All language subtitles for Cranford Episode 4

Mr Holbrook has left everything
to a nephew, Mr Edgar Miller,

who was born some 20 miles from
Cranford, inveigled his way

into the sugar business and
made a considerable fortune!

How can he want to sell
a place as fine as Woodley?

He has told the executors
he has neither time nor inclination
to bring it up to date!

Will there be much excitement,
do you suppose?

Do you think people will flock
just to poke through his belongings?

No-one of delicate sensibility
could be remotely interested!

It has the odour of grave robbing
about it.

How much do you think
this will fetch? Whitework?

Pence.

People don't appreciate it these
days.

Oh, there are some splendid forks
here, two-pronged,

quite like the ones
my father used to have.

One moment... Ah...

Gone! To the reverend gentleman
over there! A most useful purchase.

I'm learning that a house needs as
many mirrors as it has daughters!

Lot 29 - diversified novels
in the French language...

Why have you both come today?
Is nobody ill?

Helen! This poor young man
doesn't own a stick of furniture.

One and sixpence, madam.
We will not put it to the bid.

For a memento of my own cousin?! You
will get a shilling, and no more!

AUCTIONEER: Sold to the
gentleman for eight pounds!

And now, an oval table,
poised on a pedestal foot.

Am I offered two guineas for it...?

Chinese lacquerwork.
Highly desirable!

Am I offered two guineas?
Come on there must be two guineas
to start me off?

Two guineas? Now, two guineas?
There's two guineas?
Two pounds five shillings...

Two pounds five shillings?
Two pounds five shillings?

Two pounds five shillings.
Thank you.

Two pounds seven shillings, sir.
Two pounds seven shillings?

Two pounds seven, sir? Two pounds
seven? Two pounds seven shillings.

Two pounds eight shillings?
Two pounds eight shillings?

Two pounds eight shillings.

Two pounds ten shillings, sir?
Two pounds ten, sir?

Two ten... Two pound ten.
Two pound ten shillings.

Two ten? Two ten?

Sold! To the gentleman on my left.

ALL: Ohh!
APPLAUSE

If I am not mistaken, you have the
look of the bachelor about you, sir.

I hope you have a lady
in mind for this. Of course.

And onto lot 32, Mr Holbrook's
personal effects...

It's very like him.

It is.

One and sixpence indeed.

I will not hear of remuneration!

Thank you.

It's a very elegant piece
of furniture, Dr Harrison,
and so well preserved!

Even the silk of the workbag
hasn't frayed. The workbag?

Underneath.

It's a ladies' sewing table. Oh.

The... The auctioneer didn't say!

Were you planning to
put specimens inside it?

Do use it,

if you'd like to. Thank you.

Perhaps you have been remiss
in not responding to
Dr Harrison's overtures.

I fear you have not
encouraged him enough.

How can I encourage or discourage
him, when he does not call?

This is the best chance
of marriage I have ever had,
and it is fading away!

We have each other...

And what will become of me,
when you are gone?

Where is Captain Brown today?

At the railway works.

And he wrote that he must
go to Manchester again.

He is never at home.

Mary - did you ever
hear from Major Gordon?

No.
But I suppose we did not think to!

His connection in Cranford
was always with your house.

I wasn't sure if you had
sent him a mourning card.

After Miss Deborah died.

I am afraid I overlooked it!

He would have written if you had.
I know it!

He held her in such high regard.

And she him.

I often wonder if he thinks of us,
in India.

Major Gordon will not have
forgotten you. I'm sure of it.

How can any man forget a woman
who turns him down twice?

Mary, I am sure of something, too.

He will never come back.

This is how it begins.

A mark on a map,
a double line of tape.

Those are just surveyors.

As the railway comes closer, it will
devour every acre in its path.

Will it come over that hill?

It will come through it. It'll split
the hill in half using gun powder.

Captain Brown! Sir!

I've, er,

written to Lady Ludlow, according
to Sir Charles's instructions.

Here - deliver this.
Go straight there.

Let me show you our progress. It's a
fine day for your labours, Captain.

What do you mean, it has been lost?

The wind blew it out
of my hand, madam. Your hand?

