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Where on earth
have you been, Dinah?

I'm sorry, ma'am.

I was in the kitchen
with Miss Isabella.

And what
of Miss Austen?

In the roof, ma'am.

And what's
she doing in there? Cassandra!

There's work to be done.

Mary, my dear. So there you are.

So here I am.

We weren't
expecting you so soon...

...on account of tea
with Mrs Banbury.

I guess there's been a falling
out to do with you, Cassandra.

Me?

Mrs Bunbury suggested
that you arriving here

without informing me first
was a slur on my reputation.

I mounted
a most robust defence,

but she was adamant.

It's not
the done thing, Cassandra.

We're supposed to be sisters.

I...

sincerely hope that relations
with Mrs Bunbury

return to cordiality very soon.

Hmm.

Dinah says you've made a start

on clearing
my dear sister's room.

You know, I wish to help.

Did you find
any letters from Jane?

Not a single one.

How odd!

Considering how often
Jane wrote.

No matter.

I'll find them myself.

Perhaps you will be lucky
where I was not.

Mmm.

Ma'am, Mrs Austen,

do you wish me to make up
Mrs Bell's room for you?

Yes, yes. Do it at once,

so I may settle myself
and get on with clearing.

A task I do not relish,

given how close
Eliza and I were.

- Now, I said.
- Mm.

Oh!

Well, let me pick it up, ma'am.
You'll hurt yourself.

There is little point
in making more work

than is absolutely
necessary, Isabella.

It was an accident.

Well, I'll leave you to it.
I have work to do upstairs.

Dinah. Dinah.
As soon as you're ready.

There's too much to do.

I must ask Mr Dundas
for more time.

I'm not ready. I won't be ready.

Isabella.

Isabella, I have been
in your position,

and I know how daunting
this task must appear.

But I also know how
uncertainty for your future

can make it feel
all the more onerous.

That is why this question
must be settled without delay.

- But I...
- To that purpose,

I wonder if we might
make a visit today

to see your sisters.

We're still
too busy here, Cassandra.

But surely it can wait.

Isabella, I'm becoming
increasingly concerned about

what is to become of you.

We cannot delay
this decision any longer.

We should do it.

Of course, but... But not today.

Tomorrow, perhaps.

Besides, I have errands
to run this morning.

Very well.

Well, in that case,

perhaps I could start
to clear the dining room.

I could clear
your mother's writing desk.

Save your aunt,
Mary, the bother.

Thank you.

I have loved this China
since I was a child.

Now it is all
to go to my brother.

All will be well, Isabella.

I am sure of it.

Mama!

For me?

What does that say?

It says, Eliza.

Eliza.

My dearest Eliza,

your happy news
has lightened our spirits

here in Steventon.

Mother and father cannot
settle on whether you are

to expect a boy or a girl.

I shall let you know
as soon as they decide.

I wish I had more cheerful
news of Cassy.

In all this time,
her grief has not abated.

It is not in my sister's nature

to reveal the depth
of her suffering

for fear of burdening us
with her sorrow.

Come on, boys. Walk on.

But I can see how much
her heart still aches for Tom.

Our brother Edward
has invited her to stay

at Godmersham Park,
his estate in Kent.

I will miss her dreadfully,

though I am hopeful
this change in surroundings

might lift her
from her melancholy.

It may amuse you to learn

that Edwards invitation
did not extend to me.

I fear I may be a little
too eccentric for Kent society.

It is regretful, as I could
certainly cultivate a taste

for their acres
of rolling countryside,

extensive library
and well-stocked wine cellar.

Perhaps Edward's wife,
Elizabeth,

fears that I would become

rather too comfortable
and outstay my welcome.

While she is always
unfailingly polite

to us lonely Austens,
I admit to some surprise,

she's willing to play host
to one of us at all.

Welcome to Godmersham,
my dear sister.

Edward.

How well you look.

Considering, um, I do hope

your journey was a pleasant one,
if, if, if anything

can be pleasant at such a...

a time

Thank you, my dear brother.

Come.

