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I am the rightful heir

to your father's fortune.

Georgiana's inheritance
will be lost.

Who might you be?

Samuel Colbourne,
your new lawyer.

Miss Markham, I was hoping
to walk with you.

That is all.

Mr. Pryce and I
have come to an agreement

to build a hotel
beside the sea wall.

If Mr. Starling is the man

to make you truly happy,

you should go to him.

What are these letters if not
proof of my father's love?

I know who I am.

Whatever Lockhart threatens,

he will not win.

And I have every faith
in your lawyer.

Mr. Colbourne
is impressive indeed.

We owe his brother
our profound thanks.

So Uncle Samuel's

profession
is to stand up and argue?

Essentially, yes.

And if he makes a poor job
of it,

then Miss Lambe will lose
her whole fortune?

Regrettably so.

Augusta, is there something
on your mind?

You are barely present.

I, I am just concerned
for poor Miss Lambe.

Here is a guest list
for the shooting party, sir.

- We need to make the final arrangements.
- Must we?

I rather wish

my brother
had never suggested it.

Nonetheless, sir,
the invitations have been sent out.

So assuming the trial
is over in time,

you will soon find yourself
in the position of host.

I suppose at least

there'll be a number of respectable
young men for you to meet, Augusta.

A thrilling prospect indeed.

- What about Miss Heywood?
- I assume

she will return home
after the trial.

She has a wedding to prepare for,
after all.

They say

she stands to lose
her entire fortune.

And your heart breaks for her?

I have every sympathy...
I know what it's like

to be pursued
by a grasping relative.

I'm not the man that I was,
Aunt,

- thanks to your interventions.
- I sometimes wonder

if men possess
the capacity to change

or if your natures
are fixed at birth.

If you'll excuse me,

I might take my daily exercise.

A bracing canter
to improve the mind.

It's a disaster.

- I swear, we're cursed.
- Quite right, Mother.

What is Miss Lambe's suffering
when set beside ours?

We must cast around
for a replacement, just in case.

Why?

Even if Miss Lambe should lose,

I cannot believe that will
dampen Harry's ardor one jot.

If anything,
it should only

make it burn all
the more fiercely.

I have always found poverty
a great aphrodisiac.

How can you mock me
at a time like this?

Have you no sensitivity
for my nerves?

Our prospects now lie

entirely in your hands, Lydia.

It's quite unbearable, Tom.

I cannot eat or sleep for thinking
about poor Georgiana.

We should be with her.

She has Mary and Charlotte,
and we are needed here.

Plus, we need to remain optimistic,
Arthur. This is England!

Justice

is bound to prevail.

I'm afraid that
Lord Chancellor Cornforth's

prejudice will not make him
sympathetic to your cause.

He will judge your actions
as much as your words.

So whatever this piece of evidence
is that they've threatened us with,

you must try to maintain
your composure.

I would not give Lockhart
the satisfaction.

At least it's a closed court.

You'll be spared
a gallery of gawpers.

Mr. Colbourne.

Miss Lambe.

Mr. Parrish,
representing Mr. Lockhart.

He would prefer to settle
this matter now

5,000 pounds

to spare you

the humiliation of a trial
which, in all likelihood,

you will lose.

Have you no shame?

Mr. Pryce,
it is extremely bad manners

to call unannounced.

Forgive me, my lady,
I was wondering

if I might tempt you
to take a ride in my buggy.

Certainly not!

What's a man your age want
with such a ridiculous item?

You may have no dignity,
but you're not

going to sully mine.

I've always thought that dignity
was a highly overrated virtue.

- Evidently.
- Tell me,

will you be appearing

at Mr. Colbourne's shooting party
at Heyrick Park?

I'm considering it.

Splendid!

Then it might be
vaguely tolerable.

Perhaps we should arrive together.

Unless you find the thought
too abhorrent.

I suppose I could endure it.

But we'll take my carriage.

