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How do you do, Miss Vincy?

I'd heard Miss Vincy was a musician,

but I did not expect such talent.

Best in Middlemarch!

You give me no encouragement! And I won't!

It would be a disgrace to accept a man in debt who won't work!

I'd love to see the antiquities, but only if you'd enjoy it.

I'd be far happier to help you with your research.

WILL LADISLAW: I don't know what I'll do. I'm not so brazen as you.

BELLS PEAL

'Are you going to the library again today, Edward?'

Yes. I hope when we get back to Lowick,

I can be more useful and

enter more into what interests you.

Doubtless, my dear.

Carp is wilfully, irresponsibly mistaken on Etruscan fish deities.

Isn't it time now to do what you used to speak of?

What?! Your notebooks.

Isn't it time to decide what part of them you will use for your book,

to begin to make your vast knowledge

useful to the world?

I can do anything - write to your dictation

or copy and extract what you like.

Surely, Edward, it must be time to expose your great theory

to the judgement of the world?

My love, I think you may rely upon me to know the stages of the work,

which is not to be measured

by the superficial judgement of ignorant onlookers!

My judgement was a very superficial

one...

It is ever the trial of the scrupulous explorer

to be saluted by the impatient scorn of chatterers,

who attempt only small achievements,

being, indeed, equipped for no other!

My judgement was a very superficial one.

What else could it be?!

You have shown me these notebooks and often spoken of them.

But I have never heard you speak of the writing that is to be published!

Those are very simple facts.

My judgement went no further.

I only begged you to let me be of some good to you.

HUBBUB OF A CROWD

VOICES IN THE CROWD SPEAK ITALIAN

If you had come earlier, you'd have seen him.

He's gone to the Vatican library.

And he stays there all day?

Usually, yes.

Please sit down.

HE CHUCKLES

Something amuses you?

Yes. I was thinking of when we first met at Lowick.

The figure I cut, when you savaged my sketch with your criticism.

Surely not. I know nothing of painting.

I suspected you knew so much that what you said would be MOST cutting.

That was really my ignorance.

You've been sketching here in Rome?

Yes.

So art is to be your profession? Mr Casaubon will be pleased.

On the contrary. I've made up my mind against it.

Oh? I have no genius for painting.

Things don't come easily to me.

I've heard Mr Casaubon speak of your want of patience.

Yes, I know Mr Casaubon's opinion. We differ. I was not comparing you!

Such power of devoted labour as Mr Casaubon's is not common. Quite.

A pity it should all be thrown away, so much English scholarship is,

for want of knowing the world. What do you mean?

Merely that the Germans have solved most of the problems

that for years have bedevilled English scholars.

Are you quite sure about this?

I regret it,

especially because of my feelings of gratitude and respect

towards my cousin.

'All your notebooks, all your volumes.

Isn't it time now to do what you used to speak of?

'Isn't it time to decide what part of them you will use for your book,

'begin to make your vast knowledge useful to the world?

'I can do anything - write to your dictation

'or copy and extract what you like.

'Surely it is time to expose your great theory

to the judgement of the world.

'Isn't it time now to do what you used to speak of?

'Surely it is time to expose your great theory

to the judgement of the world.'

And you received him in my absence?

He came to pay his respects.

To express his gratitude to you.

Doubtless.

Please don't be angry with me, Edward.

Mr Ladislaw has invited us

to see some of the studios of the religious painters here.

And you wish to go, no doubt.

Only if you do.

Please forgive me for speaking so hastily to you this morning.

I was wrong. I fear I hurt you and made the day more burdensome to you.

I'm glad you feel that, my dear.

But you do forgive me?

My dear Dorothea - who with repentance is not satisfied,

is not

of heaven nor earth.

You are excited,

and I feel the unpleasant effects of too much mental disturbance.

We shall speak no more of it.

APPLAUSE

My Lords,

Lady Medlicote, fellow citizens, as Mayor of Middlemarch,

I am honoured to welcome you

to the dedication of the new fever hospital,

built entirely

by public and private subscription.

