All language subtitles for North and South 2004 S01E03 720p WEB-DL HEVC x265 BONE

See, I am learning Milton ways, Mr
Thornton.

You've done this instead of facing like
a man.

Is there someone else?

Someone else you prefer?

No. I do like you, Henry.

But I'm not ready to marry anyone.

What do you think, Miss Haynes?

Surely you don't condone this dragon.

Well, no.

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

I have a brother.

Well, I wanted you to say so before.

Because we don't talk about him.

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

Go inside or I will take you.

I don't want to possess you. I wish to
marry you because I love you. You

shouldn't, because I do not like you.

I can't remain silent. I must ask her.

Don't be afraid, John.

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.

And what would I be doing with something
so grand as that?

Please, Bessie.

I wore these when I was a child.

Not fit for darling.

All right, then. I'll keep just this
one.

I need to look at mine.

Where's Nicholas?

Oh, he's been brought so low, by the
way. Strike's gone.

You're a committee man, you know.

I thought they stood a good chance this
time.

Has everyone gone back to work?

They lost their spirit after the
violence at Marlborough Mills.

Fools, what are they thinking of?

Throwing stones at a woman.

I'm sure it wasn't so very bad.

Whatever was done... It was enough.

And Father, well, he's that angry with
the men that broke the strike, he... You

see, I wish I knew where he was.

I've never seen him like this, Margaret.

At least we've got the machines going
again.

The Irish?

They're settled.

They've had a good meal.

I sent for the Catholic priest, Father
Patrick. He seemed to calm them down.

I'll have to send them home.

I've got workers clamouring to come
back.

Say them right if I kept the Irish
workers.

I was right, Mother.

This hell will not have me.

No one cares for me but you.

A mother's love hauls fast and forever.

A girl's love is like a puff of smoke.

Chances with every wind.

I knew I was not good enough for her.

Yet I think I love her more than ever.

I hate her.

I tried not to.

And I thought she would make you happy.

I'd give my life's blood for that.

Who is she that she dares to reject you?
No.

No good, John.

Your sorrow is mine.

And if you won't hate her, then I must.

She does not care for me, and that is
enough.

The only thing you can do for me is
never say her name again.

We will never talk of her again.

With all my heart.

I only wish that she and all her family
could be swept back to the place they

came from.

How kind of Mr Thornton.

The most splendid fruit I've ever seen.

Best in the county, I shouldn't wonder.

And a card written in his own hand.

He has always been both civil and
thoughtful, but I wouldn't have thought

have had the time.

He's had so much trouble with the
rioting.

He chose his high regard for you, my
dear.

Margaret, you must visit Marlborough
Mills and ask after Mrs Thornton.

And thank Mr Thornton for this most
gracious gift.

I'm sure a note will do as well, Mama.

I saw Thornton in the street today.

He didn't seem quite so in control as
usual.

Really?

He seemed very distracted this morning.

I thought he might have been visiting.
He was just nearby.

Margaret?

Has it ever occurred to you there might
be something between Thornton and your

daughter? Good Lord, no.

Certainly not.

Well, I suppose it's possible on his
side, but for Margaret, it's quite out

the question. She's never liked him,
poor fellow.

I pray he doesn't get his hopes up.

Hide you.

You've got to know. They wouldn't give
us up.

Wouldn't they?

You've ruined the strike!

There's no use in fighting.

What do you think you were doing?

Boy, I thought I was half -killing a
woman.

My God, a woman! You were thoughtless.
No going against the law. That was the

iron rule.

We were in the right.

We could have taken everyone with us,
but you... You had to act like the

senseless, crazed animals they think we
are.

You want me to hide you from the police?

I think I'm one of the ringleaders.

I'm a committee man, a union man. People
trust me, trust my word.

It's a week.

A strike won't work. It's only going to
end there.

It's all right for you.

Your wife and children need to die. And
neither would yours.

I gave you my word and I keep my word.

God, you disgust me.

You're pathetic.

You could have been born with a king's
fortune. You still would have failed

You're only in this world to bring us
all down. Your family, your friends, the

union.

I'm telling the police where you are.

I'm telling them where you are.

I'll kill you. I'll kill you.

Thornton.

Thornton.

Congratulations.

On handling the strike.

I trust everything's back to normal?

Well, business is a little more
complicated than that. It'll take a

Ah. You know the Latimers, of course.

