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Colonel.

May I beg a moment of your time later?

I have an important matter to discuss.

Of course, Captain.

What was so important?

I shall require his permission, Fraser,

if I am to ask for Miss Heywood's hand!

Look, Charlotte.

Do you suppose my captain is among them?

Your captain?

He is mine.

His letters leave no room for doubt.

And I am his.

How can you be certain,

after so brief an acquaintance?

I know he has the soul of a poet.

That he is handsome and brave;

a man who saved fifty soldiers from...

- ...drowning. - Drowning.

Yes, you have mentioned it.

But sometimes it is hard

to gain a sense of a man's true character.

One may form an impression, then...

hear something which counteracts it.

Charlotte?

Yesterday, Colonel Lennox told me

something deeply troubling about Mr Colbourne.

I don't know what to make of it.

You can surely trust the Colonel?

You returned late last night, my dear.

I had gone to bed.

Did you manage to settle matters with the Colonel?

Actually, I found him rather busy and surrounded by his men.

He invited me to join them for a - for a drink,

so, well, it hardly seemed the right moment to bring it up.

Perhaps I should have come, for moral support.

Yes, I rather wish you had, Arthur.

We can't let the poor shopkeepers

go unpaid for another day.

No. Quite right, my dear.

I shall summon the Colonel this morning

and demand that he does the honourable thing!

That's the spirit!

I don't understand why we had to run all the way...

I just need to speak to them, I need to speak to them first...

I've had word from my father's lawyer.

He's discovered what Sidney was doing in Antigua.

Not a word of this to anyone.

And you will keep an eye out

for anything that could be of use to me.

Of course, Sir.

The man claimed he was a relative of my father's.

He argued that because of my maternity,

I was unfit to receive my inheritance.

He questioned my moral character,

and that of my mother.

Who was this odious man?

We have yet to learn his name.

But mercifully his suit failed in the Antiguan courts.

If only because of your brother's efforts.

Dear Sidney.

If there is one relative who believes I am unworthy,

who's to say there won't be a dozen more...?

Then you must prove them wrong.

In how you live your life.

In how you conduct yourself.

You are suggesting the fault lies with me?

Were I white and a man, who would question my legitimacy?

I am afraid there will always be those

who will seek to undermine you, my dear.

We are merely asking you not to fuel the fire.

Has Dr Fuchs' tincture

had any discernible effect?

It's rather too soon to tell.

Oh, goodness me.

Ah. There is no sight more moving

than a new mother with her child.

So I'm told.

How is he?

Beautiful.

As well as the Denham chin

he appears to have the Denham voice -

not afraid to ask for what he wants.

I suspect he is hungry.

Indeed.

Martha!

I have given instructions

for the groundskeeper's cottage to be cleared.

It's been unoccupied for a few years, so it's a little damp,

but it'll do

until we find somewhere more permanent to put you.

It is kind of you to think of us at all.

And I would prefer you to be ensconced there

as soon as possible because tomorrow

is my annual garden party.

Much as it pains me to have my grounds trampled on,

it is the highlight of the season

Don't worry, Aunt. We shall remain invisible.

I'm glad we understand each other.

Ah.

Has anything come for me?

No. Still nothing, I'm afraid.

I am sure you'll hear from Lord Babington soon enough.

Mrs Wheatley?

What are you doing?

If your Uncle hears you -

It was he who unlocked it.

He who had it tuned.

Oh! Well...

that is unexpected.

But welcome.

Now we can have dancing lessons.

Yes!

I thought I commissioned a painting, not a sketch?

I have to discover who you are first,

before I can commit to the canvas.

Perhaps we could try you... seated?

I prefer to stand.

Of course.

As befits your position in Society.

Gracious!

I hope you are not shocked, Miss Hankins?

By no means, Sir.

Were Adam and Eve not naked in the Garden of Eden?

Baring all before God.

One might say this is the Lord's true vision of us!

Don't give the artist any ideas.

I am not asking you to bare your skin, Miss Lambe.

But to bare your soul.

You offer me Miss Lambe.

But I wish to find Georgiana...

You will address me as Miss Lambe

Here are some socks to keep him warm.

It is not like you to show me such generosity, Esther.

They are not for you. They are for George.

Since you lack the means to provide for him.

What does he want now?

The nurse only just fed him.

Martha!

Will you take the child for a walk.

I cannot bear that noise.

Or I could take him?

No. You are so stiff, I might as well be drawing Lady Denham.

Then perhaps you should.

I am looking for passion.

Emotion. Honesty.

Not some stale, lifeless rendering.

Tell me something true about yourself.

