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You!

Sir!

Thorne!

Stop! You, stop!

Roger. What's in the wind?

My sister's honor, that's what.

I did not know your sister and honor
were acquainted.

You blackguard! You...

Get up, you coward!

Eh?

Of course I want you, Alexandrina!

I'm going to have
all the De Courcy cousins.

And Beatrice, naturally.

And Mary. You must have Mary.

Aunt Arabella thinks it very important
that all of Augusta's bridesmaids

should be of a caliber
far above the common horde.

Because the bridegroom isn't?

Really, Beatrice. Mr Moffatt is...

Mr Moffatt is rich. He has no other
quality visible to the naked eye.

His father was a tailor.

His father was a tailor,
many years ago,

before... he demonstrated
his brilliance of mind.

And made a lot of money.

Shh. Here is Miss Thorne now.

You all make a charming picture.

We were discussing
Miss Gresham's wedding plans.

The date is set
for the 1st of September.

Oh, Augusta! How exciting!

Who are the bridesmaids to be?

Beatrice, of course,
and my cousins, the De Courcys.

I hope you...

I'm sorry if you...

Oh, please don't think of me.

I never expected it for a minute.

Miss Thorne is much too sensible
to have imagined any such thing.

It's a lovely time of year
for a honeymoon. Where will you go?

Mr Moffatt talks of Paris.

Whoever heard of going to Paris
in September?

Whoever heard of letting the bridegroom
have a say on the matter?

Mr Moffatt must go
where you choose to take him.

I'm not so sure.

Among ordinary people,
the lady will usually have her way,

but rank has its drawbacks,
as well as its privileges.

I shouldn't mind the drawbacks,
but I mightn't be up to the privileges.

I'm going to go in.
It must be time to dress. Augusta?

Once more I have made an enemy
of the Lady Alexandrina De Courcy.

It's sad you won't be a bridesmaid.

What did Lady Alexandrina mean?

That I was too sensible
to have imagined it?

Why shouldn't I imagine it?

There you are, Mama. You've missed
Augusta's talk of wedding plans.

Mary, I'm afraid
it's time for you to run along.

Beatrice must get changed.

Of course, Lady Arabella.

I only looked in on my way home.

Give my regards to the good doctor.

I hope you weren't encouraging
this bridesmaid nonsense.

- She knows she won't be asked.
- Good.

But why not, when she's
the oldest friend we any of us have?

Because it is my decision.

Isn't it enough your sister will be
Mrs Moffatt for the rest of her life?

I don't understand. If you think so
little of her, why is Mary allowed here?

Because she has been in this house
since you were children.

Why did you allow it then?

These things matter less with children.

And your father
is fond of Doctor Thorne.

Papa says
that the Thornes of Ullathorne Park

are as good as the Greshams.

If she were a Miss Thorne of Ullathorne,
it would be a different matter.

But who is Mary Thorne?

And how precisely is she related
to the family at Ullathorne?

She's Doctor Thorne's niece,
so she must be their cousin.

She is called his niece. That is all.

And there's the dressing gong.
Come along.

Mary?

What's the matter?

Nothing.

I beg to differ.

Something's the matter.

Why didn't you wait for me?

I didn't wait for you because
your mother drove me away

so Beatrice could dress.

Besides, Lady Alexandrina
had had enough of me.

Don't mind Alexandrina. You never have.

- Would you like a ride home?
- No.

You have a dinner to attend,

and, with the De Courcys to deal with,
you'd better not be late.

These things are more relaxed
in our house.

If my aunt gives me one more lecture
on whom I should marry,

I will not be responsible for my answer.

Oh, yes, you will.

You'll listen to Lady De Courcy
and nod politely,

or we'll never hear the end of it!

But it seems very hard...
when we both know whom I should marry.

What do you mean?

I should marry you, of course.

Much more of that,
and I'll make you call me "Miss Thorne".

And if you say one more word,
I won't be at your party tomorrow night.

Now, hurry in, or you will be late,
and I'll be blamed.

You know I'm serious.

I know you're young.

I'm older than you.

But I'm a woman.

- Uncle?
- Hm?

What do you make
of this marriage of Augusta?

I hope Miss Gresham
shall be very happy as Mrs Moffatt.

And I, of course.

But I don't at all expect it.

- No?
- No.