Not that absurd buggy of yours.

Augusta.

Where are you going?

It is a fine day, Uncle.

I think I shall take some air.

May I come?

Thank you, Leo, but

I prefer to be alone
with my thoughts.

My father died young,
Mr. Parrish,

so in many respects,
I came to regard Uncle Frederick

as a father figure.

How I revered that man.

But in all the years I knew
and loved him, my lord,

not once did he ever
make mention

of a child.

So it must have come as a shock,
Mr. Lockhart,

when you learned

- of Miss Lambe's claim.
- I was confounded.

Suddenly, I learned
of this outrageous claim

made by my uncle's
illegitimate daughter.

- That is a lie!
- My lord,

it is hardly fair
to call Miss Lambe illegitimate.

Carry on, Mr. Lockhart.

But then...

I learned that

my unfortunate uncle
had allowed himself to be

seduced

by one of his house slaves.

A West Indian temptress
named Agnes Harmon,

my lord,

and as you discovered,
Mr. Lockhart,

Miss Lambe has inherited

her mother's hot-blooded ways?

Well, I sought out Miss Lambe
that we might

come to some sort of

accommodation.

But instead, she conspired

to be alone with me
so that she could try and

seduce me.

As you will see from
these drawings, my lord.

I couldn't be sure you'd come.

Curiosity compelled me.

I'm still trying to reconcile
the gentleman I have met

with the infamous
Sir Edward Denham.

I am no longer the man
my reputation suggests.

Yet you have lured me here alone.

An innocent young woman.

Did you tell anyone
you were coming?

What if I had?

I think it best to keep these
encounters to ourselves for now.

For now?

And then what?

May I ask what your intentions
are, Sir Edward?

My intentions?

My uncle is determined
to see me married.

He is to hold a shooting party
in large part to introduce me

to yet more callow suitors.

They hold no interest to me.

But...

if you were to attend...

I have little hope that your uncle would
ever consider me a worthy prospect.

Then,

since he is my guardian,

there seems little point
in our continuing to meet.

Although,

if what you say is true,

that you really are
a changed man, then...

Prove it.

No man is irredeemable,

Sir Edward.

My uncle knows that
as well as anyone.

Mr. Lockhart,

might I ask

how many times you met
your uncle?

Regrettably we only had
the chance to meet

in person once.

The fact is,

you barely spared
your uncle a second thought

until you learned there was

a fortune to be stolen.

I have here

the last will and testament

of Mr. Lambe.

It states quite clearly

he intended to leave his fortune
in its entirety

to his daughter.

And yet here stands
Mr. Lockhart.

An artist...

and an opportunist

who sought

to entrap Miss Lambe
into marriage when

his suit in Antigua failed.

I was merely trying to save

Miss Lambe's honor.

And what say you to this will,

Mr. Parrish?

We are aware

of Mr. Lambe's will.

But it can hardly be considered
admissible.

My lord, I wish to call

our first witness.
Mr. Lambe's physician,

Dr. Hardiman.

Arthur?

You seem rather preoccupied.

- Is everything all right?
- Far from it.

Georgiana faces ruin.

And I am to blame.

Mr. Pryce!

The very man, thank you
for coming at such short notice.

What can I do for you, Parker?

I wondered if we might discuss
your proposal for the Old Town

- in a little more detail. I...
- Indeed we must!

I have an appointment with
an architect this very afternoon.

I will report to you tomorrow.

Nothing must slow
our progress!

Tallyho!

Miss Lambe was altogether
suspicious to begin with.

And yet,

for some reason,
I found myself

beguiled from the moment
I laid eyes on him.

He made me feel
as if I were witty,

as if he truly valued my opinion.

I convinced

Miss Lambe
that he could be trusted.

And this is the result.

My dear Arthur,

I cannot see how you are to blame.

This...

dreadful man

came to Sanditon
with the express intent

of claiming
Miss Lambe's fortune.