Now I know you'll want
to gather yourselves,

but the children are
quite wild with excitement.

If we don't
go straight to see them,

I fear they will burst.

They are the perfect tonic
to stave off sad.

cannot wait to see them.

Stand still. No fidgeting.

Say hello, children.

- Look who's here.
- Oh, look who's here!

Who's is it?

Aunt Cassy!

Look how you've all grown!

Look who's that!

Hello!

Hello!

I told you, Cass, fit to burst.

Hello!

Someone of a more cynical
disposition might wonder

if Elizabeth has
something to gain

by having Aunt Cassy
at Godmersham.

This is not a thought that

should ever cross
my mind, Eliza.

And certainly not one
I would write down.

Ma'am.

All set, are we?

Well, it would appear so.

I may pay Mary Jane,

Isabella's sister,
a visit on my travels.

Are you expected?

Mrs Mary Jane Dexter is not
one for surprise visitors.

I am sure she will be
more than happy to see me

when she knows
the purpose of my visit.

Time is of the essence.

We must make sure Isabella
is taken care of.

Must we now?

Who is it?

Mrs Dexter.

Mary Jane,
it's me, Cassandra Austen.

I've come to call on you.

In. In.

You can never be too careful.

Come into the parlour.

What interesting objects.

Hmm. What you see here
are the joys of the empire.

Halcyon days.

Halcyon.

Now, sit down.

Isabella's been
looking after you, has she?

Oh. Yes.

Impeccably.

Mmm.

She's got the heart
of an ox, Isabella.

Braver than you think.

Although she wouldn't survive
for one single day on her own.

So it's a good thing
she's come to live with me.

So it's settled then.

Of course it's settled.

Isn't that why you're here?
To make sure.

Yes, it's just that Isabella
doesn't seem to know this.

What you have to know
about my sister is this...

she thinks she knows
her own mind.

But she doesn't.

Tiffin?

Uh...

- Miss Fowle.
- Mr Lidderdale.

I must offer you my apologies.

I have been tardy in calling

to inquire
how you were faring since...

I am perfectly well, thank you.

In truth, I have been busy

preparing the vicarage
for the new vicar.

I'm sure that must be
a most difficult task.

Have you secured new lodgings?

Not yet.

But it is all in hand.

I am delighted to hear that.

There is nothing more unsettling
than insecurity.

Indeed.

I wish you well.

Truly.

That is most kind.

Now, if you'll forgive me,
I have an errand to run.

Dearest Eliza, I am happy
to report that Cassy indulges

my frequent demands
for news from Godmersham,

and writes often.

Though, I hear
suspiciously little

about the delights
and amusements

of the Kent countryside,

and a great deal more
about spillikins

with the tiny inhabitants
of the nursery.

Oh...

Oh. Elizabeth. There you are.

I wondered if I might
take a short turn

around the garden
while the baby's asleep.

Oh, my dear. No.

It's still warm outside.

You're in the best
place up here.

Besides, I cannot play
that game for my life.

Oh.

Look how they adore you.

I cannot tell you how much
it suits me to have you here.

Things have turned out so well,
have they not?

I mean...

I did not mean--

I know what you mean, my dear.
I'm most grateful to be here.

Good.

Now I think I might
have a little rest

before my family
arrive for dinner.

Oh, look. I did it.

It's your turn, Aunt Cassy.

Edward,
where are you going?

We have guests for dinner.

Just the stables to
cast my eyes over the new filly.

I won't be long.

I'm afraid
the filly will have to wait.

My mother will be here
before we know it

and she would not be happy

if a horse has taken precedence.

Now, you know,
that would not do.

Have you told Cassy what time
she's expected downstairs?

Oh, my dearest.

I don't think it would be
correct for Cassy to join us.

But it's a family dinner.

And Cassy is family, after all.

She is still
in mourning, Edward.

It would not be appropriate
for her to attend a happy party.

Cook will send something
up on a tray?

Eliza, I must prevail
upon you for assistance

in a matter of great urgency.

