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I'm sorry to take you all away from your work on what

must be a very busy day.

But the wedding is nearly upon us,

and I wanted to speak to you one more time.

What I would ask is that from now on,

you act as a single team.

When the florists arrive the day before, please help them.

If the kitchen staff need more hands on deck,

please help them.

As the rooms are prepared, please

help if there is a way for you to do so.

Thank you.

That is all.

Church, are we prepared for those

we've offered transport to?

I believe so, ma'am.

I've spoken to Mr. Johnson.

I want to see the cake when it's ready if I can.

You will, ma'am.

Are there any other questions?

Will Miss Gladys be coming downstairs today?

Miss Gladys has decided to use this time

to rest before the event.

When she feels she has rested enough, she will come down.

Thank you.

As long as she isn't planning another escape.

The moment for that sort of talk has passed, Mrs. Bruce.

Thank you.

Ada, dear, you should have ordered something new to wear.

I don't see why.

Oh, yes.

It does seem odd that such an insignificant girl

should be the center of New York's imaginings.

Marian likes her.

Marian is overgenerous.

Mrs. Van Rhijn, we have your latest bill.

But there seems to be some confusion

as to whom it should be sent.

Oh.

To me.

Mrs. Luke Forte, I will take charge

of the bills from now on.

Very good, Mrs. Forte.

- Yes. - Thank you.

I see.

Every penny I spend will be scrutinized?

Every penny you spend of mine is to be scrutinized, yes.

When the shoe was on the other foot,

did I ever question you?

Yes.

Well, I might have asked why you needed clothes

when you never went out.

Well, now we are both to go to the Russell wedding.

And I am looking at the bill.

I will pay it, but I suppose I have the right

to peruse it before I do.

Can you drop me off at the armory on the way home?

I have my charity committee meeting.

Oh.

Of course.

How long do you expect to be?

Oh, a couple of hours, I should think.

I'll be home for lunch.

Why?

Oh.

No reason.

Oh.

What did Mr. Russell want?

He got a letter.

Who from? Saying what?

Mr. Weston, the manufacturer we tried

to interest in the clock.

And is he interested?

He didn't say, just that he wants to meet us again.

Well, you must have some idea if he sounds keen.

He doesn't sound anything.

He just gave us a time and place for the meeting.

Perhaps he decided to steal your idea and go it alone.

That's not likely with a patent.

Patents could be broken.

When is this meeting?

The day before Miss Russell's wedding.

You don't think I should let Mr. Larry go on his own?

No.

Whether the news is good or bad,

you must be there to hear it.

What have you got against Marian Brook?

I have nothing against her.

I've invited her to the wedding, haven't I?

I've invited her aunts.

I've invited her cousin.

Short of asking her aunt's dog, what more can I do?

Then why can't she be a bridesmaid?

She's about the same size as Leonie Jerome.

And who else could take over at a few days' notice?

But we have Carrie Astor, Mary Drexel, Isobel Winthrop.

Mother, Miss Jerome is ill.

And if you want six, you need to find someone

who can wear the same dress.

Besides, she and Gladys like each other.

Bertha, have you seen this?

Miss Russell will have her future monogram

embroidered in gold on every detail of her corsetry.

Her underwear?

This is too much.

How do they get this information?

What if Hector should think we're

doing it to attract attention?

I'm not sure I care, but you ought to find

out where it's coming from.

But what's wrong with Miss Brook?

Is she not prominent enough for you?

Since you forced my hand, no, she is not.

After her marriage, Gladys will be one of the most

important figures in New York.

Her place in London Society will be the same.

Miss Brook doesn't compare.

Bertha, is it really so important?

Don't go to the stake for everything.

Very well.

I'll write to Miss Brook.

A footman can take it over.

And I hope it makes you happy.

Nothing about this makes me happy.

Have you invited Aunt Monica yet?

- No. - Why not?

Would it be fair?

She'd have to come all the way from Albany.

And she's really not a big city person.

Mother, she's your sister and the only one of your relations

that we know.

What is it?

Are you trying to rewrite your own history until it stands up

against Mrs. Astor's scrutiny?

But she'd have to stay here.

And what's the problem?

Is the house too small?

Someone is here a lingering soul.

Open your minds, and let your hearts be free of doubt.

I have a real sense of suffering, of great loss.

Very great loss.