And here I might mention

the singular generosity of Mr Nicholas Bulstrode.

APPLAUSE

The medical supervision of the new hospital

is entrusted to the care of Dr Lydgate,

who's volunteered his services gratis

in the furtherance of public health and the advance of medical science.

Hear, hear! Excellent!

The spiritual welfare of the patients

is in the capable hands of the Reverend Mr Tyke.

APPLAUSE

Should have been Farebrother. Hear, hear! Damned disgrace!

These are stirring times, my friends. Change is in the air.

Hear, hear!

And I for one, am proud to see our town so far advanced in reforms

as to make life better for us all.

A better life for everyone. Well said! And now...

Hear, hear! Yes! Well said, Vincy!

Progress and reform, the advance of science.

Excellent! New ideas about ventilation and diet...

Mr Brooke, if you wouldn't mind...

I do beg your pardon, Lady Medlicote.

APPLAUSE

You do me great honour

taking the time to view our work here, Mr Casaubon.

Oh, and Mrs Casaubon, of course.

This has been a most rewarding visit.

It's interesting to see so many artists at work.

Many of us live here.

Others, such as my friend Ladislaw, study for just a short while.

< Mr Casaubon, forgive me,

but I have been looking at you all morning.

A sketch of your head would be invaluable.

< I'll show you.

< St Thomas Aquinas.

Perhaps it is asking too much?

You astonish me greatly, sir.

But if my poor physiognomy can be of help for the good doctor,

I should be honoured.

That is, if the operation is not too lengthy and my wife does not object.

St Thomas Aquinas - what a happy thought.

Allow me.

Please. >

Come and look Ladislaw. >

I think it is perfect so far.

The colour is fine. It will just suit you.

Oh no, they're for my sister.

She's light-haired - very pretty. You don't seem to care for cameos.

I don't think them a great object in life.

I fear you're heretic about art in general.

I'd have expected you to be sensitive to beauty everywhere.

I should like to make life

beautiful! I mean, everybody's life.

All this huge, expensive art

that makes life no better for the world pains me.

The best piety is to enjoy it when you can.

It's no use caring for the world

unless you allow yourself to feel some delight in it.

I'm beginning to suspect you

of having some false belief in the virtues of misery.

I hope the work is progressing satisfactorily.

Magnificent.

Have not valuable books been written by scholars

who knew nothing of modern things?

They are still used. Why should not my husband's be valuable likewise?

It's no use NOW crawling after men

of the last century,

correcting

their mistakes. No-one cares.

The focus of interest has moved on.

How can you speak so lightly?

If it were as you say,

what could be sadder than

so much ardent labour all in vain?

I've made you think ill of me.

No, I...like you very much.

Please don't mention this to anyone again.

Promise me.

I promise.

I fear this may be tiresome for Mrs Casaubon.

Come here. That's it. There's a good boy.

Calm him down.

< Good boy, shhh!

So this is Diamond.

Well, I'm very disappointed.

Wouldn't have 'im as a gift.

I wouldn't touch 'im with a toasting fork. He looks a nasty brute to me.

Not him, sir. Only wants riding.

Lord Medlicote's man was looking for a grey.

Luck of the devil, young Vincy.

If you can sell him onto Lord Medlicote, you're a made man.

Diamond!

Steady! Fred, be careful!

Steady, Diamond!

AAGH! Right!

Is this your great bargain then(?)

Diamond!

Diamond!

I can't imagine who would buy a brute like that!

Fred, Mary's just been here. Morning, Mrs Garth.

You've missed her. Come in.

Fred!

You go out now.

I'll take 'em, Mother.

Go on! Outside.

We want to talk to Fred!

Go on!

Sit down, Fred. Caleb will be done directly.

Are Letty and Ben your only pupils now, Mrs Garth?

I'm at a low ebb for pupils,

but I've saved my purse for Alfred's apprenticeship.