Cassy is trapped in the nursery
at Godmersham.

My good and dutiful sister
does not complain,

but it is clear to me that
the situation is most serious.

Please do not think me
indelicate if I suggest

the timing is to our advantage.

I beg you, Eliza.

Thank you.

Write to Cassy and request her
presence at your confinement.

Elizabeth will not deny
a mother in need.

And as for Edward,
he will do as he is bidden.

We cannot allow
our beloved Cassy

to convince herself
that her life's sole value

lies in the role
of dependable spinster aunt.

Please write as soon
as you are able.

I have an inkling
that our intervention

will be a relief to her.

Hush now.

The baby will be here soon.

Safe and sound.

She needs laudanum.

Eliza.

She's sleeping, Fulwar.
She's exhausted.

You have a girl.

The sweetest,
most beloved little girl.

Another girl.

My dearest Eliza,
we are delighted to hear

you are safely delivered,
and baby, Isabella, is thriving.

Isabella is a splendid name.

She can only grow up
to be a heroine

or a Spanish queen,

though I would not wish
that fate upon her.

No. Her adventures
will be magnificent,

and not solely confined to
the great county of Berkshire.

Look, Isabella.

Your dear, sweet
Uncle Tom's tree.

His and mine.

Twenty-eight.

Mm-hmm.

Five times seven is...

- ...35.
- Very good, Arthur.

Now six times seven is...

Six times seven is...

- Forty-two.
- Mm-hmm.

Seven times seven is...

- Rise and shine.
- Forty-nine.

Well, done.

Shall we attempt
the eight times table?

- I can try, Miss.
- Good.

One times eight is...

- eight.
- Indeed.

Two times eight is...

Sixteen.

I have just seen Miss Isabella
with a pupil.

She is quite the teacher.

I had no idea.

There's a lot to Miss Isabella
that people don't know.

Or don't want to.

She must have
made her father proud,

Looking after him, as she did.

Well, if he was, Ma'am,
he never told her.

Though he wasn't quiet
about much else.

He used to fill the house
with his presence,

that Reverend Fowle.
God rest him.

Hmm.

I had not seen him
for some time,

but I do recall he was
the most exuberant of men.

Well, if that's what
you like to call it.

There's many a day
you'd have heard him

shouting up in the village,

and he used to bellow
at Miss Isabella.

Bellow? What do you mean, Dinah?

Nothing, ma'am.

It's not for me to say anything.

I must go and fetch
the rest of the dinner service.

Uh, Dinah, is Mrs Austen
still resting?

She is that, ma'am.

I wish to visit
Miss Isabella's other sister.

Where might I find
Miss Beth's school?

Behind the Plaster's Arms.

Excuse me.

Could you tell me
where I might find Miss Fowle?

Miss Winterbourne's.

Thank you.

Cassandra, there's illness here.

You must leave at once.

Miss Austen,
you cannot be in here.

What ails her?

Diphtheria.

It has spread
through the village.

But as for the rest,
poverty, misfortune.

Nothing I can cure.

Now I beg you, leave.

It is not safe here.

Come, Cassandra.

I'll walk you to
the end of the village.

Beth, I must talk to you
about Isabella's future.

Isabella's future,

that great conversation
that never seems to end.

What? It has
been discussed already?

Endlessly.

Though I've tried very hard
to stay out

of the Fowle family politics

as I have no appetite
for meddling.

But your sister
is about to lose her home.

Isabella is a grown woman.

Surely, she's more than capable
of securing her own future,

whatever that may be.

I'm sorry,
but I... I must get back.

Mr Lidderdale needs me.

Come visit again
when the school reopens.

I'd like to show you
what I do there.

Beth!

Beth!

Oh.

Where have you been?

We've been so worried.
This weather!

Isabella! Remove this
dog from my presence at once!

It appears your Aunt Mary
has risen from her rest.

Yes. She found my mother's room
a little on the chilly side.

- Still no letters, Mary?
- Er, no.

Strangely.

This is my sister's
writing desk.

We'll throw these away.

