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- Good day, Doctor.
- Good day.

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Now, here's a thing.

What is it?

A letter from Sir Louis Scatcherd's
London man of business.

What does he want?

Sir Louis plans another visit
to Boxall Hill.

Apparently, he wants
to take a look at Greshamsbury.

He cannot do anything
without your permission, surely?

Not yet.

But his 30th birthday
is in a matter of weeks,

and the fact is he already owns
the house and much of the estate.

So he'll force them to sell up?

Or buy out their interest which
he could do between luncheon and tea,

and not notice the difference.

You cannot refuse to receive him.

No. He must come here.
I'll write and invite him.

It'll give me a chance to put the case
on the Greshams' behalf.

You'd better warn the squire.

Will you walk up this afternoon?

I wonder. I haven't been there
since you were banned.

Good day, Doctor.

- Thank you.
- Doctor Thorne.

Doctor Thorne.

- Won't you come in?
- Yes, I hesitate.

I shouldn't like to give the impression
that all is forgiven and forgotten.

For me, there is nothing to forgive.

But we couldn't say
the same of your wife.

Then why are you here?

Sir Louis Scatcherd is on his way
back to Greshamsbury.

He wants to take a look
at the house and the estate.

Does he? With a view to what?

He may have a design to live here.

And you cannot stop him?

Not for long. It's his 30th birthday
in two months' time.

So, we have come to the end at last.

Well, I just wonder
if there isn't a chance

of appealing to his better nature.

Does he have one?

Well, who knows?

I have some sympathy for him.

I do not think that being the son
of the great Sir Roger Scatcherd

was the easiest start on earth.

I may yet be able to win him round.

So I've invited him
to stay with me in Greshamsbury.

We're clutching at straws, Thorne.

But I suppose you had better
bring him up for dinner.

You mean I should accompany him?

Of course.

I doubt it's "of course"
for Lady Arabella.

She wouldn't be happy
to think I was standing here now.

Why would he want this house
when he's got that great Gothic pile?

I think he has a notion
that Greshamsbury Park

is a more gentlemanly place
than Boxall Hill,

and he is a great gentleman,
is Sir Louis Scatcherd.

Who are those for?

Frank! Why are you in Greshamsbury?

Are you sorry to see me?

I never could be,

but your exams
are less than a month away.

You should be working harder than ever.

Don't worry.
I'm only here for the dinner tonight.

My father wanted me
to greet Sir Louis Scatcherd.

I'm glad the doctor will be present.

I hope he will be.

It's not quite decided.

Beatrice asked for you to join us,

but it may be safer to focus
on Sir Louis for now,

and on you and Mama another night.

I heartily agree.

Here you are, Mrs Thompson.
Don't worry about the plates and bowls.

- I'll be back to collect them.
- Thank you very much.

I have a note for your uncle.

And with one inside of it
for Sir Louis from Mama.

That's very sensible.

Here you are, Mr Barnes.

- I'll be back for the plates tomorrow.
- Thank you very much.

Are there any wedding plans yet?

Yes, and they're all secret.

Even the date?

We'll choose a day
not long after you take your exams.

My uncle will talk to Lady Arabella.

If it were up to me,
we'd elope to Gretna Green.

It'd be much less trouble.

That's why we won't leave it up to you.

Oh, look. Your guest has arrived.

I better go.

If people knew the sacrifices
I have been called upon to make,

there would be a new Gospel
dedicated to my sufferings.

Still, if Sir Louis can feel himself
befriended by the Gresham family,

it would only do good.

Mr Gazebee has been inspiring us
for our efforts at dinner.

He seems very convinced
of Sir Louis's dominion over us.

Then I'm afraid he is quite right.

And there's the gong.

Time to prepare for battle.

- What can he be doing up there?
- Dressing, I suppose.

- He's been doing it since he got here.
- Perhaps he's gone to sleep.

Maybe you should go up and wake him.

If you wish. I'll take the letter.

Thorne! There you are, Thorne.
I'm just on my way down.

I was only coming to see
you've got everything you want.

Here's a message for you
from Lady Arabella Gresham.

She repeats her invitation for tonight.

I am going.

Even if they can't pay me
the money they owe me.

Are you invited to dinner tonight, too?

I am. I hadn't meant to accept,
but I've decided I should.

Mm. Now...
Where's Miss Thorne?