I think she degrades herself

by marrying a man
who she does not care a jot for,

who has no breeding and no charm,
but only money.

Well...

So... would I degrade myself
by marrying Mr Moffatt?

How can I answer that?

I mean I know where to rank Augusta.

What I want to know is,
where I ought to rank myself.

What's brought this on?

Something Lady Alexandrina De Courcy
said this afternoon.

Lady Alexandrina is a spiteful cat.

Whatever she says, I wouldn't give it
one scrap of attention.

Be honest with me, Uncle.

Tell me first, am I a Thorne?

Am I in truth your niece?

You are indeed my niece,
the child of my late brother, Henry.

That I can swear to.

But?

Mary, I would spare you this,
if you'd let me.

I've already been spared
for many long years. Too many.

Very well. If you're determined.

So be it.

Your mother... was a village girl.

And, as you've already guessed,

she was not my brother's wife.

Is she still living?

I believe so. In Australia.

She married and has a family there.

But she did not want me.

She wanted you very much.

But her husband made it a condition
that she leave you behind,

and start a new life with him.

It was her chance and she took it.

My father did not want me either?

We'll never know.

He died before your birth.

Your mother came to me with her dilemma,

and I offered you a home.

But that's wrong.

It's you that have made a home for me
for 20 happy years.

So I am not a Thorne of Ullathorne.

To me, you are my daughter.

And any man
who has the honor of your love

should be the envy of the world.

Mama, I suppose you know
what flirting is.

There was nothing very terrible in it
that I could see.

Have you noticed this flirting
before now?

Frank and Mary have always been
very close. You know that.

Maybe.

But being close at 12 is a very
different thing from being close at 20.

- Anyway, I thought you should know.
- Mm, quite right, my dear.

Honesty is the grounding
of a healthy life.

Now, Mr Moffatt is not yet down.

Go back to your room, wait a few minutes
and then make an entrance.

Yes!

Frank is coming of age
and you cannot avoid it.

You will not spoil Frank's party.

It is your responsibility
to ensure the future of the estate.

How can I order Frank
to do anything

when it is my folly
that is the cause of our discomfort?

- I'll speak to him.
- And what good will that do?

You have already spoken to him
many times.

Really, Mr Gresham!

I hope our difficulties

have not consumed your manners
as well as your fortune.

I just don't see how Lady De Courcy
can influence Frank

to do something
which he must find repugnant.

I will explain it is his duty
to his parents, to his family

and to the line
from which he is sprung.

To marry money.

That's it. To marry money.

When I was a child,

my father owned everything
you could see from this window.

King's Hill is gone and Whitehaven.

And that ridge to the right
forms part of the Boxall Hill Estate.

Which you sold to the railway man.

Which I sold
to Sir Roger Scatcherd, yes.

I thought it would fund me
for 30 years or more.

Ten years later,
and every penny is gone.

I do hope Mr Gresham doesn't imagine
we can come to his aid.

No, indeed.

Mr Moffatt.

Ah, Mr Moffatt.

I do not think you've met my brother,
Lord De Courcy.

- Good afternoon.
- How do you do?

Lady De Courcy,
may I present Mr Moffatt?

Here comes the lover,

"Sighing like furnace,
with a woeful ballad

Made to his mistress' eyebrow."

I'm sorry?

The lover.

From Shakespeare's Seven Ages of Man.

Why would he write about her eyebrow?

I understand you are to be elected
for the seat including Courcy Castle.

Well, I am to stand for election.
It is not quite the same.

Then you must stay
while you are canvassing.

We will invite Augusta and Frank,

and make up a party
to support your efforts.

Me?

- Come to stay at Courcy Castle?
- Yes.

We should be delighted.

I do hope there is
a great deal of money involved.

There is. But they're demanding
a crippling settlement from us.

If he is as rich as you say, pay it.

Think of it as an investment.

- I will speak to Frank after dinner.
- Thank you.

This is for me.

Not this again!

- Beatrice, no.
- Can I not comfort my own brother?

Leave it to your aunt.

Frank, don't be a baby.

You know well enough there is nothing
else that will save the situation.

Except for me to marry money.

And how is that to be brought about?

Have you heard of Miss Dunstable?

Isn't she the American
whose father sold oil of Lebanon?

Oh, he sold so very much of it.

Her fortune is immense.

I suppose it must be.

