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Four yards of the blue silk.

Blue! Why blue?

From now on everything
must be scarlet and black -

le rouge et le noir!

Mademoiselle Clemence!

But you are asking, "Mais
pourquoi le rouge et le noir?"

I answer, because of the passion
that has taken Paris by storm

and sweeps all before it.

Hazard!

France is giddy
with infatuation.

We play to see what
we will wear today,

who will we marry today!

What do you say, madame?
Will you hazard with me?

If you win, it is a blue.

If I win, you will
try the scarlet.

Sam, you are my good luck!

Call a number
between five and nine.

Seven.

Then I say

I will cast a seven.

Quelle malchance!

Sam, we lose. Madame
will take the blue.

But please, not four yards only.

Skirts will be very
full next season,

you have it from
the lips of Paris.

I'll take six yards...

of the blue and the scarlet.

And where can I get those dice?

Clemence?

At The Paradise, madame.
Only at The Paradise!

Moray, mon cher.

Not that I'm not
delighted to see you...

Why are you here?

Didn't you hear, darling?

I bring you the fever
that is sweeping all Paris!

You bring me dice that can
be bought at any French port

for five sous a piece.

And where did you
pick them up? Calais?

Paris was becoming
uncomfortable.

Oh, dear.

That doesn't sound good.

It is true what they say-

hell knows no fury
like a woman scorned.

Her tantrums and tears
were insupportable.

I wanted a change
of scene quickly.

Et voila!

Clemence, you are incorrigible.

These, these are clever!

How many did you bring?

As many as I could
fit into my valise.

I'll take them all.

Of course!

Now, tell me, how
are all my friends?

How is Denise?

Yes, she's very well.

She's...

She's, er, head of Ladieswear.

Oh, no, John. What has happened?

You and Denise, you
were made for each other.

We... she didn't
think that we could...

Actually, Clemence.
Do you mind if we don't?

Yes!

Please, Mr Moray, sir.

Mr Dudley says the
customers are asking for dice

and we have none.

And if this is one of
your famous schemes,

he wishes you'd told him first.

Thank you, Arthur. Tell
Dudley I'm on my way.

Right!

I thought you brave to
risk The Paradise for love.

But to wear such a smile
when your heart is all desolation,

that is true courage.

Pauvre enfant,

I could almost love you myself.

And you're sure it was her?

Mm. Large as life
and twice as French.

She's in with Mr Moray
now, if you want to see her.

I... have to get back.

I'm sure I'll find her later.

My feelings exactly.

Women - unfathomable.

She loves him, but
she won't go near him.

Whoa! You all right?

This place takes people
like that, sometimes.

Let's get the
weight off your feet.

Here.

Here.

Paradise...

It is paradise!

Not for everyone...

not for everyone.

Clemence!

I'm so happy to see you.

And I you, cherie.
But what is it I hear,

you and Moray breaking
each other's hearts. Why?

We do not want the same thing.

He wants you.

You want him.

Not in the same way.

I am his most prized possession.

You would be loved
as you yourself love.

Yes!

But what if that
is not possible?

Then...

I shall have to learn to
live with a broken heart.

It is her! It is!

Oh, will we all go out
again, like last time?

Just the girls to
the Three Crowns?

But without question!

We four et la
merveilleuse Myrtle.

But that is for later. Now,
I have a gift for Denise.

And not just for
Denise, for Ladieswear.

Whatever I tell them downstairs,

this is the true
vogue in Paris, today.

Rouge.

Only the very
boldest dare wear it.

But even those who dare not

buy it in case one day
they should find the courage.

But women who paint
their faces are not nice.

They work on the street.

Exactement.

So when Madame walks into a
salon with her face painted thus,

and her head held high,

she's telling the world,

"I am who I say I am, let
no-one else dare to define me!"

It is a gauntlet thrown at
the feet of polite society.

This is not Paris.

But if there is anyone who can
sell Paris here, it is you, Denise.

So these are not just a gift,

they are a challenge.

Your purchases will be waiting
for you at the parcels desk.

As to the hazard dice
you were enquiring after,

I believe they'll be
with us later today.

Hazard -

a few hours ago,
nobody's heard of the game.

Now...

I suppose that's the
thing with a craze, eh?

Eh?

Arthur! Arthur!

Arthur, find Mr Moray

and tell him to come
and tell him to come now!

But I'm helping Mademoiselle
Clemence with her dice.

The dice can wait. This...

cannot.

You were up early this morning.