There is a man not young,

but not old either,

a gentleman, and loving, loving toward you.

Oh.

That must be my husband.

- He wants to know. - Yes?

He wants to know.

What?

What does he want to know?

Where is Mrs. Forte?

She's in the dining room.

The dining room?

Yes, but I'm not sure she expects to be disturbed.

That does not apply to me.

What is going on?

You're back much earlier than I thought you'd be.

I didn't attend the meeting.

Why not?

Because you paid the subscription,

so you are now listed as a member.

And I am out of it completely.

Well, I'm sorry.

Don't be.

Now, who is this?

May I present Madame Dashkova?

Madame Dashkova is known to Mrs. Bauer for her skills in...

I wait with bated breath.

Her skills in communicating with the dead.

What?

I think you heard.

I was hoping my ears had deceived me.

Please don't say this is about Luke.

Is there someone else I should be speaking to?

These things are hard to understand for the novice.

I understand very well that my sister

is grieving, vulnerable, and open to the power

of suggestion.

My sister is generous, but she can be narrow

when it comes to anything beyond our normal sphere

of existence.

It is not the first time that I have encountered this.

Nor will it be the last, I am sure.

Perhaps you would be good enough to leave us.

Bannister.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You take my card.

We will meet again.

Your husband has more to say to you.

Goodbye, Mrs. Bauer.

And thank you.

Madame Dashkova is going.

You may go too, Mrs. Bauer.

And please refrain from interfering

in this matter again.

Yes, ma'am.

I won't reprimand you as that would not be appropriate.

I will only say that Luke would not approve of this.

I won't give up.

I believe in a life after death.

And so do you.

Yes, but I don't believe in table tapping, and crystal

balls, and any of the other nonsense

designed to raise your hopes and part you with your money.

Oh, please, let's not go five minutes

without talking about money.

At least money is real, unlike the desperate dreams

of a lonely woman.

I am lonely.

I miss my husband.

Should I be ashamed of that?

No, but to be ashamed of this childish folderol

that you've been toying with.

There are more things in heaven and Earth, Agnes,

than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

You don't know everything.

No, I don't.

And one of the things I don't know

is how you invited that charlatan into our home.

Was she very angry?

Wouldn't you be angry if you saw sketches of your daughter's

undergarments being hawked on the corner

by newspaper sellers?

She's horrified.

I don't blame her.

The latest article was the last straw.

We must bring it to an end, or there may be consequences.

You mean she could fire whomever she suspects?

She's angry enough to sack us all just to be sure.

And she's certain it's one of us.

Why must it be a member of the staff?

Why not one of the dressmakers?

That's a point which I will mention when I next see her.

I suppose when the papers want to write about you,

there's bound to be a downside.

I can't see the upside.

You'll be glad to hear Miss Brook accepts

and is off to her fitting.

And I will walk her down the aisle as a groomsman.

She'll walk down the aisle with the others behind Gladys.

We're doing it the English way.

You have a visitor, Madam, who says she is expected.

Miss O'Brien.

What?

Your sister is in the hall, Mother.

But why is she in the house at all?

Hadn't we better go through to greet her?

Hello, Bertha.

Aunt Monica.

Welcome.

Why are you here?

I accepted your kind invitation.

I wrote to Larry since he wrote to me.

But didn't he tell you?

Of course he did.

Church, send Miss O'Brien's bags to the tapestry room,

and tell Mrs. Bruce.

I take it from Bertha's expression

that you're not expecting me.

Of course we're expecting you.

You're representing the O'Briens.

You have a very important job to do.

Where's Gladys?

She's lying down.

The whole thing has worn her out.

I can imagine.

I'll just go see if she's all right.

I'll come too.

Father, can you look after Aunt Monica?

Come to the drawing room and tell me all your news.

I'm not convinced Bertha's very pleased to see me.

Nonsense. She's delighted.

Nobody loves family more than Bertha.

Why are you so indignant?

Larry said you thought she should come,

so he sent her an invitation in case it slipped your mind.

Doesn't it occur to you both that she

may feel overwhelmed by it all and thoroughly out of place?

She doesn't seem overwhelmed.

Really, you constantly seek to undermine me.

I thought it was agreed.

It was discussed.

It was not agreed.

Will you at least come down to say hello?

I don't think so.

You must come down eventually.