- In the drawing room.
- I'm looking forward to greeting her.

Ah... Miss Thorne.

Je suis enchanté.

Where is my uncle?

He's gone up to change.

- He's going with you, then?
- Mm.

I am glad.

You know, I wonder if I might
take advantage of his absence.

Well, you see, I...

I've thought about you
while I've been in London.

I've thought about you a good deal.

We've thought about you.

I wonder... if you might reconsider.

It would not be the first time
a lady has changed her mind.

Sir Louis...

Now, I have offered you
a great position, Miss Thorne.

I know it,
and I am honored, Sir Louis,

but, you see, things are...

Right. Are you ready?
The fly's at the door.

I am pleased you're going, Uncle.

- I know you'll both enjoy it.
- I'm sure I will.

It's time I saw the place
if I'm to live there.

Sir Louis, I pray you won't be hasty.

Of course, you would say that,

when you so favor Mr Frank Gresham.

I love them all,

and I think you will love them, too,
as you get to know them.

Is that what you think, Doctor?

It's what I hope.

Hmm.

Well, well.

We'll find out by the end of tonight,
won't we?

Hm.

Sir Louis Scatcherd
and Doctor Thorne.

Dear God, it is worse than I thought.

Thorne, you are
the best fellow breathing.

I have hardly deserved this. Thank you.

Don't hurry your hellos
to the doctor, Mr Gresham.

I am only a baronet, after all.

We are honored to have you here
this evening, Sir Louis.

I was curious.

We have never met before, but I've often
read your name in my accounts.

Good evening, Lady Arabella.
I hope I find you well.

Not really.

Allow me to introduce...

Good evening, my lady. How do you do?

Tolerably well, thank you, Sir Louis.

I should have paid a call on you sooner,
but I've been in London.

Ah.

Was Your Ladyship in London this season?

No, not this year.

Circumstances have kept us at home.

I am very sorry.

To be short of funds
must be so... distressing

for a person like Your Ladyship.

Let's hope things are mending,
for both our sakes.

Do you hunt, Sir Louis?

Depends what I'm hunting for.

I gather you and your sister
are both unmarried, Miss Gresham.

Well, my sister is engaged to Mr Oriel,
but I suppose I am.

I can see I shall have to watch out.

Watch out for what?

An unmarried girl in pursuit
of a rich baronet.

We've needed you, Sir Louis,
to shake us up in our country ways.

I think I saw Your Ladyship today,

- in the village, taking a ride.
- I never ride.

In your... your one-horse
carriage, I mean.

I was delighted with the way
you whipped him up round the corner.

Good-looking country round here.

Yes, very.

I hardly know which I like best.

This, or my own place at Boxall Hill.

You have the advantage here in trees,
but as to the house,

you'd hardly know the place now,
Lady Arabella,

if you haven't seen it
since my governor bought it.

How much do you think he spent?

Well, guess, my lady.

I never guess.

Hm, I'll tell you,
because I like to be precise.

It cost £22,419,
four shillings and eight pence.

It's a tidy sum.

Eh, my lady? Isn't it a tidy sum?

Lady Arabella?

It certainly is... a tidy sum.

You parsons have the luck.

You get the beauty and the money, too.

Though not too much of the latter
in this case.

Poor Mr Gresham.

He's been a fool.

He's... muddled his matters
most uncommonly.

And what do you think he owes me?

Well, have a guess. Give me a sum.

I must go.

Well, the parson
seems a bit peaky.

Maybe he's not too sure
about marrying your sister.

But he's got his own money, hasn't he?

You know, if she's short
of a bob or two.

He has more than his bare living.

Yes, Sir Louis.

Enough to survive the radicals
when they shut the church down.

No land, though, I suppose.

There's nothing like land,
is there, squire?

Nothing like dirty acres.

While I've got your ear, squire...

...don't let's get bogged down
in lawyers, like Mr Gazebee here.

I beg your pardon?

No, I-I only mean
that we're all totted now.

Squire, I have you down in my books

for near on £100,000, and I...

Will you hold your tongue, sir?

What, hold my tongue?

Don't tell me to hold my tongue.

I am not the fool you think me, Doctor.

Nor you, Mr Gresham.

I know what I'm owed,
and I know when I can call it in!

Right down to the last penny!

Perhaps we should join the ladies.

