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I should think so.

I hate the hair on a man's neck.

It would be like patting a monkey.

Your Benjamin's smooth!

I've got to go now; poor mam�, she'll be in hysterics.

Jew girl!

Oi, jew girl!

Want some lessons, jew girl?

Let's go. It's starting.

Wait for me!

Don't be so wild, Rosina. Your face is quite red.

See how composed Sara Abrahams is.

And try not to look so tall, darling.

Still hungry?

- How's my little waif? - Pap�.

- And your mother, is she happy? - Basta!

Go and dance! I don't want you in my arms forever!

Come on, dance.

Go!

Go, go. Come on!

Look!

Tragedy.

Joy.

Rapture.

I don't see why I shouldn't go on the stage.

Aunt Sofka is an actress...

and she never married.

Now what else did the prostitute say?

Do you wanna make 5 shillings, jew girl?

- Do they enjoy it, do you think? - What?

Drinking...

semen.

Your Gentiles eat a dessert that looks like semen.

It's called semolina. I've seen it.

Yes, but you haven't seen semen.

I would like to see it...

but not to drink it.

I kissed Benjam�n.

But you're not married.

Actresses care not for such convention.

What was it like?

Well, you don't look any different.

Open up!

- What's the matter? - What was there?

Oh, no.

- What's happened, Aunt Sofka? - Let me see my husband!

Get some help. Come on.

Please.

- What's happening? - I don't know.

I don't know.

These are terrible times, Sofka.

Terrible.

My pap�!

Why did he have to go out? I told him.

I said "it's a cold night. Don't go out again".

Didn't I tell him, Sofka?

Murdered. Debts.

What are these debts? Strangers have debts, not my Simi.

"Don't go out tonight," I told him.

"It's cold, it's snowing almost".

I blame myself. He wasn't even wearing his sable coat.

Debts.

Murdered.

We don't get murdered in our family.

Strangers get muredered. Gentiles.

Why didn't I stop him going out, Sofka?

Mira, you never really know a man's true nature.

This is all God's will.

It's God's will that Gentiles should murder my husband for a few guineas...

and leave me and my daughters destitute?

And Rosina's so difficult.

Something will be done.

The girl will just have to take Litnoff and not be so fussy.

He has a good business. People will always need fish.

What does she mean "you never know a man's true nature"?

I dreamt the Gentiles cut out his heart.

They were coming after us like we were witches.

- Filthy bitches! - Stop it!

Stop it!

I don't want this any more than you do, Rosy, but what can I do?

And what is your favourite fish, Mr Litnoff?

I won't do it!

Father would never have me married without love.

I'll go on stage. I will.

I'll find any other way of making money. Don't you worry, Becca.

But you can't do anything.

I would rather be a prostitute...

swallowing semolina...

than become that fish merchant's wife!

"Perfect Christian gentlewoman wishes to obtain...

situation in a gentleman's family".

How about "Amelia"?

"The true gentlewoman never raises her eyes unbidden to those of a man."

"Humility is the cornerstone of femininity."

Or "Flora".

It's too frilly.

We need something...

serious and respetable and wholesome...

pious and biblical.

I've got it!

Magdalen.

- "Mary". Perfect. - Mary!

- Christian. - Mary Church?

Mary...

Blackchurch.

Mary Blackchurch. Gentile.

Gentlewoman, at your service.

Spit three times and say the Schema.

Now all I need are a pair of white gloves...

and some humility...

and an answer to my advertisement from a lovely family in London.

You can't do this.

"With a rapidity and vehemence which seemed to have in it...

a touch of insanity,

the sudden sense of the danger to which the child must necessarily

be exposed in the charge of such a keeper

increased the lady's desire to keep him in the castle, if possible.

'You may mistake me, Tate', she said, addressing the older man".

Thank you.

Mother,

Listen to me. You must not distress yourself.

I have found employment.

What have I done to deserve this?

- You were always such a worry to me. - On the Isle of Skye.