Eliza was always prone
to a great deal of sentiment.

How foolish to go out
in this weather, Cassandra.

Should know better at your age.

That dog is feral.

He'll be the death of me.

He must be banned
from the house at once.

Tea, Dinah, in the drawing room.

Come on. Come on.

Good boy.

Is that the only China we have?

We have packed the rest,
Aunt Mary,

at your instruction.

Oh, well, then I suppose
I must endure it.

Ah, my leg
is bothering me again.

That tea will be going cold

before any of us
have a chance to taste it.

Isabella, do you have
any more cushions?

My legs should be more raised.

Uh...

- More raised?
- Yes.

And a blanket, perhaps.

Yes.

And more logs on the fire.

So where've you been, anyway?

To visit Miss Beth.

There's a sickness
at the top of the village.

She is up there
helping Mr Lidderdale.

Ah, Beth and Mr Lidderdale.

So she's a nurse
as well as a teacher.

They did seem very familiar
with one another.

Hmm. That is a surprise,
is it not, Isabella.

You must forgive me, Aunt Mary.

I have much
to be getting on with.

Dinah, run Miss Austen
a hot bath.

We don't want her getting sick.

Beth Fowle has been nothing
but a trial for this family.

Fraternising with certain
elements of society.

Her father did not approve.

She was tending
to Mrs Winterbourne.

You should see the conditions
that poor woman lives in.

Well, let us not dwell
on misfortune.

You go, go, go! Take your bath.

Mmm. I'll rest some more,

and then I can set
about taking charge.

This family needs a firmer hand.

Cassandra!

Cassandra!

Ah! So you're in here now.

I thought I heard a noise.

I thought
you were resting your leg.

Oh, the fire in
the drawing room is a misery.

Have you found something?

No.

No. No.

I just wanted to see if could
still hear the sea.

Stories for children, Cassandra.

You could never hear the sea.

The sea sounds so calm today.

I cannot wait to stand
beside it in Sidmouth.

I'll miss you when you're gone.

It is only for a season.

The Austen's of Hampshire
are embarking on the first

of their great holiday schemes.

You'll hardly recognise us
when we return.

Isabella will have grown
so much by then.

It is Brother James
and Sister Mary.

They've arrived. How lovely.

Where's Anna?

Anna.

Anna.

Aunt Jane.

We've missed you.

Let's go upstairs.

You've grown, Miss Anna.

I've grown two whole shoe sizes.

Two? Let's hope
you stop growing soon

or there'll be no shoes
left in the country to fit you.

Save giant shoes.

Hold it to your ear and listen.

Can you hear the sea?

I can hear it. I can hear it.

What does the sea look like?

Well, you will soon know,

because we three are going
to the seaside.

What a wonderful idea.

What a splendid idea.

I'm sure your father and I
will manage without you, Anna.

My dear Isabella, please try
to pull yourself together.

Mary. Mary, she has just
lost her father.

I am aware, and it is sad.

But he was elderly,

and that is the natural
order of things.

It should be easier to bear.

But there is nothing
written to tell each one of us

how we must endure grief.

Isabella,

perhaps a few chapters
from your Aunt Jane's novel

may make a welcome distraction.

Have have you been reading aloud
from Jane's novels?

I thought your father

had expressly forbidden
that practise.

As you have reminded me,
Aunt Mary,

my father is no longer here.

Perhaps I could recite some
of your Uncle James' poetry.

That is kind.

But I find myself
pleasantly surprised

by how much
I'm enjoying Persuasion.

Anne Elliot
is a most interesting character.

A pleasant sort of person.

Sensible.

Not much drama about her.

And I am most keen to hear
the ending of her story

before I am evicted
from this house.

Will she have her happy ending?

Well, we must read on then
and find out.

Oh, I must know
if she is to be married.

Is that the only outcome
that would be happy?

It is.

Oh, Isabella.

There are so many
other ways for women like us

to find happiness.

Are there?

Read on. Please, Cassandra.

"From this time,

"Captain Wentworth
and Anne Elliot

"were repeatedly
in the same circle.