I was woken by a caller.

A caller?

On a false errand.

The person he sought
does not live here.

But by happy accident I was able
to do some business with him myself.

Is that damson jelly?

Perfect.

Is that why you are
in such a jolly mood?

Sometimes, Flora,

life seems full of
possibility and promise.

Apparently Mademoiselle Romanis
has returned to The Paradise.

Clemence?

I thought her in France.

An impromptu visit, I believe.

I shall make sure
to give her your best.

Who is he?

I don't know!

He looked tired so
I offered him a seat,

the next thing I know he's...

What is it?

He's a sailor.

Yes.

But not an English
one, that's French.

And this is French
tailoring - the best.

Did he sound foreign?

I only heard him
say three words.

Mr Moray, sir.

A French sailor, with
a taste for fine tailoring,

and the annual salary of a
working man in his pocket.

Quite a mystery.

Er, Mr Weston!

Dudley told me.

I met him this morning.

He came to the Hall.

He'd been... misdirected.

Er, who is he?

He didn't give a name.

Imagine a small group of
customers, hand-picked.

Women who feel they can lead
fashion rather than be led by it.

Now imagine a
corner of Ladieswear,

dressed as a boudoir.

The woman who inhabits
it has just stepped out

and may return at any moment.

Her scent lingers in the air.

On the dressing table,
a bottle of perfume.

We imagine her
dabbing it on her wrists,

her neck...

There's an evening
stole, a fan...

..a dance card.

And in the middle,

a beautiful pot of rouge.

Beside it, a woman's
necklace, carelessly cast aside,

tangled and tumbled
with a man's cuff links.

Denise...

may I be excused to
get a glass of cold water?

I'm feeling awfully strange.

A glass of cold water?

A cold bath, more like it.

If that doesn't
sell it, nothing will.

The parish will take
him and bury him.

But because his
identity is not known,

it must be in an unmarked grave.

That's a pauper's burial.
That man had money!

An unmarked grave
in an unknown land...

I would not wish so
solitary an end on anyone.

Mademoiselle Clemence!

If he's recently
come from France,

she may have encountered
him on her journey.

She may even have met him.

Though perhaps it's not
proper to show a woman a...

deceased person.

Oh, I feel sure
Mademoiselle Clemence

would be equal to the task.

Don't you, Moray?

Non.

I've never seen
him before. I'm sorry.

Not at all, Clemence.

We appreciate your trying.

We could use his money to
buy a plot and pay for a burial.

A headstone can come later,
if his identity is ever learned.

Find somewhere to put him
until arrangements can be made.

Moray can't be expected to
share his office with a corpse.

I love the river when
it is like this, don't you?

All deep and still and quiet,

as if it were asleep.

Mrs Weston, have a
care. You might slip,

the ground is dangerous here.

I don't know what happened.

I was feeling faint
and the water...

I'm very grateful to you.

I've walked by that
river many times

when my thoughts
have been turbulent.

I walked there this
morning for that reason.

I fear I have...

..nothing.

Everything I had, I cast away.

It is lost.

You have the child.

I have her on sufferance only.

He can take her from me.

He will take her from me.

I have destroyed
everything I set out to protect.

I've hurt those that
I sought to shield.

I have become the harm I feared.

And yet today, you
were my salvation.

Then there is hope

for both of us.

My husband was a soldier.

He has suffered as
other men have not.

He has wounds...

terrible wounds,

his back laid open by swords.

And he bears this pain alone,

in secret.

I thought once
to be his comfort.

You make me believe such
a thing could yet be possible.

Mama, will you come? I
have made a daisy chain.

Of course, my darling.

Oh!

Only I do... I do
feel so strange.

Have you that grown-up
sickness again, Mama?

It is so long since
you had it last -

weeks and weeks.

Miss Clemence said we would
all go to the Three Crowns again.

And she asked for you by name.

- She never did!
- "Marvellous Myrtle" she called you.

At least, I think
that's what she said.

Well, if that is not cause
to crack out a party dress,

I don't know what is!

For a girls' night out
in the Three Crowns?

Who's going to care?

Excuse me! The girls will care.

P'raps I shall take the opportunity
to christen my new bustier.

God help us all!

Denise?

I know you don't sleep,
but if you don't eat either

you're not going to last long
enough to start selling that rouge!

I've had an idea...

about our French friend.

Edmund Lovett's shop.

We cannot put a corpse in a
man's shop without his knowledge.

Denise has the keys and
authority to act for her uncle.

