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This is not the life I would have expected for you,

that you'd marry a farmer and return to your village.

Louisa Brereton!

You will not accept

one penny of that man's money.

Miss Markham.

You have quite the reputation.

This is Mr. Starling.

He and I are to be married.

I am the rightful heir

to your father's fortune.

I suggest you find yourself a lawyer.

"My dearest Charlotte,

"I picked these from the hedgerow beside the river.

"They are to remind you of home.

"I hope it will not be long before Georgiana's situation is resolved

"and you can return to me.

"I'm counting the hours until we are married.

Until then, Ralph."

Good day, Mr. Parker.

Good, good day, Lady de Clemente.

My brother has charged me to ensure

everything is fit for a king.

And...

this is to be where your musical triumph will take place?

Do you think His Majesty will approve?

Because his visit will really put Sanditon on the map.

I have no doubt.

Splendid.

Splendid!

Now, may I be so bold as to ask advice on the program?

I would be honored.

I'm very keen to ensure the evening's entertainment

suits His Majesty's rather excellent taste.

To this end, we have engaged

the celebrated American soprano

Miss Elizabeth Greenhorn!

Bravo, Mr. Parker.

A tour de force, indeed.

I thought: a lone bagpipe to start proceedings.

A soft, melancholic air,

traveling across the water.

You don't care for bagpipes?

I adore them.

Though I fear the King does not share my enthusiasm.

A violin, perhaps.

A violin would be most agreeable.

Bonne chance, Mr. Parker.

We promised we'd help.

Indeed we did, my dear, and help we shall,

but everyone I've approached on Georgiana's behalf

has turned us down flat.

But surely the chance

to win such a case would enhance any lawyer's reputation.

Yet every plea for help was met with an excuse which excludes them.

Only Lord Montague was honest enough to cite the real reason.

Which is?

The Lord Chancellor appointed to hear Georgiana's case

holds views which are not sympathetic to her cause.

Then Georgiana's inheritance will be lost.

Another lawyer turned her down.

Yes, I'm afraid so.

Then we must keep searching.

Sir Edward, I see

you are getting on splendidly with today's task.

You know, I consider your progress under my tutelage

to be most encouraging.

Thank you, Mr. Hankins. It gives me

some hope I can be saved after all.

You doubt it?

Not only doubt, but...

Fear.

You have come so far.

There's no need to despair now.

In truth, I've been

thinking about committing my thoughts to paper.

How so?

A meditation

in the form of a confessional poem.

They say poetry is the purest form of literature,

so it may be a chance to reveal my purest self

and find peace.

I must be honest.

I am delighted with the changes

I appear to have brought about in you.

A testament, perhaps, to my tutelage.

Indeed it is, Mr. Hankins.

I am grateful for your expertise.

In order to allow for contemplation and creation,

I would request the rest of the day to myself.

Sir Edward, you have my blessing.

Go now, set about it at once!

Tom has a most tenacious spirit.

He will find a lawyer.

He will not give up.

All these lawyers think my fate is sealed.

They can think again.

I will never give in.

Perhaps...

they know what evidence Lockhart is intending to produce?

This has convinced them not to take my case.

Then we must delay the trial to give Tom more time to inquire

about Lockhart's dealings in Antigua.

If Lockhart's hiding something he's planning to reveal,

it will not be the truth.

He certainly hid his true self from me.

I swear.

We will expose him for what he is.

If I lose my father's inheritance,

I lose my independence, my place in society.

And without that status, how can I hope to find my mother?

Miss Heywood!

You're still here!

Does this mean you're staying for good?

Miss Heywood.

Miss Lambe.

Come now, Leo.

Let's leave Miss Heywood in peace.

Forgive her for interrupting.

She wasn't expecting to see you,

and clearly can't contain her excitement.

I'm always happy to see Leonora and Augusta.

There's no need to apologize on their behalf.

Then I won't.

Good day, ladies. Enjoy your tea.

I shall delay my return to Willingden.

But what of Ralph?

He'll understand.

How could I possibly leave you

before this awful business is resolved?

