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No.

- No!
- All is well.

- No.
- You must rest now.

- You mu--
- The letters.

Isabella, you must...
you must...

There are no letters, my dear.

Rest now.

No... no, no, not you.

Cassandra, this is Dinah,
cooling your brow.

No. Not you.
Isabella, you...

- you must hide the letters.
- She's delirious.

She doesn't know
what she's saying.

Where are they? You must...
you must keep them hidden.

There are no letters, my dear.

Rest now.

Jane.
I promised Jane.

You must...
You must hide the letters...

- Shh.
- You must be still.

Keep them hidden.
Keep them hidden.

There is nothing
to worry about.

You are safe.

- No!
- Cassandra...

- No.
- Cassandra.

I've got to... No.

Well, she's getting worse,
Miss Isabella.

She's gonna peg on us,
God forbid.

I can run and fetch
Mr Lidderdale, ma'am.

No. Her fever will break soon.

Besides, I am sure
Mr Lidderdale and my sister

are far too busy
to be disturbed.

Go up to the big house
and beg for ice.

They'll have plenty
this time of year.

Dinah?

Is something the matter?

- Aah...
- Cassandra...

- She's fetching water.
- No!

- No! No!
- Cassandra.

You must help.

We are helping you.

We are helping you.

It's all right.

It's cold.

It's cold.

It's cold. Help me.

- Help me, Isabella.
- We are helping you.

I know she's ill,
and I am sorry to say it,

but she's brought it on herself,

going to see Miss Beth
and stirring the pot.

That's enough, Dinah.

I will hear no more.

The laudanum now.

We are here.

Cassandra, we are here.

Dinah?

No.

Mmm. Mmm.

Look at this one...

Your niece seems to have found

even more marvellous shells
for her collection, Miss Austen.

Or maybe this one...

So it appears, Mr Hobday.

I'm bewildered as to
how we'll transport

these multitudes back home.

Forgive me
if this seems intrusive.

She is a charming child.

But I do detect

an air of melancholy,

unusual in one so young.

She lost her mother

when she was very small.

She is, I fear,
still scarred by it.

Yes, the loss of a parent
is a heavy burden to bear,

especially at such a young age.

Your mother told us
of your own bereavement,

of which I am very sorry.

Yes, my father
was an excellent man.

My mother found it
exceedingly hard

to stay in the family home
afterwards.

Hence our peripatetic existence.

But I do hope
to return there soon.

- Where is home?
- Derbyshire.

The thought of Derbyshire
amuses you?

No, not at all.

My sister declares it to be
a place of some perfection,

alongside Hampshire, of course,
though never Shropshire.

I'm enjoying
your "Susan".

I must say, dear sister,

your Mr Thorpe
is the devil of a bounder.

If he is an Oxford man,

I'm grateful
not to have gone there.

I dare him to come onto my ship.

We'd run him up
the yardarm at once.

He'd never be on your ship.

Mr John Thorpe has neither
the heart nor the head for it.

You sailors are the best of men.

And yet not once
has any of your heroines

ever been blessed
with a dashing sailor brother.

Oh, Frank! If the heroine
was fortunate enough

to have a dashing
sailor brother,

she's spoiled
for any hero I could create.

No man could match him.

So this is why
my sisters are still unmarried.

No man can match me.

I fear Cassy is about
to betray you, brother,

with her new suitor.

Suitor? Pray tell.

Jane...

Sorry, I appear
to have spoken in error.

Cassy has no suitor,

especially no suitor
by the name of Henry or Hobday.

Or Henry Hobday.

Papa, please.

Or any suitor with those names,
who just so happens

to be the heir
to an estate in Derbyshire.

- An estate? In Derbyshire?
- Papa, I beg you.

Come now, you are making
your sister uncomfortable.

Besides, I have seen no evidence
of any such romance.

That's because
it's a deep secret

known only
to the whole of Sidmouth.

Enough.

Jane's love of fiction
appears to have spread

from the page into our lives.

I'm sad to report she now
routinely spouts nonsense.

We can no longer
believe a single word

that comes out of her mouth.

Cass?

Did you really mind Mr Hobday
accompanying us today?

Very much.

It was all Frank's doing.

Of which you played no part.

None whatsoever.

Very well, I admit it.

