us to be paid for

How much do we owe?

The debt to the bank is nearly 400
pounds.

The men are less patient.

They've barely made a pace since the
last cut.

Why don't they listen?

I think that just by putting their
ignorant heads together, they'll get

way.

Don't worry, Mother.

It's a young industry. These problems
are lying themselves out.

We're not yet in the position of selling
up.

Can't you get men from Ireland?

Then you can get rid of the strikers.

I would.

I'd teach them that I was master and
could employ who I like.

Yes, I can.

And I will, too, if the strike lasts.

It'll be trouble and expense, but I will
do it rather than give in.

If it were to be this extra expense, I'm
sorry we're giving the dinner this

year.

We should go on as before.

No more.

No less.

There, now, Mother.

Surely one of these would do for the
faunters?

Excuse me.

Ah, and this is Margaret, of course.

You know, the last time I saw you, you
were eight years old, running round

Helston with your brother.

Mr Bell.

Of course.

How do you do?

Well, Hale, I thought then she would
grow into a handsome young woman, but

goddess I've never met.

Come, come, Belle.

Margaret will not understand your
humour.

Oh, no offence, my dear.

Of course not.

I'm pleased you've come to visit at
last.

With all this talk of strikes, I'm going
to have to check with my banker whether

I should sell out my property.

Surely not.

You're not even certain there'll be a
strike, are we, Father?

I don't know.

Seems to me that masters and workers
will never see eye to eye.

In my teaching capacity, I meet many a
working man.

They have some dreadful tales, and speak
from the heart, and have arguments for

the strike, which appear to me to be
entirely logical.

You know, they suffered a pay cut five
years ago, and have never got back to

those wages.

Although the price of food goes up all
the time.

But then...

Our friend Thornton comes to read, and
he answers my questions and

puts the other side so eloquently.

I truly don't know what to think.

Sure, Mr Thornton does put his own view
very eloquently.

I'm surprised the Thorntons are having a
dinner with trouble looming. Oh, the

Thorntons have an annual dinner on
exactly the same date every year.

Time nor tide stops for Mrs Thornton's
dinners. She does not turn back for any

man. Now, that is very true.

You know, Margaret's also made friends
amongst the workers. Really.

Extraordinary girl.

Is that now?

I'm sorry to have taken so long to reply
to your last letter.

When you were asking what colour would
suit the baby best.

I do so long to see him.

I'm sure he'll look splendid in whatever
you choose.

I've been very busy.

It's strange, for the rest of Milton is
not at work.

The mills have been dark for some weeks,
and the streets are strangely quiet.

People try to scrape what living they
can, but all around there is

Both workers and masters are holding
fast to their positions.

Neither will give way, and no one can
say how long the strike will last.

My wife, no, no, she's sinking away.

She can't stand the sight of her little
one starving. She'll be dead before we

get our 5%. I hate you.

You and all Puck Union.

Said it'd take two weeks.

Two weeks, she said.

It's been twice as long as that.

My little ones are lying in their beds,
too hungry to cry.

Now, I told you I would take care of
you.

And I pledge my heart and soul that we
will win. In fact, a man to watch his

children starve every day go against
union.

You've no more pity for a man than a
pack of hungry wolves.

We do what little we can.

I feel guilty that we do not go hungry
and helpless in the face of so much

suffering.

She's a bit down in the mouth today.

Strike's been going on too long. Do you
blame me?

What about the pouches?

I left a basket outside the door.

It's got less spirit than father and
more mouths to feed.

The master will try anything to get them
back.

How are you going to stop him going to
work while you all stay out?

We'll be persuasive.

Where I come from in the south, if the
field labourers strike, the feed would

not be sown and there'd be no harvest.

So?

What would begin the farms?

Well, the farmers would have to give
them up.

Or maybe they could pay a fair wage for
once.

I suppose they couldn't.

Even if they wished to.

Then they'd have no corn to sell and no
wages to pay the next year.

I don't know about a thousand.

I've heard there are a lot of
unspirited, downtrodden men.

I'm sure I'm very ignorant.

But surely not all the masters would
withhold pay with no reason. You're a

foreigner. You know nothing.

You're to hell with Thorntons,
Slicksons, Hampers.

To hell with a lot of them.

Is Mr Thornton really as bad as the
rest? He's a fighter, fierce as a

He's better looking, surely, than a
bulldog.

Stick to his word like a dog, I'll give
him that.