All of £92. He can go to Mr Hammer's now. Mrs Garth...

Caleb wants him to have his chance.

He thinks he may turn out a famous engineer.

What? Fred, my boy!

You look poorly. Is anything the matter?

Yes, Mr Garth.

I'm afraid you're going to have rather a poor opinion of me,

but I can't keep my word.

I can't meet Mr Bambridge's bill after all,

and he's demanding immediate payment.

I pleaded with him, but he's iron.

I owe 160 and all I have...

..is £50.

Er... What do you mean?

Oh, I...I forgot to tell you, Susan.

I put my name to some bills

< Fred had run up with Mr Bambridge.

He was sure he'd be able to pay them.

Was he?!

It's come at a bad time.

I shall need everything we have in the bank.

< £110.

I suppose you've asked your father?

He wouldn't give me a penny.

It's clear what we must do.

I shall give you the £92 put by for Alfred.

And I'm sure Mary will have saved £20 by now. >

I shall certainly pay it all back, Mrs Garth, ultimately.

Yes, you will, ultimately! But boys can't be apprenticed, ultimately!

They must be apprenticed at 15!

'Tis my fault, Susan. I had no business signing that bill for Fred.

I suppose you have tried...

I've tried everything, Mr Garth.

I had no luck with the horse. I have no horse now. I came on Rosy's.

I hate having brought this on you.

There's no-one else I care so much for

and now you will always think me a scoundrel.

Well, Fred, you must ride over to Mary

and ask the child for what money she has.

I'm sorry.

15, 16...

..17.

One, two...

..three...

..four.

You may tell Father I have enough to cover the rest of your debt.

Mary, I can't bear this.

Yes, you can.

I'm so very sorry.

I'm sure you are now.

I didn't mean any of it.

I had such terrible luck.

When YOU have bad luck, other people suffer for it.

Mary...

What?

Do you hate me now?

I don't think well of you.

I don't think I could go on living if you hated me.

If I lose my hope of you, I...

..I have no hope at all.

I could never hate you, Fred.

You were my friend when I was little and have always been good to me.

You were happy to know me

even when the rest of your family put on such airs.

But I cannot respect yer.

Every chance you get you waste.

How could I respect yer?

I can't marry a man I don't respect.

I wish you were a better man, Fred.

THUDS ON CEILING FEATHERSTONE: Mary! Where are you?!

I want me chamberpot!

What the devil are you at, girl?!

Mother.

Why, Fred, you ARE pale.

What is it, dear? Whatever is the matter?

He's drunk, Mama. I feel rather odd.

You'd better send for Wrench. Stay here!

Pritchard!

Pritchard!

What is it, Dr Wrench?

Ah, slight derangement, that is all.

I apprehend nothing serious.

AAH!

AAH!

The system needs purging, I warrant.

A spoonful or two of Dr Wrench's black draft will suffice.

We'll have you riding the hounds in no time, young man.

Good day, then, ma'am.

Good day, Dr Wrench.

Thank you, kindly.

Steady!

What a mercy Rosamond saw you in the street.

Dr Wrench would not come, for all he'd made poor Fred worse!

You should have seen him in the night.

He didn't know his own mother.

Is he very ill?

You were right to call me in.

I'm afraid your son is in the

pink-skinned stage of typhoid fever,

and, unfortunately, he has taken just the wrong medicine.

Oh, Doctor. Is he...? Will he...?

Fred! Oh, Fred!

Dr Lydgate, save my boy. He has a strong constitution, Mrs Vincy.

I have every hope of his recovery.

He needs a nurse and constant

cold water.

I'll start him

on opium and alcohol immediately.

What a villain Dr Wrench is! You mustn't blame Dr Wrench, Mrs Vincy.

The symptoms may have been disguised.

Typhoid is difficult to diagnose.

Dr Lydgate, you must carry on attending Fred.

Yes, please do.