Why was it not put
safely in a pocket?

It's all right.
I can tell you what it said.

It's from Captain Brown,
who works for Sir Charles Maulver,

it's about the railway.

Captain Brown wants leave to
bring his surveyors on your land,
to better assess the price.

Captain Brown told you this?

No, madam.

I read it. In the letter.

You read a letter addressed to me?

I couldn't help myself.

I read everything.

And who taught you to read?

I was training him up as a clerk.

I have more correspondence than
can be dealt with without help.

There are plenty of people who
can read and write in Cranford.

Harry Gregson ought to
be working in the fields!

Harry Gregson ought to be in school.

Mr Carter...
do you think I'm made of stone?

Do you think the endless drip
of water may make a dent in me?

Madam, please.
You must attune to the times!

My father once made us keep
a journal in two columns.

On one side we were to put down in
the morning what we thought
would be the events of the day,

and at night we were to put down,
on the other side,
what had actually happened.

It was an interesting exercise.

I remember sitting with Deborah,
by the bedroom fire in the
Rectory as if it was yesterday.

She said she would have liked
to have married an archdeacon,
and write his sermons.

Yet she remained unmarried all her
life, and for all I know never even
spoke to a bachelor archdeacon!

But what of your dreams, Miss Matty?

What did you hope
would happen to you?

I was never at all ambitious!

Although I think I could have
managed a house, my mother
used to call me her right hand.

Mary...

...have you ever felt
yearning in your heart,

when you see a mother
with a baby in her arms?

I have not felt it yet, Miss Matty.

I dream sometimes that
I have a little child.

She's always the same -

a sweet, rosy girl,

not more than two years of age.

She never grows any bigger...

...though she has come
to me for decades.

When does she come?

When she is very sorry,
or very glad.

She does not speak,

or make any sound at all.

Just puts her mouth up to be kissed,

like real babies do to
their mothers.

And for a moment, when I wake,

I really do feel the clasp
of her arms around my neck.

I've always been so very
fond of little children!

But I was not like Deborah.

I could not have written sermons.

I do understand that since the
expansion of the postal service

you've been obliged to read
and write more letters.

So I have brought a helpmeet for you,
someone who can already read

with ease and write
with a fine, clear hand.

You'll feel the benefit at once.

Would you come in, my dear?

A lady?
Yes, Mr Carter. Sir, please.

You must attune to the times(!)

Mrs Rose, have you
heard what has occurred?

Her Majesty the Queen has
been brought to bed again.

The Prince of Wales is
still a babe in arms,
I'm surprised at the Prince Consort!

And they have named her
Alice MAUD Mary.

I'm not at all sure what I think
of "Maud", it is not a name
I've heard used in Cranford but...

Why, Aunt Holbrook's sewing table!

I think Dr Harrison likes to see
me comfortable, given that
it is he who makes the mending!

That is as good as a betrothal!
And Mrs Rose is very near
as old as you and I!

Also markedly grey beneath her cap.

Which I am not.

Do you not think she has been
altogether swift in
throwing off her widow's weeds?

Dr Harrison is charm itself.

He always wipes his boots
when he comes into a house,
which I believe speaks volumes.

He has not reached 30!
His proper nature is not out!

No. I fear it has all been
forged in haste. Miss Pole!

Once a soul has known affection, it
is more alert to the advantage of it.

You are out to trounce me,

because you have had
a husband and I have not!

Bread and butter?

I have been very grateful to you,
sir, for the kindness you have shown
me since I came to live in Cranford.

Especially when Walter's death
caused such unhappiness for us all.

It was the will of God.

I would never berate
a man of science for failure
to overtake such force.

Sir...

I find I have formed an
admiration for Miss Hutton.

And I would like your permission
to walk out with her.

And what makes you suppose
that I am likely to agree?

Oh...

Forgive me, Dr Harrison.

I have long been rehearsing what
to say when a young man came to
me with a request such as this.

You would imagine I would have
all manner of bon mots and

admonishments laid by for such an
occasion, but I discover I have not.

I think, sir, you should ask me
if my intentions are honourable.

Are they?

Utterly.

I am not yet in a position to ask
for Sophy's hand, but I will as

soon as my practice has grown, and
I can offer her a comfortable home.