You are not the cause
of her situation.

You are his victim, too.

I don't suppose you have ever
suffered such an indignity.

Have I ever given my affections

to someone unworthy
who later used me ill?

Were I to list them, Arthur,

it would fill 20 volumes.

As we have heard from Dr. Hardiman,

in the last 18 months

of his life,

poor Mr. Lambe's mind
had deteriorated

to the point that he
barely knew his own name.

- It was a tragedy.
- And yet,

he still had the wherewithal

to write this will,

and make provision
for his daughter,

entrusting her to the guardianship
of Mr. Sidney Parker.

Ah, yes.

mister...

Sidney Parker.

Alas, a less than
honorable man.

I believe you encountered him
in Antigua, Mr. Lockhart.

The man I met

was quite without scruple.

I imagine that it was
Mr. Parker who held

the pen in my uncle's shaking hand

when that so-called
will was written.

I put it to you, my lord,

that this devious duo,
Mr. Parker and Miss Lambe,

conspired to cheat
the unfortunate Mr. Lockhart

out of his rightful inheritance.

Mr. Lambe

was not a devoted father.

He was a confused

and wronged old man.

To hear

my dear father and mother
defamed like that,

when they're not even here
to defend themselves.

And neither is Sidney.

What's the law even worth if
they can lie with such impunity?

The truth

is besides the point,
Miss Heywood.

All that matters is what
the Lord Chancellor chooses to believe.

A visitor, my lady.

Forgive me for calling
unannounced.

Otis.

I came as soon as
circumstances would allow.

My lady, I remember your
misgivings about Mr. Pryce,

and so I thought it only fair
to consult you

before things go any further.

Mr. Pryce has already availed me
of his plans.

But maybe he wasn't clear
on all points.

This will involve the destruction
of the Old Town, for instance.

I know you value Sanditon's
character greatly,

and so if you disapprove,

then we would have no choice
but to make alternative arrangements.

Disapprove?
On the contrary!

I know Mr. Pryce is
a bit of a blunt instrument, but

perhaps we were getting
a little set in our ways.

So I for one won't stand in his way.

And if you wish to fulfil
your grand

of Sanditon
at last,

then I suggest you don't,
either!

Some months ago,
I wrote to Mr. Parker

offering to repay
the money he'd lent me.

His widow replied telling me
of his death in Antigua.

I wondered then

what reasons
he had to be there.

You could have written
to ask me.

I didn't think you'd
want to hear from me.

But when I read about this trial,

I knew at once
I must offer my help.

How can you help me, Otis?

I can offer you my support.

If that is worth anything.

It would hardly guarantee
my fortune.

The newspaper spoke

of an engagement between you
and Mr. Lockhart.

I'd no idea

his true intentions.

Did you love him?

Forgive me.

I've no right.

Not in the way I loved you.

If that is what you are asking.

I will never forgive myself
for what I put you through.

Not a day goes by that
I don't...

feel...

your absence.

Do you ever spare

a thought for...

Every day.

Are you sure we should have
left them alone together?

Despite their history,

perhaps Mr. Molyneux
can help Georgiana.

He'll understand her situation
in ways

we cannot,

however hard we might try.

Well, Mr. Colbourne?

Have you a thought for how you'll
argue Georgiana's case tomorrow?

At this precise moment,
I have no idea.

Is that usual
at this point in a trial?

I must be honest with you,
Miss Heywood.

I've never argued a case
of this nature or magnitude before.

You told me you'd never taken
on a case you couldn't win.

That is true.

Was.

The fact is,

for the last ten years,
I have only

concerned myself
with petty litigation.

Good money for easy work.

I would never have taken
this case unless...

Unless?

My brother

paid me an urgent visit.

First words we have exchanged
in nearly ten years.

He urged me to take this case.

He was doggedly persistent.

He even offered to pay my costs
in full should we lose.

I thought you'd taken on her case
out of integrity,

a belief in justice.