Of course.

Ah. Margaret.

Over here.

Well, look at this.

What luck.

Two of the prettiest girls in Milton.

You remember the Latimers, Margaret?

My banker.

And therefore a very important lamb.

And this is Anne.

Recently arrived home from Switzerland,
I believe.

And very much finished.

Well, where are you off to, my dear?

Nowhere. Well, that's all right. You can
have your little secrets.

All young women must have their secrets.
Isn't that one of the joys of life?

I wouldn't know.

Good day.

What's the point of spending a fortune
on education?

If you have to spend another on a
wedding, why don't you step back?

Good day, Michelle, Val.

I'm sorry, my dear. Mr. Val.

I'm grateful for the friendship you give
my father. Goodness knows he has felt

alone and melted, but... But you wish I
would mind my own business and stop

being so down -to -date.

You're absolutely right, my dear. It
will stop immediately.

But you know, I do take an interest.

I would like to think... If you were in
need of help, I would be the first you'd

call on.

You've my word, Mr Bell.

You'll be the first.

Father!

You're back early.

Yes, sir. One of my pupils cancelled our
appointment, and I came back looking

forward to Mr Thornton's lesson.

Only to discover that he also fears he
might find himself too busy to read this

evening.

It has been a busy few days.

No doubt Mr Thornton will resume his
lessons when things quieten down.

No doubt. No doubt.

Maybe I'll write him a little note of
encouragement, hoping he can come later.

Margaret.

Were you expecting a letter? No.

Yes.

Father, I've got something I have to
tell you.

I've written to Frederick.

I know that I shouldn't have.

Because of your mother.

And you think he needs to come quickly?

Please say I did the right thing,
Father.

Is it linked to Frederick the Very
Great?

Oh, yes, my dear.

I'm afraid it is.

The government must take harsh measures
against those who set themselves up in

opposition to its authority, especially
at sea, where the captain must expect

extra support so far from home.

There is still a large reward out on
Frederick.

Maybe we could get the letter back. When
did you post it?

Several days ago.

But surely everything happened so long
ago.

The Navy spares no expense.

They send out ships specifically to hunt
the seas for the guilty men. It's as

fresh and vivid a crime as if it
happened yesterday.

And nothing but blood.

We'll wipe it clean.

Fred's innocent.

Surely there is justice.

We must trust that he'll be...

If only I hadn't written.

Supposing I have only encouraged
Frederick to come back to a court

That would kill Mother for sure.

No, my dear, you did well. You acted
from the heart. You were brave for your

mother's sake.

I'm glad you didn't tell me.

For I might have stopped you.

Dear Edith.

I hardly know how to begin.

There are things I so want to talk to
you about.

I can't find the words.

I came for a tap instead.

Or you will.

There's no more pain.

She's not supposed to go before me.

Doesn't make sense.

Not the natural way of things.

You sure she's dead? She's not in a
faint. This happened before.

No, Nicholas.

She's dead.

Poor Beth.

She lived the life of a dog.

Hard work and illness.

She never had one moment of rejoicing.

She may not have had an easy life, but
she will find comfort in the next.

I'm not saying I don't believe in your
God, but I can't believe he meant the

world to be as it is.

With masters ruling over us, the rest of
us left to live a half -life in the

shadows. He gave us the world.

and our wits and intelligence to
discover the grace and beauty in others.

I'm to believe that he gave some more
than others, and that with his will...

It's our duty to make peace with others.

It's a pity that you seem to think in
terms of war and strife.

I know the suffering, and I know there
are cruel and greedy masters, but

surely...

It would be better for people of
goodwill on both sides to sit down and

ideas of how to do God's will, to live
together in peace and harmony.

Wouldn't you think a man like Thornton
be open to ideas?

Thornton?

He's the one that brought in the Irish,
that led to the riot that broke the

strike. Even Hamper would have waited,
but Thornton has got no deceit about

And now, just when we needed him to be
hard, To hunt down men like Boucher and

men who betrayed us.

What does he do?

He says he's the injured party. He won't
press charges.

They'll not get employment. They're well
known.

That's punishment enough, he says.

I thought you'd have more guts.

Mr Thornton was right.

I know that you're angry with Boucher.

But even you must see that anything more
would look like revenge.

Oh, Beth.

She said the strike would be the end of
her.

And it's all because of weak men like
Boucher.