But you cannot deny Mr Hobday
is deeply enamoured of you.

As he should be.

It proves he is a man
of excellent taste.

In fact, he appears
to be the model of perfection,

which, if I may say,
is most infuriating.

For you know,
as a woman of many faults,

I abhor faultlessness in others.

You are faultless in my eyes.

You just bear me
better than anyone else.

It is you who is faultless.

Which is why you deserve
something better

than this
wretched future of ours.

Jane, why must you always make
such a drama out of nothing?

Our future is not wretched.

We still have our parents.

We have good brothers
who will never neglect us.

And most importantly of all,
we have each other.

Unless you find
someone good enough,

and, well, even then
I shall not starve.

Is that your ambition?

Not to starve?

"Here lies Cassandra Austen.
She did not starve."

I have no crystal ball, Cass,

but one thing
I know for certain,

we will be poor,

and we will become
objects of pity.

Or worse, still... derision.

This must be my fate.

It does not have to be yours.

I love you above all,

but we do not
have to live as one.

We are two... different women.

I beg you, if you are offered
any means of escape,

do not refuse it.

- Isabella.
- Hmm?

I want to die in my own...
my own bed.

You are not dying, Cassandra.

I will not countenance it.

The letters...

Mr Lidderdale. May I help you?

Forgive me
for intruding, Miss Fowle,

but I just saw your maid,

and the urgency of her demeanour

gave me cause for some concern.

There was no need.

She was merely on an errand

and I instructed her
to be quick.

There is nothing more to it.

Then she was carrying out
your instructions to the letter.

I am delighted to hear it.

- I understand--
- I do hope--

Please, after you.

It was only to enquire
if there is still

a deal of sickness
in the village.

Some, but thankfully
it is on the wane now.

Good.

For I am sure my sister will be
eager to return to her pupils.

I believe Beth has been
assisting you, has she not?

Indeed she has.

Her presence has been
most beneficial.

That does not surprise me.

She is a woman
of great competence.

Indeed she is.

If you'll excuse me, I must--

Of course. But, erm...

first, may I enquire
after Miss Austen?

I trust she has not
suffered any ill effects

after her visit to the village?

No, none.

But I will inform her
of your kind concern.

Good day.

Good day.

"Captain Wentworth

"was more obviously struck
and confused by the sight of her

"than she had
ever observed before.

"For the first time since
their renewed acquaintance,

"she felt she was betraying

"the least sensibility
of the two."

- Mr Hobday.
- Miss Austen.

A beautiful day, is it not?

Yes, quite beautiful.

Forgive me if I am intruding.

- You will not forgive me?
- No, you are not intruding.

Then I wonder if you might
consider walking out with me?

Mmm.

I'd be delighted.

Perhaps we should
sit for a moment.

- Mr Hobday.
- Please, I...

I must speak, for I am unable
to say a single word.

Miss Austen...

Cassy.

May I call you that?

It's true that we've only known
each other for a short time,

but it has been
long enough to know

that you are a woman
of quite remarkable character.

Exceptional, even.

The truth is, Cassy Austen,

I have loved you
since the moment

that our hands first touched.

Of your beauty

there is no doubt,

but it is your intelligence,

and your spirit, and your grace,
that have done for me.

I am yours,

if you will have me.

I know I am not
the most eloquent of men.

There are things I must
say to you before I leave.

In case I do not return.

No.

You will come back.

- Let us not discuss this.
- Cassy, we must.

If you cannot marry me,

you must feel free
to marry another.

I promise you, Tom,

faithfully, here before God,

that I will never marry
any other man but you.

So, did he speak?

Well?

What was your answer?

I refused him.

- Refused him?
- Shh!

Mama will hear.

She cannot know of this, Jane.
It is done.

Cassy, why? I...
I do not understand you.

What fault could you find
with Henry Hobday?

What more could you ask for?

A match like this
at your time of life

is a story beyond fiction.

Please,

my dearest one,

help me understand.

I... I cannot marry him.

- I cannot marry anyone.
- Why?

Because I promised Tom.

- Tom dared ask that of you?
- No.

No, he begged me
not to feel beholden.

Oh, then you must not feel...

I cannot go back
on my word, Jane.

Miss Austen?
Miss Austen?

Oh, Cassandra!
Oh, thank heavens.