It is Xander you should credit,

not me.

But why
should Georgiana's case

be of such concern to him?

I was hoping

Miss Heywood
would be able to answer that.

The only thing that matters now
is the trial.

So you must do whatever it takes.

We cannot let her lose.

There may be one last roll
of the dice I could try.

I bid you both good night.

Tomorrow is my turn to testify.

I am to be a spectacle
yet again.

A row of suspicious faces

will gaze upon this anomaly.

You are no such thing.

What if I should lose, Otis?

A young Black woman
with no money.

What would I do?

- Who would I be?
- You'd simply become

Georgiana.

You could live the life you choose,
free from the

fortune hunters
and the gossipmongers.

Free to marry someone

who loves you
for who you truly are.

Just tell the truth.

That is all you can do.

They are saying

that Sidney and Georgiana conspired
to steal Mr. Lockhart's fortune.

That is outrageous slander!

"And Miss Lambe's revealed herself

to be a hot-blooded
young woman of base appetites."

Enough!

I beg you.

I cannot bear to hear another word.

Apparently,
she is the talk of London.

I don't like the way
the wind

is blowing, Arthur,
not one bit.

How could we have
let this happen?

Where's Mr. Colbourne?

Perhaps he accepted my cause
is hopeless and took flight.

I am certain
that is not the case.

You've read the newspapers.
You know what they're saying.

My case is as good as lost.

You would scarcely believe the things
they're saying about Miss Lambe.

I suspect I would, sir.

Forgive me.

Mrs. Wheatley, what if I was
wrong to involve my brother?

What if she'd have been better
served by another lawyer?

But no one else
would take the case, sir.

He's her best
and only chance.

God help her.

What if he never appears?

Will I be forced
to represent myself?

Where have you been?

- You look as if you haven't slept.
- I haven't.

I spent all night in gambling
houses and drinking dens.

It was time very well spent.

I call this court to order!

What do you know

of this Colbourne fellow?

He's invited me
to his shooting party.

I thought I would attend
with Lady Denham.

- Yes, we are also invited, uh...
- Splendid!

In my experience, the best
two places to find an investor

are either when they're firing
a gun or watching the horses.

The sportsman and the speculator
are of one mind.

- Would you not agree, Mr. Parker?
- Yes, quite.

Yeah, well, Mr. Pryce,

I must tell you that I still do
have certain reservations

about the proposed location
of the hotel.

Why?

There's nothing
there but slum dwellings.

And what of the people
who live there?

I'm sure we can find
somewhere else to put them.

Or we could reconsider
the site of the hotel.

Perhaps revert to my original,
more modest plan.

Why would we want to do that?

I thought you had ambitions
for this town, Parker!

We want the Grand Hotel,

not the Paltry Hotel!
Now, this

is just a mockup,

but I think
it will give you a sense.

Now, by

my rough calculations,

the increased capacity
for guests

would increase
the daily profits

fivefold!

Fivefold.

Did you hear that, Arthur?

But certainly, if you prefer,
Mr. Parker,

we could... leave it as it is.

We...

Tom...

What about Mary?

Miss Lambe,

could you remind the court
when your father died?

The summer of 1816.

Summer of 1816.

I've since learned

that Dr. Hardiman

established his London practice
two years prior to that,

and so could not have witnessed
Mr. Lambe's demise

as he claims.

Now, I could not understand why
the good doctor would perjure himself,

until

I discovered,
after much extensive research,

he has gambling debts

- all over London!
- Hearsay,

my lord.

Here is the proof, my lord.

I also submit as evidence,

my lord

Mr. Lambe's letters
to his daughter.

They show a man in full possession
of his faculties.

A loyal,

loving father,

who clearly saw his daughter
as his legitimate

heir.

I suggest the will must stand!

Tell me, Miss Lambe,
what do you

recall of your mother?

- I have no memory of her.
- Your father

told you she had died
in childbirth.