I'll explain matters to Dr Wrench. I'm sure he won't be offended.

Damned impudence! I've attended them for 20 years.

Now I'm made to read some damn lecture on symptoms, on prognoses.

It comes to something when they steal your patients... >

..from under your nose and scold you into the bargain.

This idiot's no better than a quack

with his foreign notions and his cant about cures.

How do we know what his bona fides are, eh?

He told ME, a coroner these 20

years,

that a lawyer is no better

than an old woman at a post-mortem.

He says a doctor should conduct

it.

- The man's an impostor.

He has degrees from Edinburgh and Paris, Wrench. He's a clever fella.

Damn sight too clever in my opinion, sir.

Bulstrode's fond of him.

They're a pretty pair - one all pride and principles,

the other all cant and holiness,

and both of them elbow deep in each other's pockets.

Good day, gentlemen.

Good day, everyone.

BULSTRODE: Well, gentlemen, to business.

The house surgeon has reported an outbreak of intestinal ailments

in the upper ward. >

DOROTHEA!

Dodo!

We've come to welcome you back from Rome. Oh, I missed you!

My dear, Rome has agreed with you, I see.

Ah, Casaubon, back on the blessed plot, eh?

This earth, this realm,

this England, teeming womb, you know, and so forth, eh?

How do you do, sir? Very well indeed.

But you're a little pale, Casaubon.

Don't be alarmed, my dear. English beef and mutton will cure that.

All very well to look pale

when you're sitting for a portrait of Aquinas - we had your letter.

Does anybody read Aquinas?

He's not indeed, sir, an author adapted for...superficial minds.

Ah!

Perhaps you should rest now. Perhaps you're right, my love.

Miss Brook,

gentlemen, you are very welcome here.

I appreciate your kind intention, but you will excuse me now.

Yes, of course, my dear man.

My wife, I'm sure... >

..will entertain you in the proper manner.

He's very tired.

It was an arduous journey.

Dodo, I can't wait to tell you any longer.

Sir James and I are engaged to be married.

Oh, Celia.

Oh!

Kitty! It was because you went away!

There was only me for Sir James to talk to.

That's wonderful.

I've gone on with the cottages, Mrs Casaubon.

I never doubted you would. I look forward to inspecting them.

I know the ones here are well managed.

Roberts, leave that one here.

Yes, Ma'am.

I brought some cameos, Kitty. ..Thank you.

I wasn't sure, but Mr Ladislaw advised me. Do you remember him?

Yes, he's an artist in Rome now. Not any more.

He is to return to earn his living with the pen.

Is he now?

Excellent.

That's just what we need now, d'you see? Young men with bold ideas.

Quite.

Oh, Dodo! They are exquisite.

Hah!

And welcome again.

PIANO PLAYS: Mendelssohn's "Song Without Words"

Oh. No, please.

Don't let me disturb you.

How did you find poor Fred today?

Er, he's still in a high fever, but he's...

..He's coming through it well. I'm anxious for your mother.

Oh, yes, poor Mama. I shall take her a little beef tea.

No, I've put that in hand. Will you let me hear you play a little more?

No-o!

You have heard the best musicians in London and Paris.

Nothing charmed me so much as the music you were playing.

Will you not play it again for me?

Very well.

I must go and see Mama.

The rain's stopped, ma'am.

Why don't you take the air while you have the chance?

A person could go mad, shut up here all day.

Thank you, Tantripp, but I have too much to do.

I may go for a walk later.

Oh, very well, ma'am.

Thank you.

I finished the copying you set me, Edward.

Is there anything I could do for you? Could I read for you, perhaps?

Thank you, no.

The weather's a little better.

We could go for a walk, or drive towards Tipton.

The air would do you good.

I fear that I do not have the time, my dear.

I have begun work on a new pamphlet.

Edward, do you not think that today we could begin work on your book?

Dorothea!

If I were first to copy selected passages from your notebooks?

I have told you, I am busy with this.