What?

Your childhood.

A happy memory...

Talk of your father... Your mother...

They are both dead.

What did you dream of last night?

That is none of your concern.

There. That is something.

Your mask slipped...

Come, Miss Hankins.

We are leaving.

...two, three, four...

Turn, one...

...two, three, four...

Good.

Four, and one, two, three, four...

One, two...

And a one, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight,

a one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, turn...

Mr Colbourne.

I was trying to teach Miss Markham the cotillion but...

...we need a gentleman.

No.

I won't be persuaded to dance, I'm afraid.

Not under any circumstances.

Augusta, I have decided that you and I

should attend Lady Denham's garden party tomorrow.

You have complained long enough

that you wish to be introduced to Society.

Well, here is your chance.

I shall also be attending.

Then my dread of the occasion has somewhat lessened.

But... but what am I going to wear, Uncle?

There are wardrobes full of your Aunt's dresses

in the East Wing.

Perhaps you might find something that fits you there.

I shall leave you ladies to your cotillion.

Is that my child?

You swore you had nothing to do with him...

Him?

I have a son.

May I see him?

Please, Esther. Even just for a moment?

Oh, but he is handsome.

There can be no denying that he is mine.

My son.

How strange it is to say those words.

Thank you, Esther.

Truly

CARTER!

It is done, Fraser.

I have the blessing of our Commanding Officer.

You can't do this.

Why not?

I love her. She loves me.

I have heard you say that before, more than once.

This is not the same, she's different.

But you are not.

You are the same Carter who fell in love

with all those other girls in all those other towns.

Can a young man not grow up,

and realise the qualities he requires in a wife?

How about the qualities a wife may require in a husband?

Such as honesty...

Fraser

You have wooed her under false pretences.

A little aggrandisement of my past.

Dammit man, you have lied to her!

Lies which will make no odds to our future happiness.

And if she were to find out?

And why should she have to?

He fell asleep in my arms.

Will you take him?

You can place him in his crib.

The only time I have seen you hold him

is in front of Lady Denham.

It's almost as if you were playing the role of mother,

for her benefit alone.

Just because I am not fussing

and cooing over him as you seem to be...

How can you not?

Look at him, Clara.

He is perfect.

If he were mine, I would never let him go.

Esther?

Don't you realise how lucky you are?

Do you know what some women would give to have a child?

And yet you barely even look at him!

When he was born, you wept.

Now I understand why.

How cruel fate can be.

This is an initial plan for the barracks.

You can see the quarters are more than generous

and the mess area - virtually a banquet hall!

Most impressive, Mr Parker.

Yes.

But, er...

that is not the only reason I invited you here, Colonel.

I am certain it's an oversight,

but evidently your company has been running up

rather a lot of credit across town.

The Mess Dinner, for instance, has yet to be paid for.

A sizeable amount!

Now we really can't have our shopkeepers

going out of business, as I am sure you will agree.

Come now.

Every gentleman has his debts, don't they Tom?

But it's rather bad form to bring them up.

Perhaps you might pour us a drink instead?

And tell me.

What of Miss Heywood?

Has she reconsidered her position with Mr Colbourne?

No.

I believe she is there even as we speak.

That is a great shame.

I hoped by now she might have seen sense.

It's the thing I remember best about my aunt -

her beautiful dresses.

She was always so elegant, but this, this is my favourite.

I remember her wearing it

to a ball in London with my mother and father.

And Mr Colbourne?

He rarely came to London with her.

He has always been solitary.

How do I look, Miss Heywood?

Like a lady.

I fear it won't fasten.

I am not as slender as Aunt Lucy was.

You are not wearing the right undergarments.

That is all...

Miss Heywood...

Do you think I am ready?

For what?

Society.

I know I can be ill-mannered and... and disagreeable.

What if I give a poor account of myself?

You won't.

I have every faith in you.

Anyway, it is your job to ready me for Society,

so if I am not, then the blame lies with you.

Although I'm almost certain my Uncle will change his mind.

I won't believe it until we are there.

Oh!

What are you doing?

This is my mother's dress.

So, in a way, this is like I am hugging her, isn't it?

Yes, Leo.

I suppose it is.

Such grandeur Lady Denham!

What a magnificent buffet table!

Yes. How typically generous of you this is.

Don't remind me.

If I dwell too long on what this is costing, I get palpitations.

- Lady Babington. - Afternoon my ladies.

Has your nephew arrived yet, Lady Denham?

He was not invited.

Oh dear.

I hope I do not detect some family discord?

Not in the least, we are as close as Cain and Abel.

Miss Lambe.

