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- Ah, Miss Heywood. - Ah.

Good morning,
Mr. Parker, Miss Parker.

Oh, and what a splendid
morning it is, Miss Heywood.

'Tis by no means splendid,
it is quite unbearable.

If we're not blinded by the sun,

we shall be
incinerated by the heat!

Well, can't stop.

Dr. Fuchs is expecting us

for our daily repairs.

- Toodle-oo! - Ma'am.

- Thank you, miss. - Thank you.

Next.

Money, miss?

Crockett!

And Alison says our Harry's
grown a whole two inches.

I am certain she exaggerates.

- I have not been here a month.
- Really?

You have become
such a part of our family

that it seems like a lot longer.

Does it not, my dear?

No.

Sorry?

I am sorry Mr. Parker could
not join us for breakfast.

Apparently his mind
has a prior engagement.

Forgive me, my dear.

It's, just... well, um...

I'd rather hoped the
post might bring word

from Sidney at last.

I am sure you've no
cause to doubt Sidney, sir.

He seemed quite galvanized
with the thought of our regatta

- and set off with great purpose.
- Quite right, my dear.

He'll doubtless return with
good news at any moment.

I am glad to hear you speak
well of my brother-in-law,

Charlotte.

You weren't always so
convinced of his virtues.

No, I, uh...

I admit I may have
been a little overhasty

forming an opinion.

Ah, you need feel no
shame on that account.

My brother's merits are often
slow to advertise themselves.

Perhaps he is an
acquired taste then, sir.

Like anchovy paste.

Well said, Charlotte.

That's it exactly.

Far too peppery for some,

but altogether habit-forming

once you get the hang of it.

Oh.

Not bad news, I hope, Aunt?

The Earl of Sussex is engaged.

How dreadfully
inconsiderate of him.

I had no idea you were
minded to marry again, Aunt.

I am not thinking
of myself, you ninny!

I already have a
title and wealth.

What possible
reason would there be

for me to marry again?

No, all these exertions

are for the benefit of my
ungrateful nephew and niece.

- That is typically generous of you, Aunt.
- I know.

My largesse shall
be my downfall.

And as for your
prospects, Clara,

I fear they are beyond remedy.

I should be content to
remain here as your ward

- forever, Aunt. - Oh.

Well, nothing lasts forever.

Here, you can deliver this

to Denham Place for me.

Oh, I-I would, Aunt.

It's just that only,
with my injured arm...

Oh, for heavens' sake, child.

It was barely a singe.

You've had more than
your measure of sympathy.

A walk and some fresh
air will do you good.

Here.

Now, go on.

Run along with you.

I hope I'm not
intruding, Mr. Stringer?

Please, excuse the humble state

of our dwelling, Miss.

Not quite Trafalgar
House, I'm afraid.

Right, Hercules,
get out there, boy.

This is far more comfortable.

It reminds me of my
home in Willingden.

Miss Heywood's come to see
how you're recovering, Father.

That's kind of you, Miss,
but 'tis a fuss over nothing.

I've known far worse.

You can tell young'un here

I am more than ready
to resume my labors.

I am afraid my
father's quite mistaken.

The doctor was clear.

He made a good
enough job of my leg,

but what does he
know about masonry?

Oh, a pagoda.

One of Mr. Nash's designs?

Inspired by him, I'll admit.

Mr. Parker asked me to
prepare it a few weeks ago.

Young'un was up
half the night with it.

Wasted three candles.

Hardly wasted, sir.

It is a work of art.

Beg your pardon, Miss,

but that is by the by.

My son is a foreman.

Not his place to be
drawing up plans.

But

might a man not elevate
his station, Mr. Stringer,

when he is blessed with talent
and prepared to work hard?

Aye, Miss.

Those are my feelings exactly.

I must beg to differ.

You make the best of
the hand you're dealt.

It's a fool says otherwise.

Well, I, uh,

I am glad to find you in
such good heart, Mr. Stringer,

but I have taken up
enough of your time.

Miss Heywood.

Miss Heywood!

I have to take you
to Miss Lambe.

I came as fast as I could.

- Your maid said it was an emergency?
- 'Tis.

