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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.
Mm.

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

and will offer you
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.

Hm, 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.
Oh, I was confounded.

Suddenly, I learned of this
outrageous claim

being 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.

Hm, 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.

Mr. 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?
Oh, on the contrary!

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

but, oh, 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 vision 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...

Oh, 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?

Oh, 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 he 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...

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?

Ah, the triumphant
heroine returns!

Our relief knows no bounds.

Charlotte!

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.

Hm.

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.

Oh!
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 obstacles 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?

Oh, 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.

Ah, Lady Montrose.

Lady Lydia, Your Grace.

I was so hoping you
would be here.

A pleasure as always,
Lady de Clemente.

Oh, Miss Lambe, I thank God
that justice has prevailed.

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

Oh, 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?

Oh, 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.

Ah, if it isn't
the conquering hero.

My lady.

Are you feeling
suitably triumphant?

The victory is not mine
to claim.

Oh, 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.

Oh, 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.

Oh, she is no threat.

She was his governess.

She's about to marry a farmer.

Oh!

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?

Oh, 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.

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.

Hm.

It is not that I wish
to interfere.

Oh, 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 me 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?

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