- In Scotland. - Wanton and sluttish like Sofka...

going and showing yourself amongst gentiles.

You'll end up on the street, Rosina. What would your father say?

I think Father knew rather more about the street than either of us.

Have some honey cake.

" ...with the same style of bitter irony,

I know the wages of that service."

I can't believe that...

It's so horrible.

- Goodbye. - Don't go, please.

- I'll write. - Be careful!

Goodbye.

"Dear Becca: Green, green...

and more green.

Anodine, hostile countryside.

How I detest it!

I long for cities and chimneys

Still, I keep

Isle of Skye.

It sounds absurdly romantic,

gothic even.

I must try and improve my mathematics...

read the New Testament and preparare myself...

for this great adventure.

Am I not lucky?

And just think...

20 pounds per annum".

Hello?

Oh, the governess.

We were expecting you much earlier.

- Sorry. -I'll take you to your room, Miss.

"I feel the word 'Jewess' must be emblazened on my forehead.

I am not like them.

Oh, Becca. How will I ever pass for a Mary Blackchurch?"

Could you...?

What's your name?

My name is Lily Milk, Miss.

I'm Mary Blackchurch.

Might the fire be lit, Lily?

In the afternoon?

I'll ask, Miss... Blackchurch.

I'll fetch your tea.

Miss Blackchurch.

I hope your journey wasn't too awful.

Do sit, please.

And how is dear London?

I can't tell you how much I miss the theatre, the opera, the ballet.

I'm afraid in my last situation I was not lucky enough to...

No, no. Of course not.

I have heard Miss Sofka Da Silva sing.

Ah, yes. Some of these clever little jewesses do have a remarkable facility.

Do take some tea, Miss Blackchurch.

You must be fatigued.

Ah, Clementina.

This is Miss Blackchurch.

Say "How do you do?"

How do you do?

Miss Blackchurch.

You spoke in your letters of French.

Yes, I spent some time in Paris when I was a child.

And I have begun to study Pascal and Rousseau.

We often had artists around us in my father's house.

- In London? - Tut tut, don't do that to Melissande.

And of course my husband is so busy with his scientific researches...

his...work...

we have little time for town.

There's nothing nicer than a nice walk, is there?

- And other languages? - Lat�n, of course.

My brother speaks Lat�n.

He went to a very important school...

where you could thrash people.

Basic reading Greek, and my mother is half Italian

So you favour your mother, then, with your dark looks.

They're so artistic, the Italians.

But not, I think you said, a catholic.

Definitely not a catholic.

Defend us from all perils and dangers of this night...

through your only son, our saviour Jesus Christ.

Amen.

Father, how could you do this to me?

How could you die?

"The child is a rodent in lace petticoats.

I do not fit here.

My longing for you all is like a physical pain.

I know this will not reach you for a month...

and the money comes under separate cover.

Comfort Mother...

but heed Aunt Sofka...

and do not let Benjamin forget me.

Good night, sweet sister,

your Rosina".

Rosina, don't worry.

I'm only sleeping.

Thank you.

Many things being delivered, Lily.

Aye, it is Mr Cavendish's wing, Miss, where he does his work.

What sort of work?

He has many clever new notions. No one's allowed in there...

He cleans it himself, with lots of dusters.

What sort of notions?

Well, cook says it's something to do with capturing the shadows of ghosts.

And I've seen him with a great many dead things from the beach.

And once I did wonder if he'd found a mermaid and was trying to give it life...

like I saw at a fair in Dundee.

He found a mermaid?

- You ever been in there? - No!

No, I dare say it's none of our business.

and we couldn't understand it anyway.

Miss Blackchurch, you'd best hurry; it is 7 o'clock.

Well, what do you like learning about?

I should like to start with something you enjoy.

People who murder people.

- Ah, history. - No.

I don't like history.

Why don't you read me this fairy story? It's called 'Rapunzel'.

There is a murder in that...

and I think I have asked you to stop kicking that chair.

Look, Madam.