How honoured we are

to have the richest woman in Sanditon among us.

It is kind of you to invite me, my lady.

I insist that you enjoy yourself.

You must avail yourself of all the entertainments.

And the food, of course!

I had a cake made especially.

How thoughtful.

She must have forgotten the sugar boycott.

How unfortunate.

She didn't forget.

Try not to rise to it, my dear.

I think I spy my captain.

Why must Lady Denham be so spiteful?

She is trying to put me in my place.

She thinks me a hypocrite.

It is hardly hypocritical to stand up for what is right.

I am all too aware of the suffering my fortune represents.

That is exactly why I cannot stay silent.

Who is that man?

It is Mr Colbourne.

That is Mr Colbourne?

Are these gardens not magnificent?

Not as magnificent as the company

which adorns them.

But you do not have a drink.

We must remedy that at once.

He is always so attentive.

He reminds me of a puppy I once had...

What does it take to make a man so cynical, Captain?

Have you never known tender feelings of your own?

Absolutely not, I am a typical soldier.

Spartan.

Coarse.

Uncouth.

I suspect there is a beating heart

somewhere beneath that uniform.

You will search in vain.

There is someone.

I knew it. What is her name?

I cannot say.

Then tell me what she is like?

Oh she is a rare creature indeed.

Delicate yet strong.

Guileless yet wise.

But in truth, I am quite undone in her company.

And does she know of your feelings?

No no no.

No good could come of that, Miss Heywood.

Her heart belongs elsewhere.

Besides, I know she could never look on me with tenderness.

I believe the right person is out there for all of us.

Happily I have found mine.

Miss Heywood.

Mr Colbourne.

What an unexpected pleasure.

Lady Denham.

My niece, Miss Augusta Markham.

Oh, she is a pretty little thing.

I'd keep her away from the soldiers, if I was you.

I fully intend to.

I hope you are going to enter the Archery Competition.

Your late father won the Silver Arrow three years running.

I am nothing like my father.

Well, that is a relief.

It will save me a fortune in wine!

Miss Markham.

You look so elegant.

And you look nothing like a governess.

That is high praise indeed, coming from Augusta.

Lady Denham.

Oh, Colonel Lennox, you are most welcome.

Thank you, my Lady.

Are you having a pleasant day?

Very pleasant, thank you.

I've been very lucky with the weather.

I should congratulate you on a...

Please excuse me.

I am so glad the Colonel visited this morning.

I trust he agreed to settle the debts.

Well, he hasn't exactly said so, my dear, not in so many words.

Mr Colbourne.

Miss Heywood.

I wasn't aware that you and my governess were acquainted.

I would presume Miss Heywood to be a friend.

Would you indeed?

Hmm.

Excuse me.

You chose not to heed my warning, I see.

Is it not possible he has changed?

I very much doubt it.

But for your sake, I shall try to be civil.

May I come in?

Absolutely not.

Then, I shall have to say it out here.

Clara Brereton, will you marry me?

It was a mistake for us to come.

I had no idea you and that man were so intimately acquainted.

Whatever the history between you...

What do you know of our history?

only that there is clearly some animosity.

But if Colonel Lennox can have the grace

to set that aside for one afternoon,

surely you can do the same -

for Miss Markham's sake if nothing else?

Very well.

We will stay a short while.

But we shall keep our distance.

You have been refusing to acknowledge the child is yours.

What changed all of a sudden?

I became a father.

I do not want my son growing up a bastard,

in poverty, hidden away in some damp cottage.

I want to make him respectable.

If we marry, he becomes a Denham.

With you disinherited, he is the next male heir.

This is the kindest thing we can do for him.

For him?

And, I suppose, we would also benefit as a result.

You have not considered Esther.

Even if we were to marry,

the bulk of Lady Denham's inheritance

would still go to her.

Don't you worry about Esther.

I am taking care of her.

Did you know Charlotte,

that the Colonel faced Napoleon himself at Waterloo?

I hardly faced him alone, Mr Parker.

He can hardly be that intimidating.

I hear he only stands this high!

Yes, he was... diminutive.

But a shrewd strategist.

It must have been a bloody battle.

Battle is always bloody.

And yet there is the greatest humanity to be found in it.

For one must count on one's men.

Men such as Captain Carter.

I believe he fought by your side?

Captain Fraser you mean?

No, Captain William Carter?

You are mistaken Miss Heywood.

Captain Carter is just a boy.

He has not yet been anywhere near a battlefield.

Captain, would you take a shot?

Perhaps later.

My dear Alison, would you care to take a walk?

There is something I must ask you.

Of course.

