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Look how
splendid it is!

It really is much

smaller than
I imagined, Dundas.

I fear we have
too much furniture.

Nonsense, my dear.

The sideboard will look
splendid against

this wall, under the portrait
of my late dear father.

But where shall we
place the pedestal table?

And those windows.

So out of proportion
for the room.

I confess, I've always been
of that opinion myself.

How strange you've never
mentioned it before, Mama.

Well, you must have
forgotten, Anna.

No Mama. If I recall,
you always remarked

how fortunate
your sister Eliza was

the benefit of
such a beautiful room.

My dear mother spent
many happy hours

sitting in the window.

I have far too many children
to sit anywhere for hours.

Isabella.
I've just seen your sister Beth.

Oh!

Forgive me, I was not aware
you were all present.

Miss Austen!

What a pleasure to make

your acquaintance once more.

It is almost as good as
being in the presence

of your dear departed sister.

My dear.

Miss Austen here
was fortunate enough

to be sister
to the great lady novelist

Miss Jane Austen.

Imagine!

How splendid for you.

Now, Dundas, to the curtains.

I am concerned

ours will not fit those
rather large windows.

Now, Mama,
we must take our leave.

Mrs Bunbury is not a woman
to be kept waiting.

I'm sure something
could be arranged.

We could just
change the upholstery.

It is too plain for my taste.

I prefer something busier.

I am
deeply sorry, Isabella.

I was not aware

of all the facts
surrounding your situation.

If I gave you the impression

that your sister Beth
and Mr Lidderdale...

You gave no such
impression, Cassandra.

And even if you had done so,
it had no consequence.

It is true.

We did have feelings
for one another once.

He proposed and I refused him,

and that is an end to it.

Oh, Isabella, forgive me,
but I must ask you something.

Did you refuse him
of your own volition,

or were you instructed to do so?

My father would not
give his permission.

He considered Mr Lidderdale
to be beneath us.

Mr Lidderdale's mother
was a servant at the big house.

Do you see?

Yes, I see.

Mr Lidderdale has no inheritance
to speak of.

He works
in the service of the poor.

He is a good man.

Yes, I see that too.

But he is also a proud man.

I have refused him.

He will not ask again.

I take heart
from your example, Cassandra.

You have shown me
that the single life,

lived in the service of others,
can bring contentment.

Is that not so?

Indeed, my dear.

What is duty but a kind of love?

I would very much appreciate it
if you would pay Mary Jane visit

to settle the matter
of our future lodgings.

In, in!

So it is settled, then.

Isabella and I
will live together

as our dear departed father
so wished.

I would prefer to remain
in my house, where I am safe.

Isabella will move in here...

While... while your home
is undoubtedly charming,

I fear it cannot
accommodate both of you.

Neither of you
will be comfortable, sadly.

Hmm.

New lodgings
it is, then,

though, we must be mindful

not to burden Isabella
with an opinion on this matter.

She is at her best
when given guidance.

Come now.

Isabella organised
the Kintbury move

with great efficiency,

Only because you were here.

Well, I sincerely hope
you both find

comfort and companionship...

I care not
for companionship.

That is not the purpose
of us living together.

It is to ensure that Isabella
does not return to the behaviour

that caused our dear father
such great upset.

I take it you mean
the business with Mr Lidderdale?

Do not mention
that man.

His dalliance with my sister
threatened to bring

shame upon
my father's good name.

I must continue his legacy

and protect it still.

I do not think
it was a dalliance, Mary Jane.

I believe it to have been love.

Do not be ridiculous.

Isabella's head was turned

because he paid her
a little attention.

I will begin preparations
for removals immediately.

All my possessions
must come with me.

- All of them?
- Yes, all of them.

They are my
late husband's treasures.

Brought them back from India.

And they are a reminder
of my happiest times.

Let it be known.

I'm only doing this
for my father.

Out of duty.

- Ma'am.
- Mmm?

Dinah, it seems

Miss Isabella is to be settled
with Mrs Mary Jane Dexter,

so there is no further need
for me to remain here.

It seems I have outstayed
my welcome long enough.