Or what, you'll dress me by force

and drag me to the church in chains?

More lemonade, Mrs. Scott.

Oh, yes. Thank you.

It's so nice of you to have us, Mrs. Kirkland.

Oh, not at all.

I wanted to see Miss Scott again.

William showed me your article on the South.

It seemed a rather angry and violent subject

for a young woman to write about.

It is violent, Mother, and angry.

And someone has to write about it.

But not, I would have thought, a young lady.

Oh, well, Peggy's interested in politics.

Oh, really?

Well, as a colored woman, she's a long way from the vote.

Oh, it will come and in my lifetime.

I wish I could be as sure of anything as you are.

Oh.

Well, we must be supportive of the rights of our sex

as well as our color.

My goal was to be a good wife and mother.

But I suppose young women don't want that anymore.

Oh, I want to be a good wife and mother who has the vote.

Well said.

My son seems quite persuaded by you, Mrs. Scott.

He wants me to come hear your talk.

And I will.

Oh.

I'm impressed, Mrs. Kirkland.

Any time my son is so taken with a body,

I'm bound to be curious.

This is it?

You wanted to know what I'm wearing for the wedding.

I also thought you could use some extra clothes

- while you're here. - Why?

I'm not a doll for you to dress.

How many clothes do I need?

As a rule, I get up into a dress to shop or write letters.

Then I change for luncheon or paying calls.

And then I change again sometime after 6:00 for dinner

and perhaps one last time before

going to a ball or the opera.

Heavens.

I might change once if someone's coming to break

bread, but that's about it.

What dress will you wear to meet the Duke?

He's coming for dinner tonight.

That's the only one I have that would

count as a dress for you.

You wanted to see me, ma'am?

Miss O'Brien will need some more clothes while she's here.

Please show her what I have, let her choose,

and alter them if necessary.

But it's not necessary.

I think it is.

I assure you, I can dress myself.

And I prefer to wear my own clothes.

I will wear the dress to the dinner and the wedding.

Fine.

The Duke is a man.

He won't notice.

Very good, ma'am.

What rules do you live by?

But that's you all over.

You always had a right way and a wrong way for everything.

We have our habits.

It's easier for the staff.

So which is the throne room?

What do you mean?

You're royal now.

I assume you have a place to receive your subjects.

The Duke is not royal.

He's noble.

I don't know the difference.

Is that very shocking?

What's he like?

You'll see for yourself this evening.

He's bringing his sister.

He's not staying?

No, he has a room at the Union Club.

We don't want them to see too much of each other

before the wedding.

You mean in case they discover they

don't really like each other?

We don't want to diminish the excitement of their romance.

They can get to know each other later.

Aunt Agnes.

I don't often see you up here.

The wedding gown is in the evening paper.

I thought you would be interested.

Mrs. Russell won't like that.

Are you mad?

She probably delivered it herself.

Or maybe it was Gladys.

I'm not sure you understand Mrs. Russell, Aunt Agnes.

You certainly don't understand Gladys.

I've been in New York a long time, my dear.

Such people come and go.

But why do you think Mrs. Russell

wanted you to be a part of it?

Because it is a big thing, you know.

Maybe she just wanted to be nice.

I don't think so.

Might she be building you up to be a suitable society

bride for her son?

Certainly not.

Why else would she give you such a prominent role?

And the boy's keen, isn't he?

Hmm?

I know you talk about such things

with Ada and never to me.

But my eyes do open, and I can see through them.

I am not what Mrs. Russell wants.

Believe me, Mrs. Russell would be lucky to get you.

So have they finished work on your dress?

Tell me about it.

It's very pretty.

As pretty as money can buy.

Mr. Weston won't be long.

Can I get you anything?

No, thank you.

None for me.

Thank you.

What should we do if he's just stolen the idea?

Don't be silly.

We have a patent.

Miss Armstrong says people can get around patents.

Not often.

Hello, gentlemen.

This is Mr. Eldridge, who helps me with my businesses.

Please.

Mm.

I won't beat about the bush.

We like your clock.

That is exactly what we wanted to hear.

Of course.

And we feel we have some ideas that we...

I'm sorry to cut you off.

We're not looking for a partnership.

We want to buy the clock and the patent,

lock, stock, and barrel.

Uh...

Before we answer, may we know how much you are offering?

We were thinking of three.

Or four.

We cannot go higher.