No. He cannot join the ladies,
not in this state.

The rest of you, go. I'll wait
for the fly and take Sir Louis home.

- I'm always happy to see the ladies.
- Apologize to Lady Arabella.

What for? What's the matter with her?
I think I'll go through.

No, sir. You will stay here.

By what right do you speak to me
in such a tone?

Mr Gresham, please go to the others.

I knew what he was, and I am heartily
ashamed for bringing him here.

Thorne, we will wait
for the fly together.

And don't worry.

I've seen a tipsy man before tonight.

You should get started.

The train will be in at three o'clock.
Take Beatrice with you.

How can Aunt De Courcy help?
Frank's mind is made up.

He won't be talked out of her now.

I agree with you.

There is no further point
in talking to Frank.

Then why is she coming?

Mayn't I entertain my sister-in-law?

- Lady De Courcy is full of ideas.
- Isn't she just?

And doesn't she like to share them?

Perhaps we ought
to set her on Sir Louis.

Hmm.

Don't speak that man's name
in my presence.

- Where is he now?
- Boxall Hill.

Beatrice says he never went back
to London after that frightful dinner.

- How does she know?
- Mary Thorne told her.

There's another name
I had rather not hear spoken.

Honestly, Mama, what with
the Thornes and all the Scatcherds,

we shall have to talk in dumbshow
if you keep this up.

Have you ordered the carriage?

I am glad to see you, Aunt,
but I don't see quite what you can do.

I may be useful. You never know.

What about you, Alexandrina?
Are you going to be useful, too?

My cousin is making a mistake,
but I have not much to add to it.

When is Frank
coming back from Cambridge?

Later today. He's finished there.

Now I understand the urgency.

Can you explain what you mean?

All in good time.

Ah, here we are.

I don't know what to say to him.

He's in such a rage
against the Greshams.

Master Frank, in particular.

He rants and raves,
and drinks worse than ever.

I'm sorry to hear it.

He can harm the Greshams,
if he's a mind to.

I fear he has.

He's instructed
that scoundrel Winterbones

to sue Mr Gresham for the money,

and it's to begin
the day after his birthday.

Do we know the cause of his fervor
to be rid of us,

when he has no need of the money?

That's where I feel some responsibility.

I encouraged Mary
to stay at Boxall Hill,

when she had been dismissed
from this house.

I fear it allowed Sir Louis to...

To fall in love with her.

He's quite as passionate
in his desire to make her his wife

as Lady Arabella was to be rid of her.

Then the fault is shared.

We were the ones who made the village
uncomfortable for poor Mary.

And now we are
to have our just deserts.

How he must hate us.

His anger against Frank is very great.

What's this?

Ah, my boy.

You arrive at a melancholy hour.

It would seem that on the very day
of Sir Louis Scatcherd's birthday,

he will call in the debt.

But what has that to do with me?

If he wants his money back,

what am I to do with that?

- It is not quite so simple.
- He's in love with my niece.

I cannot blame him.

He thought his offer
would be irresistible.

And now the chance
to render his rival

penniless and landless
is equally compelling.

I see. Then clearly I must call
on Sir Louis Scatcherd.

I don't believe
there'd be anything to gain.

Why, Doctor?

You say yourself
that he's in love with Mary.

If any man living
can understand that, it is me.

If you insist, then I'll go with you.

But I do not share your optimism.

I hear Frank and Mary
are to marry at once.

So Frank says. He's quite set on it.

Has Lady Arabella
begun to accept the situation?

No.

- She must have come round at last.
- You don't know my mother.

But they cannot change their minds now.

She cannot hope they will.

She will hope they will
until they leave the church.

Is there no one
who might convert Lady Arabella?

Not Mr Gresham?

Papa is the very last man
who could convince her of anything.

Mr Gazebee has a way with Mama.

Really?

Oh, yes. Mr Gazebee is quite marvelous
at managing her.

He's blessed with such tact.

So, everything in the garden is rosy.

The Countess De Courcy
and the Lady Arabella Gresham.

Is your uncle not at home, child?

He sent a message.
He has gone to Boxall Hill.

It is just as well,
since it is to you we wish to speak.

You know how fond we are of you.

Mary, can we not put an end
to this ill feeling?

It all depends on one thing, you know,
and one thing only.

Miss Thorne, do you consider yourself
engaged to my nephew?