I refuse to believe

there's not a single lawyer in England brave enough to make your case.

You should draw attention to your cause

by composing a letter

- detailing the iniquity. - To send where?

The newspapers: The Chronicle or The Times.

We must shine a light on this injustice.

I would certainly win if you were my lawyer.

If rumor is to be believed,

Miss Lambe will soon be penniless.

It might be wiser to refrain

from your courtship until her future becomes clear.

If there's any truth

in these rumors, then I cannot,

in all conscience,

abandon her.

If there's to be a case, it's not been heard yet,

so how can these gossips be so certain she'll lose?

Of course she'll lose.

Have I taught you nothing of the ways of the world?

You have taught us everything, Mother.

Which is why we're the way we are.

I can never tell, Lydia,

if you're complimenting me or insulting me.

I can be grateful to your sister in one regard.

At least she seems determined

to put the past behind her and make a good match.

I'm going riding with Mr. Colbourne today.

Mother is unduly excited.

I'm going for a walk.

See if I can't call upon Miss Lambe.

Uh, Uncle...

I have left a glove inside.

Go on and I will catch you up.

Very well.

- Don't be long. - I won't.

Miss Markham.

Sir Edward.

- What a stroke of luck. - What is?

Meeting you, like this.

"Luck"? Did I...

not catch a glimpse of you in the window these past 20 minutes?

You've found me out.

I was hoping to beg an indulgence of you.

An indulgence?

I humbly request your opinion on something I hold dear.

Something you hold dear.

What might that be, sir? Money? Position?

Poetry.

- Poetry! - Yes.

I intend to write a poem,

and I would be most grateful if you would cast your eye upon it.

I know you're a great lover of poetry.

Good poetry, yes.

Though...

I have a feeling yours will be

mawkish, sentimental, and without heart.

Then I must do everything in my power

to prove you wrong.

This is your finest vintage?

Mr. Parker!

- Clearly a man of discerning taste! - Thank you, Your Grace.

Excellent, I shall take a case, if it pleases you.

Mr. Parker,

have I done something to offend you?

I give you so little thought, Your Grace,

I can't imagine what you could be referring to.

I see.

Honesty is welcome.

Um, I was hoping

to call on Miss Lambe today. Do you know if she'll be receiving?

As you well know, Miss Lambe

has more important matters on her mind than visitors.

What could be more important than love, Mr. Parker?

Nothing.

When love is what it is.

Now, if you'll please excuse me,

I must prepare for the arrival of the King and my star,

Miss Elizabeth Greenhorn.

The famous Miss Greenhorn?

What a coup, Mr. Parker! His Majesty

will be enchanted.

Let us hope so, Your Grace.

But why the sudden departure, sir?

- Might I ask where you're going? - London.

- When will you be back? - I hope tomorrow.

It is most unusual for my uncle

to leave without so much as a farewell.

Yes.

Most unusual.

"Here I am, an abject sinner,

kneeling before You, my sins..."

Revealed?

Revealed.

Mawkish.

Mawkish

and...

sentimental!

Miss Hankins.

- Is something the matter? - Oh, no, no.

I just wondered if the postman had been.

Not as far as I know.

My brother tells me you have taken to writing poetry.

I'm trying to write a poem about the beauty of the world

and my deficiency

in the face of it.

In rhyme.

But I cannot always find the words.

Perhaps you're writing

what you think you should write,

rather than what you feel.

Speak from the heart, Sir Edward,

not the head.

It needs to be south-facing.

Goodbye, my dear.

Goodbye.

Uh, where are you off to, my dear?

I hope you don't think me rude, Mr. Pryce,

but I've arranged to see Mrs. Filkins in the Old Town.

Don't mind me, Mrs. Parker.

Your husband and I have plenty to do.

Yes, we're searching for the best location for our hotel.

Perhaps you would have an opinion, my dear.

There.

The views would be spectacular.

What a splendid idea!

Why didn't we think of that?!

My wife is quite remarkable.

And I'm going now, before I become insufferably vain.

A grand hotel,

overlooking the whole of Sanditon.