I'm afraid you must.

We were hoping for six.

You know you'll intend to make many times that.

I suspect you've already discussed this figure.

You drive a hard bargain.

Very well, gentlemen.

$600,000.

What?

I'm sorry.

We cannot go any higher.

Gentlemen, we have a deal.

Thank you.

And if I may say so, well done.

Another article.

This one's about the mistress and Miss Gladys

arguing about the wedding dress.

It seems so underhand for them to print it without permission.

You don't know many journalists then?

The mistress will be in more of a rage than ever.

She'll want blood.

But suppose it was Madame Donovan?

Who?

Madame Donovan made the dress.

Everyone expected it to be Monsieur Worth.

But Miss Gladys wanted an American designer.

It might be Madame Donovan.

If she gets enough publicity out of it,

she'll be made for life.

Have you said that to the mistress?

Careful.

If Mrs. Russell thinks it might be true,

she's angry enough to have Madame Donovan done away with.

Well, at least we'd be off the hook.

That's enough.

We have His Grace's sister for dinner this evening.

Every tiny detail must be right.

Well, we'll certainly hear about it.

Who do you think is selling our secrets?

Happily, no one will suspect me.

So what happens next?

Well, we drink a toast to ourselves, I suppose.

We couldn't have hoped for a better deal.

But there's no more to be done about the clock?

No more to be done.

Strange.

I thought I'd be working on this the rest of my life.

What'll I do now, I wonder.

You mean now you're almost as rich as Mrs. Forte

and much richer than Mrs. Van Rhijn.

I won't tell them.

Not yet.

Well, good luck when the time comes.

Jack?

John?

Don't keep us in suspense.

How did it go?

It went well, I think.

You think?

You don't know?

And that's all we're going to know for now, at least.

Do not misunderstand me.

The Tuskegee School is a fine institution

and provides real opportunity for colored students.

Indeed, Mr. Booker T. Washington is a great man,

but we must be under no illusion.

These new discriminatory laws are an attempt

to deprive colored citizens of the rights and benefits

of reconstruction that were won the hard way

with the Civil War.

Thank you.

Mrs. Fane, what a pleasure to see you.

Miss Brook wrote to tell me you were speaking.

I thought your talk went very well.

Thank you.

I don't think I understood the damage

these new laws are doing.

You're not alone in that, I'm afraid.

But how are you?

Miss Brook told me you've been going through

some difficult times yourself.

I'm doing as well as I can.

I'm surprised you're not in New York

for Miss Russell's wedding.

It seemed better not.

Well, this is my mother, Mrs. Scott,

and our cousin, Mrs. Trumbo.

This is Mrs. Fane, a cousin of Miss Brook's.

You must be proud of your daughter.

And now, if you'll excuse me.

She seems nice, but a little sad.

Her husband's divorcing her.

She's unhappy, but his mind is made up.

I'm sorry to hear it.

Look.

It's Dr. Kirkland and his parents.

Yes.

How lovely to see you.

So nice of you to join us.

Is Mr. Scott not with you?

No.

He had to go back to the city.

Shame.

But he's not an important man, is he?

Not like us.

His history is so very different from ours.

My husband is an honorable man, a business owner,

and a proud husband and father.

How different is that than you?

It's the same.

And my wife would agree.

Newport is not the center of everyone's world, Elizabeth.

I hope you all enjoyed Peggy's talk.

It was wonderful.

I'm so glad I could hear you speak about your work.

It piqued my curiosity to read your book even more.

Well, that's still a work in progress.

But it's so kind of you all to come.

And I am really glad if you did enjoy it.

Very much.

Well, again, I cannot pretend to understand

your choice of subjects, but you spoke well.

And now I must go.

William?

Are you coming?

If you wish, Mother.

Give our best to Arthur.

I will.

Miss Scott.

Ladies.

The gall of that woman.

I just couldn't stay silent.

That's what you and father were arguing about?

Yes, and her other predilections.

So you spend your time at Sidmouth Castle?

Well, we go to London for the season

and to Scotland for the grouse, of course.

Of course.

It sounds admirably regimented.

We Yanks live quite a knockabout life by comparison.

Don't we, Bertha?

Should the ladies go through, or shall we have

- our coffee here? - Here.

Why not?

So are we all prepared for tomorrow's madness?

Don't exaggerate.