But you have since learnt
she may yet be alive?

I've been trying

to find her,

as yet with no success.

Mr. Lockhart,

will you tell the court
what you learnt in Antigua?

The truth is, Miss Lambe,

when you were six months old,

your father

sold your mother
to another plantation owner.

Lies.

If you doubt the truth,

I have the bill of sale.

I ask you, my lord,

if he were such
a loving and loyal father,

would be treat

his child's mother with such

contempt?

Or did he in fact see her
as merely

a possession?

Indeed, my lord,
there is every chance

her mother remains a slave
to this day,

as does

her daughter.

Which surely renders her
ineligible

to own property.

My lord...

...if what Mr. Lockhart says
is true...

Of course.

...I am ashamed of my father.

I, I am barely one and 20.

But...

I've known a lifetime's worth

of judgment and betrayal.

Yet...

why is it my mother and I

whose character is called
into question?

And not the men
who have mistreated us?

I can only think

my inheritance
was a bid for absolution.

So surely, my lord,

to give that man my fortune
would only compound the sin.

I would give every penny back

if it meant my mother
would be returned to me.

I am answerable

only to the law, Miss Lambe,

not a young woman's
entreaties.

However,

I suppose I am forced to accept

that under English statute,

no one

may be considered a slave

on our shores.

As to the claim
that your father

was not of sound mind
when he made

his will,

that claim has been entirely
refuted

by the evidence
presented to me.

Therefore,
I am left with

no choice

but to find
against the claimant,

Charles Lockhart.

This is a travesty!

This case is dismissed.

My dear Georgiana,

I'm so proud of you.

At least there is still
some measure of justice

in the world.

If you should ever have
need of me,

you need only send word.

And I would move Heaven
and Earth to be there.

I will bear that in mind.

Thank you.

For all you have done.

As we've established,

it is Xander you should thank.

You say you've not spoken
in ten years?

When our father died,

he left me the estate
saddled with debt.

But the thought of being trapped
in the place that I'd grown up

was too much to bear.

I wanted a chance
to pursue my own path.

I can understand that.

But alas, my career

came at a cost to Xander.

He chose to shoulder
the familial burden

that should have been mine.

And I fear
it cost him his marriage.

But now you have a chance
to make your peace.

Perhaps so.

But if I may,

I sense you and Xander
have your own history.

Your tenure as governess
was short-lived indeed.

Your brother decided I was
unsuitable for the position.

Well, I do hope you'll join us
at our shooting party.

I must return home.

I have tried the patience
of my betrothed for long enough.

What's a few more days?

Besides,

it will give you an opportunity
to thank him in person.

Here they come, can you see?

Can you see Mama?

The triumphant
heroine returns!

Our relief knows no bounds.

Charlotte!

Mama!

- Welcome back, Uncle!
- Thank you, Leo.

I'm not used to such
a warm welcome.

We have followed
your progress from afar.

It was a fine thing
you did, sir.

That poor girl.

Mrs. Wheatley.

Forgive me.

I don't think I've ever asked...

your parents?

Were slaves, like her mother.

But they were given their freedom
when they came to England.

Before you were born.

I didn't work for your father
till I was 14.

Before that, I had the comfort
of knowing

my parents loved
and respected each other.

My heart breaks for Miss Lambe.

Well, it seems you didn't
entirely disgrace the family name.

That is a first.

I'm glad I didn't let
you down, brother.

On the contrary.

I wanted to ask,

Miss Heywood.

- What about her?
- Well, in London,

I was struck
by her self-possession

and her intelligence;
I wondered why

you hadn't retained her
as a governess.

Well, she decided that
the position was not for her.

I've invited her
to the shooting party.

I hope you don't mind.

Why would I mind?

I am so relieved
the trial is over for Georgiana.

Although I confess,

I found a sense of purpose
in helping her pursue justice.

There's purpose to be found
in marriage

and motherhood, my dear.

What if it's not enough?