- The jewel in our crown. - You cannot

put a hotel on top of a hill, Parker.

Think of the views.

Think of the trek.

I, I have to be honest with you, Mr. Pryce.

All of this is moot, anyway,

since for some unknown reason, Lady Denham

has forbidden me from doing business with you.

Has she indeed?

If experience is any guide,

she's not a woman to change her mind.

Challenge accepted,

Mr. Parker.

it's that ghastly Lady Montrose and her equally ghastly daughter.

- What do they want? - To get their claws into your father.

Mrs. Wheatley said they had arranged to go riding with him,

but he must've forgotten to cancel before he left.

Why don't we extend them our special welcome?

Can I help you?

We're here to see Mr. Colbourne. On a private matter.

He and I are going riding.

Well...

it must have slipped his mind, because he is not here.

To my horse, to my horse!

Come along, Mother, there's a war to be fought here.

- And when will your uncle return? - We don't know.

He is often absent. Is he not, Leo?

Often.

And he never tells us when he's coming back.

Or if.

Poor Leonora.

- To have such a father. - Yes.

Poor child. That must be such a trial.

Come along, Lydia, don't encourage them.

Drive on!

Excellent scotch and a card game that never ends.

Dear God.

Xander!

- What are you doing here, of all places? - I came to find you.

Well, we must have a drink, then.

Though I, I should warn you,

- I have had a considerable head start... - There is no time.

Ten long years and you can't even spare half an hour...

I need you to come to Sanditon with me.

Now.

I believe...

condolences are in order.

- Condolences? - Your husband.

My husband died 20 years ago.

And I've never seen the point

- of dwelling in the past. - Neither have I.

I only look to the future.

Which is why the Sanditon hotel

is such an exciting prospect.

Exciting for whom?

We hardly need the kind of visitor

who would stay at a guest house!

You are absolutely right, milady!

But what if we were to make it

a grand... hotel?

You're all talk and hollow promises.

You always were.

That seems hardly fair.

Have you forgotten?

Because I certainly haven't!

It was over half a century ago!

We were young then and foolish!

Can't you see the picture? A magnificent façade.

Rows of luxurious suites overlooking the sea.

We could charge

- a king's ransom. - You were always

driven by greed.

That's why you passed me over

for that dreadful Jane Clifford with her 50,000.

Just one moment!

I recall it was you who passed me over!

- Balderdash! - Yes, yes, yes,

I remember it still.

The blinding sunlight

streaming through the stained glass

as I stood there

waiting for you to arrive.

It was pouring with rain!

And I was the one who was left waiting!

Abject nonsense.

My dear lady,

your memory is deceiving you.

With hindsight, maybe it was a lucky escape!

Very well. I shall go and build my grand hotel elsewhere.

No, you certainly won't.

You'll build it right here, on the seafront.

And I shall want a large share of the profits!

You always were a stubborn, shrewd young woman.

Yes, well, now I'm a stubborn, shrewd old woman.

Show Mr. Pryce out, please.

Augusta!

Mr. Samuel!

Mrs. Wheatley.

You look exceedingly well.

A few more gray hairs, Mr. Samuel, but that aside, I am well.

I'm afraid I haven't prepared a room.

My apologies for the lack of warning.

If you could prepare the guest room.

Of course.

- I'll see to it now. - Thank you.

We'll go to Sanditon as soon as you've settled.

En garde!

- Do we know you? - No.

But I know you.

Corporal Colbourne, I presume.

Major Colbourne, to you.

Major Colbourne!

You still haven't told us who you are.

I'm your infamous Uncle Samuel.

What's "infamous"?

It is the same as famous,

only better.

"Mr. Lockhart

"wrongfully claims that he

"the rightful sole heir to the late Mr. Lambe's fortune.

"Mr. Lockhart's entire

"claim is a fiction and an outrage.

"An insult to a...

...a dying man's final wish."

My dear.

Do you wish to stop?

"Why...

"is this man to be believed over a woman of integrity?

"Is it because he's a White man?

"If so, how is this justice?"

Mr. Colbourne.

My apologies for this intrusion,

but I think, when you know the purpose of our visit,

you will understand.