I'll pack your belongings
at once, ma'am.

No, thank you.
I will pack my own trunk.

Very well, ma'am, if you insist.

Yes, Dinah, I do.

Eliza,
my mother, Jane and I thank you

for your heartfelt condolences.

Mama is bearing
our father's loss,

which is immeasurable,

with great courage.

But as for Jane, it is as if
she is sinking away from me.

I cannot persuade her
to pick up a pen,

even to a letter,

and I am fearful
she may never write again.

Mama.

The time has come for us
to discuss our business.

Yes.

Our business.

Your sister?

Thank you
for getting up, my darling.

I promise
this will not take long.

So,

now that we can no longer rely
on Father's income and annuity,

that has left a little deficit
in our finances.

But, Mother, I am pleased to say

that your sons
have risen to the occasion.

Frank has insisted
on offering us

100 pounds per annum.

Oh, that magnificent boy.

But I'm sorry, we cannot accept.

He will be married soon

and he cannot afford
to waste that on us.

It's enough to know
that he offered.

How proud your father would be.

I agree, Mama.

But his generosity has been
matched by James and Edward.

It has now been arranged

that Frank and James
will give 50 pounds each,

and Edward another 100.

Mercy me.

Was there ever
such excellent sons?

Wait.

Am I to understand that Frank,

the hard-working sailor
with no home of his own,

first offered
one hundred pounds,

but Edward Austen
of the Godmersham estate in Kent

offered the same amount
and no more?

Yes, they are all so generous.

We will have to take smaller
and cheaper lodgings, of course,

but if we are to visit
friends and family

in the summer months
that will not be so bad.

So that gives us a total of
200 pounds,

to which we can add to the yield
of our own money.

To which I contribute nothing.

Not a farthing.

What a wretched creature I am.

You are our
great strength, Cassy,

as your father knew
you would be.

We will manage
quite handsomely, I'm sure.

What can I do for you?

Nothing.

There is nothing anyone can do
to help a woman who has been

on this earth for 30 years
and has nothing to show for it.

Many a writer
has known disappointment

at some stage, Jane.

You sold "Susan"
to Mr Crosby.

Those ten pounds
were earned, my dearest.

They were not the profit
of some legacy.

And we both know
that same Mr Crosby

never published it.

I must face the fact
that nothing will ever come

of my writing now.

No, Jane.

You've protected me for so long.

You allowed me to be alone
in my head

and I thank you for that.

I had opportunities.

I squandered them.

Allow me to grieve for that
and Papa both.

Isabella, if I may,
there is no garden.

We have no need
of a garden.

I never go outside,
If I can help it.

You may not, Mary Jane,
but I do.

And if we are to live together
we must both be satisfied.

Cassandra is correct.

There must be a garden.

You are here
to assist me, Cassandra.

Our search
for affordable accommodation

has brought us back

to the county
of Hampshire, Eliza.

Southampton seems
an agreeable enough place,

and we will make the best of it.

My only real concern
is for Jane.

She finds change very difficult,

which is unfortunate as change
comes at us so often

and without
the courtesy of warning.

I fear she may be on the brink
of another bout of melancholy.

Are we not blessed
to have this on our doorstep?

We are indeed blessed.

We shall find
better lodgings, Jane.

And in a few months
when our sister-in-law

is out of her
latest confinement,

we shall pay a visit
to Godmersham.

The grounds alone
shall cheer you.

You are my Lizzie Bennet
to the root.

One glimpse of beautiful grounds
and everything changes.

You flatter me, comparing me
to Lizzie Bennet, my dear.

Perhaps you will write something
when you are there.

No.

All of that behind me now.

I suppose I could make something
of the garden, perhaps.

Do you not think it might be

a little small
for two people, Isabella?

Where, where would you teach?

Teach? Why would you
want to teach?

Isabella must continue
her teaching, Mary Jane.

It would be a misfortune
for her pupils to be denied her.

You are right, Cassandra.

I must do that, if nothing else.

Would it help if I read
some of the pages out loud,

so you can hear
how good they are?