He's worth fighting with, it's the best
I'll say for him.

I'll not argue with you on this.

He doesn't mean to shout.

They're all nerves at the minute.

Where's he going?

Golden Dragon.

He has a pint pot to calm himself
sometimes.

He talks so certain.

But he's worried about keeping the
strike together. There's a lot of men.

And not all of them the same discipline
as Father.

Mrs Thornton.

I hope it is silent enough for you
tonight, Mr Hale.

The men have been gracious enough to
turn up for the last month.

So all is quiet for our dinner party.

I'm sorry that your mother is there.

It's nothing serious, I'm sure.

She's just a little tired.

I wonder if she might like to try the
water mattress.

What's the very latest thing?

A mattress that fills with water.

Gives great comfort to the back.

Have you been honest all day? Oh, no.

No. I am very delicate.

I send off for the latest inventions,
just in case.

Mother doesn't approve.

I took the liberty of inviting myself,
knowing your mother's hospitality.

I hope you're not worrying about mob
news.

We'll ride out the strike just as we
always have.

I've always had complete faith in you,
Thornton, but obviously in the present

situation... It's nothing I can't
handle.

No, of course not.

Thornton knows everything in matters of
business. He had my every confidence.

Thornton? You know Miss Latimer?

Who's that fine young lady?

See, I am learning Milton ways, Mr
Thornton.

I'm sorry your mother was unable to join
us.

Thornton, I must speak with you.

Excuse me.

Have you left word at the barracks? It's
been done.

Men on horseback, armed men... All those
arrangements have been made.

If they find out you are planning to
break the strike by bringing in Irish

workers... I'll take this risk for
myself.

You need not join in.

I can and will protect myself and anyone
that works for me from any kind of

violence. I can see the hope, sir.

Well, really, Thornton is most ungallant
this evening, leaving the most glorious

woman in the room to talk to that slimy
eel, Slickson.

Now, then, who can we introduce you to?

Come with me.

I hear Arnold is moving lock, stop and
barrel to America.

America? I'll be damned.

That's what I'd like to do. Pack up and
leave.

Damn strikers have no work at all, then.

Well, they have no work at the moment.

There is work.

They choose not to do it.

Thornton, what do you think?

Oh, I think our Mr Bell is up to his old
tricks.

Playing with words at the expense of us
simpler fellows.

Well, it's a serious question.

I don't want to manufacture in another
country, but it's logical for others to

try if they cannot make enough profit
here.

What do you think, Miss Hale?

Surely you don't condone the striker.

Well, no.

Well, and yes, it is surely good to try
to see both sides of a question.

Mrs Arthur saw you taking a basket to
the Princeton district the other

afternoon.

I have a good friend in Princeton.

Her name is Bessie Higgins. Higgins?

Isn't he one of your union leaders,
Humpert? Yes.

He's a terrific firebrand.

Dangerous man.

I'm surprised, Miss Hale, that you keep
such company.

Bessie is my friend.

Nicholas is a little... He's on first
-name terms.

Mr Higgins has been made a little wild
by circumstances, but he speaks from his

heart, I'm sure.

Well, if he's so determined, I'm
surprised he'll accept charity.

Well, he doesn't for himself.

The basket was for a man whose six
children are starving.

Ah, well, then he knows what to do.

Go back to work.

I believe this poor starving fellow
works at Marlborough Mills, doesn't he,

Margaret?

You do the man whoever he is more harm
than good with your basket.

Logic would say the longer you support
the strikers,

the more you prolong the strike.

That is not kindness.

They will be defeated, but it will take
longer.

Their pain will be prolonged.

But surely to give a dying baby food is
not just a question of logic. Mr

Thornton, I really must congratulate you
on these magnificent table settings.

I don't believe I've seen finer...

Table decorations, even in the grandest
gatherings in Harley Street.

Well, all masters are the same, Mr Bell.

You do us an injustice to always think
we're all up to some underhand scheme or

other.

Man I saw leaving the house.

What man?

Jetson.

It was the doctor. Dr Donaldson.

Mother? Just making his usual visit.

His usual visit?

How long has he been coming here?

What's this?

Dixon told you, didn't she?

She promised she wouldn't.

I made her.

It was Dixon who said that you shouldn't
be told.

And now?

She's a servant.

I'm your daughter. I don't want your
father to hear.

Don't be angry with Dixon.

She loves me.

No.

I'll try not to.

I keep thinking about Helston.