Have you received any comments

on the last one about the Etruscan mysteries?

Not as yet, no.

By the way, Dorothea, here is a letter for you.

It was enclosed in one addressed to me. Thank you.

It's Mr Ladislaw. What can he want? Read the letter, if you please!

Though I may as well say I shall decline its proposal -

to pay a visit here.

I trust I may be excused

for desiring an interval free from distraction,

especially from guests

whose vivacity makes their presence a fatigue.

Why would I wish for anything that would annoy you?

When have I ever put my own pleasure

before yours! You are hasty.

YOU are hasty in your suppositions about my feelings!

I have not the energy nor leisure for this debate!

BOOKS THUD TO THE FLOOR

What happened?!

Lean on me, Edward.

What is it?

What's happened?

Edward?

Do not distress yourself unduly. He's breathing comfortably now.

He should sleep for some hours.

But will the illness return?

Come.

I'm afraid it's very difficult to say in these cases.

It is essential that he should not strain his nervous powers at all.

I would advise you not to tell him of the seriousness of his condition.

Increased anxiety can exacerbate disease of the heart.

Please speak plainly, Dr Lydgate.

I cannot bear to think there might be something I didn't know.

I shall speak absolutely plainly.

He may have another attack within days...or weeks.

It could result in death.

On the other hand, he may live for five, ten, even fifteen years.

You mean, if we are very careful?

He should try to moderate and vary his occupations.

He would be miserable if he had to give up his work.

He's been labouring all his life and looking forward.

He minds about nothing else.

And I mind about nothing else.

Help me, please!

Tell me what I can do.

I wish I could have spared you this pain.

It was right of you to tell me.

Thank you for telling me the truth.

To be sure, my dear, you cannot possibly receive young Ladislaw now.

I shall be happy to write to him. An interesting young man.

I could possibly help him myself.

I know the Middlemarch Pioneer's in need of a new editor.

I do not think he should come here at all. Whatever you say, my dear.

But can we forbid him if he wants to come?

However, I'll write as you suggest.

It's a shame. Young men with ideas -

I like 'em uncommonly well!

Uncle, did you understand what I said?

Yes, yes, my dear. Yes, of course. You're absolutely right.

FEATHERSTONE: I have no need of him!

He says he won't see you.

How delightful.

I'll be able to spend time with you.

Have you time to spare? You know I do.

Please sit down.

I've just seen your old play-fellow.

Fred?

Oh, tell me, how did you find him?

He's weak and very sorry for himself,

but he's out of his delirium now...

..and Lydgate is confident he's turned the corner.

So he'll soon be back to his horses and gambling.

- Rather like me, Mary. - Yes.

You're two very bad characters.

Your only difference is Fred loses and you always win - at every game.

Except one, perhaps.

No, I'm glad Fred's on the mend.

Thank you, Mr Farebrother.

Good.

Good.

Truly? On the mend.

If I can see my boy strong again...

..perhaps master of Stone Court, and he can marry who he likes then.

Not if they won't have me, Mother.

How can you say that? Everyone thinks the world of you!

Not everyone. Some people have more sense than you do.

This is a very interesting story here. I've marked the place for you.

And, er...

Oh, this is a capital bit of verse.

I'll mark that for you, too.

MR VINCY: It was the ace of hearts!

I think my Ned has set his heart on Miss Vincy.

I wish it could be settled soon.

Yes, indeed. Though I'm afraid she often has notions of her own.

She was raised in such a thoughtless manner.

Her mother has a levity which makes me anxious for her children.

It is pride in Miss Vincy, for sure.

No young man is good enough for her, it seems!

I think Mrs Stephens is much like you.

Do you think so?

Her back is very large, I should have thought.

Ah! But I didn't say she was as beautiful as you are.

Oh, Mr Plymdale! I suspect you of being an accomplished flatterer.

< No, indeed, Miss Vincy.

In fact...

What a latecomer you are! I'd almost given you up.