That is,
if the notion is agreeable to you.

You know I have
no money to settle on her?

I consider it my privilege
to provide, sir.

I only regret I cannot do it yet.

Well, I would always have encouraged
a lengthy courtship, Dr Harrison.

Sophy was very young
when she lost her mother,

and she took on
so much responsibility.

Walter was just a baby.

She deserves some enjoyment,
before settling into marriage.

I will never treat her with
anything less than the utmost
respect and delicacy, sir.

I have seen you
setting store by her, you know,
for these several months.

I have loved her 20 years.

Come along.

I think we will find
Sophy in the garden.

Oh!

Sophy, my dear.
I've been talking to Dr Harrison.

My father was not stern
with you, was he?

No, not stern, only careful.

I should have been surprised
if he had not been.

At least I do not
think that he was stern.

I am afraid I am not
a clever judge of countenance.

I think it's why I
chose to be a doctor.

Patients have only two expressions -
pleasure, that you are come to cure
them, and fear that you will not!

Do you think he is watching? Yes.

Dr Harrison?!

Miss Tomkinson.

I hope nothing is amiss.

No, not at all.

Erm, Caroline is out
paying calls this afternoon.

I wonder, would you step inside?

You are clearly intending to
remain in Cranford, Dr Harrison.

I've become greatly
attached to the town.

And to certain of its residents.

I cannot deny that you have
taken very gentle care
of Caroline's health.

I was not sure about you at first,
but her palpitations
do appear to plague her less.

It's been a joy to see
her flourish, madam.

Dr Harrison, as we are today
enjoying informal conversation,

rather than professional
intercourse,

I wonder, might I ask whether
you are materially secure?

Well, I hope to become so,
in a year or two.

At present I owe nothing,
earn a little, and hope for much.

Do you postpone the notion of
matrimony on those grounds?

I fear I must, Miss Tomkinson.
Marriage is not just a joy,
it has its obligations, too.

I have a sum of money put aside.

For Caroline, so that she might
have a dowry when she marries.

What a generous gesture.

It is more than a gesture.

It is four thousand pounds.

We have lived frugally,
although our late father
was not devoid of means.

But what if her future husband
does not welcome the arrangement?

When I marry, I'd like to know
I have built the foundation
of our life and home myself.

It's as important to me as the need
to earn my bride's affection,
and her family's trust.

But he has given me no
indication of his feelings!

My dear, that table says it all.

Besides, I suspect he made
other, more discreet
declarations in the past.

When you were still in mourning?

Well, he brought me a broom once.

And... and gloves. Gloves?

Yes, lavender kid.

When did he present you with them?

February. Valentine's Day!

I think it was perhaps
the week of Valentine's Day.

Oh, my dear Mrs Rose! Do you
know nothing of the lore of love?

To ive loves at such a time is

Oh!

Well, I did not respond to him!
You have not put him off?

Has anyone else
discerned his interest?

Only Miss Pole.
She sends her congratulations,

and the name of a compound
she believes you might appreciate.

Martha said there was
some milk left over.

She thought you might like it warm,
with a little honey in it.

She's a good girl.

Deborah always said
she would turn out well.

The silhouette looks handsome there.

I could not put it
anywhere downstairs!

And even up here, I find I am afraid
of what dear Deborah would say!

About your remembering Mr Holbrook?
Mmm.

Although I do not think
my brother would condemn me.

I am sure he would not.

He promised you muslin
for your wedding gown.

From a place called
Secunderabad or some such,
where the weaving was done.

I must make a sad sight, for
anyone looking down from heaven!

'Dear Major Gordon...

'... and now that the railway
keeps her father occupied,

'Jessie candidly regrets
her refusal of your suit,

'whilst Captain Brown has said that
he would like to see her wed...

'Before I close, sir,
I must also ask if,

'while stationed in India,

'you might make a delicate enquiries
upon a friend's behalf... '

BABY CRYING

CRYING CONTINUES

Rain came in in the
night again, Dadda.

The truth is, Dr Harrison,
I am plagued by headaches and do not
like Miss Matty to hear about them.