Not everyone is as strong as you,
Nicholas.

To last out the strike for so long.

People of the same trade must stick
together. If they don't, men have ways

means. Ways and means? Ways and means.

We can cast a man out and pretend he
doesn't exist.

No one will look at him or talk to him.
Talk of the tyranny of the masters,

Nicholas.

Don't worry, Mr. Hale.

I haven't forgotten who's lying dead at
home and how much he loved your girl.

I'll just say this.

Being in the Union, it is like being in
a war.

And with a war comes some crime.

But it would be a greater crime to do
nothing.

Doesn't the mistress look well today,
Miss Margaret?

She's done a good two inches from me to
work, and she's read her post.

More letters from your Aunt Shaw,
inviting us to the great exhibition.

I do so wish I could go.

Don't worry, I know that I shouldn't.

But you could go, Margaret.

It sounds so exciting.

With bears and elephants and exotic
people and inventions from all over the

empire. I can't go to London.

Not when you're... Not until I know
you're feeling better.

Yes, but if you went, you could tell me
all about it.

And maybe bring me something back.

And that would give me something to look
forward to.

I'll think about it.

You've written to Frederick?

Haven't you?

Now I think about it.

I'm afraid of him coming.

In case he should be taken.

After all of these years that he's kept
away and lived safely.

There is a risk.

But we all be careful.

If we were still at Helston, people
would know who he was.

People would remember.

While here, nobody knows or cares for us
to notice what we do.

I suppose there's some virtue in being
uprooted and friendless.

I'm glad that Miss Margaret wrote.

I was thinking of doing so myself.

And Dixon will keep the door like a
dragon, won't you?

They'll have to be clever to get past
me.

I suppose it's only right that we've
invited people from all over the Empire,

even if some of the exhibits are a
little exotic.

It's wonderful.

It's as if all the world is here for us
to see. I was impressed by the

machinery.

I never realized the power and the money
to be made from cotton.

Maybe we should go into cotton.

I should think it takes a deal more
energy than you have, Maxwell.

And we don't need heavy machinery to
make money in London.

Nor do we need to suffer the northern
climate.

Do we, Miss Hale?

I ask the expert amongst us.

It's true.

The air is not so clean in winter.

Margaret has always had a mind of her
own.

You're all here to see this fine
machinery.

Technologically, we're the envy of the
world.

If only there was a mechanism to enable
us all to live together.

To take advantage of the great benefits
that come from industry.

But that will be for future generations.

We can bring back marmosets from
Mozambique.

But we cannot stop man from behaving as
he always has.

Don't you think we can bring about an
end to strikes?

Not in my lifetime.

But with time and patience, we might try
to bleed them of their bitterness.

Miss Hale here knows the depths we men
in Milton have fallen to.

How we masters only strive to grind our
workers into the ground.

I certainly do not think that.

As Mr. Thornton could tell you, if he
would know me at all.

I've presumed to know you once before,
but I've been mistaken.

Miss Hale!

How delightful.

He's managed to come to London at last.

Mother allowed it only because John was
coming.

And Miss Latimer, of course.

Which he approves of greatly.

Seems to think he's far more sensible
than me.

Henry.

Do you know Mr Thornton?

Mr Thornton?

All the way from Milton?

My brother is interested in dabbling in
cotton.

I'm not sure I'm the one to speak to.

I'm not sure I'd know how to dabble.

I must go.

You may enjoy the machinery like an
exhibit in the zoo. I have to go and

with it.

I must get back to Milton today. Give
our regards to the Hales.

You must tell them how the London break
is suiting Miss Hale.

Don't you think, Thornton?

Doesn't Miss Hale look well?

Good day.

Tell Mother I'll be home soon.

With so much to tell her.

Just stick him in the mud.

Who was that?

Is it anyone we should know?

Poor Thornton.

I tempted him down here to try to raise
finance for Marlborough Mills.

He'd have to face all kinds of
inquiries.

Starry -eyed Londoners who think they
only have to snap their fingers to make

fortune in common. I'd hardly have
thought a manufacturer would have

a show like this.

No, you're wrong.

I've heard him talk often with my
father.

He's very interested in the world.

Really.

I know him to be.

My daughter, Margaret.

I will be dead soon.

I want you to look after her.

My own sister.

She travels often.

Margaret has no woman's guidance.