MISS VINCY: I'm glad Fred is feeling better. Yes, he's going on well,

but slowly.

Good evening. How are you?

Oh, I never vary.

Dr Lydgate has been our guardian angel during Fred's illness.

MISS VINCY: Pritchard, may we have a cup of punch for Dr Lydgate, please?

Why do you laugh so profanely?

I don't know what's sillier - this engraving or the accompanying text!

It's really splendidly idiotic!

There are many celebrated people...

..writing in that keepsake

at all events, sir.

I've NEVER heard it called...

..silly!

Excuse me.

Vincy, play the game.

I was distracted for a moment.

(..Lydgate...)

(I'll just go and have a word with him.)

THEY WHISPER

Do you not see that you have given offence? What...?!

Mr Plymdale's book? I'm sorry! I didn't think.

You're like a bear -

you don't know your own strength or your power to hurt.

Do you remember when you first came here, you said you were a bear,

who wanted teaching by the birds.

There's one bird I'd willingly be taught by.

And tamed?

Dear, oh dear! I nearly missed that!

Rosamond, your Aunt Bulstrode is here.

Good morning, Aunt.

Rosamond... Mr Bulstrode and I have heard something about you

which surprised us very much indeed.

That you are secretly engaged to Dr Lydgate.

No, I am not engaged, Aunt.

How is it everyone says so? It's the town's talk.

The town's talk is of very little consequence.

Dr Lydgate is clever and useful to your uncle,

but it's a poor profession.

He's not paid for his work at the hospital,

and you are not in a position to marry a poor man.

You've no fortune of your own.

Now, Rosamond...

..Mr Plymdale is a nice young man, I've always thought,

and an only son, and the heir to a great business.

Would you give your heart to a man without a decided prospect?

I shall never give my heart to Mr Ned Plymdale.

And Dr Lydgate is not a poor man. He has very high connections.

I see how it is, my dear...

..you have engaged your affections without return.

No! Indeed, Aunt, I have not!

Rosy.

Rosy.

Mama.

ROSAMOND SOBS

How's your new hospital?

Everything I hope for. You must come and see.

I wouldn't want to put Tyke's nose out of joint so soon,

but I might take you up on it, one day.

I was thinking of looking in on Vincy. What about you? Not tonight.

My patient will survive without me. I've neglected my studies lately.

You will be lashed to the mast!

If you don't want to be won by the Sirens, you're wise to be cautious.

I'm in no danger there, I assure you.

Rosamond Vincy is an enchanting girl - sweet, docile...

..full of grace and delicacy.

If I were thinking of marriage,

I'd snap her up this instant. But I'm not.

I need to establish myself properly

before I look for a bride.

In my experience, if a man likes a woman that much,

his bachelorhood will depend on HER resolution.

Very good. But not true in this case. No? Absolutely not.

In five years' time I want a wife. Do you know my real passion? What?

Medicine, science, knowledge.

If I could reveal the primitive tissue that underlies all life -

you, me, Rosamond Vincy...

That's what excites me, Farebrother.

Have you told her this? No, of course not.

She's a woman. You don't talk about primitive tissue with a woman.

"I very much regret these circumstances, Mr Ladislaw,

"as I was looking forward myself to making your closer acquaintance.

"I... have been thinking of taking a more active part

in the political life of the county,

"and to that end, I am acquiring one of the local newspapers.

"I should have welcomed

"the opportunity of consulting you

in this matter.

"If you are anywhere near the county,

"I would be most happy to welcome you as my guest,

"when we might discuss matters

"very much to our mutual advantage."

Ah, Dr Lydgate!

Sorry I'm late.

Not at all.

It's good of you to spare the time.

May we talk as we walk?

What are your intentions...

..towards my niece, Miss Rosamond Vincy?

My intentions?

I suppose they are to continue a very pleasant acquaintanceship.

And nothing more?

Nothing more.