Miss Deborah died after a headache,
and any mention of the
malady makes her very anxious.

Headaches can sometimes
be caused by nerves.

By living in a situation
which restricts,
or by disappointment with one's lot.

Oh, you phrase it all so well!

And you look so sincere
whilst you are saying it!

I am sincere! You may spare me
your kindness, truly you may.

I have no reason to be nervous, I am
not restricted, and I am too young
to be disappointed with my lot!

My only vexation is that I
cannot read or write as well or
for as long as I would like to.

And the more I struggle,
the worse the headaches get.

Come here for me.

I want you to look into the window.

Now, I think the problem
might not with your head,

but with your eyes.

You may be farsighted, or even
have an astigmatism. Astigmatism?

It is a refractive error.

Can it be remedied?

I lack the skill.
But I am acquainted with an expert.

Do you always do
your zeds with a tail?

Lady Ludlow despises zeds without
them. I find I'm out of ink, Harry.

Could you mix some more?

Mr Carter, our work will be done by
noon, with so many hands assisting!

Yet you told Lady Ludlow you were
so overwhelmed with correspondence

you could not cope
without a dedicated clerk.

I needed no help.

I simply hoped to help another.

Harry is a clever boy.

Under your tutelage, he has
become quite personable.

We might even recruit him
for the May Day pageant.

The boy has much potential. I had
hoped to convince Lady Ludlow of it.

I have the fondest respect
for Lady Ludlow.

But she will always look at Harry
and see a poacher's child.

Just as you will always
look at me...

and see a woman.

I know my presence
does not please you.

I had thought to stick my pen
behind my ear and say "zounds"

from time to time. But it will
not convince you of my worth.

Please forgive me for speaking so
plainly, but you are a milliner.

Do you think I long to stitch caps
and sew feathers onto bonnets?

I found myself obliged to earn
my living, and society
offered me no other opportunity.

And since I find myself commissioned
to make the coronets for May Day,

I have more pressing things
to do than stage this pantomime
of assisting you!

I did not ask for you
to be installed here!

I hope that when you dream of
schooling for the masses, you intend
it for girls as well as boys.

Of course.

Because once the educated woman
is no longer thought a novelty,

room will be made for her
in all trades and professions.

Then, I believe,
we will know what progress is!

This is my favourite ledger,
this is!

I like the way the nib
feels against the paper.

FOOTSTEPS

Mr Carter! I came to see how
the new arrangement fares.

And it is well that I did,
for I see that the old
arrangement remains in place!

Lady Ludlow... Do not involve
yourself, my dear.

This is Mr Carter's doing,

and I deplore it all the more
because he knows my views.

I let the last transgression pass.

I now see that that was unwise.

I will decide this boy's
future in due course!

It's as I thought when
I first looked at you.

There's a way you have
of tilting your gaze.

Only a very highly trained
person would spot it.

In your commonplace person, the
cornea, or the surface of the eye,

is as smooth and equally
curved in all directions.

The light is focused
levelly across all planes.

Blink...

But when the curve of the cornea
is different, the pupil
can't focus light into a point.

Blink again...

The surface of your eye is
like a wave of water... frozen.

Can it be made good?

Sooner than you think.

KNOCKING

Oh, Lord!

Better or worse? Worse.

Better or worse?

Better.
I will get these made up properly.

You can have lenses made
out of glass, or else of quartz or
even beryl. Precious stones?

Let's stick with the glass.
No need to gild the lily.

And round.

One... To your left.

And turn.

To the right.

Good.

And turn.

And in.

And out.

And in.

And out. Watch this, Peggy,
it's the only tricky bit!

And round.

And... finish!

That was wonderful!

Next week, Peggy,
you will be quite perfect!

Good day.

What a nice little trap!
I hired it from The George.

Girls! Hurry up!

Right.

Lizzie, hurry up.

Do you ever look at Lizzie and Helen,
and marvel that you were once a
child, and ran and laughed like that?

By the time I was Lizzie's age
mother had died.

I was bringing Walter up.

I had no time to play.

After my father passed away,
I was sent to school at Blackheath.

When I came home for the holiday,
the house was hushed,
and my mother silent.