Yes. I do.

Let me ask you this.

Do you seriously imagine you and he
can ever be husband and wife?

Yes.

So you are set on holding poor Frank
to a word casually given,

but now as binding as hoops of steel.

And this family must lose
its home and position,

and Frank is to forfeit the future
that he has been brought up to enjoy.

And I suppose you dare call that love.

We both know
Frank thinks he is honor-bound

to throw away his future.

Only you can give him back
what his life might have been

by withdrawing from the field.

You know what I say is true.

Is the woman who prevents a man
from ruining himself

the one who truly loves him

or the woman who holds on to him
through thick and thin,

cost what it may?

How dare you come here
without an invitation?

I invited them, Louis.

At least I'm always pleased
to see them both.

It's my fault.

- I wanted to come.
- Why?

Because I cannot bear
to be the cause of my family's ruin.

You are not the cause.

Your father's debts are the cause.

You would not treat him
with such harsh measures were it not...

Say it.

Master Frank is only trying to...

Say it!

He thinks your decision
may have something to do with the fact

that he is marrying my niece.

Well, why shouldn't he marry your niece?

Or any other girl who's not afraid
of life with a beggar?

I don't see why we must fall out.

Do you not?

When she takes the nothing
that you offer her

over the... the everything
that I laid at her feet?

Miss Thorne appreciated the care
you took of her, Louis.

Silence!

You unnatural woman,

who prefers this... this wolf cub
over your own child!

Indeed, I do not!

And you, Doctor Thorne, my guardian,

who was so very anxious to guide me,

but who couldn't control
the sneer on your face

when I... when I told you of my plans.

I didn't sneer. I did not think
you would suit each other.

Not suit?

To take the niece of a country doctor

and make her the equal of...
of any lady in the county? Not suit?

I'm sure Mary was very conscious
of the honor you paid her.

- Oh, was she?
- But she and I...

We've grown up together.

We've known each other
since we were children.

Well, you've not known me.

Not any of you!

There's no Gresham or Thorne

who would call themselves a friend
of Louis Scatcherd!

Sir Louis, there is no man living

who understands more clearly
the pain you're feeling.

No, no, no. No pity!

No pity! I forbid it!

I will not let you pity me!

I-I-I will not!

- Joe, fetch my horse!
- Right you are, sir.

Joe, come back!

You're in no state to walk,
still less to ride!

I warned you not to stop me!

Now look what you've made me do!

Oh, my Louis!

I'll find her and get a proper answer!

Mama is back from her errand
with Aunt De Courcy,

but they are still
very tight-lipped about it.

I don't at all know
why we were sent for.

I thought the question
of Frank and Miss Thorne was settled.

I cannot help you.
Mama has been most mysterious.

No doubt we'll find out soon enough.

I might as well just say it.

Mr Gazebee's asked me to marry him!

What?

He came to me yesterday evening
before dinner.

He told me he felt the warmest love,

the most profound admiration
and the deepest respect.

Did he, indeed?

He was quite honest.

He owned that his ambition
was to ally himself

with a family above his own rank
as a way of advancing himself.

- He wishes to enter Parliament.
- Does he?

I never thought Mr Gazebee
was in need of a wife.

I never thought that before this moment.

I think we should be happy.

And were he to enter Parliament, there'd
be no end of things for me to do.

Interesting things. Worthy things.

It would be a full life.

I'm sure it would,

although I would not have thought
the wife of a politician,

condemned to watch him
scramble up the greasy pole,

much to be envied.

So you do not approve?

Augusta, think.

Do you honestly believe Papa would
receive an estate agent for a nephew?

Lord De Courcy
has always been very kind to me.

And he is fond of you,

but there are limits for a man
used to the etiquette of the court.

You mean because Mr Gazebee
works for his living?

You say he's an honorable man,
and so he is,

but so is Mr Scraggs, the butcher,

or the man who cleans the billiard room.

They're clearly not dishonorable.

Does that mean they're fit
to dine at the high table?

So I must refuse him?

My dear, I did not agree
with Mr Moffatt,

but he at least possessed
a large fortune.

What have we here?

I know what I must do.

Thank you, Alexandrina.

Take a horse from the stables,
ride to my house,

tell Mary what's happened.

I'll bring Lady Scatcherd home with me
in the carriage

- and send it on to Greshamsbury.
- Will she want to leave Sir Louis?