I'm sure your daughter makes her own
choices.

I cannot make her change her mind.

She has already made her decisions.

I'm surprised she's not here, as you're
not well.

I made her go.

I was feeling a great deal better,
but...

I wish you to be a friend

to Margaret.

I'm afraid it is not in my nature to
show affection, even when I feel it.

But I promise that if Miss Hale should
ask me for help, or if I should ever

hear of her doing something that I see
as wrong... Margaret never does anything

wrong.

I will counsel her as I would my own
daughter.

I promise.

I pray to God to bless you for your
promise to be kind.

I should never have gone, Dixon.

She wanted you to go.

She was happy for you.

This last turn happened very suddenly.

Come visiting at this hour.

I'll get the master.

No, I'll go.

Don't disturb him.

It's Mr. Halen.

Frederick.

Frederick.

Mother?

She's still alive.

She was as ill as she could be, but she
lived. Oh, thank God.

Father. You did expect me, didn't you?

I knew that you would come, but we have
had no letter. I travelled before it,

but she knew I'd come.

Of course.

I didn't dare think it would be so soon.

Margaret?

Did I hear the door?

Come home.

Mr. Compton.

I've only come to return this book to
your father.

And I've taken the liberty of bringing
some fruit for your mother.

Thank you.

Oh, thank you, Mary. Please take me
through to the kitchen.

You must excuse me. I thought that I
would still be welcome here.

Despite our... Despite what has passed
between us.

As your father had guessed, at least.

Indeed. You are welcome, but...

I'm sorry, you have company already.

No, indeed we do not. There is no one
here.

Good day, Miss Hale. Mr Thornton,
please.

My mother is ill.

Not as they seem.

Please believe me that I mean no
discourtesy towards you and that you are

welcome.

Who was that?

The famed tradesman that came earlier?

Mr Thornton.

He's a manufacturer.

Tradesman, manufacturer, it's all the
same.

What did Father mean by coming all this
way and placing you in the company of

these people?

Mr Thornton is... He's a gentleman,
Fred, and has been very good to us.

I'm sorry.

Who am I to criticise?

I've neglected you and Mother all these
years.

You don't know how much it pains me not
to be able to thank those that have been

kind to you.

That your life and mine must always be
separate.

Unless I run the risk of court -martial.

Or if you should come to Spain.

You know, I have a good position there.

And, uh...

The girl I wrote to you about?

Dolores?

I only wish you knew her. You would love
her. You and father and mother.

Tell me about her.

We could do with talking of lovely,
joyful things.

And then I'm to go to Croxley to read
with the smithers' boy.

He's a diligent lad, hard -working, but
slow. I don't think he'll make much of a

scholar.

But his parents hope that, with enough
help, he can get a decent education.

Well, Fatty, see and hear it.

Well, maybe you're not a mysticson no
longer.

I'm still mysticson to you, young
Leonard.

Though I've had my sharpies, I'm sure.

And you, did up to your old nonsense,
are you?

What are you doing all the way up here
in Milton?

Well, Elston's not exactly an up -and
-coming place, is it?

Besides, this is where all the money is.

I've got myself a fine fiancée now, I
know.

That's one of those big houses up there.

Anyway, what are you doing all the way
up here, Mr.

Dixon?

Still working for those Hayleys?

Wasn't there some sort of, um, some sort
of scandal involving that boy?

I'm a victim of his family.

Here we are, then.

Sure I'll see you again soon, eh?

Oh,

Dixon.

Do you think he knows about Frederick?

Mutiny was a very big story.

It was in all the newspapers.

And there is still a big reward.

We certainly don't want him poking his
nose in around here.

Frederick must go.

Before the funeral.

Have you talked to my father about
arrangements?

He said Mr Bell will come from Oxford
and arrange everything. Mr Bell?

Of course.

He will help.

But Frederick must leave before he
comes.

No one else must know he's here.

I wish I hadn't met Mr Lennon.

I don't see why I should have to run
away before the funeral.

I've a good mind to face it out and
stand trial.

No, you must go, Fred.

If only I could find witnesses and
defend myself so everyone knows what a

monster Captain Reed was.

You think a court -martial is somewhere
justices administer.

Fred has never tried to defend himself.

How can I now?

I can't send out the town crier. I can't
commission a pamphlet, even if anyone

would bother to read it.

What about a lawyer?