Why is she in England?

The very point. Why would she be
in England if not to find a husband?

She is coming to stay at Courcy.
I want you to be there to meet her.

- I'm studying for my degree...
- Oh, fiddle-faddle!

What do I care for degrees, when
we are trying to settle your whole life?

How old is she?

What difference does that make?

30.

Perhaps. Or 35.

30 or 35?

I will not remind you
of the beggar's power of choice.

I will come to Courcy, Aunt.

But I can promise
nothing more than that.

I do not see how it could be
achieved without great awkwardness.

We cannot allow a little awkwardness
to put our only son in peril.

But the children are devoted to Mary.

I'm very fond of her myself.

Frank is too fond of her.

Too fond for our own good,
if he is to marry a fortune.

Do you deny it?

Tell Doctor Thorne to keep Mary away
from Greshamsbury

until Frank finds a wife, that is all.

You overlook one thing.

Sir Roger Scatcherd has made
Doctor Thorne his man of business.

Certainly where my debts are concerned.

Thorne has negotiated terms for me

that I would not get anywhere else
in the county.

And is that a reason
to throw away your son?

You are not being reasonable.

Oh, of course not. When did you
ever think me reasonable?

I see I shall have
to unravel the damage you have made.

But then again, why not?

I'm quite used to it.

I want no trouble tomorrow evening.

You will not spoil Frank's party.

He's still in bed, Doctor.

There's something not right
about his legs.

- And the drinking?
- He's got that Winterbones with him.

Writing and writing
and doing his business.

Oh, please send him away.

If I send Winterbones away,
will you keep the drink away?

That's not all.

They came to ask him
to run for election.

- Who came?
- The local Liberals, I suppose.

They think Sir Roger is a big man
and might catch the fancy of the town.

He is a big man.

Too big for such tomfoolery.

Well, well, Doctor Thorne.

You've smelt me out.

Come for your fee, eh?

I'm glad
if you're feeling better, Scatcherd.

Better than what?

I've never felt so well in my life!

Indeed, you ain't! That's a lie.

And Winterbones has no place here,

scribbling away, stinking of gin.

Mr Winterbones should go back to London.

Lady Scatcherd can be clerk
for the time being.

Winterbones will do no such thing.
So there's an end to that.

Now, Doctor, don't let him
talk in that way. Don't.

You can go downstairs. Go. Now!

Go on!

Stay there till I call you, you hear me?

Ahhh...

Wearing my other hat for a moment...

Mr Gresham asks for another loan
on the Greshamsbury Estate.

Is there any part of that left
that I do not already own?

I believe so.

- Shall we agree to it?
- We?

Not your decision to make, it's mine.

You must do
without the stimulus of drink.

Who says I drink?

Eh?

Now, what's this nonsense I hear
about you electioneering?

They want me to stand against
the Greshams' candidate, Mr Moffatt.

Your system couldn't stand it.

Well, I daresay that's true, but what
gives you the right to lecture me, eh?

What have you ever done
that I should listen?

I have not made my mark in public life.

I've built no railways.

I have neither fortune nor title,

but I have some skill in saving lives.

Of course, if you've lost confidence...

I've got no confidence in you.

Get a specialist from London, then.

And keep away from the brandy
until he comes.

Winterbones?

You're to come back in!

Who asked me to?

Sir Roger.

Why did you bring me back up here?

To tell you I've made a will.

You already have a will
and I'm an executor.

You were one of two executors.

Now...

You will be alone.

Are the provisions the same
for Lady Scatcherd and Louis?

Uh, not quite.

My wife will be looked after.

But this house, the Greshamsbury
mortgages, the shares, the money

will all go to Louis Philippe.

What, all of it?

And as it is, Louis Philippe
can have Greshamsbury

if he chose to call in the loans.

And what would
the great Lady Arabella do if he did?

She would be sad. And so would I.

So, are you going
to the Greshams' ball tonight?

- I've been invited, yes.
- I have not.

No, no card for me,

though I own the walls that support them
and the floor they dance on.

Louis hasn't been asked either.

Though, young Master Frank
will dance soon enough to Louis's tune.

He'll certainly have
a great responsibility to discharge.

Oh, don't worry about Louis.

And there are no other major bequests
I shall have to deal with?

Not unless Louis dies before he's 30,

in which case it all goes
to my sister's eldest child.