It is perfectly normal
to have doubts.

I was nearly 30 before
I married Tom.

Almost ended the engagement
three times.

Why?

I suppose I was afraid that in
becoming Mrs. Tom Parker,

I'd forget who
Mary Harrison was.

That I might lose
sight of myself.

And you haven't?

Marriage is about compromise,
Charlotte.

As I'm sure you'll learn.

You're too kind, Mrs. Parker,

as always.

It gives me pleasure
to share what I have.

And I know what it's like

to have hungry mouths
to feed.

They have
an appetite, all right.

Especially young Tess here.

And I've brought you some books,
Tess,

as promised.

Thank you, Miss Heywood!
Are they really mine?

- To keep?
- To keep forever.

I'm really sorry I can't stay
in Sanditon

and teach you to read them.

I will gladly do so, Tess.

Thank you, Ms. Parker.

I hope you don't mind
my asking, Mrs. Parker.

John said a Mr. Pryce
come round here yesterday

with an architect.

Said he and Mr. Parker

was planning to pull all these
cottages down

to make room for his new hotel.

I told John
that couldn't be right?

Miss Hankins.

I was just waiting
for Mr. Hankins.

I know I am a poor substitute,
but

I am not entirely
without spiritual knowledge,

and I sense
your soul is troubled.

Indeed it is, Miss Hankins.

These past few days,
I have found myself

preoccupied
with a certain person.

I see.

I admit, at first,
I sought

to conquer her, but...

Now, in her presence,
I find myself entirely disarmed.

And you find yourself struggling
to think of anything but her.

Perhaps you imagine the life
you might share,

despite the obstacle
that stand in your way?

Even if I set out to win her
honorably,

who is going to trust me?

I have always sensed an innate
goodness in you, Sir Edward.

Matthew 7:16...

"by their fruits ye shall know
them."

Remind me why I agreed to this.

You will enjoy
every moment of it.

Apart from when I bag twice
as many birds as you.

A London fop like you?
You haven't a chance.

I will admit, though,

it gladdens me to see the house
brought back to life.

Gentlemen,

I understand that
we owe you both our

everlasting gratitude
for saving

Miss Lambe's fortune.

I assure you, my involvement

was negligible at best.

Miss Heywood! You are here!

Will you tell me everything
about the trial?

Mr. Colbourne!
This is unexpected.

I thought you had an aversion
to entertaining.

May I introduce Mr. Pryce.

- How do you do?
- My brother,

Mr. Samuel Colbourne,
my niece, Miss Markham.

How do you do, sir?

and you know my nephew,
Sir Edward Denham.

By reputation, certainly.

You are the woman

of the hour, Miss Lambe.
I hope

you do not find the attention
too overwhelming.

You are hardly a stranger
to gossip yourself, my lady.

Which is why I speak
from experience

to warn you that society
can be merciless.

You must do what you can
to protect yourself.

Lady Montrose.

Lady Lydia, Your Grace.

I was so hoping you
would be here.

A pleasure as always,
Lady de Clemente.

Miss Lambe,

I thank God
that justice has prevailed.

I've been on my knees praying
for you night after day.

I'm sure that made
the world of difference.

Doubtless you and your inamorata
have much to discuss.

Miss Lambe,
I have missed you.

As have I missed you,
dear heart.

Come, Lydia.

Mr. Colbourne is unattended.

We shall seize the moment.

Was it not Byron
who went to bed one night

and woke up famous?

I believe the same could be
said of you, Georgiana.

How true, Arthur!

Do I sense
a rapprochement?

we are become
bosom companions,

especially now I understand
the true nature

of your arrangement.

Although now you are
so well-known,

perhaps you would
rather call off our courtship.

Why?

Are you afraid you'll be tarnished
by association with me?

Not at all.

- if it isn't the conquering hero.
- My lady.

Are you feeling
suitably triumphant?

The victory is not mine
to claim.