Well, there is a lot of curiosity about the wedding

in the papers.

But perhaps it's good.

The wonders that can happen for a modern American girl.

I don't like the idea of a wedding becoming

a public entertainment.

My sister does not much enjoy public scrutiny.

But what about you?

Are you ready to star in a public show, Duke?

My sister says I must call you Duke.

As my wife's aunt, I hope you will call me Hector.

We are all family.

But will any of your relations

be joining us tomorrow, Lady Sarah?

Some cousins who live in New York.

Not your husband?

Or children?

I'm not married.

That's why I live with my brother at Sidmouth.

Will you move out now?

I hope not.

Hector?

I hadn't thought about it.

I wonder if Gladys has thought about it.

I would.

I apologize, Miss O'Brien.

I don't understand how that could have broken.

Well, my dress is ruined.

That's for sure.

I'm so sorry.

George, ask Mrs. Bruce to come help Miss O'Brien.

I'll go up to my room.

Send Mrs. Bruce if you want, but I can

climb the stairs on my own.

Well, should we go to the drawing room?

Perhaps I can offer you a glass of whisky, Hector.

No.

I must get Sarah back to her cousin's house.

I'll see you all tomorrow.

And thank you.

Yes. Thank you, Mrs. Russell.

You've been very kind.

Call me Bertha now we're related, as Hector said.

Yes.

I suppose we are, in a way.

Thank you, Andre. I can manage.

So were you pleased with this evening?

I don't know about pleased,

but I suppose everything's settled.

Lady Sarah's a cold fish.

And she seems to have Hector well under control.

Let's hope Gladys proves to be a match for her.

That's if she comes out of her bedroom tomorrow.

She will.

I'm not dragging her to the church

if she doesn't want to come.

So then what?

We spend the rest of our lives getting sneered at every time

we leave the house?

You got us into this.

I agreed to go along, but that's all.

Then stick to your agreement.

How's your sister doing?

I looked in on her. She seems fine.

I hope the coffee didn't burn her.

No, it wasn't hot.

Bertha, tell me you didn't.

The dress was hideous, George.

How could I let her appear before the whole

of New York looking like a cook on her day off?

It would have been unkind.

So it was an act of mercy?

I've got something picked out from two years ago.

No one will remember me in it.

She'll look lovely.

We're a pretty ruthless pair, aren't we, you and I?

I don't know what you mean.

I like things to be right.

But don't you?

I like things my way, yes, but...

But what?

I wish I was convinced that what you want

is right for Gladys.

So then what would you have wanted for her?

A banker with a house on the Avenue and a cottage

in Newport.

And that would have been enough for you?

If it's enough for her, what do my ambitions matter?

Go to bed, George, and wake up sensible.

Are you still up?

I couldn't sleep.

Why not?

Did something bad happened at that meeting?

No.

At least I don't think so.

They're buying us out.

Oh, Jack.

That's amazing.

So what's wrong?

I don't know what I'm supposed to do next.

I expect you'll invent something

else even more successful.

And you can stay working here until you do.

But can I?

After they paid me?

Mrs. Forte won't grudge you that.

She'll be glad if you got a little nest egg

to see it through.

It's quite a big nest egg.

Now, how big is big?

$300,000?

What?

I'm sorry.

Never mind that.

$300,000?

You need never work again if you don't want to.

But I do want to.

And I don't want to leave.

I've never had a home before this one.

Not a real home.

Then this must be our secret.

Not forever, but for now.

Very good, Miss Gladys.

Well, she took the tea and thanked me.

Come with me.

The mistress may have an idea.

Please, come in.

Miss Brook, you are so good to come.

I was sorry to summon you.

But of all the bridesmaids, you were the nearest.

How can I help?

Go and see Gladys.

She hasn't been out of her room in days.

And my housekeeper tells me she's refusing to come out now.

Somehow, we must help her to grasp

this opportunity on offer.

Do you think you can do that?

I can try.

Miss Brook.

Thank you.

You can't say you didn't know it was coming.

Everyone in the country knew it was coming.

But it was so far in the distance.

And suddenly, it's here.

It's now.

I still think I should back out.

Of course, you'd find yourself on every front page

from Timbuktu to Minsk.

Are you ready for that?

You're not being fair when you're

determined to marry for love.

That's true.

I am.

And maybe I'm not being fair.