What?

My sister, Anne.
You remember... Of course you do.

How could I not?

You have been good,
over the years, Thorne,

about not resurrecting that... tragedy.

I know you're sorry for it.

Oh, as sorry as a man can be.

But say again, her eldest child?
Be more specific.

Do you mean her eldest son?
Have you no name?

Well, I know she has a family,
but names,

boys or girls, ages,
they're all lost to me.

If it is a girl, so much the better.

And if it is, I would hope

that you would be of a concern
about her husband, hm?

How have you described them?

"The eldest child of my sister's body."

Cheer up.

You may die before me in which case,

I'll have to look after your niece
and find her a husband. Ho, ho!

The Reverend Mr Oriel

and Miss Patience Oriel.

How good of you to come,
Mr Oriel, Miss Oriel.

I'm only sorry we couldn't
accommodate you for dinner.

We feel very privileged to be invited.
Don't we, Patience?

- Indeed, we do.
- Well, please.

It's nice to have
a gentleman vicar again.

I never felt poor Trump
was quite up to the mark.

His sister is a pretty girl.

And I gather she has money.

But not enough for our purposes.

A niceish-looking nag
your father got you this morning.

I was taking a look at him
before dinner.

He's a Monsoon, isn't he?

Indeed, he is.

Do you remember Lady Arabella's nephew,
Lord Porlock?

My lord. I haven't seen you
since you were a boy.

It was a good ten years ago.

- Where's Mary?
- She's outside.

Excuse me.

Mary.

Why are you so unkind to me?

Indeed, I do not mean to be.

Then come and dance.

- It would not be appropriate.
- Not appropriate?

To dance with the girl
I'm going to marry?

Let go of me.

Please.

I will let you go.

I will never ask you to marry me again

if you say here and now
you do not love me.

Frank.

Mama's looking for you.

- You're to open the ball.
- Good!

You shall open it with him,
unless Mr Moffatt would object.

So what if he did?

But Frank won't want to dance with me.

- No, I want to dance with...
- Has Miss Oriel arrived?

I believe so.

Then ask her to dance.

You can't object to that,
not when she's so pretty.

Come along, Frank.

You haven't asked me about my visit.

I suppose Sir Roger
was very demanding, as usual.

Yes, he was.

And yet I am fond of him,
in some strange way.

We have been through a good deal
over the years,

what with one thing and another.

What things?

Things that might have made us enemies,
and yet they have not.

I thought it was vulgar to be
mysterious. So you always tell me.

May I have the honor of the next dance?

Well, my uncle is very tired...

Can the next one be my turn?

I'm afraid Mr Oriel has just asked me.

Do you ever wish we had money?

Only so you wouldn't have
to tire yourself out

- by going to places like Boxall Hill.
- Is that all you want?

I wouldn't mind a bonnet like
the one Patience Oriel wore in church.

- Do you care about bonnets?
- Why shouldn't I?

Back there,
why wouldn't you dance with Frank?

How could I accept him
when Mr Oriel had asked first?

Was that the only time he asked you?
In the whole evening?

Uncle, you have told me yourself
I am not worthy of Mr Gresham.

I told you no such thing.
You confuse me with the Lady Arabella.

I see. And if you were Lady Arabella,

would you be pleased for your only son
and heir to marry a nameless bas?

Don't say that word.

Not to me.

Very well.

But you will agree it is harsh
to criticize Her Ladyship

for what you would feel yourself.

But will he authorize the payment?

I should think so.
He's in a sour mood at the moment,

but he never refuses a loan
against this house.

Good.

Mr Gresham, it's not good.

You owe Scatcherd more than three
quarters of the value of the estate.

And he is truly...

I only wish Lady Arabella had seen fit
to invite him to the ball.

The truth is, he was rather bitter

that neither he nor Master Louis
had been included.

It is a pity that you lost a chance
to be good neighbors.

The question is,

will Louis Scatcherd be merciful to me
when his hour comes?

I cannot say.

But if his father
insists on running for election,

that hour may come sooner than we think.

Hm, yes.

I will leave you now,
but I will return later.

Good day to you.

Doctor Thorne!

Lady Arabella. Good afternoon.

Won't you come in here a moment?

I am so glad you came here today,

for there is something special
I want to say to you.

Something... rather particular.