"They had
no conversation together,

"no intercourse,

"but what the commonest
civility required...

"once so much to each other,

"and now nothing.

"Now they were strangers.

"Nay, worse than strangers.

"For they could never
become acquainted."

Oh, Cassandra,

your sister understood affairs
of the heart better than anyone.

Please tell me,
did she ever know love?

Writing was Jane's
greatest love.

She took great comfort
from the heroes in her books,

but in life,
no man was ever worthy.

Forgive me, my dear,

but I think
your memory fails you.

Wasn't there a gentleman
you both met in Sidmouth?

The season you spent there.
Remember?

And wasn't there even rivalry...
between you?

Rivalry?

In love?

But I have no idea

what your aunt, Mary,
is talking about.

If I recall,

this gentleman seemed
greatly attracted to Jane.

Do excuse me, madam.

How romantic...
to fall in love by the sea.

What a lovely confection!

Your aunt, Jane, would be
very amused to find herself

the heroine of a...
of a romantic triangle.

I am afraid, I find myself
exceedingly tired

and my head hurts.

I do hope I have
not caught a chill...

from today's wanderings.

No, no, I can manage. Thank you.

Good night.

Come along, now.

Jane!

Jane, shall we go?

Okay. Let me tie it for you.

Why do you only wear black,
Aunt Cassy?

Because... it becomes me.

Your aunt Jane is happy here.

Let's just go shopping.

Yes, please.

Oh, look at the yellow one,
Aunt Cassy.

Do you see it?

You would look
so pretty in that.

Far better
than boring, old black.

It is very lovely, my dear.

Oh, look at the blue,
Auntie Cassy.

It's the colour of the sea.

Oh, would you like the yellow
best because it's like the sun?

It is, indeed.

Let's come back
for some ribbons tomorrow.

What a charming child.

Thank you.

Do excuse me, madam.

Forgive my impertinence, miss,

but that is
the most excellent shell.

Yes, it is.

Mama, are you ready?

Thank you, my dear.

Good day to you.

Oh, I do like it here. Oh!

I like it very much.

So what have you been up to
since the beach, my darlings?

I hope you haven't been
sitting in here

when outside there's
all manner of magnificence.

Look, Aunt Jane,
I found this for my collection.

Oh! That's a beauty.

Cassy.

I think the sea is beginning
to work its magic.

I spy some colour
in this land lover's face

will make a pirate out of her.

I think Aunt Cassy's recovering
some of her bloom, too,

in spite of her best efforts.

You look better.

The nice man
we met in the dress shop

said it was
the most excellent shell

Nice man?

What nice man is this,
pray tell?

I'll go
and check on mother

and then we can make plans
for the rest of the day.

Is grandmama poorly?

No, my dear. Your grandmama
likes to take to her bed

whenever we arrive anywhere new.

She can test the mattress,
meet the doctors,

sample the wears
of the local apothecary.

It's her way of feeling at home.

Like all the best invalids,
she will outlive us all--

Jane, that's not fair.

Mama has been quite bilious
since we arrived.

Travel affects her.

They're beautiful.

My bowels feel
much steadier, Cassy.

After what was the most
frightful evacuation. Huh!

Thanks be to the Lord.

I think I will like
this apothecary.

He has a good feel
for my system.

- Beautiful evening,
- Yes. Quite beautiful.

- Mrs George Austen.
- Mr Henry Hobday.

My pleasure, ma'am.

This is my eldest daughter,
Miss Austen.

Yes, I do believe I've made your
daughter's acquaintance before.

Miss Austen.

Passing encounter in a shop
is all.

Indeed.

And this is my other daughter,
Miss Jane Austen.

- Delighted.
- Likewise.

Have a lovely evening.

Come.

Father and Anne will be waiting,
impatiently, no doubt.

I don't want
to go all the way up there,

- grandpapa.
- We don't have to, my pet.

We have every chance

of discovering treasures
amongst these rocks.

Good morning, sir.

Splendid day
for fossil hunting, is it not?