Miss Lambe,

I heartily agree with the sentiments.

And who might you be?

Samuel Colbourne.

Your new lawyer.

- I have not instructed you. - Not yet,

but my brother has informed me of the difficulties that you're having.

As soon as I heard

of your plight, Miss Lambe,

it struck me there would be no one better.

Are you aware that Lord Cornforth

will be hearing Georgiana's case?

A man quite outspoken in his views

on abolition, he will not be sympathetic.

Cornforth has no right to sit in judgment.

The law should be handed out without fear or favor.

I hope this sentiment

is a true one, Mr. Colbourne.

I'm not a plaything for your amusement.

I can assure you,

if I represent you,

it will be because I believe you can and should win.

Very well.

Show me what you can do.

- Then I will decide. - As you wish.

Come to Heyrick Park at 3:00.

We'll talk more.

Miss Markham.

Not him again.

Another lucky encounter, Sir Edward?

I admit, I intended to call on you.

With what purpose?

To deliver your poem, perhaps?

Rather to apologize for the lack of one.

It was the worst thing ever written, uh,

just as you predicted.

Then you have no need for my opinion.

But I do, on all things.

I think there's much you could teach me.

Can I...

ask you something, Sir Edward?

Anything.

Do you think me a fool?

- What? - You...

expect me

to believe that this sudden change towards me

is genuine.

Did it not occur

the very moment

that you discovered I am due to an inheritance?

So, I ask you again.

Do you think me a fool?

No, I do not.

Then please desist from this false and rather piteous flattery.

Piteous?

Yes.

It means "deserving of pity."

Good day, Sir Edward.

Leonora,

we must hurry home before your father returns.

Miss Markham.

Miss Colbourne.

Beatrice, there you are.

Um...

this, uh,

this letter has arrived for you.

From London.

How unexpected.

Dr. Fuchs is in London,

isn't he?

Uh, yes, he is.

But I can't imagine why Dr. Fuchs would be writing to me.

I'll read it in good time.

It will not be urgent.

- Perhaps you... - I must say...

I do think you're having

great success with Sir Edward, brother.

He seems quite changed.

As if engaged in some deep internal battle

with his very soul.

Yes, yes.

You're very kind, sister.

I am very pleased with his progress,

although no doubt the Almighty is also

having a hand in his transformation.

Yeah.

Now I must get on.

Are you going in?

I think I'll just sit here for a moment and enjoy the air.

Yes.

"Dear Miss Hankins,

"Yesterday,

"I was given the opportunity to listen to

"a young man's beating heart

"through a simple wooden tube.

"It was clear as day...

...and I cannot wait to share this discovery with you."

Come, come, come, come. Here, here, go, here.

Mr. Parker?

Mr. Arthur Parker, musical impresario.

I hear the King has a new favorite.

A younger favorite.

It's the talk of the London drawing rooms.

Poor Lady de Clemente.

To be cast aside.

Like an old shoe.

Lady de Clemente,

may I?

It is a matter

- of great urgency. - Of course.

It is terrible news, is it not?

What is?

The King...

has changed his mind.

He is no longer coming to the recital.

Ah, yes, that.

I had heard.

My condolences, Mr. Parker.

I imagine he has found another form of entertainment

to please him more.

You must help me,

Lady de Clemente.

You're the only one who can.

I'm afraid in this regard, I no longer have the King's ear.

I am sorry.

Truly, I am.

But there is nothing to be done.

Right by the sea wall.

Sea air makes people giddy.

We can charge them the Earth and they will pay.

But are you proposing

we knock down these houses where the fishermen live?

The Grand Hotel Sanditon will be part of your legacy.

And when the King comes here...

and he will return after tonight's triumph...

he will stay

in the finest hotel in England,

with a magnificent suite

and a view of the sea.

Yeah.

Mr. Parker?

Anything amiss?

I cannot help but notice you're not your usual ebullient self.

There is nothing amiss... what would give you that impression?

Judging from your demeanor,

I would deduce that whatever's happened

is something of a catastrophe.