I have chosen to remain silent about your little friends

in my bed last night.

But let me tell you, if anything of that sort ever happens again,

or if you continue to kick that infernal chair,

not only will your father hear about it

but I shall come into your bedroom in the dead of night

and cut off all your hair,

and put a live rat up your nightgown!

I've a very inventive mind when it comes to torture.

Have I made myself clear?

"Once upon a time, there lived...

a man and his wife".

I must apologise for my husband's lateness.

- Ah, Miss Blackwood. - Blackchurch.

Miss Blackchurch, forgive me. I'm sorry I wasn't here to meet you earlier.

But you've met our little savage, I hear.

Can you do anything with her, do you think?

My husband likes to joke, Miss Blackchurch.

I hope you'll not find the climate too daunting.

Of course, I'm barely used to it myself.

Or the lack of society.

But my husband lives for his work.

What is the nature of your research, sir?

Oh, 'dry-as-dust' stuff, I'm afraid. My wife has no interest in it at all.

Ladies have much quicker wits than we dull fellows, I fear.

I should be interested to hear.

Oh, inventions and science.

I cannot bear it, can you Miss Blackchurch? Where is the creativity?

The nourishment for the soul?

If this is a feminine predjudice, then I'm glad I'm a woman.

And I too, my dear. Very glad.

"Oh, Becca.

They talk in such cold riddles.

Ma Cavendish is like that porcelain doll Father bought us from Antwerp,

the one with the lilac pantalettes.

Cray says the hydrangea is dying.

She speaks as though she has a lemon up her posterior.

Of course, I never did like it!

How am I to bear it here? I hate her.

- What is it? - It's semolina, Miss.

That hat's for the guests.

Well, I am a sort of guest.

No you're not!

We must go down here, Miss Blackchurch. I'll show you my dead fish.

Come on, Miss Blackchurch.

Clementina, don't bother your father.

- Good afternoon, Miss Blackchurch. - Good afternoon.

Look pap�, I've got a shell that's shaped like a pig's ear.

That's 'terebra maculata'.

It's a fossil.

I see you've made a study of concology.

Oh, no. Just canting on...

I've read Lamarck's "Generas', of course, and my father had a small collection.

Let me see.

It's beautiful.

You find beauty in unusual places, Miss Blackchurch.

Does your work involve much...

collecting of specimens, sir?

Yes, indeed... indeed it does.

Well, you um... must excuse me. There is little light still left to me.

Good afternoon, ladies.

- Race you. - But, what about my dress?

Come on!

Do you want us to run again, Miss Blackchurch?

I don't mind running if you want us to.

Miss Blackchurch? Come on, boy.

Georgiana thinks she's very fine, but she doesn't know what's going to happen to her tomorrow.

She won't be smiling then. And she's not wearing any pantalettes.

Wicked girl. Wicked!

You'll never marry if you don't know the polka.

Miss Blackchurch, would you do me the honour of joining me in my workplace...

at 6 o'clock?

I believe you know the way.

Have you been naughty, Miss Blackchurch?

You'll probably be punished.

See, you'll never learn to polka.

I hope you didn't catch cold in the shrubwalk this morning.

Come.

I'm flattered you take an interest in my work.

I work alone, but only because others are not...

are not usually interested in something so arcane

or maybe futile.

You see, you can create an image

produced by a 'camera obscura'.

I call it a 'box camera'.

But until now, the image couldn't be captured... on the paper,

but if you sensitise the paper...

make photogenic paper...

thus...

I can create a stable image by exposing it to sunlight, but

as you can see, my studies, like butterflies,

are doomed to die within the day; they cannot, as yet, be fixed upon the paper.

But you can create such beauty.

My aim is to make a faithful and scientific record of reality, Miss Blackchurch.

It's another means of expression.

That's neither a very rational nor empirical point of view, but...

but an imaginative one, nonetheless.

There may be more than one interpretation of mimesis.

There are, of course, others of us at work in this field,

all searching for the elusive fixation process.

