Original subtitles

Who is that girl?

Her name is Clara Dunn.

The Duchess tells me you've recently arrived in London.

Yes.

Can I take it from all this that you're serious about the girl?

Miss Dunn, would you do me the honor

of becoming Lady Trenchard?

I don't want to frighten you.

I'm not frightened.

I haven't always found life easy.

I've sometimes felt myself betrayed.

You've worked for the family for a long time, Mr. Enright?

Twenty-six years, Your Ladyship.

Enright.

Is my brother at home?

I read the announcement of his marriage.

I'd like him to know he's in my thoughts.

There's a doctor on the way.

Thank you for everything that you did, Miss...

- Dunn. - James Trenchard.

Did you say Trenchard?

- My sister is Clara Dunn. - Get him in!

I'm sure you appreciate why the Duke is determined

that Peter's illness should not become common knowledge.

No one will ever hear a single word about your past from me.

I want something on a larger scale.

The Marquise d'Etagnac.

She's one of the richest women in Europe.

We must talk further.

That woman is extremely important to me,

and you humiliated me in front of her.

- I didn't. - You ask me to trust you.

And this is what you do?

Clara, please...

No, no, no!

If you could step outside for a moment, Your Lordship.

I believe I know what you're thinking, sir,

but it was an accident.

Good morning, my dear.

If you say so.

- Same as usual please, Mawd. - Yes, Mr. Enright, sir.

She won't need much.

She's not feeling too well this morning.

What's wrong with her?

- She's not... - No.

- Is he back? - Not yet.

He should have said whether he'd need any breakfast.

What's taken him out at this hour?

Early business, I expect.

Aye, aye, what caused that then?

Bed been shaking the walls? Or is it a lovers' tiff?

None of our business.

Morning to you too, Mr. Fletcher.

I don't want it, thank you.

In my experience, no situation is improved

by going hungry, Your Ladyship.

You want your strength, don't you?

Is my husband in the dining room?

I believe he's out.

Must have let himself out in the night.

I'm sure it's nothing to worry about.

He was asking if I could

recommend a doctor who would be kind and discreet.

- Was he? - Hmm.

I recommended Dr. Ellerby.

I thought they seemed a little off when they left.

And they left so abruptly.

Ah, well, Frederick is Frederick.

If he wishes for us to know, he'll tell us.

Mm. I hope they managed to find Ellerby.

He's extremely reassuring.

Percy, the last time he was here,

Ellerby suggested that Peter might benefit

from seeing the other children occasionally.

I do wonder if he might not be right.

And Amelia is always talking about her brother.

He also spoke about some new treatments which...

I see, Dizzy is at it again.

Percy...

I do try to choose the right moment.

I know you do.

But there never seems to be one. Because there isn't one.

Is there a right moment to talk about the whole future

of one's family line collapsing in shame?

Sorry, Mary, but let's not, okay?

Percy's morning rule,

nothing which won't keep.

Some silver. Thank you.

Fine morning, Your Lordship.

- This foundry? - Abercrombie's?

Does it produce only iron?

I believe so. I know it's been here a long while.

Is it possible for an iron foundry

to expand in order to produce steel?

The steelworks project which failed

has nothing to do with this place.

I'm aware of that. I'm asking if it's possible in theory.

If it is, it would be a more economic proposition,

would it not, than building an entirely new works?

I expect they often sit side by side.

The steel needs the iron, after all.

It would certainly be a bigger project

than we've looked at before.

I reckon there'd be no end of problems, though.

Would they want to expand?

Would we be able to undercut Sheffield...

Factors. Not problems. To be considered and dealt with.

Look into it.

Begin by finding out whether it's even possible.

And I want to know why the last project failed.

A report by this evening, please.

I have an investor in mind.

As you wish, Your Lordship.

Come in.

I wish to apologize.

My behavior was... absurd, and I would say unforgivable,

but I'm hoping you can find it in your heart to forgive me.

- It was as much my fault as... - It wasn't.

I should never have spoken with the Marquise,

and I shouldn't have rushed on the stairs...

It was my fault. Entirely.

When I think of what might have happened...

I hope you aren't in pain?

I'm not.

A slight headache.

The things I said about not needing you, please forget them.