I'm desperate to know

if Colonel Brandon
and Marianne are to be married.

I'm afraid their fate
must remain unknown

to the entire world.

I will never see it published.

Cassy.

What is amiss, Mama?

It's from
Mr Hobday.

How does he know where we live?

Um, his mother and I have been
corresponding since Sidmouth.

And she was most kind
when your papa died.

Mother...

Are you sure you will not
take tea, Mr Hobday?

No, thank you.
I can't stay for long.

I have more business in town.

How do you find Southampton?

It is pleasant enough.

It's most unlike Derbyshire...

or Sidmouth, even.

When my mother informed me
that you were a resident here,

I had a pressing need
to see you again.

For what reason?

I wished to inform you,

in person...
of my position.

I am to be married,

Miss Austen.

Cassy.

Then I must wish you and your

intended
my heartfelt congratulations.

Thank you. Um...

If you'll forgive me,
I'm not quite sure

what this has to do with me.

Uh, we were friends once.

Yes, we were, for a short while.

Yes, more than friends,
if I may say.

And I, I wish to know, to...

to see for myself
if that was still the case.

Please don't ask me that.

Why?

Why?

Because you are unsure? Or ...

- or because...
- Look around, Mr Hobday.

This is where
my beloved family

now find themselves.

Our circumstances have changed.

They need me now more than ever.

Yes, but I could be party
to helping them, could I not?

You are the kindest of men.

But the truth is,

my sister would not survive
without my constant care.

My duty is here with her.

Er, than I shall not ask again.

Thank you.

And I wish you both
all the happiness that there is.

The most
dreadful news reached us

last night, Eliza.

Our brother Edward's wife,
Elizabeth Austen,

died from a seizure during
her latest confinement.

Godmersham has been plunged
into darkness.

Cassy is travelling there
as I write.

Those poor children
and dear, dear Edward.

Their loss is unimaginable.

Brother.

Can I get you anything?

No, thank you.

Nothing.

I will see
to the children, then.

Cassy.

The children
and I would like it,

very much, if you were
to come and live with us.

Oh, Edward...

I feel for you all so deeply.

And I will do anything
in my power to help you, but...

I cannot live with you.

My place is with Jane
and our mother.

My first duty is to them.

Of course.

I do see that.

Do you still plan to visit
Chawton from time to time?

I do.

I think it'll be good
for the children.

And as Mama has always said,

Hampshire
is the king of counties.

Well then perhaps
I could make a suggestion

that might help all of us.

You, the children,
Mama and Jane.

Pray tell.

That small cottage in Chawton,

the one opposite the duck pond.

It is close to the Great House,
is it not?

If we were to live there,

well then when you
and the children

are in residence there, we...
we would see much of you.

Clever Cassy.

That is by far
the best solution,

for all of us.

Oh...

What a generous brother you are.

It is perfection.

Jane.

That little desk is just

sitting there
waiting for you to use it.

All those manuscripts
you've been carrying around

for so long could finally
come out of hiding.

What is there to stop you now?

It is over.

The worst is behind us.

The house is quite charming,
is it not?

And the garden
is a perfect size to manage.

I thought the house to be
far too bright.

We'd need
extremely heavy drapes.

The sun is very damaging,

both to your person
and to your belongings.

I know this having lived
under it for so long.

I am sure the drapes
would be no hardship.

And we would not need them
in all rooms.

Particularly not in that
delightful little room

which would be perfect
for teaching my pupils.

Isabella, we are
yet to agree on this matter.

I do not like the idea of
strangers coming

to our house.

They are not
strangers, Mary Jane.

Not to me.

But then we'll need
stronger bolts.

We'll finalise
the lease tomorrow.

Isabella, are you sure
you're quite happy about...

all of this.

It will be fine, Cassandra,

as long as I have my teaching
and my garden,

and as long as I cannot see

the vicarage from any window.

Ladies.

Mr Lidderdale.

How are you both?

Well, I trust?

Quite well, thank you.

We have been to view a cottage,
have we not, Isabella?

Yes.

We have.

For yourself, Miss Fowle?