Perhaps if you
were to talk to her.

Dudley!

Explain the situation!

She will help, I am sure of it.

The powder is so light,

it requires the softest touch.

A dusting on the lips

and on the cheeks...

Like the flush of love

or the first time you
looked in a glass

and knew you were beautiful.

The effect is...

lovely.

But it is impossible.

A painted face?

My husband would never allow it.

Perhaps, your husband
would not know.

He thinks such preparations
gaudy and brash.

But this is sweet and delicate

and gentle...

..like a kiss on your skin.

Denise,

I'm sorry to interrupt.

It makes no difference.
They weren't going to buy.

How can I help?

I have a favour to ask,
concerning your uncle's shop.

We do not know his name

or who his people might be.

But I wish for him to be buried

with the care and consideration
I would give a friend.

But until arrangements
can be made...

he needs a place to rest.

My uncle's keys are inside.

You could have come in.

Thank you.

We should at least try to find a
way of being normal with each other.

Denise, I...

It is hard for me even to
be near you, at the moment.

But to be in the same room,

to be so close

and not be able to touch you...

I will learn, I'm
sure I will learn.

Just...

not yet.

Jonas. I was
looking for you today.

You were not to be found.

I am sorry, sir. I will not
be from my station again.

Moray. I hear we have a hit -

dice.

Yes, yes, we've
already sold out.

There's a waiting list.

Hm, a fad. It'll be over
before it has begun.

But the gain to our
reputation will remain.

People are saying if you want to know
what London will be doing tomorrow,

look in The Paradise today.

Hm, very neat.

Perhaps you should have
that engraved on a plaque.

I was thinking perhaps a tattoo!

There she is!

Myrtle! Don't tell
me - a new bustier.

You look magnificent.

You see! Women dress for other
women because other women notice.

Oh, we shall have
a night of it, tonight!

It's women only,
lads! It is women only!

Small mercies.

Unless you'd prefer an
evening with the gentlemen.

I see one of them, at
least, has his eye on you.

This is what I give for an
evening with a gentleman!

Ils n'en valent
vraiment pas la peine!

I don't know what she's saying
but I like the way she says it!

So, what is it to be?

The Three Crowns and
perhaps a little dinner,

a little dancing?

Mademoiselle Romanis.

I wonder, might I beg
the favour of a word?

It is delightful
to see you back.

Oh, I am delighted to be back.

And delighted, I am sure,

to have escaped all that
unpleasantness in Paris.

An acquaintance of yours
called at the Hall this morning

under the mistaken impression
he would find you with us.

I had to disappoint him,

but we got talking.

He said he was...

Oh, what was the word he used?

Ah, yes, a sangsue -

a blood sucker.

Though I believe debt collector
is the more common term.

What do you want?

Oh, I already have what I want.

My debts? He sold them to you?

I'm only sorry he never got
to enjoy his ill-gotten gains.

What will you do with them?

Well, I thought we might
discuss that over dinner.

Of course, you will
have to tell your... friends

that you're now unavailable.

Tomorrow. Please.

But I am hungry now.

I am sorry.

I had forgotten a
prior engagement.

See, a bad mood
of this magnitude,

I'd normally say too much drink,

but seeing as your
evening was cancelled...

Four lasses stood up by the
same person at the same time.

You've got to hand
it to the French.

Stop it, Sam.

Oh, let him!
It's true, isn't it?

She made fools of all of us.

"That for an evening
with the men."

My arse!

I didn't like her anyway. I
think women should be more...

modest.

We don't know why
Clemence did what she did.

I don't think she looked
very happy about it.

She can look after
herself, that one, trust me.

Knows exactly what side
her bloody brioche is buttered.

And get that bloody French dice

out of my refectory!

I was wondering what your
plans were for this evening.

I'm dining out.

What a shame.

It has been so long
since we dined together.

Too long.

Do you remember, when
we were first married,

how you would send the
servants away in the evening?

You would sit by me
and pour my wine.

I do.

I do remember.

You were so tender,

yet so... withheld.

I thought I had a lifetime to
fathom the secrets in your eyes.

But then we came here.

And I learned the
secret had a name...

Moray.

And little by little I watched,

as his nearness turned
your tenderness to anguish.

I don't doubt you've endured
the destruction of your dreams.

We have that in
common, at least.

But do not...

do not insult the
hopes I once cherished

by trying now to resurrect

what you so
thoroughly laid to waste.

I have found someone
else to comfort me.

I no longer need you.