You know what respect and esteem
and real affection we all have for you,

and for Mary, also.

So I very much hope, dear Doctor,

that you won't take amiss
what I am going to say.

I'll endeavor not to.

Let us not beat about the bush.

You know the squire's position
when it comes to the property.

Indeed, you probably know the sums
rather better than I.

There has been reckless spending
in years gone by.

Racing and gambling,

to say nothing of keeping
those noisy hounds for no good reason.

All of which means that Frank
will inherit a hollow crown.

His only hope of retrieving
the situation is by marrying money.

And worth, Lady Arabella,
and a pure heart and youth and beauty.

I hope he'll marry them all.

Indeed.

But there must be money
or Frank will be a ruined man.

- You would not want that.
- Certainly not.

Good.

Because I have heard that things...

...that is, words,
have passed between Frank and Mary...

...that should never have been allowed.

What things? What words?
And who says so?

Doctor, there have been lovemakings
of a very advanced kind.

What took place?

Speak out, Lady Arabella.

I won't have Mary's conduct
impugned by innuendo.

What is it that the eavesdroppers
have heard? What's the accusation?

- There has been an offer made.
- And who made it?

Of course, Frank has been imprudent.
I don't deny it.

There has been fault on both sides.

- No doubt of it.
- I do doubt it. I deny it totally.

I can assure you
an offer was made by Frank,

and such an offer
cannot be without its allurements.

Allurements?

All I'm saying is that it would be
inexpedient for the young people

to be thrown together again just now.

Would it?

Frank is at Courcy now,
and he goes from there to Cambridge,

but when he next returns home,
perhaps it would be better if he...

Oh, don't worry.

Mary will not set foot among you
from this very moment.

But it must not change
the friendly intercourse

between you and this family.

- The squire would not wish...
- Not change it?

Do you think I'd break bread in a house
from which my niece has been banished?

You have daughters.

Would you sit down with me
if I'd accused one of them

as you have accused her?

Good day to you, madam!

Who is that man with Moffatt?

His agent, Mr Cosset.
He manages Mr Moffatt's campaign.

I think you might call him Keith.

Don't hurry me.

Is he going to win?

He says so,

but he seems unwilling
to explain his views to the voters

which can hardly be sensible.

What's this?

There you are, Frank.

Why? Where should I be?

Don't be such a quiz!

Now, here is Miss Dunstable.

She's only just arrived.

I shall introduce her,

and later you may take her into dinner.

- Should I propose tonight?
- Behave!

May I present my nephew, Mr Gresham?

Frank, Miss Dunstable.

Come along, Porlock.
Help me with the tea.

You, too, Augusta. Augusta!

I hope you're not tired by your journey.

Tired?

Why, in May we came from Rome to Paris
without once sleeping in a bed.

We were tipped out
of the sledge three times

coming over the Simplon Pass.

I daresay I can manage
a train journey from London.

I daresay you can.

Besides, I'm looking forward
to discovering my lovers here.

Your lovers?

Oh, I always have some lovers in pursuit
at a large house party.

Before I leave, I shall receive
three proposals at least.

Unless I'm mistaken, Lord Porlock is
already boiling up to make one of them.

- Does it surprise you?
- Not in the least.

Do you think me so very fair?

Of course.

Come, Mr Gresham.

We both know it is not my beauty
but my dollars

that renders me lovely in their sight.

Won't you admit it?

You've heard he's agreed
to run against that Mr Moffatt

at the Barchester election?

Mr Gresham told me of the plan.

But when I was last here, Sir Roger
thought it was as mad a plan as I did.

He wants to put the Greshams' noses out.
Though I don't know why.

It's insanity, and I've said as much.

He could not find the energy
to stand upright at the hustings.

He means to do it, though.

You see the family at Greshamsbury,
do you not, Doctor?

Often.

How's Master Frank?

Master Frank
is "Master" Frank no longer.

He is 21 years old,
and a fine, strapping fellow.

You know I was his nurse?

I'd forgotten.

Between him and Louis, I could
not tell you which I loved the most.

You can be proud of Frank Gresham,
I assure you.

But for now, help me talk your husband
out of his folly, and keep him in bed.

Oh, Doctor, there's no keeping Sir Roger
anywhere he doesn't want to be.

I fear it, truly.

What's this I hear about you
standing for election?