Given that you informed Lady de Clemente of the matter,

I would also deduce it has something to do with the King.

Rumors he has taken a new mistress, perhaps?

Poor Lady de Clemente.

It pains me to say,

but yes, the King will not be coming to Sanditon today

or any other day.

But you have worked tirelessly,

and it must be distressing

- to see your efforts go to waste. - It is worse

than distressing.

When Miss Greenhorn finds out, she'll refuse to perform.

I will be a laughingstock.

My brother will be humiliated,

not to mention exceedingly out of pocket!

Come now, there will be a solution.

I think not.

I think so.

Why does

Miss Greenhorn have to know the King isn't coming?

It will be somewhat impossible to keep it from her

when she is serenading an empty throne!

Worry not.

She's an American.

With an artistic disposition.

We shall just...

Dazzle her. With pomp!

I hope you're prepared for what I'm about to ask you, Miss Lambe.

It is you who should be prepared, Mr. Colbourne.

Please, come in.

Miss Heywood.

I would be grateful if you would wait here

so Miss Lambe and I can become better acquainted.

I'll wait with you.

You must answer my questions honestly.

The truth is the truth.

I have no fear of it.

Miss Greenhorn.

Arthur Parker,

your humble servant.

Welcome to Sanditon.

No need to bow to me, Mr. Parker, I'm not royalty.

I know you have performed in... grander locations.

I do hope this one will not disappoint.

In truth, I should have gone straight to Paris from Vienna.

Coming here is something of an inconvenience.

But...

the chance to sing for a king,

a woman of my color,

it's unheard of.

For both of us.

Lord Montrose, Duke of Buckinghamshire,

at your service,

Miss Greenhorn.

Your Grace, please excuse us.

Miss Greenhorn, I know the King has

an encyclopedic knowledge of the classical canon.

When the recital is over,

it will be my honor to present you to him.

I look forward to it.

Miss Greenhorn,

my servant will escort you to your room.

We have it prepared.

Thank you, Mr. Parker.

I hope you enjoy the recital, Lord Duke.

Do not fret, Mr. Parker.

All will be well.

You live alone.

Is this to allow for guests?

What are you implying?

I think you know exactly what I'm implying.

I thought you were to leave Sanditon after the party.

No, I stayed for Georgiana.

And your betrothed?

He had to return to Willingden.

To his farm.

He's a farmer...

like me.

Nothing like you.

How was your stay in Bath?

It was pleasant enough.

And your return to Willingden?

Pleasant enough.

Only pleasant?

More than pleasant.

Why are you still unmarried?

Because I've yet to find someone who is worthy of me.

But you've had several

romantic interludes with several men.

There was nothing improper.

You live alone... how would we know?

- Because I am saying it. - You have

a reputation!

For what?

Rabble-rousing.

You're vocal in

- your condemnation of slavery. - Of course I am.

And yet, it is because your father

wooed your mother that you are here.

You are the very product

of slavery, Miss Lambe.

Without it, you would not exist.

Did your father's slave...

My mother's name is Agnes.

Did she set out to seduce him?

- No! - A woman of such

- low morals... - Stop!

...whose only desire was to trap...

- That's enough! - ...a decent man!

I apologize.

Sincerely.

But this is

necessary.

You must be prepared for these humiliations.

Lockhart would not have brought this claim

unless he had compelling evidence against you.

And they will be merciless.

It will take every ounce of strength

and character you have to endure it.

Leo and Augusta talk of you often.

I think they miss your presence.

Do they?

Profoundly.

Mr. Colbourne

as been

quite judicious

in demonstrating the public distress

Mr. Lockhart could cause me.

I don't think I can subject myself to it.

This trial will take place in two days' time,

even if she's in absentia.

And if she will not defend herself, she has little hope of winning.

Please wait until tomorrow before you leave.

I'll try to persuade her to continue.

Thank you.

Don't underestimate Miss Heywood's resolve, Samuel.

But those are people's homes, Tom.

He can't build on top of them.

- I hope you told him that. - Of course I did, yes.

Good.

Because that would be unscrupulous.