It's a glorious day,
and I am trapped inside

with the Gorgon and those
prattling Beaufort sisters.

You must rescue me at
once before I lose my mind.

Rescue you?

And how do you
propose I do that?

A picnic?

I am afraid it's
out of the question.

Picnics are the preserve
of farmhands and savages.

Forgive me, Mrs. Griffiths,
but I cannot entirely see

the danger in
eating out of doors.

It is an invitation
to licentiousness.

For a lady to be seated
on the ground while eating,

in full view of anybody
who might pass...

I mean it's not just
undignified, Miss Heywood,

it's ungodly.

I wonder if it
might reassure you

to know that we shan't be alone?

Mr. and Mrs. Parker
will be joining us.

Mr. and Mrs. Parker?

Why did you not say?

Look what the morning
post has brought.

Yet another billet-doux
from your unflagging suitor.

If you love me, you'll burn
it, along with the others.

And deny us our
morning's entertainment?

Not a chance.

"Dear Miss Denham,

"Despite your best efforts
to rebuff my attentions,

"I find myself compelled to
continue our correspondence.

I have no expectation
of receiving a reply,

"but that will not
deter me in the least.

"Exercise is of some good to me,

"and I write without any
intention of paining you

"or humbling myself.

Others might find your
silence disheartening,

but I have always believed

that a prize too easily
won has no real worth..."

All right, Edward,
that's enough!

The maid left my stays

far too loose this morning.

If you wish to make
yourself useful,

come here, pinch me in.

Be sure to pull good and tight,

unless you want
me to look like a boy.

Oh, nobody wants that.

I can't believe that
you're not at least

a little amused by the letters.

Is the notion that a man
might be in love with me

- really so laughable? - No.

No, it is not that exactly.

Harder, Edward.

It's just the very idea that
you could ever favor him

that I find so
deliciously... preposterous.

Babington is passably handsome,
outrageously rich, and a lord.

For all you know, he
wears down my resistance

- with every letter. - Hmm.

How many would-be
suitors have I seen founder

on the rocks of your disdain?

It will take a bolder
man than Babington

to pierce your armor.

What was that?

It'll be one of the servants.

I do not think I've
ever seen anyone lie

with quite such virtuosity.

Hmm.

The fault is entirely hers.

Were she not so pious,
we'd have had no cause to lie.

And it worked, did it not?

Here we both are, at liberty.

Where are you leading us?

It is rather removed, is it not?

That is what
makes it so perfect.

Georgiana, who is this?

My name is Charlotte Heywood.

And who, sir, might you be?

Has Otis not the most
handsome face you've ever seen?

Forgive Georgiana.

She has far too high
an opinion of my virtues.

You may disregard most
everything she's told you of me.

As a matter of
fact, Mr. Molyneux,

she has told me nothing of you.

Until a moment ago, I did
not even know you existed.

I am sorry, Charlotte.

I couldn't risk anyone
knowing of Otis' presence.

Truth is... we are forbidden

- from seeing each other.
- By whom?

My wretched guardian.

Who else?

Thank you for delivering
Georgiana to me,

Miss Heywood.

I am much in your debt.

But we will not trouble
you beyond this point.

I have found the most
perfect spot for our picnic.

I am sorry, I cannot
simply abandon Georgiana.

She will hardly be abandoned,

I will be keeping her company.

Forgive me, sir, but
we've only just met.

All I know is that
you are forbidden

from seeing each other.

And I gave my word

that I would keep
an eye on Georgiana.

Your word?

To whom?

Mr. Sidney Parker.

You are his spy?

No.

No, I...

I agreed to see that you
were kept safe, that's all.

I thought you were
my friend, not his.

It is the dreadful
hot weather, doctor.

It is swelling every
one of my extremities.

I could find no evidence of
swelling, gnädiges Fraulein.

Of course not,

because it is as yet
invisible to the naked eye,

but if left untreated,

I dare not imagine
the consequences.

Might a fellow ask
where you're leading us?

It has been my honor
to examine you both

each day this past week.

It seems clear to me, Fraulein,

that your symptoms
derive from a simple case

of hysteria.

As for you, Herr
Parker, your condition

is entirely the result
of a sedentary lifestyle.

It is my belief

that you would both benefit
from the same exact remedy.