Carter, the men are waiting for you to take up the bow.

You may have my turn, Fraser.

Ah, I am not half the archer you are.

I would love to see you loose an arrow.

Our walk can wait a couple of minutes, can it not?

Very well.

And then we will remove ourselves from this company.

He wishes to speak to me alone.

I hope I have not mistaken his intent.

Are you not happy for us, Captain?

Would that I could be, Miss Heywood.

And yet, my conscience compels me to urge caution.

I fear you are letting your experience cloud your judgement.

I understand your heart has suffered,

but that is no reason to doubt true love...

Can you call it true, Miss Heywood?

When he barely understands who you really are?

You are not this overly refined' girl you pretend to be.

You are a farmer's daughter.

You are saying a farmer's daughter

is not worthy of becoming an officer's wife?

I knew you were brutish, Captain.

But I didn't know you were heartless.

I know her weaknesses better than anyone.

The truth about Esther

is that deep down she believes she is unlovable.

So if she starts to believe that Babington had abandoned her,

she will lose all reason.

And our Aunt is not going to leave her money

to someone whose faculties are in doubt...

Babington loves her.

Why would he abandon her?

It is tragic, really.

Once he discovered she couldn't provide him with an heir,

he lost all interest.

He hasn't written to her in weeks...

- How do you know she - - I didn't...

though I had my suspicions.

But thank you for confirming it.

She doesn't deserve this.

She has been kind to me.

Your friendship is very touching.

But rest assured she bears no love for you.

All these presents and ministrations are about power.

Soon enough she will get bored, or worse - resentful

because you have something she so desperately wants.

Then she will push you aside, because it will be too painful.

She will want you out of Lady Denham's favour entirely.

Then where will you be, Clara?

This cottage... will feel like a palace.

I cannot be long, Captain Carter waits for me.

I fear Captain Carter has been less than honest with you.

What do you mean?

The Colonel said he was not at Bidassoa.

He said he has never seen battle of any kind.

Of course he was.

There were so many men there, the Colonel is misremembering.

I do not think so.

I know my William, and I know that he is not a liar.

You and Captain Fraser are just jealous of what we have.

I am not going to let two bitter loveless cynics

spoil my happiness.

- Alison, you cannot simply - - Three loveless cynics.

Alison!

Miss Heywood?

You seem... perturbed?

My sister will not listen to reason.

If she finds the truth inconvenient,

she just disregards it.

In my experience,

a young woman's opinion once formed, is very hard to alter.

It has been a decade

since I found myself at an occasion such as this.

I fear I have lost whatever social graces I once owned.

Perhaps you can remind me how to hold a conversation?

I thought you'd employed me to teach the girls, Mr Colbourne.

Not you.

I believe you have a rival.

For the archery competition, I mean.

Hmm...

Bravo, Miss Heywood.

Good shot Miss Lambe! Wasn't it, Charles?

I dare not disagree, given Miss Lambe is holding a mallet.

Charles tells me that your sitting

was less than successful...

To put it mildly.

The fact is, Arthur, you are entirely yourself at all times.

That is such a rare and glorious thing.

I know exactly who I am, Mr Lockhart.

I hardly need you to tell me.

Tremendous effort, sister!

Were the aim to propel the ball

to the farthest reaches of the garden,

you would be a clear winner!

Tom perhaps you should introduce me to Mr Colbourne?

Oh Mary, no.

The poor man is all on his own.

But Mary, I...

Mr Colbourne.

May I introduce my wife, Mary Parker.

Mrs Parker.

Delighted to meet you, Mr Colbourne.

Tell me, Mr Parker,

was it your idea to bring the military to Sanditon?

I cannot take credit for it.

But I happily agreed to it.

And in fact I am in the process

of negotiating a permanent barracks with Colonel Lennox.

Is that not right, Colonel?

Negotiating is rather overstating the case.

I have yet to be convinced

that permanent barracks are a good idea.

Take your hands off her!

He is trying to help!

- Augusta! - Augusta?

- Augusta! - Augusta!

Why did you lace it so tightly?

I wanted gentlemen to think me pretty.

I wanted to look womanly.

I know how foolish that sounds.

Being able to breathe is rather more important.

There is a gentleman who finds you pretty.

You must have noticed.

Colonel Lennox.

Yet...

I cannot tell if you welcome his attention?

It is time to cut my cake.

Mr Parker, I remember how keen you were to cut my pineapple.

Perhaps you would like to do the honours.

I regret that I cannot.

Oh...

You would offend your hostess

for the sake of this absurd sugar boycott?

When will we hear the end of it?