- Frederick... - Forget them and forgive.

Excellent, James.

Freddie, now.

Come here then.

Show me what you've got.

Please excuse me. Miss Dunn?

Reverend Trenchard. I hope this is convenient.

- I asked at the church. - Of course.

I'm glad you've come.

How is our poor girl?

Uh...

Physically she seems a great deal better,

but I fear her spirits are very low.

Hmm.

She still hasn't spoken.

- So, we have no idea who she is? - None.

I played a game with her this morning,

trying to guess her name.

- Oh. - Making outlandish suggestions.

I hoped it might amuse her into telling me what it really is.

Like Rumpelstiltskin?

Yes.

Yes, exactly.

No, no, please don't.

I thought that you'd like to meet Miss Dunn.

Miss Dunn was the first person to run to your aid.

Yes. You gave us all rather a fright.

But I'm so glad to see you on your feet again.

You must tell us how you came to be near the church.

Are you from this parish?

Thank you, Mrs. Warren.

I'm sorry, this is a dreadful question,

but do you think it's possible that she...

Stepped into the road intentionally? Yes.

I'm afraid it did appear that way.

We must do everything we can to make her understand

how precious she is to the Lord.

Indeed. We are all God's creatures.

I still can't credit the coincidence

of you being Lord Trenchard's brother.

I expect we shall see each other

at the house in Eaton Square sometimes?

Thank you.

- Are you often there? - No.

I haven't received an invitation yet.

I suppose that's what happens

when one lives in a grand house in Belgravia.

One forgets everyone else exists.

I'm not entirely sure what to do, Miss Dunn.

She... She can't stay here indefinitely.

- Propriety forbids it. - Absolutely.

She can't stay here...

with you, being a single gentleman and...

But what's the alternative?

The poorhouse?

If no one comes forward to look for her, what else can I do?

It breaks my heart.

Oh.

Oh, go. Just go!

Oh, dear.

I swear it is more bone than fish.

I don't know how you can bear to eat it.

As you've said so many times, she's hopeless.

If only it weren't so difficult

to find good people in need of a position.

- I mean I-I really... - Mother...

- I really think anyone... - You're right.

That is the most brilliant idea.

Anyone would be better.

Mother, you are a genius.

The Doctor's coming, Your Ladyship.

The one that was here the other night.

I don't need him. Ask him to leave, please.

I'll see to this. Thank you, Mr. Enright.

Uh, Lady Trenchard says she has no need of you, sir.

She thanks you for your concern.

I would rather see Her Ladyship

and make quite sure she's recovered.

With a blow to the head...

Well, she's eating and drinking. She's out of bed.

She says she feels perfectly well.

I'll see you out of the back door, sir, if you don't mind.

Actually, I do.

Good day.

Look at the mess she's left.

Oh, well, the new girl will have to clean it.

She won't. I shall do it.

I won't have the Reverend Trenchard

thinking we're taking advantage or that we're slovenly.

Oh! No, indeed,

especially now we know that he is family.

Mother?

When the Reverend comes,

would it be possible for you not to talk?

- Not talk? - Except to say, "How do you do?"

Of course I must talk.

Oh, I swear, it was my idea, after all.

Not talk...

You aren't leaving? I should have come down sooner.

I have some urgent business today.

I'm glad to see you looking well.

I'm fine. Completely.

Can I come with you?

Um...

No. Of course not. Sorry. I understand.

But I'll see you at dinner, I hope?

Yes.

I received a note from Lord Trenchard this morning.

- A business proposition. - Well, that's him.

Never one to let the grass grow in such matters.

Have you known him for a long time?

Several years. Family connection.

He's a solid fellow. Clever, too.

- You're sure of that? - Absolutely.

His grandfather was a first-rate businessman,

a favorite of Wellington's.

His father, less so, but Frederick was determined

to follow in the family tradition.

He has no need to make money, of course.

He's certainly trustworthy. - Thank you.

It is my instinct always, before I make decisions,

to be sure of who I am dealing with.

Quite right.

I hope you don't mind my receiving you in here.

The renovations. You understand.

It was the habit of Marie-Antoinette

to receive guests in her boudoir.

A long time since I've seen a lady's boudoir.

Apart from the Duchess's, of course.