And what is that, pray?

Regular and vigorous motion.

Egad.

Hello, what's your name?

I cannot imagine
a lovelier spot.

It would not be half so
lovely without you in it.

Tongue?

Or a little pork pie, perhaps?

Thank you, but I
might take a drink first.

So tell me, Mr. Molyneux,

what is it that keeps
you in London?

I am a merchant.

And what is your trade?

Mind what you say, Otis.

This will all be
reported back to Sidney.

That is not fair.

How is it that you and Miss
Lambe became acquainted?

We met at a ball.

Hmm.

Otis mistook me for a servant.

He demanded I fetch
him a cup of wine.

I did not demand.

I was quite polite about it.

The very request was offensive.

Only because you held
yourself in such high esteem.

I found him to be rude
and sanctimonious.

I found her to be
spoilt and petulant.

I was uprooted.

Lost.

In despair.

Otis restored me to life.

Those three months were
the happiest I've known.

But then your friend Mr. Parker

took it upon himself
to rip us apart.

However painful
that might have been,

Mr. Parker must surely have
had Georgiana's best interests

at heart.

Then you clearly
don't know Mr. Parker

as well as you think.

I hope you will be pleased, sir.

I have completed the
plans for the pagoda,

just as you asked.

Perhaps you'd
like to take a look?

I trust they'll be to
your satisfaction.

Yes.

Do you know, on consideration,
I'm not so sure we need it.

What purpose would
it serve, after all?

We agreed, sir, it...

would provide a focal
point for the seafront.

Yes, well, never mind.

Let's concentrate on
the job in hand, shall we?

I must say, I had rather hoped

the Terrace would be
further along by now.

So had I, sir.

But I fear being a man down
has rather slowed our progress.

Yes.

Glad to hear your
father is recovering.

Aye.

It'll be a while till
he's back onsite.

Still.

Once we get the new
laborers, new equipment,

we shall pick up the pace.

Any idea when that might be,

- Mr. Parker?
- Soon, soon, all in good time.

Sir, we were stretched enough
when my father was working.

You promised me a week ago.

No need to use that tone.

What do I tell my men?

Tell them there are
certain arrangements

I need to make
first, that is all.

Patience, Young Stringer.

Going at quite a canter
now, what, Diana?

Is it not bracing?

That is hardly the
word I would use.

I fear a fall at this speed
would certainly prove fatal.

Well, I for one feel
utterly invigorated.

That Fuchs fellow
is a German genius.

Oh, you poor soul.

You must have taken
leave of your senses.

Oh, on the contrary.

I feel as if I am
awakening for the first time.

I'm minded to follow this up

- with a ten mile march.
- ButArthur,

you and I are not
made for such things.

Our constitutions
are altogether too,

too delicate for
physical activity.

Oh.

Goodness,
Mr. Parker, Miss Parker.

I had no idea you were such
accomplished equestrians.

Oh, neither had I, Sir Edward.

Tally ho!

Wait!

Arthur!

Do not leave me behind!

What a preposterous pair.

You're in a
peculiarly good mood.

Oh, is there any
reason I shouldn't be?

Our aunt has summoned
us, it hardly bodes well.

Hmm, on the contrary.

She probably wants us to
help Clara pack her bags.

You act as though
this is nothing more

than a schoolboy's game.

It is a game.

And soon enough, Miss
Clara Brereton will be sent

to the baths with
a bloodied nose.

And what then?

What happens once this
undignified contest is over?

Then...

we shall life a life that
even the poets would envy.

We shall swim the Hellespont,
roam the canals of Venice.

Whatever it is your heart
desires, my dear sister,

you shall have it.

How goes our terrace?

I fear for the craftsmanship
without me there.

You won't be getting
there any time soon.

As for the men we
were promised...

I begin to wonder
if Mr. Parker's word

has any worth at all.

You mind your mouth, young 'un.

That's no way to
speak of the gentleman

who pays your wages.

You and I both know

it's one hollow
promise after another.

If you'd only listened to me.

If I listened to you,
I'd still be laying bricks.

You heard what
Miss Heywood said.

What's wrong with
aspiring to a better life?

This life's been
good enough for me.