It's become quite a little race; Europe and um...

Have you studied chemical properties?

I've used all these in an attempt to find the process of fixation.

Mercury, ferrous oxalate...

albumin,

gallic acide, silver nitrate

Just like alchemy.

Have you ever recorded a phototype likeness of a human face?

That doesn't interest me, I'm afraid.

If you have any spare time,

perhaps you could

help me to finish classifying these shells.

I'd be delighted to. Do you mean now?

Why not?

Last night I dreamt about Christmas,

and that I had a large chocolate pie.

And little baby Jesus made me eat it all by myself,

or my legs would be cut off.

Miss Blackchurch, you're not listening to me again.

Henry!

Wait for me!

Is Henry going to live here now, and not at Oxford?

I don't know, my darling.

But it would be lovely to have him with us for a little while, wouldn't it? Henry?

Paradise. Unalloyed bliss.

Excuse me. I have some work to do.

We'll talk about this tomorrow, Henry.

Thank you, Father. I do so look forward to that.

You are looking thin, my darling. Don't you want your chicken?

If you'll excuse me, I think I'll go to bed. Mother.

Miss Blackchurch.

Clementina.

Now.

You are floated right up to the ceiling.

Down, very carefully.

And now you are asleep.

There now.

Then it gets crushed like a blancmange...

and they only have eyes left, like two black carnets.

Delicious.

Look, Miss Blackchurch. I'm lying on my deathbed.

Now you can come to heaven, too.

With you?

No thank you!

You abandoned our work very soon, Miss Blackchurch.

Oh no, I was waiting to hear when you might want me to come.

I did not wish to disturb you.

Oh, no, no, no, no. You're of great assistance.

Mrs Cavendish is quite aware of, um, ...

Come whenever you can.

Thank you.

Yes, I should be very glad to. I shall come now!

- Shall I? - No need to hurry, Miss Blackchurch.

I think perhaps you should change your cloak.

You seem rather... humid.

Yes, thank you.

That was Clementina's botany walk. I fell over.

Ah, let me. Let me help.

Very good.

It is so real, and yet it's quite unearthly.

When I've found the fixation process, I'm going to try for even greater clarity,

stronger lenses,

more even distribution of light.

I think I'll use the oxalate combination

under different conditions.

Does the amount of light exposure affect the fixation process?

I believe it must, yes.

Could we not... could you not section off a...

far larger area of the room

and keep the amount of darkness all the time?

You're a very clever and useful young woman, Miss Blackchurch.

Please don't go, Miss Blackchurch.

I was very impolite yesterday.

I did not notice.

I think you did.

Are your family like that?

I don't know what you mean.

Mother says that you're Italian.

You ask a lot of questions.

You ask me a question, then.

Anything you like.

Why did you get sent down from Oxford?

I was found in an opium den in Spittlefields with a whore.

Ha, you don't believe me, and you're not shocked.

No!

Henry is a very strange young man.

You've made a work of baroque art, Miss Blackchurch.

A study in chiaroscuro.

Oh, I'm sorry. I got carried away.

No, no, no, no, no. It's well done.

I don't like this.

You'll never catch a husband without drawingroom skills.

You don't have a husband, and you have drawingroom skills!

You're not that ugly!

But then Mam� says you look like a black beetle.

You're just plain,

and men prefer blonde hair.

Two more circuits, Clementina, then you may have half an hour of treat.

- Rosina's turn. - Go on.

Mr Cavendish!

- Oh, I'm sorry. - Dash, it doesn't matter.

I'm sorry to disturb you, Mr Cavendish. Salt solution.

Salt solution.

You clever girl! You clever, clever girl!

Perhaps you should see to your hair, Miss Blackchurch.

We have some solutions of sodium chloride to mix, I think.

Much work. Excellent.

How can I have been so stupid? It was staring me in the face.

We'll invite Hewlitt from the Royal Society in Edinburgh.

We'll astound him.

The fixation...

we have it.

We have it!

Bring me the ones that have been in for three-and-a-half minutes.