Yes, for me,

and my sister,
Mrs Mary Jane Dexter.

And I sincerely hope

this arrangement
will suit you well.

I hope so too.

It is quite the prettiest
of cottages,

is it not, Isabella?

It is, very pretty.

I have a new situation also.

I have been offered the position
of surgeon at Shalbourne.

I will be leaving
within the month.

I wish you well.

And I you.

Come, Cassandra.

We still have a great deal
to do at the vicarage.

Goodbye, Mr Lidderdale.

Dinah, my sister and I
have found a house.

It will suit us well.

There is a room for you,
so your future is also assured.

though you are
not beholden to us,

so if by any chance
a young gentleman should...

Cassandra, I would like it
very much indeed

if we could finish
reading Persuasionnow.

It would be
a fitting end to your visit.

"There was too much

"wind to make the high part
of the new Cobb

"pleasant for the ladies,

"and they agreed to get down
the steps to the lower.

"All were content

"to pass quietly and carefully
down the steep flight,

"excepting Louisa.

"She must be jumped down
by Captain Wentworth..."

"The hardness
of the pavement on her feet

"made him less willing
upon the present occasion,

"he did it, however..."

"She was
safely down

"and instantly ran up the steps
to be jumped down again.

"He advised her against it..."

"...thought the jar too great,

"but he reasoned
and talked in vain.

"She smiled and said..."

"I am determined I will."

"I am determined I will."

"He put out his hands.

"Louisa was too precipitate.

"She fell on the pavement
on the lower Cobb

"and was taken up

"lifeless!"

You have killed her!

"There was no wound,

"no blood, no visible bruise,

"but her eyes were closed

"and she breathed not..."

"Her face was like death,

"the horror of the moment

"to all who stood around."

"'She is dead!'

"'She is dead!' screamed Mary."

How could Jane have
done this to her, to us?

Read on, I beg you.

"'Is there no one to help me?'

"Were the first words

"which burst
from Captain Wentworth,

"in a tone of despair,

"as if all his strength
were gone."

Won't somebody help him, please?

"'Rub her hands,
rub her temples,' cried Anne.

"'Here, here are the salts.'

- "'Take them.'"
- Yes, the salts!

Take the salts!

Take the salts,
take the salts.

"Captain Benwick obeyed.

"Captain Wentworth,

"staggering against the wall
for his support,

"exclaimed
in the bitterest agony,

"'Oh God!'

"'Her father and her mother!'

"'A surgeon!' said Anne.

"'A surgeon this instant!'"

A surgeon...

A surgeon...

A surgeon.

I can't.

She falls.

She falls.

She falls.

She must have fainted,
or tripped.

There's barely a pulse.

Dinah? Dinah, stay with us.

Dinah.

Isabella. I fear she may have
sustained serious injuries.

Go, go and fetch
Mr Lidderdale at once.

Go, Isabella!

Mr Lidderdale!

Mr Lidderdale!

Mr Lidderdale!

There has been
the most terrible accident.

Allow me.

Nothing broken,

I'm pleased to say.

A concussion, then?

As far as I can tell.

Would you open my bag
and pass me

the witch hazel and lint?

Miss Austen, some water, please.

Yes, of course.

She'll have a good bump coming.

Salts, do you think?

Most definitely.

Thank you, for coming.

I will always come,
if you require it of me.

After all that has
gone on between us,

you could be forgiven
for refusing.

I could never turn my back
on a patient.

Or on you, Miss Isabella.

She's back with us.

He came then...

Oh...

Dinah, try not to move.

My head hurts, ma'am.

You had a nasty fall.

You were very lucky.

I've made you some tea.

The good China, ma'am.

Yes.

I found it hidden away.

It seems you hadn't got round
to packing it yet.

Miss Isabella loves it, so...

She couldn't
wish for a better friend.

You mean me, ma'am?

Because of you
and your escapade,

Miss Isabella and Mr Lidderdale
have been reconciled.

I'm sure I don't know
what you're talking about.

It's a peculiar coincidence,

but there's a very similar event

in my sister's novel,
Persuasion.