- And it were enough for my father.
- Aye,

and his father before that.

God knows you've
told me enough times.

But it's not enough for me.

This is such a blessed relief

- from dull, dreary old Sanditon.
- Mmm.

How I wish we could
escape it altogether.

Sanditon's not as bad
as all that, Georgiana.

As a matter of fact, I've become
exceedingly fond of the place.

Fond of what, exactly?

I'm afraid its
appeal is lost on me.

Otis?

Where are you going?

You yearn to escape.

And earlier I saw a boat
just along the riverbank.

You cannot.

You're not suggesting that
we steal a stranger's boat?

Absolutely not, Miss Heywood.

We are simply
going to borrow it.

Don't be such a stick
in the mud, Charlotte.

I'm not a stick in the mud.

If you are worried about
what Sidney will think, don't be.

He's in London.

He never needs to
know about any of this.

Thank you.

♪ For all that, and all that ♪

♪ Our toils obscure and that. ♪

Ladies.

What a goodly
day for a constitu...

for a constitu... constitu...

Sidney!

Tom will be
overjoyed to see you.

He's been so
impatient for your return.

I daresay you understand

the source of his
concerns better than I?

Ah, he merely asked me to
help with the regatta, that's all.

Where is he? Is he at home?

I have no idea where he is.

And, uh, what of
your house guest?

Charlotte?

She has gone to see Miss Lambe.

They seem to have
struck up quite a friendship.

Then she's being
as good as her word.

You know, I'm minded
to visit Georgiana now.

Perhaps I'll find Miss
Heywood still with her.

♪ There is a ship
sailing on the sea ♪

♪ She's water deep
as deep can be ♪

♪ But not so deep
as in love I am ♪

♪ I care not if ♪

♪ I sink or swim. ♪

I wish we could
carry on forever.

Follow the current

to the sea and just... keep on.

And no one could keep us apart.

There is a way we
can be together forever.

Not again, Otis.

Georgiana Lambe,

I cannot live another day
without you by my side.

I must ask that
you do me the honor

of becoming my wife.

And I swear that if you
refuse me this one last time,

I shall be forced to
throw myself overboard.

I cannot marry without
Sidney's consent.

You know that.

If my life were my own...

how different the
answer would be.

Well...

Never let it be said that
I'm not a man of my word.

Otis!

Otis!

Mr. Molyneux?

Mr. Molyneux?

You fool.

Oh.

Be honest, Doctor,

is there a chance
he may yet live?

Or must we accept
what is to come?

My dear Fraulein,

I have but rarely known a case

of sun stroke to be fatal.

Sun stroke?

Ja, ja.

If I may,

Rome was not built in one day.

The next time you
exercise, Herr Parker,

- may I suggest...
- "Next time"?

Surely we have
proven beyond doubt

that such exertions
have a pernicious effect

on my brother.

No, I am sorry,

but I can never allow
you to ever exercise again.

From now on,
Arthur, you must move

only when it is essential.

Very well, sister.

If it will ease your
mind, I shall henceforth

compel myself to adopt
a recumbent lifestyle.

Yes.

Oh you poor soul, I
think that would be best.

Speak to me; I shall answer

For her. Your will?

Most radiant,

exquisite and
unmatchable beauty,

I pray you, tell me if this
be the lady of the house."

Really, girls,

you might at least try and
put a little bit of feeling into it.

It is supposed to
be poetry, after all.

Mr. Parker.

I had no idea you
were back in Sanditon.

Sorry to interrupt, I've
come to see Georgiana.

Alas, she is not here.

Um, she and Miss
Heywood are attending

your brother and
Mrs. Parker's picnic.

You must be mistaken.

I have just been at Mrs.
Parker's, I saw no sign of a picnic.

Or of Georgiana.

But-but she said...

She said what, Mrs. Griffiths?

For far too long,

the pair of you
have idled about,

in the vague hope

of some future inheritance.

Well, it will not do.

You may have
squandered your chances

with Miss Lambe, Edward,

but there is plenty of
low-hanging fruit to be found,

if you know where to look.

You have drawn up a list?

In descending
order of eligibility.

Naturally the
primary requirement

is wealth, closely
followed by title.

And what about beauty and charm?