All right.

I don't know how long it's been in.

Oh no!

Never mind.

Good, very good.

Wait!

I have some here somewhere...

Ah, here it is!

- Whiskey. - Thank you.

I hope you haven't taken a chill, Miss Blackchurch.

You should be so proud of what you've done.

You've made it possible to capture the essence of people...

to fix memory,

to fix people, lost people

in one's mind forever.

Do you...

think of people that you've lost, Mary?

Tell me about your family.

My family...

My family is in London.

They're... that is...

My father died recently.

It was a sudden illness...

It's all right.

I'm sorry.

I thought it was behind me. Forgive me.

It's very cold. This time of the year it's ghastly cold.

This house...

Do you think it is possible to die of boredom and disappointment, Miss Blackchurch?

I'm...

Clementina, have you learned anything to interest Mam�?

Where is Henry?

Mr Cavendish...

the light is so beautiful. Could we not, perhaps,

please just try one portrait?

Yes.

You've worn me down.

Besides, I owe so much to your tenacity. How can I refuse?

A Biblical study in the manner of Raphael.

I think...

Queen Esther.

Will this do? Half in shadow...

half in light.

Like that.

Be very still.

How late it is.

The Harletts have invited us for dinner.

So how does the work progress?

Well, very well.

Really?

Good.

Charles, your fingers are so stained. It's quite grizzly!

Shall you be going to London again before Christmas?

My wife has never been to London.

# I dreamt that I dwelled in marble halls...

But I thought...

#...with vassals and serves at my side#.

Clementina, that is lovely but it is enough.

- Won't you sing, Miss Blackchurch?

Oh yes, do, Miss Blackchurch.

Oh no!

Yes, I insist. Let us have no displays of modesty.

- No, I really don't... - Yes, yes. You choose.

- You sang very well. - I sang for you.

You must not say that.

I dreamt...

of a beautiful picture we could make...

of Salom�.

- Do you know what to do? - No.

Your eyes are so huge.

You devour me.

Then do not look at me.

I've heard it said...

that the ancient Hebrews...

used to express love for each other...

entirely covered.

Do I look different?

My sister and I used to say that we'd look different afterwards.

What have you done to me, Miss Blackchurch?

Mary, Mary...

my little Mary.

Where did you learn such things?

You taught me to be an inventor.

And now I feel as though I could do anything.

I want to understand everything about you.

I want...

I want to invent a way of fixing this moment forever.

Oh Mary. What have we done?

No one else sings in this house.

Walk with me, Miss Blackchurch?

I was just going to call Clementina for her botany walk.

Ha Clementina.

Watch me, Henry.

Let's see how fast you can run. Go on!

Now, let's see how fast you can dance!

You!

You are a monster, Henry Cavendish.

A sea monster.

Oh, Henry...

I could think of nothing but you all day.

Mary, I, um...

I find...

everything has turned upside down.

But, I...

cannot surrender myself to things as easily as you can.

This is madness. This...

is even sinful madness.

I...

I do not feel myself.

And nor do I.

But we can be any self we want.

Can't we?

And as to sin...

if you are not happy...

We have Salom� to complete first.

I want to know how you see me.

Watching me like a dark angel?

You told me to divert my mind from black thoughts with some exercise.

You see how I obey your every command?

Oh don't stare at me, Henry.

I would walk into the sea for you, Inania.

A bath would do you good.

Do I stink? I shall bathe in scent for you.

Don't do it for me! Do it for yourself.

Doesn't this house oppress you to death?

Don't you dream of something more... Rosina.

Why did you call me that?

Because it is your name. Your beautiful, wonderful name.

How dare you go into my things.

Please, don't get angry.

I know why you think Christmas is little baby Jesus's resurrection.

It's why you aren't like these milk and water women.

Did you tell your mother? - God, no.

She's have you sent from the house for being an infedel.

What about your father?

He's a narrow old bigot as well.

He might think you pollute Clemmie's mind.