Good day, Madame.

Good day. And thank you again, mon ami.

And he says, "Because she only comes when he whistles."

You like that one, do you, Mawdie?

- It's funny. - Why's that then?

It just is. All your jokes are funny.

My greatest admirer, aren't you, girl?

Clear them away now, please.

I, um, I thought I'd come and see where you all work.

It seems strange to live in a house and not know what...

What goes on below, Your Ladyship?

Mrs. Enright, I would like

to discuss the menus with you for next week.

Are you unhappy with what I've been serving?

No. Not at all.

I believe it is a regular practice.

I remember my mother doing so with our cook in Hampshire.

In the drawing room, perhaps, Your Ladyship?

Her Ladyship wishes to do it here,

so perhaps Mrs. Enright could fetch her notebook.

The drawing room will be fine if you would prefer. Thank you.

Doesn't she have a right to be

in whichever room of the house she chooses?

It is not regular practice in this house for...

But you've never had a mistress here, have you?

His Lordship certainly wouldn't want her upsetting.

Who's upset her? I haven't.

That's enough.

Thank you.

That must be your reverend!

One moment!

I'll be down!

I shall open the door!

Oh! No, no, no, no, no, no...

What a very pretty place you have here, Mrs. Dunn.

Thank you. Well, we're beginning to feel more settled.

It's nothing of course, compared to what we had in Hampshire.

Oh, the most charming house

which looked out across a valley.

Oh, really?

Dreadful!

Oh! Oh, oh, good afternoon, my dear.

The vicar... The vicar sends his apologies.

Poor Mr. Bart has taken a turn for the worse,

and the dear Reverend James has rushed to his bedside.

Oh.

Would you care for some tea?

Oh, yes, thank you.

Perhaps you could come and help me?

I'm sure this is all going to work splendidly.

You know, it really would help if you could tell me your name.

Or shall I make one up?

- Nell. - Nell?

Nell.

Nell.

You may tell the Reverend Trenchard,

we have our first miracle.

And what color is the ball?

- Red. - That's right.

Clever boy.

Have you thought any more about

the possibility of more company for him?

Within the house, I mean.

We might consider it.

And how old was he when he had his first seizure?

He was four.

And before then, were there any signs of any worrying behavior?

He was sometimes a little... distant.

Mm.

I used to think he was sad and wonder why.

May I ask a question, in confidence?

- Of course. - Did I do something

when I was carrying him, which damaged him?

I'm quite sure you didn't.

It is a nightmare.

There's nothing like it in either of our families.

We live a clean and healthy life.

I don't...

Ah, my dear, uh, this is Dr. Ellerby,

who I've spoken to you of.

- Your Grace. - Yes. Jolly good. How do you do?

It's a family business.

Uh, according to my contact,

it's plagued by infighting amongst the board

which is holding it back.

No outside investment, never has had.

They produce wrought-iron.

They've begun to look at pig iron,

but that's as far as they've got.

And with steel, you are looking at the Bessemer process?

- Securing a license? - Yes, Madame.

But I understand the process is flawed?

It was. But with one,

or ideally two Bessemer converters running,

it takes only 10 or 20 minutes

to convert five tons of iron into steel.

Before Bessemer, that would have taken a day,

and the steel would have been brittle.

You would require more space, I assume?

If we're running two convertors, certainly.

We'd need to purchase the warehouse there.

I can't see any difficulty with that,

if we offer the right price.

I've requested a meeting with the board,

and it's set for next week.

Thank you. It has been enlightening.

In theory, might the proposal be of interest to you?

Because I'd like to meet the board with...

Perhaps.

Please keep me informed of your progress.

I admire your ambition. It matches my own.

How is your enchanting young wife?

She's well, thank you.

And happy?

Ah, le marriage.

A puzzle, is it not?

You found a rare treasure, Frederick.

May I call you Frederick?

Clara... she is not an ordinary girl.

She has the strength to be honest.

You should trust her.

She may become your greatest asset.

Come to Glanville with me, Clara.

It's where I grew up.

Childhood home.

I think...

it's right that you should see it,

that you should learn to know it.

Will you?

Yes.

Welcome, Your Lordship.

Enright.

- Did you play out there? - Sometimes.