I've rarely observed
humility in a man,

let alone a lawyer.

In truth,
it is a recent acquisition.

You wear it well.

I believe Miss Heywood
was in London for the trial?

Yes.

I understand her tenure
as a governess here

was rather short-lived.

I can't quite ascertain why.

My brother will not be drawn
on the subject.

- Although I have my own theory.
- As have I.

I wonder if they might
be one and the same.

Excuse me one moment.

- Mr. Colbourne.
- Miss Heywood.

Thought you would have
returned to Willingden by now.

I wanted a chance
to thank you.

You have nothing
to thank me for.

You rode to London
and sought out a brother

you hadn't seen in ten years.

I couldn't have stood
by and done nothing.

What kind of man would I be?

You did my friend
a great kindness.

I'll forever be grateful.

Xander! Come!

- The beaters stand ready!
- Excuse me.

Miss Heywood

and Mr. Colbourne
seem on rather close terms.

She is no threat.

She was his governess.

She's about to marry a farmer.

Miss Heywood,
might I ask your opinion?

Yes.

I understand you were
governess here.

Yes, briefly.

My mother is determined

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

And yet, if I'm honest,

he seems to me rather
humorless and stern.

Mr. Colbourne
is by nature reserved.

Yet there is a good deal more
to him than first appears.

If you can engage him
on the subject of dogs or horses,

you might see him come to life.

Thank you, Miss Heywood.

Perhaps I have more in common
with our host than I thought.

You're a good shot,
Sir Edward.

Thank you, sir.
My father taught me at a young age.

And my aim was much improved
by my time in the Army.

My brother, as you can tell
from his shooting prowess,

has been too long in the city.

Ah, Mr. Colbourne!

- A splendid afternoon.
- Mr. Pryce has just told me

- of your scheme for the Old Town.
- Oh, yes?

You realize, if you raze
the Old Town,

you will destroy the last
vestiges of the community

that has always been
the heart of Sanditon.

Well, I, um...

I have to say I agree
with you, Mr. Colbourne.

I believe we should
be seeking to improve

the lives of the people
that live there,

not ruin them.

Your wife is very free

with her opinions, Parker!

Sir Edward.

I trust you've had
a pleasant day?

Very much so.

- And you?
- If I am honest,

I have had to endure rather
too much small talk

from young men keen
to impress me.

I can understand why
they might be keen.

But none has yet
impressed you?

One.

He is somewhat older
than the rest.

- Of good breeding and character?
- Indeed... he has a title.

And as for his character,
opinion varies.

And what is your uncle's
opinion of this man?

I sense he is warming to him.

Then should this man
speak to your uncle?

Assure him that his intentions
are honorable?

That he desires

nothing more than to prove
himself worthy of you?

I believe he should.

I assume

you missed the birds
on purpose,

so as not to show up our host.

Alas, it seems the birds
have learnt to fly

much faster than they used to.

Ah, that must be it.

Nothing to do with the fact that
you're

ancient and decrepit.

Speak for yourself, my lady.

I'm still in the first
flush of youth.

Or perhaps the second.

Possibly the fifth!

Miss Heywood.

May I

ask you a question?

When did you know you
were in love with Mr. Starling?

Why do you ask?

No reason in particular.

What is it? What is it?

They seem to have mistaken you
for a pheasant.

I knew it was a mistake
to wear feathers to a shoot.

Shall we go in?

At least she likes dogs.
That is something.

That is something.

We cannot let
this travesty occur.

What is to be done?

Miss Heywood is to be married
in a few short weeks.

Yes.

But she is not married yet.

Might I ask

why you take such
an interest in Miss Heywood?

I recognize my younger
self in her.

And since I have no inclination
to marry again,

there is a vicarious pleasure

to be had in setting her
on the right path.

I could say much the same.

Far too old and cynical
to consider marriage for myself.

But I have greatly wronged
my brother in the past.

So if there's anything I can do
to make amends, I will.