Rosina...

"...and the very birds of the air...

came and bewailed Snowdrop's death.

First an owl, and then a raven...

and last of all a little dove.

Snowdrop lay a long time in the coffin...

and she always looked the same.

And she remained as white as snow...

as red as blood...

and her hair as black as ebony".

Ah, there you see.

Le Blanche mentions sodium chloride. They're near it, they're near.

They're bound to publish first. They're known by the Royal Society, respected.

- Oh, we may as well abandon now. - Charles!

Why not get Hewlett to come sooner?

Send him a message tomorrow. We can be ready in a week. Here, look...

Write to him, then we can publish first.

'The Cavendish Method.'

'The Cavendish-Blackchurch Method.'

Oh, why not?

'The Cavendish-Blackchurch Method' sounds well enough.

Or even 'The Blackchurch-Cavendish Method'.

- Are you trying to irritate me, Miss? -Yes!

We can set up the Cavendish-Blackchurch studio in Edinburgh.

- We'll be the toast of Europe. - That's nice.

The Cavendish-Blackchurch studio...

with a little house on Princess Street, or...

maybe in Paris.

Charles?

Charles...

please let me make a portrait of you.

Ah, my little black-eyed witch.

Those spectacles make you look more foreign than usual.

Do you not like me to look foreign?

Someone in London once said that I looked like a Jewess.

Oh, surely not!

No, you're beautiful, truly.

Now, come on. Work, work, work.

If you want that studio in Princess Street, or...

Paris.

"I'm sorry I haven't written for a while, Becca.

I hope the money is reaching you.

Don't fret for me.

Time passes faster now,

and my employer is really quite human.

Gentiles are not monsters, I find,

although they are still deeply mysterious."

I do not know if we present the work correctly.

Is it scientific enough?

I must not appear a dilletante.

There are some catatypes that we should not show Mr Hewlett.

They will be astounded by us.

Mr Daguerre will be pissing in his pants.

We are nearly done.

No, no, no ma'am, don't touch that!

I told you not to touch the lenses. Damn you!

Mary, I'm sorry, I'm sorry my darling.

Come now.

Mary, I have offended you...

and I am sorry for it.

The chemicals are making me dizzy.

The chemicals? What do you feel, Charles? What do you feel?

I do not think so much of feelings as you do.

I do not want feelings,

I do not want the feelings that I have.

You do! You do want them!

You take my strength. I cannot work.

- I cannot work! - You do!

But we've made so much work together,

and we can make so much more.

We have all of our lives.

You'll have the recognition that you deserve.

Please, don't say that you cannot work.

I would let you suck the marrow from my bones.

Stop this nonsense! This all must stop.

So, Esmeralda, I'm warning you.

I'll put you out in the snow until you die.

Then you'll be desol�e, tr�s, tr�s desol�e,

and you won't like it, one little bit!

In fact you'll hate it, and I'll hate you.

I hope you freeze to death...

because you've been a naughty, naughty girl...

and that's what happens to naughty girls.

Forgive me.

Do you have dark dreams?

No, very rarely. Not since I was a boy.

You are a boy.

- What were you like? - I was afraid of the dark.

I used to think...

I used to think...

that a changeling would eat my kidneys...

and steal away my mother.

What was she like, your mother?

Her name was Eleanor.

She had thick hair...

dark red,

like squirrels and cellos.

She used to let me...

wrap my hands in it.

When I was ten,

and she started to die,

She used to sing to me.

Her voice was not her greatest asset.

You can wrap your hands in my hair.

I could drown in your hair.

It's like treacle.

Charles.

Charles?

Did you sleep well? I had such a strange dream.

Did you find it?

I found it.

I, um...

I don't believe I have any work for you today, Miss Blackchurch.

Thank you.

Miss Blackchurch?

- Charles, what have I done? - Please.

Please, go now.

I have a lot of work to do before Hewlett arrives tomorrow.

Please! please.

Aren't you hungry, Miss Blackchurch?

I have the most terrible headache.