I used to complain about it sometimes
and want to leave.

never see it again.

That's my punishment.

And Margaret.

I can't stop thinking about Frederick.

I'll never see him again either.

Oh, Margaret, it's so hard.

There now, miss.

You would know.

Now you'll fret before you need to.

Likely tell the master, too. Then I'll
have the whole house to deal with. No, I

won't tell father.

I can bear it better than him.

So I see.

I've known some time now who she is.

And though I don't pretend to love her
as you do, I've loved her better than

anyone else in the whole world.

I'll never forget the first time I saw
her.

The young Miss Beresford.

I broke a needle into my finger. I was
so nervous.

And she bound my hand with her own
handkerchief.

And then, when she returned from the
ball,

she remembered to look in on me.

She changed the handkerchief for another
one.

It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever
seen.

Or seen things.

Now, miss, you'd best get to bed.

You're going to need a clear mind in the
morning.

I'm sorry I get cross with you dicks,
aren't I?

Bless you.

I like a bit of spirit.

When you're all fired up, you remind me
of Master Frederick.

That is a welcome sight.

That's a lot for tonight, Mr. Bond.

Can't bring in any more than four days.
Come on.

I'll wait a few minutes.

Do you see anyone in the street?

No. That's very odd, isn't it?

Where is everyone?

I think we'll know soon enough.

Let's get inside, Iceman.

And bolt the door behind.

Mama will be here in a moment, Miss
Hale. She asked me to apologise.

Did I see faces?

In the mill.

My brother has imported hands from
Ireland.

They're huddled up in the top room.

What are they doing there?

They're frightened.

The strikers have frightened them so
that they don't dare work and we don't

let them out.

You poor wretches. Mama is keen to their
food and John is trying to calm them

down. Some of the women are wailing and
begging to go back home.

Yes, Mama.

Excuse me, Mrs. Thornton. I'm sorry to
bother you at such a time.

My mother finally mentioned you had a
water mattress that we might borrow.

I'm sorry. I thought...

at the back of the house, Mother.

How soon can the soldiers be here?

She has to stop the panicking.

Miss Hale.

Miss Hale, I'm sorry you'll visit us at
this unfortunate moment.

God, they're going for the mill door.

Oh, no.

It's Boucher.

Let them yell.

Keep up your courage for a few minutes
longer, Miss Hale. I'm not afraid.

But can't we pacify them?

We'll close it and make them see the
reason.

Reason?

What kind of reason?

Mr Thornton go down this instant and
face them like a man.

Speak to them as if they were human
beings.

They're driven mad with hunger.

Their children are starving.

They don't know what they're doing.

Go and save your innocent Irishman.

Mr Thornton, take care.

answer to your complaints. Will you send
the Irish over? Never!

Go inside. This is not your place. They
will not want to hurt a woman.

Go inside or I will take you.

Are

you

satisfied?

You care a bit for me, so tell me if
that's what you want!

No, Miss Fanny, she's breathing, but she
looks very bad.

Where is Mother? We need a doctor. She
had to get through rioters. She was only

one of us brave enough to go.

Did you see, Miss?

What? Miss Hill.

What happened down below?

Did you not see Miss Hill clinging to
the master?

No.

Did all the servants see?

We had a good enough view from top
window.

I'm not sure she set her mind on John.
This proves it.

Mother's gone for the doctor.

He will be here soon.

I don't need a doctor.

I must go home.

No, you can't.

Oh, Mother, my goodness, you're back.
Have you paid out? Is she worse?

No, she's quite well.

I want to go home.

Hmm. It looks worse than it is.

But you've had quite a blow, young lady.

You'd better rest here a while.

No. You know my mother is unwell.

She must not be alarmed.

If she hears of this, I will go now.

Surely not, Doctor.

I think she must be allowed to do as she
will.

I'll take her with me in the carriage.

See she reaches home safely.

The streets are still very noisy.

Very well.

Mr. Thornton?

Don't worry, sir. We'll catch the
ringleaders.

Thornton's come up smiling again.

Those Oodlums have broken the strike.

Didn't even have to use his Irishman.

Yes, Mother.

I'll be in soon.

I must wash. The streets are very dusty
today.

Where is Miss Hale?

She has gone home.

Gone home?

That is not possible.

Really, John, she was quite well.

Mother, she took a terrible blow.

What were you thinking of letting her go
home?

Everything was done properly.

Dr. Donaldson was gone, in fact.

I went for myself.