I thought we'd agreed
it was out of the question.

Oh, you mean you don't think I can win.

I think you may very well win
against Mr Moffatt,

but if you do,
it may be at the cost of your own life.

Well, I've a mind to wipe that smile
off the Greshams' faces.

They do not smile very much these days,
I can assure you.

To what do I owe this free visit?

It's about your will.

Well, go on.

Your will specifies that your second
heir is your sister's eldest child.

Only if Louis dies before he is 30,
which he will not.

I'm sure, but the point is...

...I know your sister's eldest child.

What?

You remember my late brother?

I'll remember him till my dying day.

Then you must also know
that your sister's eldest child

was his child, too.

But that baby died.

No.

She did not.

Anne came to me in prison
before she went to Australia,

and told me that child was dead.

Your sister wished
to sever any connection

between her daughter and you
or anyone else,

so that the girl could grow up in peace,

and no one know her true identity.

But now, I would not have you make her
your heir unintentionally, so...

...I thought it right to tell you.

Do you see her?

I do.

And does... does your other niece, Mary,
know of her cousin?

I don't trumpet it abroad,
but...

...Mary knows
your sister's daughter well.

Better than I do.

And is my niece a good girl?

She's an excellent person in every way.

So, when can you bring her to meet me?

Well...

She's very busy.

Oh, she's a servant girl, is she?

Not exactly, but she does work hard.

Well, I must meet her.
I mean, I must make peace with my past.

I cannot promise it.

You cannot stop me, Thorne,
now I know that she alive.

I will find her, and I will tell her
who I am. That's my right.

Scatcherd, I'm not your wretched wife!

I say you have no rights
over that young woman,

and I will not be bullied
into acquiescence!

Have you taken the temperature
of Barchester, Moffatt?

Mr Cosset tells me we're on course.

Does he, indeed?
He's not afraid of old Scatcherd, then?

Sir Roger Scatcherd
has been ill for some time.

Cosset doesn't think
he'll make an appearance,

and if he does, it won't be impressive.

- You will canvass, though, nonetheless?
- Oh, yes.

Cosset's confident
he has good canvassers.

He should have asked Mr Gresham.

He seems to be better
than any of us at canvassing.

I would not mind Miss Dunstable's vote,
you may be sure.

Why? Does she have property
in Barchester?

Mr Moffatt, shall we take the time
to talk a little of our plans?

I really should work on my speech.

Of course. If you need any help...

Mr Moffatt!

Come this minute
and make up a hand at whist.

I hope my enthusiasm excuses
my lack of skill, Lady Alexandrina.

Not a bit.

At your first mistake, I shall rap you
on the knuckles with my fan.

You have been warned.

You know how Alexandrina loves to tease.

It doesn't mean anything.

Would you like a game of whist?
I could recruit Frank.

No! Don't disturb him.

Leave him to his work.

Hmm.

Why should Miss Thorne back off
from you now? What has changed?

My mother is quite against Mary,
that is clear.

And my father is no match for her.

They would rather you marry me.

Don't take it as a compliment.

If my bride was possessed
of 10,000 a year,

they wouldn't care
if she had horns and a tail.

Well, if you'll take my advice,
you'll be true to her.

If Greshamsbury is sold,
and I must take work as a lumberjack.

Well said!

Mary, I've decided
it's time that you knew everything.

I've told you that your father
seduced your mother.

I'm afraid there's no other word.

When her condition
could no longer be concealed,

she confessed it to her brother.

He was enraged on her behalf.

As any decent man would be.

He was decent, in his way,

but he was also strong and violent.

And one night, when he was in drink,

he came upon my brother,

and struck a blow...

...that killed him.

My father dead at my uncle's hand.

Is my birth to encompass every sin?

It wasn't his intention,
and the court knew it.

He went to prison, not for murder,
but for manslaughter,

and he served ten years.

Is the man who committed the crime
still alive?

That's why I've chosen to tell you.

I heard something about
him returning to the neighborhood.

- I fear it is in search of you.
- Do not fear it.

He is my mother's brother.
He has a right to know me.

He could be very rough in those days.

If he does contact you,
please tell me at once.

I will.

And thank you.

What for?

For showing me that Lady Arabella
was even more right than I knew.

I am no match for Frank,

and never could be.

And now, dearest uncle...

...goodnight.

Mary...

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