- It is not that I wish to interfere.
- Likewise, of course.

But a little gentle
encouragement?

Strange to think that we have
known each other

for such a short time, Arthur,

given how fond
I have become of you.

I could say
the selfsame thing.

But then I, I suppose
we are quite similar.

Both bachelors by choice.

Quite so.

That is rarer
than one might think.

In my experience, most men...

...enjoy pheasant.

But I have always had
a preference for grouse.

I am right

in thinking you
share my tastes, Arthur?

No matter.

Be kind enough to forget this
conversation ever took place.

Miss Lambe.

I just wanted to say
how sorry I am.

Did you not hear?
I won the case.

My fortune remains mine.

I know, ma'am.

But I also know what
you've lost.

I think I'm ready to leave.

As am I.

I cannot tell you

what a blessed relief
it is to have you here.

I've grown so tired
of my own company.

Even yours

is preferable to dealing with
another occasion on my own.

Oh, please.

Your flattery
is overwhelming.

I was just speaking plainly.

I've thought of you often,

with deep regret.

Think of all the years
we have wasted.

I don't believe in regrets.

They serve no purpose.

But if the offer of a ride in your
buggy still stands, I suppose

I wouldn't mind a brief turn

tomorrow.

My lords, ladies, and gentlemen,

I apologize
for interrupting, but

my gamekeeper informs me
that the gun of the day,

with 13 birds,

is Sir Edward Denham.

Well done.

Mr. Colbourne, sir, there is
something I must ask you.

I'm all too aware

of my reputation,

but I beg you to believe
that I am a changed man.

And as such,

that you will allow me the honor
of calling on your niece,

Miss Markham.

You are the last person on Earth

I would allow to court Augusta.

My apologies...

It is time I returned to Ralph.

He'll wonder
what has happened to me.

I wish you could stay.

You're one of the few people
in this world I can depend on.

I could say the same.

Georgiana, you are so loved.

By me,

the Parkers.

And Otis,

who clearly loves you
as much as he ever did.

And what good will that do me?

Do you think he can protect me
from further fortune hunters?

From the judgment of society?

What influence does he have?
What position?

Lady de Clemente was right.

I need to do whatever
I can to protect myself.

I would do better to continue
my courtship with the duke.

That isn't real.

What is?

I, I do wish you'd spoken
to me in private, my dear.

Just because
I am Mrs. Tom Parker

doesn't mean I'm not entitled
to my own opinions.

Instead of undermining me
in front of our host.

- And I am allowed to voice them!
- And Mr. Pryce!

It is business, Mary!

Since when did you care
only for profit?

I cannot afford
to be sentimental.

A good day.

Even if you did shoot
more birds than me.

I forgive you.

Very gracious of you.

No wonder you're grappling
with your conscience, brother.

She is quite magnificent.

Who is?

I'm a lawyer, Xander,

and I know when people are
withholding the truth from me.

And, on occasion,
from themselves.

And I am in no doubt that you

are hopelessly in love
with Miss Heywood.

And,

I can state
with some confidence

she shares your feelings.

She is to be married.

She is not married yet.

Miss Heywood.

I was on my way
to find you.

Why?

Because I cannot let you leave
Sanditon again

without telling you in plainest
terms how devoutly I admire you.

Every day of my life

that is not spent in your company
is a day wasted.

And I've fought in vain to deny it,
but I'm in love with you,

Miss Heywood.

No!

We shouldn't have done that.

You shouldn't have said that!

My only regret
is that I didn't say it sooner.

Then why didn't you?!

I'm to be married.

Stay.

Make a life with me.

I made a promise.

To Ralph.

To my parents.

It's too late!

The only way these claims
will cease

is if you find a husband.

Have you been avoiding m
since the shooting party?

Miss Georgiana Lambe!

I shall be glad to return
to the calm of Willingden tomorrow.

Is that a view you share,
Miss Heywood?