So you believe I should stop it?

All I know is that Charlotte Astor was burning

to marry James Drayton.

And now their battles are a scandal on two continents,

while Helen Astor was bullied by her mother

into marrying Rosy Roosevelt, and they're as

happy as lovebirds in a tree.

What would you do?

Our positions are so different.

No one beyond my own family much

cares what I do with my life.

I think Larry cares what you do with your life.

That's different.

I'm still not a public figure.

You are, a great heiress destined

to be a society leader doing good, I hope,

but doing it in public.

The Duke can give you a safe pedestal for that.

What if I don't want to live on a pedestal?

I'm not hungry.

The mistress wants you to eat properly, Miss Gladys.

She says you won't want any luncheon.

She wouldn't want me to faint in church.

Although that's one way out.

Will you take her with you?

Mother says I need a maid who's comfortable with England

and the rest of the staff.

The idea is for Adelheid to come

with me to train her replacement

and return to New York.

Trust your mother to leave nothing to chance.

Eat before it gets cold.

I suppose.

They told me you were here, but why?

You know what day it is.

Mr. Morgan is here.

Mr. Morgan.

I didn't see you.

I don't mean to be unwelcoming.

But I'm afraid it's not a good day for me.

My daughter is getting married.

It can't wait.

What is so important?

You don't seem to understand your plan is in chaos.

This crisis is developing into a full blown panic.

Banks are closing.

Every day, our backers are in a state of terror,

yet you go charging on.

Russell Industries is ready...

Russell Industries is in trouble

while you spend money you don't have apparently until the sky

caves in and buries you.

Are you saying you're withdrawing your support?

I won't support you, nor will anyone else.

Why should they?

If Russell Industries goes down, we all go down.

Wake up, man.

See the ruin that is lying waiting for you on every side.

I don't accept your analysis.

Yes, there is a banking crisis, but only within New York State.

It'll pass.

And when it does, America will still need the transport

system I mean to give her.

Maybe in a different world.

But you're putting at risk the city of New York

and all our fortunes with it.

I'm out.

I wish you well with your wedding bells.

But just remember, if you refuse to change course,

your own money will be lost with all the rest.

I don't care what he says.

I'll get the land around Morenci.

I'll carry Chicago with me.

And when I'm done, this country will be

ready for the coming century.

How will you manage it without Morgan?

Don't worry.

There's always money if you know where to find it.

And when I do, Morgan will be back.

Maybe, but not, I think, today.

No.

Today, I have to marry my daughter

to a man she doesn't like.

Oh, how lovely you look.

I'm glad you're wearing something new after all.

It seemed mean-spirited not to.

And I'm sure this will come in handy.

Well, I'm not, but you were right just the same.

Oh, Mama, did I tell you I've got two more clients?

So it's over a dozen now.

How splendid.

I'm surprised you could take time off to attend a wedding.

Nonsense.

A packed church, and all of them richer than Croesus,

I mean it to be a busy day for me.

How depressing.

Oh, listen to this.

A certain Mr. B. Has been challenged to a duel

by a Mr. D.

Apparently, Mrs. D. Has been having a little too much fun

in Paris.

That must be Mr. Borrowe and Charlotte Drayton.

Poor Lina.

What a blow.

Mrs. Astor has weathered worse.

But it's so public.

She'll hate that.

Oh, Marian dear.

How perfectly lovely.

Hear, hear.

A real stunner.

It's all Mrs. Russell's work down to the least particular.

I just stood still while they made it fit.

Which they have done.

Extremely well.

Don't be coarse.

Everyone will be looking at you.

But you mustn't be late.

Oscar, will you take Marian across the street?

- Of course. - Do you have a coat?

Yes, but I don't think I want it.

It'll just be a bore later on.

Then we'll see you at St. Thomas.

How beautiful she looks.

If only she knew how to use it.

I'm sorry I'm late.

I hope you weren't worried.

I'm not worried.

But I'm afraid I'm going alone.

What's the matter?

I can't take you, not with the news

of James' duel all over New York.

But he never fought his wretched duel.

He made the challenge because

he thought Mr. Borrowe was your...

My what?

Your lover.

Really, Mama?

You quite shock me.

Oh, I think it would be quite hard to shock you.

This is fighting talk.

What's the matter?

Is your terror of divorce resurfacing?

You will not divorce.