There's no -one else seemed to have a
mind to go.

Thank you, Mother.

The streets were dangerous.

I'm sure it's not possible to keep such
a headstrong young woman anywhere she

doesn't care to be.

She's such a reckless young woman.

Jane, have you nothing to be getting on
with?

Miss Fanny... I was so scared. Believe
me, I almost fainted. I thought they

would break down the door and murder us
all.

Fanny, don't be so ridiculous.

You were in no danger.

Where are you going?

To see if Miss Hale is well.

I sent her home in a carriage with Dr
Donaldson. Everything was done properly.

John!

I'm asking you not to go.

I hear there's been some violence up at
Marble Mills.

I do hope there's not too much damage.

There's a young lady who wants Miss
Margaret.

I told her to go, but she's very
distressed.

I said her name's Mary.

I'm sorry, Miss. I didn't know what to
do.

Beth has been took so very ill.

Fell up.

Thought you'd be exhausted.

Why should I be?

Where have you been?

Just walking.

Where have you been walking?

I promised you I would not go there, and
I did not.

But. But.

Mother, you know I will have to go there
tomorrow and you know what I will have

to say.

Yes.

You could hardly do otherwise.

What do you mean?

I mean that you are bound in honour.

And she has shown her feelings for all
the world to see.

Her feelings? She rushed out.

in front of an angry mob and saved you
from danger.

Or are you telling me I imagined that?

Do you think none of the servants are?

Do you think it's not become the tittle
-tattle of Milton?

She did save me.

But, Mother, I dared not believe such a
woman could care for me.

Don't be so foolish.

Then what more proof do you need that
she should act in such a shameless way?

That is why I didn't want you to go to
see her today.

I wanted one last evening of being the
first in your affections.

I'll have to change the initials on our
linen.

We'll go back on it now.

and I must ask her.

Don't be afraid, John.

She has admitted it to the world.

I may even learn to like her for it.

Must have taken a great deal to overcome
her pride.

Dear Margaret, if only Uncle would bring
you all home, you wouldn't need to

witness that suffering.

As for feeling guilty, Margaret, surely
you can have nothing to reproach

yourself for.

After all, the workers chose to go on
strike, and I'm sure you've done your

to help.

Even when we were little girls, you
always did the right thing.

I've not noticed the colour of this
fruit.

Miss Hale, I'm afraid I was very
ungrateful yesterday.

You have nothing to be grateful for.

I think that I do.

I did only the least that anyone would
have.

That can't be true.

Well, I was, after all, responsible for
placing you in danger.

I would have done the same for any man
there.

Any man?

So you approve of that violence? You
think I got what I deserved?

Of course not.

But they were desperate.

I know if you were to talk... I forgot.

You imagine them to be your friends.

But if you were to be reasonable... Me?
Are you saying that I'm unreasonable?

If you would talk with them and not set
the soldiers on them, I know they

would... They will get what they
deserve.

Miss Hale, I didn't just come here to
thank you.

I came because... I think it very
likely... I know

I've never found myself in this position
before.

It's difficult to find the words.

Miss Hale, my feelings for you are very
strong. Please, stop.

Please don't go any further.

Excuse me.

Please don't continue in that way.

It's not the way of a gentleman.

I'm well aware that in your eyes, at
least, I'm not a gentleman.

But I think I deserve to know why I am
offensive.

It offends me that you should speak to
me as if it were your duty to rescue my

reputation. I spoke to you about my
feelings because I love you. I have no

thought for your reputation.

You think that because you are rich and
my father is in...

Reduced circumstances that you can have
me for your possession.

I suppose I should expect no less from
someone in trade. I don't want to

you. I wish to marry you because I love
you. You shouldn't, because I do not

like you.

And never have.

What made you talk of the colour of
fruit?

The next of love?

How does that help?

My friend, Betty Higgins.

Stein. And that, of course, is my fault,
too.

I'm sorry. For what?

That you find my feelings for you
offensive?

Or that you assume because I'm in trade
I'm only capable of thinking in terms of

buying and selling?

Or that I take pleasure in sending my
employees to an early grave? No, no, of

course not.

I'm sorry.

They'd be so blunt.

I've not learnt how to... how to refuse.

How to respond when a man talks to me as
you just have.

Oh, there are others.

This happens to you every day.

Of course.

You must have to disappoint so many men
that offer you their heart.

Please, understand, Mr Thornton. I do
understand.

I understand you completely.