In fact, I was reading
that very passage

just before you fell.

That is a peculiar thing, ma'am.

Mmm.

I applaud your bravery
and your presence of mind.

I, on the other hand,
have been extremely slow

to understand precisely

what was going on
right under my nose.

You got there in the end, though.

They love each other, ma'am.

It's always been that way.

But the master would have
none of it on account of

Mr Lidderdale's background, see.

Did Isabella's mother
know anything of this?

If she did, she never let on.

She wasn't one for meddling,

even when meddling
was what was needed.

No, not like us.

The difference between
you and me, ma'am,

is that my meddling has done
to the good.

I cannot write.

I am nothing but a drag
on the household.

This shall
come with me.

I cannot shake
this feeling of fear.

It is as if a monster
is stalking our threshold

and I am desperate
to keep it at bay.

With me.

I enjoy this
present weather from top to toe,

from right to left,
longitudinally,

perpendicularly, diagonally...

Good one for Mary.

Walter Scott
has no business to write novels,

especially good ones.

He has fame and profit
enough as a poet

and should not be taking...

That can stay here.

Were there a way out of

my gloom I should find it.

- All these potions and...
- Coming with me.

I have sold
a novel, Eliza.

Mary.

This time I am
certain to be published.

For now, the world
is to know me only as "a lady."

It is well that I have
always enjoyed

being a woman of mystery.

Dearest Eliza, I am quite
delighted with your letter.

Your liking Darcy and Elizabeth
is enough to satisfy my vanity.

You'll be glad to hear

that the first edition
ofMansfield Park

is all sold.

I shall not plague you with any
sordid particulars about money.

Oh Eliza, I am most gratified
you enjoyedEmma,

though her passage
into the world

has not gone as smoothly
as I'd hoped.

The Quarterly Review
feels the novel lacks incident.

How dare they?

I hurry to finish it
on account of the pain

I am suffering in my back.

Cassy says it is the strain
of sitting over my work

for so many hours every day,

But I am not sure
it isn't something more.

I confess, I would swap all hope

of wealth and success
to feel well again.

We have seen an army of doctors,

but none of them can name
what ails me.

Alright?

Mmm. Yes, fine.

Cassy will not be
deterred, however.

She has taken me to Cheltenham,
where she is convinced

the waters will bring a miracle.

I try very hard
to convince myself

that my symptoms are lifting,

but they are not, Eliza.

This poor, stubborn body of mine
seems quite set on decline.

But we will soon be back
with you in Kintbury,

and that alone
raises my spirits.

How is she,
do you think, Eliza?

She's very thin.

I'm a little alarmed
by these strange

black patches on her arms.

I'm sure
they are nothing, Cassy.

There's a doctor in Winchester

who thinks
he might be able to help.

I'm taking her there next.

- Er...
- Eliza?

Cass, I...

Eliza, my dear,

I hope you've remembered
I'm out this evening.

A Tory dinner in Newbury.

How is your sister doing today?

We were just saying she...

she seems better.

Really?

I detect a great sadness.

It's a pity those books of hers
come to nothing.

Jane has had
four novels published,

and all to great acclaim.

No profit in them, though,
so Mary tells us.

We did try the new one, um,
some lady's name.

What was it again? Um...

- Emma.
- Yes.

Afraid we read the first chapter
then skipped to the end.

I did not.

I read to the end,
and I enjoyed it very much.

Perhaps you might find
Jane's new novel Persuasion

more to your liking, Fulwar.

It is to be her best one yet.

Hmm!

Winchester
seems quite a pretty town.

You must try to rest,
my darling.

I have the doctor's address.
I will hurry there now.

No, I do not want him.

He promises an improvement.
We must try everything.

No more, Cass. I'm tired.

I want to go home to Chawton.

But it's too late, is it not?

Cass.

What is it? What do you need?

You're exhausted.

I'm fine.

Do not be upset,
but Mary Austen is on her way.

So be it.

I came as soon as I could.

I'll sit with her now.

You must rest.

Go. If anything changes,
I will call for you.

At once.