I... used to think she
was not pleased to see me.

But later she confessed
that the reverse was true.

I suppose she did not
like to show it,

...in case she found she could
not stop.

Which would have been alarming
for us both!

What was she like?

Fair.

A widow.

And reserved.

But I'm sure she loved you.

I can see it now,

I couldn't always then.

Sophy!

We're waiting for you!

I think the world of you, Martha.

I think the world of you.

You're happy with Miss Matilda,
aren't you?

It's the best place I've ever had!

The kitchen's a bit
gloomy of an evening,

but you can't
put a price on kindness.

Only I don't think
we should wed until
I can get us a place of our own.

I don't mind.

It's not for want
of you working for it.

I promise you, if we're
no further on this time next year,

I'll build us a place
with my own bare hands.

Jem, I'm not living
in a wooden house!

It's ever so quiet
round here, Martha.

I've Miss Matty's tea to get.

Is your letter
very droll, Mary dear?

It is from Dr Marshland,
he thinks it will be shocking

and so he tells me to take off
my spectacles before I read it!

Who wrote to you today?

This is from the bank.

Some sort of printed sheet,
not personally meant for me at all.

It's a very dull communication.

Oh, this is pleasant.
"Johnson's Universal Stores

"hosts a presentation
of this season's silks and fashions.

"Tea will be served
to favoured clients."

Am I a favoured client,
do you suppose?

I am certain you must be.

The invitation is in his own hand.

And I am summoned, too.

Although I'm sure
we do not wish to attend.

W... Well, I will not
trouble you to go, Mary dear.

You have more clothes
than you care about.

But before my sister left us, we
had much discussion about new gowns.

And I think that she would
urge me to go and view the silks.

She did not like
to seeing us shabby,

she thought it demonstrated
want of rectitude.

Will we cover it with just branches
or do you reckon it'll take ivy?

How much do you care
about being able to see out?

I wouldn't object to it.
But it's not the custom.

Aye.

Letter.

It's from me mam.

"Aunt Clegg fell prey to dropsy
in the second week of Lent.

"She had hid a will behind the clock,

"the clock came to me
and you are left a token, too.

"I enclose the legacy..."

I had a legacy once.

It was a hat.

This is more than a hat.
It's a five pound note!

I can scarce credit it...

Five pounds?!
Let me out of this contraption!

I'm off.

Are we heading down George?

No, I reckon I'm gonna go
buy my Martha something.

Maybe a shawl, then save the rest.

A shawl? If she had her way,
it'd be a wedding ring.

I never thought to see such
an array as this in Cranford!

Look, maize, with a cornflower spot.

It quite lifts the heart!

A new silk gown
is an enormous undertaking.

You are looking for
something to last ten years...

If it would be of interest,
I could sell you some soft...

I think I have the complexion
for this plaid!

People might think you are Scotch.

Or a stripe. Stripes - very
diminishing for the robust figure!

Oh, don't you think it so kind
of Mr Johnson to give us this
as a sort of entertainment?

Serving tea at three o'clock,

I think I even glimpsed
some macaroons.

I am not at all diverted.

Matters of fashion are all the
same to those of superior breeding.

Is that violet bale
a taffeta or a mousseline?

Mousseline. Six and nine the yard.

Oh, splendid, Mr Hearne! He made
such a fine job of my new gate.

I've not had a goose
in my garden since.

I still should not let him
walk out with a maid of mine.

He is a most respectable
and hard-working young
man, Mrs Jamieson!

And six foot two, in his
stockinged feet, do you suppose?

Why else would they choose
him as Jack in the Green?

I know what it is.
But where's it come from?

I got as a legacy from an aunt!
I don't query how you came by it.

Only the bank upon
which it is drawn.

It's the Town and County...
it's a good bank, isn't it?

It's in Manchester.

It's in the Manchester Guardian too,
and things are going ill for it.

I'll not take it,
it won't be honoured.

You may pay in cash, naturally.

Do you reckon I can just go out,
and pick up money off the pavement?

Excuse me.

May I see the note
that is in question?

I am a shareholder of that bank.

Is this note a forgery?

No. But by the end of the week
it'll be worthless.