You are, you are right, my dear, of course,

but, but, um, please don't worry.

It will never happen. Lady Denham won't stand for it.

Now, now, come along now, Georgiana needs us more.

You'll be leaving, then?

If Miss Lambe refuses your help?

Why?

Sanditon has changed.

For the better.

I might stay a while, see a little more of it.

If you can bear my company.

I'm sure I could tolerate a few more days of it.

We should have a shooting party.

Like the old days. Bring this place back to life.

- You hated those parties. - I was younger then.

Why not?

But...

it might be a good opportunity to Augusta

to some suitable young men.

Of your choosing.

Should she not be able to meet and choose a suitable young man of her own?

of her own?

You're hardly the person to lecture me on duty.

I will concede you that.

For now.

The young lady must be very important to you,

to swallow your pride and ask me for help

- after all these years. - Miss Heywood

is a former employee, nothing more.

I was referring to Miss Lambe.

- Uncle. - Yes, Augusta.

I have something of a headache.

May I ask your permission to stay at home

rather than attending the recital?

Of course.

So, where is this great plan of yours?

You said: "all would be well", yet Miss Greenhorn

is even now preparing to meet His Majesty!

Calm yourself.

We shall simply tell her he's due to arrive late

and she'll meet him after the performance.

By then, she'll have had such clamorous applause, she'll barely mind.

- she'll barely mind. - No.

No...

I, I cannot bring myself to lie.

Least of all to an artiste.

Come in.

Mr. Parker.

Is everything ready?

As it will ever be, Miss Greenhorn.

And if I may say,

there are no words to describe your beauty.

- We are honored. - Honored.

I have had a great deal of assistance.

Thank you for the flowers, Mr. Parker.

They smell divine.

You have made me most welcome.

There is something I must tell you, Miss Greenhorn,

before you sing for us.

I'm afraid the King is indisposed

and will not be attending the recital after all.

I see.

He sends his abject apologies.

He is distraught, but urgent royal duties

have taken precedence.

Well...

it's very charming of you to say that, Mr. Parker,

but I doubt it.

I have one question, though,

and...

ask you to do me the courtesy of the truth.

Was he ever coming?

Yes!

But...

It was no ruse to dupe you, Miss Greenhorn.

Mr. Parker cannot lie.

It's not in his nature.

The King let him down,

and it was my idea to keep it from you.

I am less of a stranger to an untruth

than Mr. Parker could ever be.

That

I believe.

I'll pay you, of course,

even though you will no longer perform.

If I refuse to sing, you'll lose a great deal of money.

Then it would be churlish of me not to perform.

I'm only sorry for your King that he won't get to hear me.

Now,

if you'll permit me, gentlemen, I must prepare.

I'm delighted for you, Mr. Parker.

Of course, I never doubted it.

I understand the artistic disposition.

Once Miss Greenhorn sensed her audience,

the call of her art was too strong.

All is well.

As you predicted, Your Grace.

I can now say, hand on heart, but

that I did not always share that belief.

That was my mistake.

If you don't want to go,

we can stay here.

I'm not leaving you.

Everyone there will be talking about me.

What does it matter, Georgiana?

We, your friends, know you to be the good and principled woman you are.

So why don't you put on your finest dress

and show those gossips you're unbowed?

A moment, Arthur.

- Tom... - Just a moment, Arthur.

Mr. Parker?

A word.

Lady Denham, what a picture of elegance you are.

Don't flatter me, it makes me suspicious.

Now...

to our business with Mr. Pryce.

Our business?

Forgive me, I am somewhat confused. I thought there was no business.

Mr. Pryce

- and I have come to an agreement. - An agreement?

And I am fully behind

his splendid plans

to build a hotel beside the sea wall.

We're going to make a fortune, Mr. Parker.

Yes.

Am I boring you, Xander?

What gives you that idea?

You seem distracted. Are you expecting someone?

You seem unduly concerned with what I'm doing.

It's rather unnerving.

Just making up for lost time.

Mr. Colbourne!

Your Grace.

Lady Lydia.

Allow me to introduce my brother,

- Mr. Colbourne. - Delighted.