I will not go without you.

Mary. Come sit with me.

Yes.

Oh, we could never
beat you at cards.

- You were always too clever.
- Too clever by half.

And then you would
play the Preludes for us.

You were gifted
in so many ways, Jane.

And then my beloved James would

would delight us
with his poetry.

Yes, he would.

Oh, Jane.

Such happy times.

Has she gone?

She has.

It was touching to see
you both so cheerful together.

Disaster often brings out
the best in Mary.

It's success that disturbs
her good nature.

She pities me now
even more than she once did.

And there I was,
the happiest woman in England,

but she could only see tragedy.

Do you think others saw me
the way Mary did?

As a joyless creature?

What does it matter
what other people think?

It matters.

It matters to me.

I do not want the world
to know of my sadness,

only of the joy in my stories.

Tell me what it is
that you want.

Nothing but death.

It will not be long now,
my darling,

until you will be at peace.

Jane Austen,

you have been the best,

the most loyal, most...

most loving, most gifted sister.

And I, Cassy Austen,

have been the most blessed
sister to have loved you.

I trust
I am not intruding, my dear.

I am delighted
to see you so overjoyed.

- I assume Mr Lidderdale has...
- Proposed.

Yes! Yes, he has,

and I have accepted,

gratefully and with my
whole heart.

Thank you for insisting
I fetch him.

Thank Dinah for giving me cause.

And dear Jane,
for the inspiration.

I think we have sufficient cause
for celebration, do we not?

Besides, I am sure the new vicar
and his wife

will have no use for these.

Well...

I shall miss you both,

but I will also be pleased
to sleep in my own bed.

It's me!
Where are you all?

Ma'am.

I, er, found this lying around.

Wouldn't want it
falling into the wrong hands,

so you might as well have it.

I can't read it anyway
so it's no use to me.

Thank you, dear Dinah.

Well,

here's a thing.

Once again, you intend to travel
without the courtesy

of informing
your only remaining sister.

What on earth? Get up at once.

Isabella, what a good thing
I came back.

We'd never be ready by tomorrow.

A blessing indeed, Aunt Mary.

Er, Mary,

on the matter
of Eliza's letters,

perhaps you could look
in the settle in her room.

It was the only place
I didn't manage to search.

If I recall, Eliza

tied Jane's letters
in a blue ribbon.

Very well.

I shall do that now.

Come along, Isabella.

That unspeakable man Dundas

will be upon us
before we know it.

Cassandra will forgive us
for leaving her

to wait for her coach alone.

You are forgiven.

Goodbye, my dear.

Staying here once more
has meant a great deal.

Be sure to take two of
the very best sets of China

to your new home.

No one will ever notice.

There, there,
there, there.

Let's not fuss too much.

The best farewells
are the short ones.

Dinah.

Ma'am.

Look after yourself,

and don't be going out
in the rain.

So, this will be the last time
you and I meet in this house.

We've had so much history here,
and now it will be lost.

Our history will be safe
in our memories.

All we can do is pass them on

to those who come after us,

with us much honesty
as we can muster.

As if anyone is interested
in us women.

Farewell, then.

Sister.

Walk on.

This will be
my last letter.

I do not have the strength
to write to you again, Eliza,

but I thank you now
for your friendship,

wish you long health
and happiness.

I beg you to look after
my dear darling Cass.

An attack of my sad complaint
has seized me again,

and reduced me so low

that I now feel
recovery unlikely.

You must not pity me, though.

For if I am to die now,

I am convinced I will die
as the luckiest of women.

Words fail me when I think
of the kindness of my family

during this illness.

As for Cassandra,

she has been the most tender,

watchful sister
throughout my life.

She has protected me always,

and I know she will protect
my legacy after I have gone.

As to what I owe her,

I can only cry over,

and hope her life will be
blessed more and yet more.

These next years will be hard.

We have never borne
separation easily.

But as I approach
this final departure,

I am selfishly grateful

that it was never my fate
to be the one who survived.

For how could I?

What sort of life
would it have been

if I did not have her
by my side?

With my fondest affection,

Jane.