There's nothing interesting to be seen up here.

Is there not a nursery?

I'd love to see where you used to sleep.

Two beds?

That one was my brother's.

You have a brother? I didn't know.

No, we're not close.

He's younger than me. He entered the church.

What's his name?

James.

- Is it a large estate? - It is.

Everything you can see. And more.

The villages, the farms, the forest.

And it was your grandfather who first lived here?

Yes.

My grandmother designed these gardens.

It was my father who made it what it is today.

He put a great deal of work into it.

Perhaps we'll bring our own children here one day.

Raise them here, perhaps.

I can imagine it's a perfect place for children.

Come here then!

You will be astonished at how much you can bury.

Never, ever cry.

I almost pity you.

You see, what you need to understand,

is that you have a rotten core.

You have a bad soul,

which you can never escape from.

You are and always will be unlovable.

One moment.

Frederick?

Frederick?

My father died in this bed.

Were you here with him?

Were you able to say goodbye?

At the last, he wanted only James.

Why?

My brother supplanted me in my father's affections,

from the day he was born.

- He turned my father against me. - That's dreadful.

I try to remember a time before James.

I can't.

I try to think what my father might have thought...

of what I might have done to make him.

- Can you love me, Clara? - Yes.

You think I'm worthy? Worthy of your love?

Yes.

Yes, Frederick.

Darling.

What time is it?

Just after eight o'clock.

We missed dinner last night.

The servants must be quite confused.

I have a meeting with my estate manager.

It may go on for a few hours. Will you be all right?

I'll be fine.

I'll come back as soon as I can.

Lady Trenchard and I are to give a dinner on Friday.

There will be at least eight guests.

We hope you'll all work hard to make the occasion a success.

Mrs. Enright, we shall decide upon a menu together.

Yes, Your Ladyship.

Enright, please direct any questions to Her Ladyship.

Thank you.

I like authoritative Clara.

Blimey, they'll be dancing on the table after this lot.

Hmm.

If that fails to impress her,

well... then I'd venture her interest isn't sound.

I have no reason to believe that's true.

Thank you, Ross. You've worked hard.

Lady Trenchard.

This is Mr. Ross, my business manager.

How do you do?

Honored to meet you, Your Ladyship.

And may I extend my sincere congratulations

- on your recent nuptials? - Thank you.

Your Lordship.

She's younger than him, isn't she? And prettier.

You could be talking about me, Mr. Ross.

Oh, a recipe for a successful marriage, is it?

I'm sure of it. They seem happy,

especially since they went to Glanville.

- Ah. What happened there then? - Who knows?

Well, he's in a better mood, I'll say that.

And if it gets him off my back...

Hmm.

And when will I be seeing you on your back, Mrs. Enright?

You're a tease.

You're a devil. Let me get on now.

Good day to you, Mr. Enright.

- How are you, Frederick? - We're both extremely well.

I haven't seen you since you sent to me for...

Yes.

- I hope the matter was resolved. - It was. Thank you, Duchess.

It... It meant a great deal that I could turn to you.

You have an elegant house, Clara.

Thank you. There's still a lot I'd like to do.

But I'm learning to love it.

You have changed. I can sense it.

He has opened his heart,

and now you are happy. Am I right?

Frederick is everything I hoped for in a husband. More.

This makes me very glad.

The last time I saw him I encouraged him to be brave,

to trust.

I think it worked, yes?

Yes. I think it did.

At which point, poor Henry sneezes.

The shot hits a tree...

rebounds and hits him in the foot.

It was a freakish accident,

and young Archie Grosvenor, he says, um,

"Bless you!"

Ah,

Henry always was a liability with a gun!

I hope he recovered.

Yes, he's... he's still standing.

On one leg, presumably?

I'm afraid guns and hunting

have lost their charm for me,

when one becomes the quarry, you know?

Ah, yes.

But I'm still happy to eat the result.

Disgraceful, the destruction wreaked

by those blighters in Paris.

To think of the Palais des Tuileries

being burnt to the ground.

And where did it get them? Nowhere.

Early graves and good riddance.

I confess to a little regret.

I could not embrace, naturally, the cause of the Communards,

but when people have a dream

for which they are prepared to die,

does it not stir one's soul?