What on earth
are you doing in here?

Let's get this on, ma'am,
shall we?

- You're shivering.
- No.

No, I am perfectly fine.

Look at me,
back in the land of the living.

I owe you my life.

Nonsense.

You owe it only to yourself.

It would take more than a fever
to undo Cassandra Austen.

Oh, Isabella, you were born
to tend to the sick.

I hoped once
that I might be able to do so,

but... that time has passed.

Come.

How is she today?

She is still
in her room.

Are you quite sure
it's safe to visit?

Quite sure, Aunt Mary.
She is much improved now.

My dear...

I've been worried sick.

You have... you have no idea

of the... the torment
that you have put me through.

You must feel quite awful.

Not so. I am...

I am certainly on the mend.

No, I mean for causing
so much inconvenience,

at a time when the house
was already at sixes and sevens.

It is a maxim of mine

that one should never
fall ill while visiting.

I am proud to say that

I have never once had
the misfortune to break it.

Mmm.

Of course, there was that
one time in London

when I was brought down
by the face-ache.

Well, I shall now
take my leave of you.

You seem quite worn out
from resting.

And Mrs Bunbury and I
appear to have reconciled,

so she's expecting me.

Oh, one more thing.

Eliza's letters...

Am I to understand

you already have knowledge
of their whereabouts?

Me? No.

But why ever
would you think that?

Something you said
when you were delirious.

It seemed you already
had some in your possession.

No, certainly not.

If I had I would have told you.

As you say,
I... I was delirious.

Hmm.

My dear Eliza,

you begged to be informed
of the next stage in the saga,

so it is with
a heavy heart I comply.

Once again we are left
to be disappointed.

Mr Hobday himself
was not the agent of this,

indeed, the reverse.

He proved himself
as good as a man

as those who love Cassy
could ever hope for.

Their attraction was mutual.

They were in love, Eliza,
I am sure of it.

Yet Cassy refused him.

The sheer madness of it
drives me to distraction.

I am no advocate of marriage
for the sake of it,

but I am all for a good match,

and this could have been
a splendid one.

Cassy had the offer
of a comfortable future,

wealth, stability,
love and respect,

but she chose insecurity.

I struggle to comprehend it.

It is beyond me.

How could you think this?

How could you write it?

Bereaved fiance,
dutiful daughter, caring aunt,

these are the roles
Cassy embraces.

Esteemed object
of a worthy gentleman's heart?

No, that she would
rather reject.

If my sister has one fault,
it is a wanton appetite

to deny herself
the pleasures of life.

Did you not know?

Could you not tell?

I did it, I did it for you, too?

I implore you, Eliza,

help me release Cassy

from this unspeakable vow
to Tom.

Cassy, what are you
doing with my letters?

Please. I've left
everything just so.

Forgive me.
I was only trying to help.

I'm sorry.

I've been unbearable
these past few days.

Even my work does not sooth me.

It is the prospect of
Mary Austen's impending visit.

Oh my dear, I implore you,

let us both escape
to Kintbury at once.

Eliza will be happy
to welcome us.

No, Jane. I fear I have imposed
on the Fowles enough.

Then I will write to Catherine

and Alethea Bigg-Wither
at Manydown.

- Must you?
- Yes, I must,

or I'll not be responsible
for my outrageous behaviour

towards our dear sister-in-law.

Oh, the joy of living here
in Hampshire, Cassy.

It is the very king of counties.

Thank you, my dearest.

For what?

For insisting
that we take this trip.

If it had been left to me
we'd still be at home.

Have you ever
considered the possibility

you do not always know

what's best for you,
Cassandra Austen?

Do you have any notion of
your privilege, my dear friends?

To have all this at your
disposal is quite wondrous.

Oh,
we do, Jane, we do.

We count our blessings every day

because we know
it will not always be so.

We cannot forget

that one day our brother
may bring a wife here,

and she's unlikely to want
his sisters lurking about

getting crosser and crosser.

Catherine, you and Alethea are
the least cross women I know.

But who could be cross here?

Even I seem
to have lost the knack.

If I were the future
Mrs Harris Bigg-Wither,

I should make room
for as many sisters as possible,

and then take to the streets
and petition for more.

Behold the stuff of life,

a place for proper contentment.

Oh, is that all
that you require?