I know a lawyer who is honourable and
clever, I think.

I'm sure he would if I... if we asked.

Mr Henry Lennox's father, you remember?

Do what you like. Write to Henry if you
must, but do not keep Frederick in

England. Henry Lennox, is that Edith's
brother -in -law?

Yes. He might be all right. I could
write to him all the details of the crew

about the ship.

You must leave tomorrow by the night
train.

You can see Henry in London.

And then take a boat on from there.

Only a few minutes more.

I don't know when I'll see you again.

Who is that?

Just a law.

What a scowl that man has.

A very disagreeable fellow, I'm sure.

Is it most then something that happens
to make them scowl for it?

Don't judge him heartily.

I'll write soon.

Hale!

It is you, isn't it? And look at you. I
thought I recognised you.

What's all this? I'm not Hale. What's
all this?

You

must

go now, Fred. Go!

Go!

Go!

God bless you, Margaret.

If we'd been in Helston Chapel, it would
have been full of mother's friends.

Yes.

How are they, Miss Hale and her father?

They are as well as can be expected.

Don't worry, Thornton, there are many
people to look after them.

Is there anything I can do?

No, everything's taken care of.

Well, not a great turnout, to be sure.

The aunt is travelling in Italy,
unfortunately.

I'm surprised Lennox didn't turn up,
though.

Henry Lennox, closely connected to the
family. He's a lawyer.

I hear he takes an interest.

But you can be sure I'll let you know if
your help is needed.

Mr Thornton? Yes.

Mason, isn't it?

How do you do?

Sorry to disturb you, sir, but with you
being a local magistrate... This fellow

was found along the station embankment
two days ago.

Died in hospital this morning.

He's not from these parts.

I was trying to identify him.

Find out who killed him.

We thought we'd find you here around
dinner time.

You're pretty sure of finding me here
any time.

Please, sit down, Muslim.

No, thank you.

You're out of work, Stuart.

Because of the strike.

I'm out of work because I choose not to
work. Have you asked for work at your

old mill?

What happened was I'm a good worker,
he'd take me back. But there's a new

We're not allowed to pay into the union.

We pay into the union so we can have a
strike fund.

So we can pay a shilling a week strike
pay to those in hardship.

Their thinking is, if we're not allowed,
there'll be no strikes.

We're not asking masters to fund a
strike. We're not that simple, but...

Where's the crime in giving to your own
out of your own wages?

Freely earned. I mean, you earn a wage,
don't you, Mr. Allen?

Yes. Yes, I do.

People who pay you don't tell you how to
spend your money, do they?

No.

No, they certainly don't. Do all the
mills operate this new rule?

Remember Boucher saying the union was a
tyrant?

Sometimes the union has to force a man
to see what's good for him.

Boucher was always a fool. He never knew
what was good for him. So he did the

union harm? We've had opinion on our
side.

Till he started rioting and breaking the
law. Wouldn't it have been better to

leave him alone?

He did the union no good.

And you drove him mad.

Margaret. No, no, no. She speaks her
mind. I like that. She doesn't

The union is a great power.

The union is our only power.

I best not talk about it. I can't help
feeling angry about you because there's

no end to his mischief.

Still? Oh, yeah.

First of all, he starts a riot, then he
goes into hiding.

Thornton doesn't prosecute, so he slinks
back home. What does he do?

He goes off to hampers, begging for
work, even though that would mean

his union dues.

To be fair to Hamper, he didn't listen
to Boucher. He drove him away.

Even though they say he cried like a
baby.

We'll round him in the canal and be off
nationally.

Now? All right.

Determine to kill himself, all right?

Vulture, we shall leave those.

Vulture.

We'll have a nerve to drown itself.

Water from the dying vat, Gazeta. That
can help.

Higgins, you knew him.

You must go and tell his wife. Do it
now, man. We can't leave him here.

Only a few days after, Mrs. Boucher
followed her husband to heaven, leaving

their six children orphans.

He buried them high above the city in
the fresh air.

Their worldly struggle and care over
forever.

How much harder now for those of us who
are left behind to mourn.

It's me, miss.

It's the police inspector.

I told him to go away, but I didn't want
to disturb the master.

Did he say what he wanted?

No, miss.

I've let him in and shown him to the
master's study, but it's you he wants to

see.

I beg your pardon, ma 'am.

Especially at such a time.