Indeed it is, sir.

Now my granddaughter
has declared it the perfect day

to unearth hidden treasures
from the past.

Well, she has come
to the right place.

- Ladies.
- I'm not a lady.

I'm far too young.

My apologies.

Now, you are a serious
fossil hunter, are you not?

I am.

Well, I've already found
some excellent specimens

that you might be interested in.

Let me furnish you
with the tools of the trade.

Thank you.

We are blessed

to have such an expert with us.

Oh. No expert,
more of an enthusiastic amateur.

Well,
the mystery of ancient life

have been hidden
in these very rocks.

Do you think I'll find
a sea monster, Mr Hobday?

Perhaps not a monster,
but a sea creature certainly.

Some sea creatures' fossils are
found at the top of mountains.

Isn't that so?

You see, many years ago,

the earth was almost completely
covered by water.

And then over time,

those waters receded
to reveal the land beneath.

Do you think I'll find
a sea creature in here?

You may well do.

Thousands of years ago,
Mr Hobday, many...

What am I looking at?

It's the shape of a worm.

Mr Hobday says it must be
thousands of years old.

Many thousand even.

That is evidence of a creature
that lived on Earth

even before man.

Hmm.

What are you drawing, my dear?

My daughter is an artist
of considerable talent.

Papa!

Oh, look,

she's captured
your likeness brilliantly.

May I see?

It is but a sketch.

Now, young lady,
let us leave Mr Hobday in peace.

Mr Mr Hobday is so clever,
Aunt Jane.

- Is he now?
- He knows everything.

Does he now?

Aunt Cassy
drew a sketch of him.

Did she now?

She did. And it was quite
the likeness.

Not just of him.

I'd drew all three of them

while I was bored
waiting for them to finish.

And what was your opinion
of Mr Hobday, husband?

Well, given we hardly know him,

he struck me as unusually gifted
in all that is agreeable.

Eh... Now, Cassy, pray tell me,

do you share
your father's opinion?

I must say I do.

So much so that I believe

he would be
an ideal suitor for Jane.

For me?

Yes, you. He's intelligent,
he... He reads.

He knows a great deal
about the history of mankind.

You must think
of your future, Jane.

It matters not a jot
which of you,

as long as it's one of you.

I have no intention
of taking tea with Mrs Hobday

or anyone for that matter.

I'm far too busy.
I have a chapter I must finish.

But... Well, what if he's there?

What if who was there?

Mr Hobday.

You... You might
find him to your liking.

I won't find him to my liking.

One moment.

How is your headache?

You retired rather abruptly,

and I thought
I'd look in on you.

Was it something I said?

No, no, no, no. Not at all.

I can't even remember
what we were talking about.

- How is Eliza's room?
- Cold.

This house is like a grave now.

Well, good night. Good night.

Sleep well, my dear.

No, Mrs Austen, I do sympathise.

I'm here for the sea air.

But this wretched body of mine

has not let me outdoors
all week.

How awful.

Well, I was struck down
by biliousness

the minute we arrived.

It would be
her evacuations next.

Perhaps the floor will open up
and swallow us.

It would be a blessed relief.

And what of Mr Hobday?

We lost my husband,
four years ago.

I'm sorry to hear that.

What did he ail from?

A tumour.

A tumour?

We saw the best of men,

but there was nothing
to be done.

I see you are studying
our books.

Do novels interest you both?

Very much so.

You have some
of our favourites here.

My sister and I
never go anywhere

without Sir Charles Grandison
by our side.

These are my son's books,

and he reads to me every night.

Perhaps that shall be
our next book.

Your son enjoys the works

of the Madam Burney
in Edgeworth.

Cassy seemed to think

he was of the more
scientific persuasion.

- He's a scientist and an artist.
- Oh.

A philosopher
and a lover of the novel.

I do believe
he could take over the world

if you were not so insistent

on looking after
his poor, infirm mother.

Would you like some more cake?

Well, you did say
he was perfect.

I'm not sure
my constitution would take it.

That man was handsome enough

and single from what I hear.