I think I will rest before afternoon lessons.

Charles, um, I know I have angered you.

I know you do not like me to use the camera.

And please forgive me. I'm sorry.

It was just to show my love. It was a gift.

Let us forget about it now, Miss Blackchurch.

Please don't speak so coldly to me.

Please forgive me, Charles.

I do not wish to speak of this. Now you must calm yourself, Mary.

You're hysterical. You'll make yourself ill.

What about our plans' What about the future.

What about Mr Hewlett and the Royal Society?

I will not...

I will not be so demanding, I promise you I won't.

I will not talk of love. I will not speak of the future.

I promise I'll be whatever you want me to be.

What do you want me to be?

You consume me!

I cannot be consumed

Forgive me!

This is madness.

I beg you, forgive me!

I love you.

There must be nothing more between us.

Forgive me!

How dare you come here!

Go away!

- Please tell me... - Go away!

- Please go away! - Please tell me, Rosina.

I miss my home, I miss my family! Go away!

Take your clothes off!

Let me look at you!

Lie down.

I'm sorry.

And you say she returns your affections?

Yes sir, I know she does.

How? How do you know?

There is no doubt.

How long has this been going on?

- Forever, for me. - Indeed.

I do not wish to hurt..

or humiliate you, Henry, but I do know a little bit more about the world than you.

She comes from nowhere.

She's practically a demi-mondaine, that's singing!

She's obviously an adventuress.

You'll forget this nonsense, or you'll make yourself ridiculous.

She's not an adventuress. Her father died.

She works to support her family.

You see, she tells me everything.

Her name isn't even Mary.

She's a Jewess and I love her, and she loves me.

I knew you could not understand!

And I've not yet even spoken of marriage to her!

Wait!

You will not, Henry, speak...

of this matter again.

Tie your shoelace, or you'll fall over.

- Is it nous sommes, vous sommez? - Vous etes.

The length of immersion...

wasn't an important factor in this process.

Ah, Mr Hewlett, this is my daughter's governess.

If you do not object, I thought it might be instructive for her to be here.

She's always keen to benefit from new experiences.

So...

with a mixture of sweat and wayward empiricism,

I finally hit upon the right combination.

for the fixation process.

Of course, I cannot take all the credit.

Happy accident played her part.

Science is not always an entirely rational being.

Are you feeling unwell, Miss Blackchurch?

These matters are not always of interest to the ladies.

Miss Blackchurch, whatever does this mean?

Have we Christmas charades?

I've come to say goodbye.

With your love of fine art,

I know that you will treasure this forever.

- Rosina. - Henry.

- Please, don't go. - I'm sorry.

I've written you a letter...

one day, you'll understand.

Come and see me in London if you ever forgive me.

Don't go! Rosina!

Let me come with you. I love you.

You do not know me. How can you love me?

You don't love me. You love a dark idea.

- Henry, let me go. Drive on. - Don't move! Please Rosina.

Ruthie? Ruthie Abrahams!

Becca? Mother?

Rosina? Oh, my darling!

Why didn't you send for me?

Where's Mother?

Where's Mother?

All right.

Do you like almond pudding?

I want you to think about eating a large bowl full...

All right...

Almond pudding.

Good.

Rosina, it's nearly 3.00. Your sitter's here.

I'm in your hands, Miss Da Silva.

Do with me what you will.

Would you turn your head a little more into the light?

Still for a full minute...

Are we done?

Yes.

Yes, I think so.

Quite done.

If you leave your address with my sister, the print will be ready within a week.

I think of Scotland hardly ever at all now.

My images are much admired...

and I am even to give a lecture at the Royal Society.

They say I have captured the beauty of my father's people,

and I am glad.

My Mary Blackchurch days seem long gone now.

I hardly ever think of what might have been,

or why he came to find me.

Or why it is...

that you love most those who always seem to be turning away from you.

Work is a wonderful restorative.

I hardly ever think of those days at all.

No, I hardly ever think of them at all.