Don't be pedantic.

There's a gentleman in
Norfolk named Marston

who has 80,000
and six daughters.

The eldest is married,

but he has struggled in vain
to find a taker for the second.

I cannot think why,
because I'm told

her squint is barely
noticeable from the side.

Really, Aunt... Oh,
for heaven's sake,

He still has four
other daughters.

I can't believe one of
them won't be to your liking.

I shall arrange a visit.

Well, that's very good
of you, Aunt, but...

And as for you, if you can
keep that scowl off your face

for long enough, there's no
reason why we shouldn't find you

a husband by Michaelmas.

I wouldn't count on it,

given how skilled Esther
is at deterring suitors.

Even Babington's bound
to give up, sooner or later.

Lord Babington?

Oh yes, he's quite besotted.

Oh.

Well.

Esther.

I trust you've been fanning
the flames of his ardor?

Certainly not. I have
been ignoring him.

Oh, you foolish,
ungrateful child!

Lord Babington couldn't
be a better prospect

if he was advanced in
years and in poor health.

He'd be a perfect husband.

For someone else, perhaps.

And why not you?

What is it you want?

Could it be that no man

will ever measure up to Edward?

That's a fair
question, I grant you.

I have rarely seen two
people enjoy such intimacy.

If you could,

I suspect you would
marry each other.

Oh really, what
nonsense you talk.

Your company is so much
more agreeable when you smile

and say nothing.

Why don't you
play for us instead?

Otis was more or less
raised on the water.

He is half man, half porpoise.

Your father was a mariner?

Uh, no, but the man who
gave me my freedom was.

Your... your freedom?

I was born in Africa.

Taken from my mother
and sold as a child.

Then providence placed
me in the path of a gentleman.

He gave me
freedom, an education.

That is why I now spend my days

fighting for the
liberty of others.

Otis belongs to
the Sons of Africa.

They're devoted to ending
enslavement for good.

But...

surely slavery is
consigned to history?

Would that were
so, Miss Heywood.

I'm afraid there are thousands
who yet remain in bondage.

And its legacy is all around us.

How do you mean?

It's in the sugar of your tea,

it is in the cotton
of your dress.

It is in the grand houses

of half the nobility
of this country,

built with fortunes wrung
from the blood and toil

of my brothers and sisters.

You should ask your
friend Sidney Parker

about his time in Antigua.

He was glad enough
to turn a blind eye

when there was money to be made.

Damn it.

Where the hell are they?

You cannot leave just yet.

It is too soon.

You barely just arrived.

It shall not be
long before I return.

There is not a
thing on God's earth

that can keep us apart.

I will walk you to your coach.

We cannot risk
being seen together.

I know of a back route.

There is far less chance
of our being discovered.

Forgive me, Miss Heywood.

I fear I was rude
when we first met.

I was hardly charitable
towards you either.

I must ask.

For the life of me,

I cannot think what Sidney's
objections to you could be?

Is it not obvious?

Look at him.

This piece is to be
played allegretto.

I will need some
help turning the pages.

Esther, would you be so kind?

Well, you heard
her, off you trot.

Do you care for
Italian songs, Esther?

Not in the least.

Perhaps your taste
runs closer to home?

I find silence is
much undervalued.

If I were an aria,

I believe my tempo
would be semplice.

As for you, I think,

this evening at least,
you would be agitato.

You are confusing
agitation with boredom.

And what of Edward?

What kind of a tempo
should we give him?

I do not see the
point in this exercise.

How about lusigando?

Forza?

Appassionato?

Esther, what's the matter?

This mawkish
music is insufferable!

Do not trouble yourself.

I will see to her.

The London coach stands ready.

Mrs. Griffiths will never
know you were here.

Can you imagine

what she would say if she knew?

I think she would
burst into actual flames.

Really, Miss Lambe.

This licentious
behavior will not do!

I shall be asking
Reverend Hankins

to pray for your soul!

He can pray all he likes.

I don't think his God
is the same as mine.

You see, Georgiana,
this is exactly

why I locked you away
in Mrs. Griffiths' dungeon!

Oh, now that is uncanny.

To keep you out of mischief
while I, Sidney Parker,

gallivant around London with
my high-society, dandy friends.