- But his sermon was a touch of--
- Terrifying, Mama?

- Mrs Austen.
- Ah!

Well, this is a coincidence.

And I must say,
the happiest one.

Mr Hobday. Mrs Hobday.

Mrs Austen.

How did you find
the sermon today, sir?

Oh, I thought the young lad
did well enough,

considering his church
was hardly full to brimming.

That must explain
his histrionics in the pulpit.

Perhaps he's hoping
his reputation for hysteria

will travel and drum up more
gullible trade from out of town.

My dear Jane, he's entitled
to preach in his own manner.

My father is being polite.

That sermon
was not to our taste.

It was vulgar and excessive.

What did you think, Mr
Hobday? -Jane.

You cannot ask Mr Hobday
of his opinion

when you've been
so sure of your own.

Do forgive my sister, Mr Hobday.

She's not usually
quite so outspoken.

I can assure you
she certainly is, Mr Hobday.

Well, luckily, I agree most
comprehensively with Ms Austen.

It was not to my taste, either.

How are you all
finding Sidmouth?

- Oh.
- I like it very much.

We are of the exact same opinion
once again, it must seem.

We must pick up the pace, girls.

Our son Frank
is returning tonight.

Did you know

our brother has fought Napoleon
single handed, Mr Hobday?

I rather approve of
your Mr Hobday.

He's not my Mr Hobday.

In fact, I thought
you made rather the impression.

Was I delightful?

No, you were frightful.

As frightful as I was
to Mr Blackhall?

Nobody in the history
of social intercourse

has been as frightful to anyone
as you were to Mr Blackhall.

So would you estimate
this morning at, say,

half a Blackhall?

I think I'd say more of a third.

And he's certainly
not my Mr Hobday.

Really?

Then you have not noticed
the way he looks at you.

Nonsense. He ignores me
at every opportunity.

He pays everyone else
far more attention.

- Papa, Anna, you...
- Precisely.

And that is the evidence.

I am something of an expert
in romantic matters.

And I'm quite sure I saw sparks
flying between you.

I think what you caught
in my bonnet

because of your charms,
I might have gone up in smoke.

Cass.

How can you be so blind?

You have caught him
in your powers.

- I have no powers.
- Oh, you do, my darling.

And that you are unaware of them
makes you more powerful still.

Mr Hobday has fallen
for you, Cassy.

Well, then I'm sorry for him.

I've lost the only man
I could ever marry.

I have no possible
interest in Mr Hobday.

- Where are you going?
- To write

Jane.

What more have you said?

" Eliza,

"our Sidmouth adventure is
proving far more entertaining

"than even
I could have imagined.

"A secret plan is afoot,

"and I am to be my young niece,
Anna's, willing accomplice.

"The beneficiary of our surprise
is to be Cassy, no less."

Please say you like it.

- Blanket for the the beach.
- Thank you.

Do you see your power now?

What is it?

Just waiting for someone.

- Miss Austen.
- Mr Hobday.

Yellow suits you.

I may have neglected to say

how sorry I was to hear
of your tragic loss.

That is most kind, Mr Hobday.

I confess, I...

I was overwhelmed
by grief at first.

And now?

Now...

It is not so sharp.

My dear Eliza,

this comes to you
with great urgency.

I must share it with you,

though it is not
my secret to tell.

My sister,

my beloved sister, Cassy...
is in love.

Cassandra!

What are you doing down here
at this hour?

I heard a noise.

It frightened the life
out of me.

I don't know how I got here.

Are you ill?

You must be ill.

Now don't come near
if you're ill.

Please, just leave me.

If you're sure.

Miss Austen.

Miss Austen.

God save us. Don't tell us
she's gone and died on us.

- Cassandra!
- Isabella!

Cassandra! It's me, Isabella.

- Is she all right?
- She's burning up.

We should send
for Mr Lidderdale.

- Miss Isabella,
- Mr Lidderdale is too busy.

We'll nurse her ourselves.

- Miss Isabella--
- I know what I am doing, Dinah.