Town and County's in trouble,
and looks probable to fail.

I will give you five good sovereigns
for that note, Jem Hearne.

If the bank is to fail, I cannot
have it on my conscience

that good, honest people
will lose an amount
that means so much to them!

Miss Matty, I wouldn't want you
to lose out, on account of me.

I shan't, I'm sure of it.

In a day or two that note
will be as good as gold again.

Come, Jem.
Do not distress my feelings.

Now, buy Martha that shawl.

I considered it my duty!

And will you consider it your duty
to give sovereigns in exchange

for every Town and County note
you meet with?

Forgive me.

I've never been of
a very decided mind.

But when I was in the shop,

the course of action
seemed quite clear to me!

Because it was not a personal
letter, she thought it could
not be of any consequence.

Now, when I retrieve it, I read all
about this "extraordinary meeting".

It is not until Friday.

Miss Matty may still attend,
if she should wish.

But it is unlikely
to be a calm affair.

Captain Brown, I do not wish
to take you away from Cranford,
when you are here so little,

but are you likely to be
in Manchester this Friday?

I can arrange to be.

Harry Gregson.

I'm pleased that you are punctual.

Mr Carter taught me
to tell the clock, my lady.

And a great many
other things besides.

I am aware of the respect
you have for Mr Carter,

but I feel his influence upon you
has not been altogether kind.

Help is needed with the cattle.

And I have found you occupation
with the livestock on the farm.

I work for Mr Carter!

He pays me out of his own pocket!

That is no longer the case.

I've been giving money to my mother!

I quite understand.

Since the poaching affair,
your father has proved
slightly more responsible.

But hedging and ditching
is seasonal work

and sooner or later
he may need to poach to feed you.

And if he does,
I'll not step in again.

Once you start work in the cowsheds,

you will be a formal employee
of the Hanbury Estate.

The wage will be of the utmost
advantage to your family,

and you will
keep the position all your life.

Did you know about this?

Until an hour ago, no.

I am sorry, Harry.

For what?

Teaching me to read?

I will never be sorry
for teaching you to read!

I only regret that
the world is such that
you could be punished for learning.

You can't stop this happening,

And I'm sorry to say the
bank's meeting closed in uproar.

It was an ugly scene.

And nothing can be done
for the people who invested there?

None of their money
will ever be returned?

The bank is broken,
every penny in it lost.

I am sorry, Miss Matty,
to bring you such sad news.

It is not your fault.

Can I offer you some tea?

And you must have other investments.

Some. Certainly.

I have lived on very meagre
funds for years, Miss Matty.

It can be done.

Now, I must leave.

I am expected at the railway works.

But if I can be of any comfort
or assistance, send for me.

Please.

What are these other
investments, Miss Matty?

What is it that you plan to live on?

I have a very small amount,
in savings.

It was never thought
sufficient to invest.

I did not want to dismay poor
Captain Brown!

It's so unpleasant for him to bring
such news!

Oh, Miss Matty...

I can't believe
you're giving me notice!

I can't!

Jem's taken that shawl
back to Johnson's.

He's bringing you back
the whole five pounds!

Martha. This concerns so much more
than the shawl and the five pounds!

I don't care. I'll never leave you,
Miss Matty! Never!

Martha... I know when I have a good
mistress,

even if you don't know
when you've got a good servant!

Martha! You must listen to reason!

Reason? Reason just means what
someone else has got to say!

I can talk reason,
when I've got a mind to,

and I've got a mind to now.

I've got clothes put away
and a little bit saved.

I'll work for no pay.

You can give me notice every hour
of the day if you like.

But I'm stopping.

Your loyalty does you credit and
Miss Matty will be lost without you.

You're staying with her.

I wouldn't dream of leaving.

But I at least can pay my way here,

with the allowance
I get from my father.

The truth of the matter is
that Miss Matty is now going to have
such a meagre sum to live upon,

she will not even be able to find
the money for your food.

Indeed, she will be hard pressed
to find the money for her own.

Is it as bad as that?

It is every bit as bad as that.

Laurentia, my dear.
I wish you to come out with me.

It would be a pleasure, Lady Ludlow.

I have had a letter this morning
from Lord Septimus in Italy.