I won't live as you and father live either,

separated in every way, but legally,

he on his yacht with his pretty companions

while you rattle around in this drafty old palace.

You will not have divorced parents.

That, I promise.

Poor you.

Father's life seems much more fun than yours.

He's a man, my dear.

Men have more fun.

But in the meantime, I can't come to the ceremony?

I don't much like Mrs. Russell,

but I cannot bring a note of scandal

into her daughter's wedding.

That would be unforgivable.

So we're just going to ride it out?

That's right.

I'm going to ride it out.

And you're going to ride along with me.

Right.

That's all the bridesmaids gone.

You're next.

Are you ready?

How can I go when we don't know if she'll

even come out of her room?

She'll be down in a minute.

I'll go up.

Your carriage is ready, ma'am.

You go.

I'll see to Gladys.

I shall say hello to Lina.

Oh.

Good morning to you both.

Agnes, Ada, Oscar, I wasn't sure I'd see you here.

If only we could have avoided it.

What nonsense, Mama.

Curiosity alone would have you sleeping on the sidewalk

to get a good seat.

Marian showed us the dress she's wearing.

It's very pretty.

I can't help feeling that asking Marian to be

a bridesmaid was a rare sign of good taste on Mrs. Russell's

part, not to be unkind.

Unkind, but not necessarily untrue.

Wasn't there something in the paper

that we wanted to ask you about?

Agnes?

Well, I like Mrs. Russell.

And I've decided from now on, I'm only going to say

nice things about everyone.

Quite an adjustment for you.

Don't make me change my mind.

We'll speak at the reception, my dear.

Well, I'm afraid I can't stay long.

My daughter, Charlotte isn't well.

I must look in on her.

I understand.

What do you understand?

I didn't mean anything by it, Lina.

Shall we be seated?

This wedding is not my doing.

I know.

And I would have supported you if you had refused to go

ahead when I first got home.

But the time for that has passed.

Backing out now, humiliating Hector in public

would damage you far more than him.

You'll drag the story with you for the rest of your life.

So I need to pull myself together.

Gladys, I take no pleasure in this.

In fact, I apologize with all my heart.

You think I've failed you.

And I think I've failed you.

But I can't see a way out of it.

I understand.

That's it.

I have nothing more to say.

The decision must be yours.

I will wait downstairs.

If you're not there in 10 minutes,

I will send word to the church.

And that will be that.

Is it true?

Good day to you, Mrs. Winterton.

And now, is what true?

That Charlotte Astor's husband challenged

Alsop Borrowe to a duel.

- Who won? - No one.

The duel was never fought.

What had she done?

Nothing.

Mrs. Drayton and Borrowe were both in Paris.

And they went to a couple of exhibitions together.

A couple more than Mr. Drayton

would have liked, obviously.

Always a pleasure.

Where's your husband?

He's not well, I'm afraid.

I thought nothing short of death's door

would keep him away from this.

Well.

Is there anything you would like, sir?

Nothing that you can give me.

Miss Gladys will be down soon.

And then you can stop worrying.

I wish I could be sure of that as you.

Heavens, what a crush.

Oh, Mrs. Astor.

So nice of you to come.

Carrie looks so lovely.

Is Mrs. Drayton here?

No.

She woke with a headache.

Oh. I'm so sorry.

Are you, Mrs. Russell?

Mrs. Ruck.

Excuse me.

What did that mean?

Haven't you seen the paper?

Don't bother.

The story meant nothing at all.

Who's this lovely lady?

That's my sister, Miss O'Brien.

- Have we met? - I doubt it.

I live in Albany.

Will you come this way, Monica?

But how fascinating.

What is fascinating?

She's Mrs. Russell's sister,

so she can talk about their early years.

Strange.

I've never met her.

Why?

When would you have met her?

Thank you.

Take your seat, now, before we get overrun.

Bertha, are you sure this will turn out well?

You've been saying that since I was three.

And has it turned out well?

Look around you.

I might say the same.

Should I send someone up to check on her, sir?

No.

We'll know soon enough.

She's coming!

Thank God.

Three cheers for Miss Gladys.

Hip, hip. All: Hooray!

- Hip, hip. - Hooray!

- Hip, hip. - Hooray!

Oh, you've done a wonderful job.

I hope so.

Are you all right?

Well, since you asked, there is something

I have wanted to say to you for quite a while now.