He will not be Sir Louis then,
but only a shell of what he once was.

- You think there's no hope?
- There's none whatsoever.

His lung was punctured in the fall.

His struggle will soon be over.

A sad death to end a sad life.

I wonder if his words were true
and I failed in my duty towards him.

You did your best.

Sir Louis Scatcherd was damaged beyond
repair before you laid eyes on him.

Even so, I should have done more.

I could have done more.

Doctor!

- Come quickly!
- Go. Tell Mary everything.

Doctor Thorne!

Rest, Sir Louis, I beg you.

Will you do something for me?

- I'll do anything you ask.
- Only this.

Please tell Miss Thorne...

...I-I-I hope I didn't offend her.

- She thought me a buffoon.
- I'm sure she did not.

No, she did. She did.

But tell her...

...I didn't mean to be offensive.

If I misjudged, it was not deliberate.

Please don't talk anymore.

Save your strength.

But for what...

...Doctor Thorne?

For what?

Come and sit by the fire.

Mary will have
your room done in no time.

How proud you must be of her.

I am, Lady Scatcherd.

Before you go up,
I want to take advantage of her absence

to talk about something
which may be painful.

I'm in so much pain now,
a little more will make no difference.

Very well.

I hope you can forgive me...

...but... do you know the next heir
to Sir Roger's fortune?

No. Sir Roger never told me.

You know his sister Anne had a daughter
before she left England?

Of course I knew.

She wanted me to have her.

But that was before I went
to nurse Master Frank,

and I was struggling
to feed myself and Louis.

Do you know what happened to the baby?

She died.

So Anne told Sir Roger.

Huh...

How did you get this?

I knitted this shawl.

Oh, and I gave the medal
to Anne's child for luck.

"I, Anne Scatcherd,
give my baby daughter, Mary,

into the charge
of her late father's brother,

Doctor Thomas Thorne of Greshamsbury."

But that was?

Me.

I'm the man that gave the child shelter.

Sir Roger's and Sir Louis's heiress

is Mary Thorne.

Mary?

Oh, but did Sir Roger know it?

Yes. He knew she was his niece.
He gave her his blessing.

Then... I think I can bear the pain.

Janet, where is my uncle?

Please, let's say no more.

Dear Lady Scatcherd,
I'm... so happy to see you here.

Everything's ready
if you'd like to go upstairs.

Janet will take you,
and I'll be in to say goodnight.

Thank you, my dear.

Thank you.

If you'd like to come with me.

Was it very terrible?

It was pitiable. It was more pitiable
than you could know.

I bore him no ill will.

May he rest in peace.

And now we must do
everything we can for his mother.

Hmm.

Uncle...

I had two visitors while you were away.

From Lady Arabella Gresham
and Lady De Courcy.

The Countess De Courcy in this house?
Heavens!

I've decided to give Frank up.

What?

Please don't argue with me.

I was persuaded I was being selfish
in holding on to him.

My dear,
Lady Arabella and Lady De Courcy

are a pair of snobbish,
selfish old crones.

That may be true,

but that does not make
everything they say untrue.

When will you tell him?

I told him this afternoon

when you sent him with news
of Sir Louis.

- How did he take it?
- He refused to accept it.

But that will pass.

And he will be free to do his duty.

I doubt that.

I won't change.

I think you will.

Come on.

We'll take a new look
at things tomorrow.

Hm?

So, Sir Louis is dead,
and we are cast adrift again.

But I pity him.

That's not my only reason
for coming here this morning.

Lady Arabella and her sister-in-law

paid a call on Mary yesterday.

Oh, dear.

Before I tell you the substance
of their conversation...

It is not hard to guess.

Maybe not.
Look, will you answer me one thing?

What is your real objection
to the union of Frank and Mary?

Simple. What would they live on?

So, if that difficulty were got over,

you would not refuse your consent
because of Mary's birth?

I do not believe that I am entitled
to refuse my consent, anyway.

But if you are asking, then no.

You did not, after all...
object to Miss Dunstable.

There is no point in pretending that
money does not wash away many sins.

Well, then, I am happy to tell you...

...that Mary's sins
are washed quite clean.

What?

The £100,000 owing
on the Greshamsbury estate...

Don't remind me.

...belongs to Mary Thorne.

So does Boxall Hill,
and much, much else besides.