If only it weren't so red.

I think you'll find the
clue's in the name.

You're just going to have to
admit defeat on this one, Denise.

But it's gorgeous! It feels
like silk when you brush it on.

- It even smells divine.
- What's that?

Mm, otto of roses.

How do you know
it's otto of roses?

Otto of roses, white starch,
a bit of carmine for the colour.

I'm a cook.

I know what goes in most
things by smelling 'em.

My mother, now, she'd
a nose like a bloodhound.

Made her own preparations, too.

She'd a cream would
turn your skin to satin.

Face like an old boot,
God rest her, but to touch...

Oh! You have never
known anything so soft.

And do you know what
she put in these creams?

I know what she put in.

Just don't know how much.

Kept her quantities
close to her chest.

Myrtle, how do you feel about

a little after-hours
experimenting?

I've spoken to the undertaker.

The body will be
moved to Edmund's shop

and lie there until the
burial takes place, tomorrow.

You should inform Denise.

What? Why?

Because it's her uncle's shop.

Because she gave us the keys.

Because if the two of you could
only talk to each other... Dudley,

I know you mean it as a kindness

but to be always putting
us in each other's paths,

it is a torment.

I can't just stand by
and watch you suffer.

It'll get easier.

It is getting
easier, I can feel it.

You'll need the water hotter

if you want the
spermaceti to melt this time.

It's already burning my hands!

Beauty comes at a price.

Now the rose water and the oils.

Slowly...

Oh, and to think, I
could be at the pub.

Stop! Now into the cold water.

Perfect!

Not quite.

What are you doing?

The scent of roses
and the faintest hint...

of a blush.

Myrtle, you are beautiful.

Oh, you... I know, I know!

And before you say it,
I deserve every word.

But what if I told you
that tomorrow night

is my very last night of freedom

and that I have come to ask
you all to spend it with me.

What are you talking about?

I was not honest with Moray
about my reasons for leaving France.

There were debts,

prison if I could not
pay, and I could not.

So I ran.

But someone came after me.

I don't blame him,
he was doing his job.

He sold my debts to Tom Weston.

And now Weston
gives me a choice -

become his mistress
or face prison.

Oh, no, please!

I don't want your pity,

I want your company.

Tomorrow night at
the Three Crowns?

Won't you come
and drink with me?

I bloody will.

Bloody need a
bloody drink after that!

His last night above ground.

I didn't think he
should spend it alone.

Death raises
questions about life,

about purpose...

If we're going to talk about
life, death and purpose,

I'm going to need another drink.

Luckily, I know where
Edmund keeps his brandy.

I saw the light.

Oh, welcome to the party.

It is a vigil.

With refreshments.

But it's wrong. It's so wrong.

Yes, it is wrong.

But if you play with fire -and I
do -sometimes, you will get burnt.

So what should I do -
curse the fire? Curse myself?

Or hold on to the things
that make life worth living?

Liberty, friendship, love...

I'll raise a glass to that.

Enough of my story!

Tell it to your daughters, to
scare them into obedience.

I want to know what
potion were three of you

brewing like witches last night.

Myrtle's mother's cream,

which Denise has
tinted with your rouge.

A secret between
you and your skin.

Oh! I could take this to any
shop in any city in the world

and, by tomorrow, there
would be queues in the street.

You are a genius.

No, I mean it.

You are a genius.

But not in love.

Why, with all your flair
and passion and elan,

why cannot you and he
find a way to be together?

Clemence, please.

Please don't make it any harder.

I'm sorry, cherie.

It is just that I
must believe in love.

Now more than ever.

I must believe that Tom
Weston's way is not the only way

and that love - real
love - can triumph.

I shall have to speak to Edmund
about the quality of his brandy.

I am carrying quite
a head this morning.

At least he was not alone.

See, I don't know why you
think this man's death was such

a sad and solitary affair.

If I had to venture an
opinion, I'd say he died happy.

"It is paradise."

He looked about,
that's what he said.

Perhaps he could already
see something you couldn't.

Or perhaps he was exactly
where he wanted to be.

Just happy.

What would it take
to be so fulfilled?

Every man has to decide
for himself what it is

that makes life worth living.

And if a man loses the things

that makes his life
worth living, what then?

That would depend on the man.

I have lost The Paradise.

I've lost Denise.

I've not been able to
win either of them back.

I thought that this
would grow easier,

but every day, the
pain, it gets worse.

Moray, I've never been
the one with the answers.

Dudley...