And I have not shared
its contents with Mr Carter.

Very well. And he will not
accompany us this afternoon.

EXPLOSION

Captain Brown, my lady. I represent
Sir Charles, at the Works.

If your ladyship would
care to come with me
to the engineer's office,

I would be delighted
to exhibit all the plans.

It is but a short way off.

And do those plans
include a map of the line
going all the way to Cranford?

Depicting the route
it would take across my land?

Sir Charles asked
that they be drawn up in full.

EXPLOSION

Then I will see them.

The plan is for a new and superior
residence for Septimus in Italy.

He enclosed it with his letter.

The cost of building this will be...
Considerable.

His rented villa no longer suits
the requirements of his health.

His doctors suggest
that he moves to Lake Lugano.

I cannot deny him.

I should. I know I should.

But I find I must wrestle
my reverence for Hanbury
with my regard for him.

And he is always the victor.

My lady,

he will inherit the estate.

Surely his wellbeing goes
hand in hand with that of Hanbury.

You cannot know what it is
to have a son, Mr Carter.

Perhaps I cannot know.

But I think I can imagine it.

Then you must understand
that I have but one choice...

To give him all that he asks,

and leave a mortgage
on the estate when I die.

Or to give him all that he asks...

...and sell one third
of my estate to the railway.

You do not look happy, Caroline.

What has lowered your spirits so?

Dr Harrison's neglect of me.

He's not neglectful,
merely mindful of your health.

If he were truly mindful of it,
he would declare himself.

I cannot idle along
like this forever, I'm almost 33!

The May Day atmosphere
will bring him out.

You sound very certain.

He is a man with much respect
for the romantic almanac.

In the lore of love, May Day is
nigh on as valued as St Valentine's.

I haven't a grey hair myself. I use
it only as a preventative measure.

It smells a little odd, Miss Pole.

It has indigo in it.

Which is an African vegetable.

Oh!

What if Dr Harrison comes back?

He's only gone out
to lance a carbuncle!

Trust us, Mrs Rose.

We will work like the wind!

FOLK TUNE PLAY

We must hurry,
before it rains again.

Put the yellow one up there.

Come on! Get it up there!

If I say so myself Mrs Rose,
I have taken years away from you.

Oh!

I shall not deny it!

I should not wonder if
the doctor went down upon
his knee before all Cranford!

What a beautiful evening,
Dr Harrison!

It is indeed.

And warm.

Lovely flowers.

When I was a girl, I always
liked to bring in May Day branches.

It was said that where blossom led,

true love would follow.

Oh, yes?

But perhaps, this year,

such invocation is not needed.

Perhaps true love
has already found a home here.

You should not doubt it for a moment.

Woohoo! It's May Day!

MARTHA SOBS GENTLY

Oh, Martha,
that is beautifully done.

Now fetch your best bonnet.
Let's enjoy this lovely day.

Their breeches are
hanging in a very strange way.

We must adjust them, come on!

You adjust them. They're growing
lads, they'll be embarrassed.

Jack in the Green goes first,
the Morris men immediately following.

Harry! Have you put straw round
the may pole? Harry! Hurry up!

All right. Let's get on with it!

CHEERING

DRUM BEAT

FOLK TUNE PLAYS

My dear Mrs Rose!

How very charming you look today.

Do please come
and join Dr Harrison and me.

Thank you.

You are doing very well.

Nobody has noticed
there is anything amiss.

People will find out soon.
How will it be revealed?

Will the bank come
and take my furniture away?

You are not bankrupt.
You do not owe a penny.

I owe Mr Goddard the butcher
for a neck of mutton!

Oh, that isn't of much account.
It is to me.

The little I have
must go so many ways.

Good afternoon.

Such a delightful day.
We believe that it will prove so!

There you are, Jem. Thank you, I'll
have that.

Can you not just
enjoy yourself a second?

Martha! Martha!

What is it, Martha? Can't it wait?
Just come out from under there!

This is an honour!

Oh, it's a different story
when you want something!

DRUM BEAT

My lady.

Pass me the crown, Harry.

Jem and I have decided
to get married.

We've what?

But you have not been engaged!