A mere 150-acre slice
of your own rolling country?

I am a simple soul,
modest in my ambitions.

This place will do me very well.

But
what about our brother?

Would he suit you
very well, too?

So, ladies, how are your parents
faring these days?

I have not seen them
out and about much.

We have just returned

from our adventures
in Sidmouth with them.

- Have we not, Cass?
- Yes, indeed.

Are you an admirer
of the seaside, Mr Bigg-Wither?

The seaside?

Good grief, no.

That's the beauty
of our neck of Hampshire.

We cannot even see it.

They say the sea is of
great benefit to one's health.

Ha! Kill you as soon as
look at you, Catherine.

Thankfully our parents
are still quite well, thank you.

In spite of the sea.

Our mother complains constantly
of several ailments,

though suffers from none.

Thankfully our father--

Has the patience of a saint.

I have
often thought the rector

of a small country parish
to be an enviable existence,

without the onerous
responsibilities

of having too much
of one's own land.

But imagine having no land
to call your own, sir.

What if you lived in a city,
like Bath or London,

full of smoke
and noise and people?

I wager you'd be dreaming
of such onerous

- responsibilities then.
- Jane.

I hardly agree, madam.

Many a time
my dear late lady wife

would drag me to London,

but I only ever wanted
to be at home.

That is exactly
how I feel about Steventon.

I wish to be nowhere else.

Yes, Miss Austen.

I am a great admirer
of the seaside.

Is this place not heaven?

It is.

And you may have had
a little too much wine.

You can't blame me
when the wine is so good.

Besides, I may require
Dutch courage

before the night is out.

What a fine instrument.

It's wasted on Catherine and me.

Play for us, Jane.

I fear I am no longer
the pianist I once was.

You may regret
asking me.

Nonsense. Play the Prelude.

I did warn you.

Miss Jane.

Do excuse me,
but I come bearing a message.

If you'd be so kind,
my son is requesting

you join him
back in the dining room.

I'd be delighted.

Father, sisters, Miss Austen.

Miss Austen has consented
to be my wife.

Jane Bigg-Withers!

What have you done?

Should you not be
congratulating me

on the splendour of my match?

I will bless you joyfully
once you have told me

that you are in love
with Mr Bigg-Wither

and that you admire him
above and beyond all others.

I cannot do that,
nor could he with me.

But when manna falls
from heaven,

it would be foolish
to squander it.

Oh. That goes against
all that you believe in.

It makes a mockery
of everything you've ever said,

or written about love.
Love, Jane, love.

It does not.
I have always maintained

that love is impossible
without money,

so there must be some hope
that with it love can grow.

Do you truly believe that
you could one day love this man?

I cannot predict,
though I admit it, unlikely.

But someone has to do something
to secure our futures.

He's from a good family.

Alethea and Catherine
can remain here,

and we will be safe
and together,

and you, my best girl, are free
to marry your beloved Hobday.

I can tell you now that
whatever you do

you will not make me
marry Hobday.

I have refused him. It is over.

Will I be happy here,
do you think?

Well, you love Manydown.

But you are to be
its mistress now,

with all the duty that requires.

I'm sure

Catherine and Alethea will help
to shoulder that burden,

but you will be his wife, Jane,

and there will be
children, of course.

There are
a lot of rooms to fill.

I shall be in-pig
for the rest of my years.

You love children.
You have a gift with them.

With other people's.

I will have no time to myself,
for thinking, for writing.

I shall not write
more than a letter again.

I shall have a husband,

a master, an overbearing master.

Harris Bigg-Wither
is hardly overbearing.

More like under-bearing.

I cannot do it.

My darling, you have done it.
It is already done.

No, it was a mistake,
the most hideous error.

I did not know
what I was thinking.

I shall tell him in the morning.

Jane!

You are quite sure you cannot
go through with it?

We'll leave tomorrow.

To quote a philosopher
of my acquaintance,

"I shall not starve."

I hold you in extreme regard,

but I would not be your wife.

Always... Sir Walter Scott.

I shall be lucky
not to relapse here.

Why are they here again?

I do not know.

Mary,
how nice to see you.

And where is Anna?

With some sharp-featured
governess, no doubt.

It is most unsatisfactory.

I should run straight there

and insist they listen
to my latest outpourings,

for as soon as I begin

Mary Austen will
check the weather

and announce they must go.