I am...

..lost.

I'm asking you.

You're my closest friend.

What would you have me do?

Very well.

I would not have
you as you are now,

as you have been
these past weeks.

Resigned, accepting, defeated.

I would have you fight.

Fight on.

With what? I have nothing.

You have everything
you started with.

Dudley, that was nothing.

Exactly.

Come on. Time to go home.

No, please! Please stay.

It is so mournful
to drink alone.

We're not leaving you.

You're coming with us.

I am?

Perhaps Papa learned
that we were having fish

and that is why he stayed away.

It is his least
favourite, you know.

Then someone should have told
him there is syllabub for dessert.

Everyone loves syllabub.

Please remove Mr
Weston's place setting.

Tell me the truth. Am I drunk?

Just a little.

But I have agreed
to meet Tom Weston.

I have to give him my answer.

You have to lie down first.

We can't let this happen, Clara.

We can't.

There's such an ache of loneliness
about Tom Weston, Denise.

It could break your heart.

What he's doing is wrong, but
God knows, there's been times

when I'd have done whatever I could
to feel someone's arms around me

and know I wasn't alone.

Something in him is broken.

I don't know what
it is, but be careful.

Jonas!

I... I couldn't sleep.

Nor I. So many
comings and goings.

How is Mademoiselle Romanis?

She's...

She's in trouble.

Mr Weston has acquired letters
of promise that she is unable

to honour and he is using
them to coerce her into...

- an arrangement.
- And you would seek to help her?

I can't stand by and watch.

Then I will come with you.

No! Jonas, I'm truly grateful,

but what Mr Weston would see
as a plea coming from a woman,

he would see as a
challenge coming from a man.

Then you must go armed.

Tom Weston has a secret.

The pain of it and the shame
of it are what drives him.

- It will also be the undoing of him.
- I don't understand.

He was a young officer
in the Indian Mutiny.

The city of Delhi was
besieged. Many men died.

Tom Weston survived, a hero.

But he had secret wounds.

Sword cuts to his back.

As if he had tried to run and
was set upon by one of his own...

You can't know that.

I know men.

Tom Weston is a man in torment.

He is a man who met
himself one terrible day

and despises the coward
he found himself to be.

Do you understand, Denise?

That is why he looks
for comfort, for escape,

to lose himself within another.

Because the pain of who he
is is so unendurable to him.

I want you to use this knowledge
as a weapon against him.

You must use it as you will.

Denise!

You're waiting for
Mademoiselle Romanis.

She's at The
Paradise, indisposed.

I'm her messenger.

Has she reached a decision?

She accepts your proposal.

But I wish you would reconsider.

There are some feelings
which are so unendurable

we would do anything
to escape them.

But we cannot. We can only
distract ourselves for a while.

If I could buy my way out of
the ache in my heart, I would.

But some things
cannot be bought.

And to try to buy that which
can only be given freely

would be a comfortless thing.

Did Mademoiselle Romanis send
you here to negotiate with me?

No. I act for myself.

You're a daring
strategist for a shop girl.

And you are a good
businessman, for a soldier.

A woman's life for a few debts?

That's a hard bargain.

Sir!

Mr Weston! Sir!

I'm sorry.

I have wounds.

Old wounds.

From India?

What do you know of India?

Nothing, I...

You cannot spend a
lifetime punishing yourself

for a moment's
lapse driven by fear.

But don't you see? Nor can you
escape it by punishing another.

You dare to tell me
what can and cannot be?

You dare presume to know me?!

You tell Mademoiselle
Romanis to be ready.

You tell her I am
coming for her!

Mr Weston.

Jonas.

Turn back, sir.

Go home to your family.

No-one will ever know
what passed here.

You came here with Denise.

I did. Though she
did not know it.

You!

It was you who told her!

How long did it take you
to piece my story together?

Watching from the shadows,

listening at doors.

You spoke to me as a friend.

You let me believe
you were my man!

I serve The Paradise.

I am The Paradise!

No, sir, you are not.

And I will not allow you to
avenge yourself on those who are.

Get out of my way.

Get out of my way!

Susy, sh. Go back to bed.

But... Sh.

- My luggage...
- We collected it from the hotel.

I don't understand.

There's enough in there
for a train to the port

and a ticket on the boat.

France means
prison, I can't go back.

The boat to America.

Money. This is your money?

I can't take it.

You can and you will.

I went to Tom Weston.

I tried to make things better
and I made them so much worse.

He will know I had help.
He will know who helped me.