While, and see no reason for delay.

Do we, Jem?

He'll come to.

He's just overjoyed
with the suddenness of it all.

You do not look quite certain, Jem.
We were meant to be saving up.

Well, there'll be no need if we
get ourselves a nice, quiet lodger.

Which is why
we've come to you today.

We'll set up in a house
that'd suit us all together.

You can have the parlour, and
we'll live at the back. Martha...

I thought you wanted it
as much as I do!

I do. I do, one day! But marriage...

Marriage nails a man, Martha.

And schemes such as this,
with lodgers...?

I'm sorry. I'm that flummoxed.

I hope you don't think my dismay
reflects my opinion of you, madam.

It's just that this
is such quick work.

Martha, my dear.

You cannot forge such a plan
just to benefit me.

Matrimony is a very solemn thing.

Thank you, Miss Matilda.
I've always it thought so.

Then why do you object to it?

I don't object as such! I daresay
I shan't mind once it's done.

I hope the Lord
forgives you, Jem Hearne!

Because I won't.

I'm sorry. I'm just a bit fluttered.

FOLK TUNE PLAYS

Oh, it is a fine sight, is it not?

And you, my dear Mrs Rose,
do you enjoy it, too?

Oh, I bless you for inviting
me to Cranford, Dr Morgan.

I thought when I came that
my best years were done with.

This is the first of many
May Days, Dr Morgan, I'm sure.

Did you hear that, Dr Harrison?
What?

I'm surprised you can hear any
conversation, with Sophy Hutton
banging on that tambourine.

It's making my head ache,

and watching those
girls revolving makes me giddy! Oh!

The blood is draining from her face!

Dr Harrison, can you see it?

It is... It is hard to tell,
against a dress so brightly coloured!

Go to the refreshment tent,
get a glass of water.

I see Sophy Hutton's parasol
is idle by the rector's seat.

Reverend Hutton,
might I borrow this?

Oh, please. My sister
has suffered a nervous eclipse.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

I think it will be
resolved without mishap.

We expect her engagement
to be announced today,

and anticipation has taken its toll!

An engagement...
Am I the first to know?

I think it appropriate.

Her fiance is a proud man,
but she has a substantial dowry.

I expect the banns
to be called very soon!

Is she be marrying
a gentleman from Cranford?

She will be marrying Dr Harrison.

Will you excuse me a moment?

Miss Matty, you have
sat long enough alone.

I think it's sensible
to seek out your friends.

We must still conceal
my misfortune from them.

They would want to know,

so that they might console you.

I do not wish to solicit sympathy.

There is many a poor person with
less than I. Think of poor Martha.

What will her future be?
She has no family at all.

Dr Harrison! Sophy! I thought
the dancing was quite wonderful.

I did not think you would
be swayed by money.

What money?

Caroline Tomkinson's dowry. Do not
ask me to go into vulgar detail.

It is enough you're promised to
another! I don't know what you mean.

You know everything! £4, 000!

Although you pretended to spurn it.

Spurn it? Yes, as one
masquerading as a gentleman would.

Sir, I do not understand this charge!

I have no interest
in this lady's hand.

Oh, sister!

Your pretence to ignorance
compounds the crime.

I did not spurn Miss Caroline's
dowry. It was not offered to me.

And why should it be, when I have
an understanding with another?

Yes! A very definite understanding!

Mrs Rose, defend your fiance!

Mrs Rose?

We're not formally engaged.

But we share an understanding...

Don't we?

Sophy, go and find your sisters.
I would rather not.

If Dr Harrison is to defend himself,
I think it only right
I should stay to hear him.

I do not understand
how I have given this impression.

My only understanding is
with the Reverend Hutton.

And it concerns his daughter.

Mrs Rose, I will escort you home.

You will come to me at
my house to explain your
betrayal of my faith in you.

And what of my sister, and myself?
Who will be our advocate?

Who will demand amends for us?

It spoke of marriage!

I kept it! I could produce
it in a court of law,
as evidence of breach of promise!

He can breach as many
promises as he likes.

It is my trust he has broken.

And my daughter's heart.

Come along.

Sophy!

Take deep breaths. That's good.

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