I was building up the courage.

Go on then.

I would like to ask you to be my wife, Mrs. Bruce.

As a matter of fact, I've been carrying this around for weeks.

Your wife's ring.

I prefer to think of it as my mother's.

You don't have to give me an answer right away.

The truth is, I will answer you

right now only because I don't want you to get your hopes up.

I cannot marry you, Mr. Borden.

Oh.

I'm already married.

But you told me you were single.

I barely knew you then.

And I didn't want to share my history.

Please, share it now.

My husband suffers from acute melancholia.

And as a result, he's been confined

in an asylum since 1877.

An asylum?

In Larchmont.

He has enough money to pay the charges.

Leaving you to support yourself?

Don't make me the victim here.

He is the victim.

I am not.

How long has he been ill?

Looking back, I suppose I refused

to see the signs until they became impossible to ignore.

That was about 10 years ago.

And you can't divorce?

The only acceptable reason for divorce in New York

is adultery, which clearly does not apply.

No.

I couldn't afford it, anyway.

And somehow, I don't want to abandon him,

not in his hour of need.

You'll think me foolish.

On the contrary.

I think you noble.

Well...

I should check the rooms are ready for their return.

Lady Sarah. Hector.

At this rate, I may never meet the famous Gladys.

You look very handsome, Hector.

Only I thought you might be in a guardsman's uniform.

It's not done if you marry out of England.

Well, we mustn't do anything that's not done.

How is Gladys this morning?

I assume she's come out of her room.

She was right behind me as I left the house.

They must have got caught in the traffic.

The crowds were quite large.

I pray they're not disappointed.

I hope we can entertain you again while you're in New York.

I'm afraid not.

I leave tomorrow.

Oh, what a shame.

Wouldn't you have liked to see more of the city?

Not really.

There's a lot going on at home.

At Sidmouth Castle?

At Sidmouth, and in London.

And we go to Scotland soon.

- For the grouse. - Mm.

So Lady Sarah said last night.

You should sit down.

All right.

Just try not to laugh.

The carriage has arrived.

What a relief.

People were starting to look anxious.

They'd look more anxious if they knew the truth.

So what happens now?

Dear father, I love you.

But as you said earlier, we're past the point of no return.

Who gives this woman to be married to this man?

I do.

Well, here goes.

What a triumph for Mrs. Russell.

Strange, really, when you think that three years ago,

none of us ever heard of her.

Please be seated.

I hope she knows what she's doing.

Nobody knows what they're doing when they get married.

In the case of this company to join together this man

and this woman in holy matrimony,

which is an honorable estate instituted of God in the time

of man's innocency, signifying unto

us the mystical union that is betwixt Christ and his church.

If any man can show just cause why they may not lawfully

be joined together, let him now speak, or else hereafter

forever hold his peace.

I require and charge you both, as you will answer

at the dreadful day of judgment when the secrets of all hearts

shall be disclosed, that if either of you

know any impediment why you may not

be lawfully joined together in matrimony,

you do now confess it.

For be well assured that if any persons are joined together

otherwise than as God's word allows,

their marriage is not lawful.

I pray you're right about this.

George, our daughter is about to be

the Duchess of Buckingham.

At one time, that would not have seemed likely.

Let me enjoy it.

Only unto her so long as you both shall live.

I will.

To live together after God's ordinance in the holy estate

of matrimony, wilt thou obey him

and serve him, love, honor, and keep him

in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others,

keep thee only unto him, so long as you both shall live?

I will.

Thank you, Adelheid.

You can leave me.

Have you got a nice cabin?

Very nice, Miss...

Your Grace.

We sail any moment now.

Yes.

Is there anything you need?

No. I have everything.

Thank you.

Look, um, I suppose your mother will have told

you that the duties of a wife include

more than is expected of...

Of an unmarried woman.

Yes.

She's explained it to me.

Good.

That makes things easier.

She said it would hurt.

But only once.

Only the first time.

After that, you may even come to enjoy it.

People do.

Aren't you tired after such a long day?

There's no rush after all.

It'll be embarrassing for us both, of course.

But plenty of men and women have managed it before now.

So you don't want to wait then?

You're right that I'm tired.

But I'm not too tired.

And I prefer to get awkward things done and settled.

That way we can wake up tomorrow

as a proper man and a wife.