I must confess, I do have
some sympathy with her.

- Cassy!
- You do not appreciate

how clever you are with words

and how easily
you can make people laugh.

It is a gift, Jane.

She's been
visiting us for years.

I've never noticed
her discomfort.

Perhaps she...

She feels the need to shine
in front of her husband.

Marriage, always an excuse
for failures of character.

It is the root cause
of poor behaviour.

Though you would have been
the exception to that.

My own fear is the thrill
of being Mrs James Austen

has quite gone
to Mary Austen's head.

She has become
a little bumptious with it.

Ha! Happiness
in a married woman

is irksome to witness,

and yet the single lady
spreads universal delight.

See?

Even Father has need
of some respite.

Come, we must greet them.

So, Father, I am...

we are... keen to advance.

We most certainly are.

The fact is, Father,
as I enter my 36th year,

I am keen to assume
greater responsibility

and perform to the full
my role as man of the church.

I hope you will agree that

my talents are more than equal
to the task ahead.

Oh, my dear boy, I have no need
to assure you of that.

You will make an exemplary
rector to the parish.

Exemplary.

The house, Austen,
remember the house.

Ah, yes, the house.

- I... that is, we...
- Mmm.

...with our growing family...

We do have a child now.

You have two children.

Let us not forget Anna.

No, no, I meant to say
as we now have a son.

It... it occurs to us...

to me, rather, that the house

may be growing
a little too much for you both.

Less tiring,
slightly smaller accommodation

might be more appropriate

to the diminishing needs
of your household...

now that you
only have my sisters.

That you will
take over the parish

has long been the intention.

Though, the question of timing
is another matter.

Perhaps I have caused
some confusion

by living too long and too well.

Oh, George, my dear, please!

Thank you
for raising this, James.

I have no desire
to stand in your path.

That cannot be God's will.

But I must discuss this
in private with your mother,

that I may be led swiftly
to a judgement

that may benefit us all.

Tea, Mrs Austen?

Yes, of course. Now then...

It is done.

It is perfect.

You must send it
to the publisher at once.

It is ready, Jane.

And now... we wait.

Follow me.

Put this up here.

That's it.

Just leave that at the side
of the wheel, thank you.

No, that will travel
with me. It is my writing.

Sir, leave that!
You cannot take that.

Sorry.

We will survive this, Jane.

Promise.

There, there, my dear.

Think of this as a new chapter,
as if Jane had written it.

Her stories always end well,
don't they?

Walk on.

Say goodbye, Anna.

Wave.

I do not understand why Isabella
keeps that girl Dinah.

She is quite simply
the worst servant

I have ever had
the misfortune to encounter.

Ring it again, Anna,

this time with more force,
if you please.

Longer, longer, longer.

Ah.

My dear, they've even got you
answering the door now.

Where is that infernal girl?

Anna! What a surprise!

- A pleasant one, I hope.
- Oh! Most pleasant!

Should I just stand here, then,

waiting for you
to greet me, Cassandra?

Er, forgive me, Mary,

I have not seen Anna
for some time.

I am quite overwhelmed.

Yes, I suppose
we can be grateful

that her last romantic interlude
came to nothing,

and we are once again
blessed with her presence.

Isabella will be equally
as delighted to see you.

And I her.

I trust she has looked
after you well, Aunt Cass.

Ah, she has been most attentive.

Anna?
I'll get started upstairs.

Can I leave you
with the drawing room?

Yes, Mama.

We're here to work, so I'm told.

Letters, letters...

Ah, Anna, you have made
splendid progress today.

The new vicar and his wife
will be most impressed

- by your labours.
- Your labours, you mean.

Isabella says
you've been a Godsend.

Apart from when
she was at death's door.

And how is your leg
today, my dear?

It does seem to give you
a great deal of inconvenience.

Erm, it's strange. I mean
I've always been unusually lucky

in the leg department,
unlike Mrs Bunbury.

And to think I woke this morning
in pleasant anticipation

of a hard day's labour.

Must we endure
another reading, Isabella?

What would you
rather do, Aunt Mary?

Well, perhaps we could converse.

It is not often
we are all together.

May never happen again,

once Cassandra
returns to Chawton.

Very well.

On what subject
would you like to converse?