My duty obliges me to ask you a few
plain questions.

A man died at the infirmary following a
fall, we think, after a fight at Outwood

Station between the hours of 11 and 12
at night on Thursday the 26th.

At the time, the fight didn't appear to
be much consequence.

I don't think the man had a bad drinking
habit and some internal complaint.

There will have to be an inquest.

The witness...

uh, grocer's assistant, stated that the
fight was precipitated by some drunken

impertinence to a young lady who was
walking with a man at the station.

There is some reason to believe that
that young lady might be you, ma 'am.

I was not there.

The witness said the lady was remarkably
handsome.

He, uh...

He identified the lady as a Miss Hale
from Crampton, whose family frequent the

shop. You are the only Miss Hale from
Crampton.

I don't know.

Inspector, much as I would like to own
up to being remarkably handsome, I'm

sorry that I have to repeat that there
has been some mistake.

I was not there.

I see.

Do you have any more questions for me,
Inspector?

No, madam.

I have your absolute denial that you
were that lady. I'm sorry that he...

this man is dead.

But I was not there.

It may be that if my witness insists
that it was you at Outwood Station at

time and place... Then I may have to
summon you to an inquest.

To provide an alibi.

I hope you'll forgive me for seeming
impertinent.

I have to do my duty.

Mr. Thornton!

Ah, Mason, what's new?

The man we saw at the mortuary?

Yes. Leonard, isn't it?

Well, he was a drunk, obviously, but he
met his death by violence, almost

certainly.

I believe one of my mother's servants
was engaged to him. She's in great

distress today.

Am I right in thinking you're acquainted
with a Mr. Hales, sir? Yes, indeed.

What of it? It's just that this man
Leonard's death was mixed up with Miss

Hales, sir.

I have a very secure chain of evidence
that...

A gentleman walking out with Miss Hale
at the same time was the same that

with Leonard and Mayweather called it
the death.

The young lady denies she was there at
the time.

Are you sure?

Good idea.

I mean, aren't you sure the man she was
with is connected to the death?

What evening was this? What time?

Between 11 and 12.

Thursday, 26th.

Sir?

Miss Hale denies she was there.

So?

Well, you can see my problem, sir.

I have a witness who's pretty positive
he saw Miss Hale, even though I've told

him of her denial.

There'll be a coroner's inquest.

These people's identifications are very
awkward.

One doesn't like to doubt the word of a
respectable young woman.

She denied it through the book.

Twice.

Very emphatic about it.

I did tell her I'd have to ask her
again.

You were quite right.

Don't do anything until you see me
again.

I will look into it.

Come and give Jane the week off.

Better off without that scandal with
Leonard, you know.

You know what the servants were saying
about Margaret?

Out after dark with a gentleman.

I do not know or care what they say,
Mother.

And nor should you.

We've come very late.

Well? Sorry to have kept you waiting,
Mum.

I've had other people to see before now,
otherwise I would have been here

sooner.

There is, after all, to be no inquest in
the Lennon's case.

So there is to be no further
investigation?

Here.

I have Mr Thornton's note.

Mr Thornton?

Yes.

He's a magistrate in the case.

He's also an acquaintance of mine.

I told him of the difficulties.

There will be no inquest.

Not enough medical evidence.

Take no further steps. I will take full
responsibility.

Thank you.

Mr Thornton, he understood that I wasn't
there.

At the station.

Yes, of course.

I'm sorry to have seemed to have doubted
your word, Mum.

The witness was so positive.

Now he knows he was mistaken.

He hopes he hasn't caused offence.

So... Good evening, Mum.

I'll be on my way now.

It's all right, Dixon.

The matter has been resolved.

It's over.

Father is waiting in the sitting room.

Mr Thornton, I have to thank you. No.

No thanks.

I did not do anything for you.

Do you not realise the risk that you
take in being so indiscreet?

I gave you no explanation for your
behaviour that night at the station.

You must imagine what I must think.

Mr Thornton, please.

I'm aware of what you must think of me.

I know how it must have appeared.

Being with a stranger so late at night.

The man you saw me with, he... The
secret is

another person.

And I cannot explain it without doing
him harm.

Is that you, John?

Come on up.

I have not the slightest wish to pry
into the gentleman's secrets.

I'm only concerned as your father's
friend.

I hope you realise that any foolish
passion for you on my part is entirely

I'm looking to the future.