I would say that her fortune
is approaching half a million pounds.

I don't understand
what you're telling me.

Mary is now in possession
of Sir Roger Scatcherd's money?

She is.

Her mother was Sir Roger's sister.

You must tell Lady Arabella.

Say I sent you in to treat her,
and then tell her the news.

I will.

This is very surprising.

Mr Gresham asked me to look in
and see how you are.

Please do not trouble yourself.

I am sure you have more than enough
to concern yourself with.

Lady Arabella is very tired.

I spoke to Mary before I came out.

Oh, yes?

She has taken your advice
and given Frank up.

She has?

Really?

Then Doctor Thorne,

we have no further need to quarrel.

Thank you for this news. Thank you.

What a sensible girl.

She is a credit to you.

I confess I am sad they're not to marry.

Maybe, but Mary's good sense
has taken her to the right decision.

No, I'm sad because...

...I should have liked Greshamsbury
to be saved.

I do not understand you.

- To me?
- To you.

Anne Scatcherd was your mother.

You are Sir Roger's niece
and Sir Louis's first cousin.

But do you mean Boxall Hill is mine?

Boxall Hill and Greshamsbury,

and plenty more besides.

Plenty.

Does Frank know?

I have told the squire
and Lady Arabella, so he'll know by now.

A carriage has arrived, Doctor.

That's sooner than I was expecting.

I suppose Lady Arabella
is eager to make amends.

How shall I face her?

You don't have to see her at all.

Oh, yes, I do.

Hm.

Mary.

Dear, dear Mary.

How do you do, Lady Arabella?

My daughter, my child,

my Frank's own bride!

Can you forgive me
my anxiety over my son?

- Lady Arabella...
- I know how it is.

You judge me that I fought
like a tigress protecting her cubs.

But would you not fight
to defend your child from the storm?

Very possibly.

Shall I rend my garments
and throw myself down into the dust

to show you my remorse?

Mama, if you would stop
your gushing for a moment,

I believe Mary is entitled
to a word on the subject.

- But I wish...
- Hush, my dear.

Frank is quite right.

Mary, we have behaved very badly
towards you in the past,

and there is no need for you
to pretend otherwise.

That's all over now.

I will not criticize a mother
for loving her son,

but I hope you will not criticize me
for loving him, too.

Of course,
now that we are no longer engaged...

What?

We broke it off
after you begged me to do so.

Oh, no! That was before!

Frank, what are you thinking of?
I order you to marry this charming girl!

You order me to marry Mary, Mama?

As I always would have, if only
circumstances had been different,

which they now so happily are!

Quiet, Bell. You have got off lightly.

Let us leave Mary and Frank
to settle things between them.

I'll see you out.

- But...
- Shh, shh, shh.

I don't understand.
Are they not to marry?

Will you follow your mother's orders?

Very willingly. If you'll allow it.

I had intended to go away.

To help you forget me.

That would never have worked.

I should have pursued you
to the ends of the earth.

But now I won't have to.

No.

Now you won't have to.

That was an excellent wedding breakfast,
Lady Arabella.

We wanted to do things properly
on this happiest of days.

And so you did.

How lovely Mary looks.

A vision of youth and beauty.

Oh. Thank you.

Frank, we expect to see you both
at Courcy Castle

the moment you come back
from your wedding journey, hm?

We shall be there, Uncle.

And they have a wedding
of their own to celebrate.

Who's getting married?

You, Porlock?

No. Alexandrina.

She is to marry Mr Gazebee

in December.

I hope you don't regret your chance
to enter on the arm of the groom.

Certainly not, Doctor Thorne.

I'm happy where I am.

When will you return to America?

You think I should be done
with my husband-hunting, then?

Is it hunting or drag hunting?

What do you mean?

With you as the lure,

I sense plenty of excitement
in the chase,

but no chance of a kill
at the end of it.

While you prefer
to catch your quarry, Doctor Thorne?

I prefer a proper resolution,
Miss Dunstable, yes.

I hope you won't hold that against me.

On the contrary, Doctor Thorne.

Quite on the contrary.

Here's a happy ending for you,
Doctor Thorne.

Any number of happy endings.

Just as you like.

And I'm glad of it.

What do you say we take a turn around
the floor ourselves, Miss Dunstable?

I should be delighted, Doctor Thorne.

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