Cassandra's patchwork
is most impressive,

do you not think?

Yes, you're so clever,
Aunt Cass.

Yes, all the Austens are clever.

My husband
had a formidable intellect.

My son, James Edward,
has inherited it.

Yes, and let us not forget Jane.

For what is cleverness
when set beside brilliance?

We are all in the shade of those
who shine brightest.

My father often said

"Genius comes
with a difficult temperament."

Was this true of your Jane?

Jane was a perfectionist.

She was so very demanding
of herself and her work,

- but to others she was--
- Not always kind.

At least not to me.

Well, she was the very best
of aunts to me.

I lived for my visits
to Aunt Jane.

I would show her my own stories,

and she would take them
so seriously,

as if I were a proper writer.

She was the very opposite
of difficult.

Was she not, Aunt Cass?

She was indeed.

If I recall
she was not so cheerful

in the years
after you left Steventon.

We have arrived
in Bath, Eliza.

Mary Austen's keen delight

to get her feet
through the door,

propel ours out of it and rob us
of all our worldly possessions,

was quite the sight to behold.

Well, I think these rooms
will do us...

quite splendidly.

Yes, husband...

I believe they shall.

It is of some comfort
that leaving our home

has not caused our beloved Cassy
any particular distress.

Place no longer matters
to Cassy,

not as it does to me.

Jane, my darling, please.

You cannot lie here
like this all day every day.

You must try to bear it.

Cassy's determination
that I should enjoy the delights

of the metropolis is admirable,

and the famous Bath stone
does its best to glow.

But I fear
I cannot be much company.

Cassy tells me I must
give it time, and I will,

not least because
I have no choice in the matter.

You must remember, my dear Mary,

that we all suffered
a great deal

after we left Steventon,

not just Jane.

That is why it is so imperative

that Isabella finds one place
that she can call home.

- Miss Austen.
- Thank you.

Jane!

Jane...

Mr Crosby of London,
who is the best of men,

even though
we have never met him,

promises publication
of your novel "Susan"

with immediate effect
for the princely sum of £10.

-£10!
- I am to be in print!

You are to be
a published authoress.

And we are the proudest Austens
who ever lived.

I shall make a start
on a new novel at once.

I am determined. I will.

I am to be published!

Let us thank the Good Lord.

Oh my...

Papa?

Papa?

Papa?

My dearest daughter,

your sister, she's...

you must take
the greatest care of her.

George?

Papa, I will.

George.

There are some numbers
written down here.

- Yes, Miss.
- Mmm-hmm.

This is excellent.

- Well done.
- Beth, my dear.

Miss Austen!

I'm delighted to see
you've recovered from your cold.

Children, we have a visitor.

Now we must remember
our manners.

What do we say when people
are kind enough to call on us?

Good day to you!

And to you.

Carry on.

So, this is where
you spend your time.

Yes. I'm hardly ever at home.
My days are so busy here.

My charges arrive from
five in the morning.

Their mothers work at the mill
and do such long days.

By the time they've all left,

I have no energy to do more than
crawl through there to bed.

Oh, so you often
just sleep here?

I do.

Hush, shh, shh.

Beth, as you well know,
the date of Isabella's departure

from the vicarage
is almost upon her.

So I am here once more to ask

for your assistance
regarding her future.

Did Isabella ask you to come?

No. No, she did not,

but I cannot stand by and watch

while she suffers the insecurity
of her current position.

I do not wish
to appear rude, Cassandra,

but why should it concern you?

Because...
since I have been here,

I have become
exceedingly fond of her,

and I am mindful of the toll

the same upheaval
had on my dear sister

when we had to leave
our own beloved home.

And I promised your dying father
that I would ensure

she came to live
with either you or Mary Jane.

My father.

Even from the grave.

Poor Isabella, I...

I fear she is never to be able
to make her own decisions

about her future,
as I have done.

Beth, I am aware
your future is settled

and I am delighted it is so.

However, I am also hopeful

that if you and Mr Lidderdale
do decide to marry

that he might be generous enough
to allow her to live with you.

Married?

Myself and Mr Lidderdale?

Yes.

Wherever did you get
such a ridiculous notion?

I... I saw you together...

And so you concocted
a story for yourself.

Oh, Cassandra,

you have the wrong sister.