There are other places to work.

Not sure we could carry on, anyway,
knowing what he was doing to you.

Knowing he was
doing what to her?

Flora, my darling, what is it?

Was it a bad dream?

It is not a dream! Papa
will send you away.

He will send you away
and I will be alone!

Flora, listen to me.

We belong to each other, now.

Do you understand? All of us.

We belong to each other
and we will be together.

Come.

What are we doing?

Are you brave enough to
venture out into such a black night?

I am never scared with you.

That is because
you make me brave.

And when you are
with me, there is

no-one in the world
stronger than I am.

There.

He's coming for her.

If she's going to get
away, she has to go now.

- You can say you saw nothing, sir.
- Please, John.

He cannot do this!
He cannot own you.

You are not...

You are not his possession.

Mademoiselle Romanis.

Denise. Clara.

She didn't know. The noise
woke her, she tried to stop us.

Go, Clara.

You should've reined her in
while you had the chance, Moray.

Your creature,
your little champion.

She is not my anything.

She is her own. As is Clemence.

Oh, no, Mademoiselle
Romanis is bought and paid for.

Her debts are
bought and paid for.

Give me 24 hours.

I'll find the money.
I'll buy them back.

They are not for sale.

Then...

I'll play you for them.

Hazard? You would need a stake,

and you have
nothing that I want.

You want me gone.

If I win, you'll return
Clemence's debts to her.

If you win...

I go.

Where?

Away.

Away from The Paradise,

the city, the country!

- No!
- Moray...

And you will not return?

I will not return.
You have my word.

Very well.

But let us dispense with
the notion that this is a game.

One throw each.

Highest roll wins.

Clemence?

Merci.

Your past is none of my affair,

but your actions today, they
were the work of a true coward.

Wait!

I will play you again.

I will play you
for The Paradise.

Department by department.

And my stake?

The same every
time - your exile.

Or are you too much the
coward to risk so much?

John, please, don't.

This is not brave,
this is insane.

You'd have to win
every throw. Every throw.

Denise...

I had The Paradise, I had you.

I've lost them both.

Don't you see? I have
nothing more to lose.

The Great Hall.

The Great Hall.

I have come for my husband.

He's inside with Moray.

They are playing
dice for The Paradise.

Two in a row.

But your luck will not hold.

It cannot.

You have lost half your shop.

Would you really rather
bring down your own world

than see him
prosper, just a little?

Your cast.

Get out! Throw.

Not before the child!

- Throw!
- Not before the child!

Flora, go with Denise.

Miss Flora, have you ever
seen The Paradise at night time?

I did, once, have
a dream of Moray.

But, I promise you...

that dream is dead.

I am free of it.

There was a kindness
between us once.

Could we not look for it again?

That dream is also dead.

Then we must make a new dream.

For Flora's sake.

And the sake of the
child that is coming.

Come home.

I will send away the servants
and I will sit beside you.

And we will talk.

Let me be your comfort now.

It is like a secret world.

If I lived here, I'd
wander around all night.

- Do you?
- I used to.

I thought you would lose.

I thought I would lose you.

What would you have done?

Followed.

To hear you say those things
and know that you meant them.

You don't know how
much I've longed for that.

You are my equal

and more.

I look at you now
and I see myself.

That is how I know

you will never be
content in my shadow.

It is not my Paradise you need,

it is your own.

No! I want you.

I want to work with
you and grow with you.

It's yours.

Everything I won from
Weston, I give you,

gladly, freely,
with all my heart.

Yours.

Sweetheart, don't you see?

You will never be happy,

you will never be happy with me

until you've built something
that is yours and yours alone.

But to do that I'd have to go.

I'd have to leave you.

Yes, you would.

You will.

I would rather see you walk away

than keep you beside me,

only to watch the light
go out of your eyes.

I love you too much.

Jonas.

Is it over, sir?

Yes, it's... It's over.

Arthur! I need
you to deliver this

and bring the answer
back as fast as you can.

- Can you do that?
- Yes!

Clara, take charge!

My uncle's shop.

But not as a drapery any
more, as a beauty emporium with

creams for the complexion and
oils and powders and scented balms.

Mr Ballantine has agreed to
invest in me. He will be my backer.

And I will be here.

I will be here.

And when I've made my name...

Not your fortune?

Both.

I will come to you

and ask you, most humbly,

if you will do me the honour
of becoming my husband.

Will you say yes?

Yes.

- Do you promise?
- Yes.

Yes.