Well, we must wish la belle France a peaceful future.

La belle France.

La belle France.

I witnessed an accident recently.

A young girl walked out in front of a carriage,

- right in front of me. - Oh, dear.

- Was she badly hurt? - Quite badly.

But the vicar from the church I attend

rushed out and rescued her,

and he has since made himself responsible for her welfare.

Oh.

She has come to us as our servant.

What an extraordinary story.

Though her scones leave a little to be desired.

Hopefully, she will improve.

Yes, um, but here's the most extraordinary thing.

It turns out that this chivalrous clergyman

is your brother, Lord Trenchard. - Oh.

The Reverend James Trenchard.

Well, well.

- So, this is St. Jude's? - Yes. In Chelsea.

- Not so very far from here. - A great coincidence.

He explained that he was unable to be at your wedding.

Otherwise, we would have met.

Yes. My brother's devoted to his flock.

Prior engagements. A pity.

My maid was hit by a wagonette once,

on the Brompton Road.

I've had the carriage brought round.

Thank you, dear. Thank you. Ah.

Thank you for coming.

It meant a lot to us to have you here.

Oh, well, this house is... is quite wondrous.

- I'm very proud of you. - Thank you.

I'll come and see you more often now, I promise.

I miss you.

Well, you know where to find us.

The Reverend James Trenchard.

I hope I'll meet him soon. You like him, I think.

I mean, you think highly of him?

Yes.

Humility and gentleness...

not to mention other qualities.

I like everything about him.

A full outline of my proposal,

including an account of my meeting with the board,

which went exceptionally well.

Thank you.

Forgive me for combining business with pleasure.

Is there any other way?

I was hoping I might call on you early next week,

- to discuss how we can proceed. - Perhaps.

I will read your proposal with interest.

A delightful evening.

I'm sorry about Emily. It must have been a shock.

I didn't realize James lives so close by.

You were extremely gracious. I was proud of you.

It's you.

You make me strong.

- Come to bed. - Hmm. Soon.

Peter!

Oh, Peter!

Peter! Go on! Peter!

Peter!

Go!

He's there.

Giovan Lucca, it will be nothing.

Reviens.

Hello.

My name's Clara.

I'm really glad I've met you.

I'm not very brave when I'm out alone.

- What is your name? - Peter.

I think I've seen you once before, Peter,

in Belgrave Square.

Will you hold my hand so I'm not afraid?

Lady Trenchard. Forgive me.

Hello, Peter.

Should he go back to Belgrave Square?

Ah, yes. That's a good idea.

I've brought you a new book. It's very funny.

I think it will make you laugh.

Shall we go and read it?

Thank you.

His family will be extremely relieved and grateful.

The Rochesters?

It was lovely to meet you. Enjoy your book.

Goodbye.

Lady Trenchard?

I called in on you again.

Yes, I know. Thank you.

You were very kind, but as you can see, I'm quite well now.

You seemed unhappy... that night.

And I know it's not really my place to say...

No, it isn't,

and nor does it seem quite professional, I must say,

to comment on something which is none of your concern.

I felt it that night,

what you were thinking, and you were wrong.

Then forgive me.

You know nothing about me or my husband.

You know nothing of what he's had to deal with.

Please stay away from us.

Oh!

Good heavens.

Has something happened, ma'am?

No. Nothing. I needed some air, that's all.

I hope you weren't seen!

The propriety of His Lordship's house... it...

It's paramount.

- I hope you understand... - I know that.

Kindly speak to me in future,

Your Ladyship, if you have need of anything.

As a matter of fact, there is something you can help me with.

Does His Lordship's brother ever call here

and try to see him, perhaps?

Why do you ask, Your Ladyship?

Does he?

I do have some understanding of the situation.

Was there a time when they were children when...

I think there must have been a time when...

there was affection between them?

Surely?

Whatever you think you understand, Your Ladyship,

I fear I need to warn you that you don't.

Some things are better left well alone.

And some are better mended.

Not this.

I'm sure you wouldn't wish to bring trouble upon His Lordship.

Of course I wouldn't.

His happiness is my only concern.

Then we are in agreement.

Yes. Thank you, Enright.

Your Ladyship.

James...