May I suggest to you, with the very greatest respect,

that a man of your ability should hesitate to engross the attention

and endanger the marriage prospects of a vulnerable young girl.

I have not the slightest intention

of engrossing Miss Vincy's attention,

nor endangering her prospects.

Then may I suggest that you moderate your attendance upon Miss Vincy,

and allow her other admirers

a little opportunity of engaging her attention?

You may suggest that, sir, if you feel it is your place to do so.

I do. Please, do not take offence.

You know I think highly of you.

I think you will concede

I have already been of some assistance to you.

Yes.

Yes, of course.

I wish only to help you avoid a painful misunderstanding.

You should go fishing, Casaubon,

or have a turning room - make toys and table legs, that kind of thing.

Or get Dorothea to read to you - something light.

She may read what she likes

now she's married.

Smollett made me laugh uncommonly -

bit about a postilion's breeches.

In short, sir,

you recommend me to anticipate the arrival of my second childhood.

You heard Dr Lydgate himself say...

..fresh air will help you mend.

And the sooner you get to Stone Court the better. >

And YOU. Your uncle's weaker by the minute.

Dr Lydgate.

You have become quite a stranger recently.

Yes. Fred, as you see, is well on the mend

and there have been other calls upon my time.

Do you find Mrs Casaubon very handsome?

I suppose she is handsome. I have not thought about it.

No! I suppose that would be unprofessional.

How your practice is growing!

Oh, it's no wonder that you have no time for us.

I'd rather attend to the poor at the hospital.

One has to listen to less nonsense.

You must excuse me now.

I'm bidden to Stone Court and then the hospital. Goodbye.

Oh!

CHATTERING VOICES

FEATHERSTONE: Out, Solomon. Will you get OUT!!

SOLOMON: There's much to repent of, brother. The Almighty knows what.

Then he knows better than I do. Out, both of you.

When you lie speechless, you may tire of having strangers about you

and you may think of MY children.

I shan't think of any ofyou. I've made my will.Outyougo.Out!

Some people would be ashamed! This place belongs to others!

No, sister, we must be humble(!) Shall my mother and I leave, sir?

What? No! Sit down and stop where you are.

And, you two, out. Out! OUT!!

I'll be downstairs, brother. I pray that the Almighty...

OUT! Downstairs with you!

Ssh!

PIANO PLAYS: Mendelssohn's "Song Without Words"

Sorry.

LYDGATE: 'You call yourself a raw country girl...

'I've certainly found some charms in Middlemarch...'

AUNT BULSTRODE:

'It's a poor profession.

'Would you give your heart to a man without a decided prospect?'

'I've made up my mind to take Middlemarch as it comes...

'I'd rather attend to the poor at the hospital.

One has to listen to less nonsense...

'..nonsense...

'..nonsense...

'..nonsense.'

You did well to send for me, Mary.

He's a good deal weaker.

Dr Lydgate, what if he were to die now -

without his loved ones at his side?

Mr Vincy must come to him, but how? What are we to do?

Nothing easier. I'm returning to Middlemarch. I'll take word to him.

Oh, Dr Lydgate, that is good of you.

He's sleeping very comfortably now.

Oh, Dr Lydgate. Come in. Let me take your bag.

It's Dr Lydgate, ma'am.

I am come... I am come with a message for Mr Vincy.

He is at the warehouse.

Er, yes, of course. What a fool I am!

I shall go there directly.

SHE SOBS

What's the matter?

O-oh!

Please...

HER SOBS CONTINUE

Please tell me.

I'm so unhappy.

I've tried not to be, but...

..if I am never to see you,

if you do not care about me at all,

then there is nothing in my life

that is worth living for.

And you DON'T!

You don't care about me at all.

And...I...

Miss Vincy.

Rosamond, I...

Please don't cry.

Please.

Let me.

Then you DO...

..you do care about me after all.

More than anybody.

I want you to be my wife.

O-OH!

Oh, I'm so... I'm so happy!

I'm SO happy!