When every last slave is freed, my lady.

I know you believe me a hypocrite

because I am a beneficiary of the very trade

I seek to boycott.

But I cannot change the past.

All I can do is speak for those who cannot.

The fact is anyone who buys sugar

perpetuates this evil trade.

So if you are not troubled by the thought of men and women

toiling all day to harvest your sugar,

then by all means, enjoy your cake.

But I must decline.

Oh, this is absurd.

She is the very image of herAunt.

When she was in my arms, it was as if Lucy had come back to me.

My dear Alison.

There is a question I am burning to ask you.

Indeed, the rest of my life may depend upon your answer.

Then ask it.

Would you do me the honour of becoming my wife?

Yes William, the answer is yes!

Alison!

Alison!

Help, I cannot swim!

Take the oar!

Take the oar!

Help!

Alison!

Help! Help!

Help! Someone! Please!

Help!

Alison!

There is the passion that I have been looking for!

How I should love to capture your expression

at this very moment.

I assume you have a pencil, paper?

Always.

Very well then.

But not here.

I don't want an audience...

Why was it you?

Why did William not try to save me?

Colonel Lennox.

It is almost time for me to present the Silver Arrow,

and you have yet to take up the bow.

Will you not show your men how it's done?

With pleasure, My Lady.

We must find you a worthy adversary...

Mr Colbourne!

Would you consider some sport?

Will you take up the bow against me?

No. Thank you.

Oh, that is rather ungracious of you, Mr Colbourne.

Are you afraid that the Colonel might show you up?

Why will you not just address the matter?

What is this hold he has over you?

I've a good mind to speak to him myself.

No!

Er... Thank you, Mary no.

Better he and I resolve things ourselves.

I need to go and seek out Arthur and get another drink.

Oh, a fine start, Colonel!

Mr Colbourne, you will be lucky to match it!

I spoke too soon.

This will be a fight to the death!

Aunt.

Edward, what is the meaning of this.

How dare you turn up uninvited!

Forgive me, Aunt.

I couldn't wait a moment longer

to share my good news with you both.

Clara has agreed to do me the great honour

of becoming my wife.

You cannot swim?

You would have let me drown...

No! When Captain Fraser arrived, I was just about to dive in.

Stop! No more lies.

Charlotte was right. You were never at Bidassoa.

Were you?

Was he?

It is not my place to say.

Was any of it true?

My feelings for you are true.

You are nothing but a coward.

And I am nothing but a fool.

And you...

You knew, and you said nothing.

What are you thinking?

We are thinking of our son.

This will make him respectable.

Bring him security.

I grew up with Edward,

I wouldn't wish him upon my worst enemy.

If your concern is really for the child,

you should be pleased.

He will not be a bastard.

He may take the Denham name.

And the Denham money.

OurAunt will see through this sham, just as I do.

You have Edward quite wrong.

He is not the man he was.

He has become considerate.

Honourable.

Martha!

MARTHA!

Where IS she?

He needs feeding, Clara.

Then he will have to wait.

Your child needs his mother.

Don't you see?

I cannot be his mother.

All the things a mother is, I am not.

It occurs to me...

why should we men have all the fun?

I nominate Miss Heywood to take my final shot.

Thank you, Colonel.

But this contest is between you and Mr Colbourne.

I insist.

Mrs Parker, I cannot find Miss Lambe.

She is nowhere to be found.

Otis Molyneux.

That is who I dreamed of last night.

Who is he?

The only man I have ever loved.

It was him, who introduced me to the sugar boycott.

But we parted badly.

He let me down.

Perhaps that is why...

I am reluctant to lower my guard.

To let myself be seen.

So why do you still dream of him?

Because I have no one else to dream of.

Miss Lambe! We have been looking for you everwhere!

And now you have found me.

What are you so afraid of?

I am scared to let myself love him.

What it would mean.

For both of us.

Look at him, Clara.

Bring him close.

Offer yourself to him.

He will find you.

You are a better woman than you think.

You must make the tension tight, keep it strong.

This is not the first time I have used a bow.

Heavens!

Well played, Miss Heywood.

I am lucky to have you on my side.

Why should the Colonel gain an unfair advantage?

Miss Heywood, would you do me the same honour?

Colonel Lennox is the winner!

But I am not sure if this counts.

Never mind, Mr Colbourne.

You know what they say.

All is fair in love and war.

But then I have known both and you have known neither.

We are leaving.

Mr Colbourne!

You are not to spend another minute in that man's company.

That is not your decision to make.

You are my governess. I forbid it!

You might pay my wages,

but I am not yours to order about.

You do not own me!