My mother and I called on you,

but you were away. Although we received a warm welcome

from a tiny soldier.

My apologies. I had urgent business to attend to.

Apology accepted.

On the firm understanding we can do it another time.

Of course.

I see Miss Heywood is here. Do excuse me.

I must speak to Lord Montrose.

I wish him to know what my plans are.

Miss Heywood.

How is Miss Lambe?

She's here.

Her courage knows no bounds.

Have you persuaded her to fight her case?

No.

But I'm still trying.

Would you please excuse me?

Certainly.

My dear friend, I'm so sorry.

It's what men do, Charlotte.

They grow weary.

Age comes upon them,

and there's always another beauty to make them feel young.

Well...

he may be the King,

but if he were here,

I would tell him I think him foolish beyond measure.

I do believe you would.

My dear Charlotte,

you do lift my spirit.

You will find someone

that will give you the love and constancy you deserve.

Be happy.

Like you are?

Yes.

May I offer a few words,

as someone more experienced in affairs of the heart?

Yes.

If Mr. Starling is indeed

the man to make you truly happy,

you should go to him.

- Georgiana needs me. - I'm sure that's true.

But you must also be sure that she's not just an excuse.

For what?

Not to return to Willingden.

The life you've resigned yourself to.

Sir Edward.

Miss Markham.

You received my note?

Evidently.

I was afraid you were attending the recital.

To be paraded in front of yet more suitors by my uncle?

I told him I had a headache.

You said it was of the utmost importance you meet with me.

Indeed it is.

And for what reason?

To walk with you.

That is all.

Then...

Let us walk.

How long do you think we may have to endure this?

A few interminable hours, perhaps days.

If you expire,

I'll have you removed... discreetly.

I'd forgotten how entertaining you can be.

The greatest mistake in my life

was not joining you at that church

on that rainy day.

Your Graces,

Your Graces, lords, ladies, and, uh,

good people of Sanditon.

I, I know...

...many of you have come to see the King, but...

but...

Ladies and gentlemen,

Mr. Parker was kind enough to ask me to sing

at this prestigious recital,

at this prestigious recital, and I was honored to accept.

However

we have just been informed that your King

has been detained at court...

...on urgent royal business.

Now, I know

Mr. Parker is concerned

that I will feel let down, but I want

to assure him

that I do not.

I accept the King's

humble apology

most graciously.

To sing is who I am.

It is my true calling.

Now I am ready to perform

for you.

And I am proud

to do so.

Tonight, I dedicate

my performance of Porgi, Amor

de Le Nozze di Figaro

to any ladies here present suffering a heartache

of their own. May you find strength

and comfort in my song.

* Porgi, amor *

* Qualche *

* Ristoro *

* Al mio duolo *

* A'miei sospir *

* O mi lascia *

* Almen morir *

* O mi lascia *

* Almen morir *

* Porgi, amor, qualche ristoro *

* Al mio duolo, a'miei sospir *

* O, mi rendi *

* Il mio tesoro *

* O mi lascia *

* Almen morir *

* Almen morir *

* O, mi rendi *

* Il mio tesoro *

* O mi lascia *

* Almen morir *

Bravo, bravo, bravo.

Bravo, bravo, bravo.

Bravo !

Bravo.

God save the King,

Mr. Parker.

Please, call me Arthur.

Bravo, bravo, bravo.

Did you enjoy the music?

Very much. And you?

Very much.

Samuel Colbourne.

At your disservice.

Lady Susan de Clemente.

I assume you've heard the gossip about me.

You've come to rub salt into the wound?

I never listen to gossip.

I prefer to fathom out people for myself.

It's much more rewarding.

Besides,

there are so many interesting things

going on in Sanditon that require

careful observation.

Mr. Colbourne.

Miss Lambe.

When do we leave?

Tomorrow, first light.

Will you come?

Of course.

Whatever Lockhart threatens, he will not win.

My mother is determined

that Mr. Colbourne and I would be well-matched.

It's not that I wish to interfere.

But a little gentle encouragement?

Miss Heywood.