Stop, stop.

No, do go on.

I am intrigued to hear
what I might say next.

Mr. Molyneux.

You are the very last person

I'd expect to find in Sanditon.

Forgive me, sir.

I would have notified
you of my visit,

but I cannot be certain of
the welcome I would receive.

Oh, you could
be entirely certain.

My position hasn't
changed, nor will it.

Mrs. Griffiths,

Miss Lambe must
not see this man again.

Very good, Mr. Parker.

And if I see you within
a mile of my ward,

I will not be held
responsible for my actions.

Am I understood?

Perfectly.

Mrs. Griffiths, kindly
take Miss Lambe

back to her lodgings.

- Now! Go! Move!
- Reverend Hankins.

Come, come along.

Wait!

You could at least allow
them a proper parting.

Thank you, Miss Heywood,
this is none of your concern.

- Otis! - Miss Lambe...

- Otis! - Please, Miss Lambe.

We don't want to make
a spectacle of ourselves,

now, do we? Come.

Come now, Miss.

- Come along, Miss Lambe.
- This way.

Did we not agree

that you would look
out for Georgiana,

keep her out of trouble?

I should have known
you weren't to be trusted.

And I should have known,
despite your professed concern,

you care nothing
for her happiness.

I would ask you to refrain

from making judgments
about a situation

- you don't understand.
- I understand perfectly well.

Oh, of course you do,
even though you've known

Georgiana but a handful of weeks
and him but a matter of hours.

That was time enough to
learn that Mr. Molyneux is

as respectable a gentleman as
I have ever had cause to meet.

You seem to find it
impossible to distinguish

between the truth
and your own opinion.

The truth!

You wish to speak of
the truth, Mr. Parker?

The truth is you're so blinded
by prejudice that you would

judge a man by the
color of his skin alone...

You speak out of turn.

Why should I expect any
better from a man whose fortune

is so tainted with
the stain of slavery?

That is enough!

I do not need to
justify myself to you.

Mr. Stringer!

Kindly see Miss Heywood
back to Trafalgar House.

Of course.

Thank you, but I am
in no mood to go home.

I think I shall take a walk.

One of your servants must
have left the door unlocked.

I must say it is kind of Edward

to help you dress
in the morning.

I wonder, does he
also undress you

at the day's end?

One cannot lace one's own stays.

And I did not have
a servant to hand.

That is all.

Men can be so artful in their
persuasion, can they not?

And it is so much
harder to resist

when you are sleeping
under the same roof.

For me, it was an uncle.

You are not suggesting
I am the victim

of some unnatural coercion?

He is your brother.

What could be more
unnatural than that?

By marriage alone!

We share no blood!
Were it not for the fact

we bear the same
name, we would be...

You would be what?

No.

It cannot be. You are
not in love with him?

That is the most ridiculous
thing I have ever heard.

Of course you are.

It is so obvious,
now that I think of it.

My poor, dear Esther.

You have my pity.

I have no need of your pity.

Oh, but you do.

I have seen enough
of Sir Edward Denham

to know how this story ends.

Do not presume to know the
first thing about my brother.

May I give you some
advice, my dear?

Listen to our aunt.

Find yourself a wealthy
husband now, while you still can.

Because whatever
this happy future is

that you imagine
for the pair of you,

it is quite impossible.

But in your heart of hearts
you already know that.

Forgive me, Mr. Stringer.

I fear I am very poor company.

On the contrary, miss.

After the day I've had,

a walk in companionable silence

is just what I needed.

I'm rather ashamed of myself.

Losing my temper like that.

I'm sure you must
have good reason

- to lose your temper.
- Oh, I did.

Indeed, I did.

Certain people are
inherently disagreeable.

You can try to convince
yourself otherwise,

but the more you try
to get to know them,

the more you realize just how
disagreeable they really are.

Upon my word, miss,

you are not afraid
to speak your mind.

Perhaps I should be.

Perhaps I would do
better to merely simper

and say nothing.

Is that not what young
ladies are supposed to do?

Please don't.

I wouldn't wish
for you to change,

not for the world.

Thank you, Mr. Stringer.

Would that all men
could be like you.

I do wish you would tell me

what the matter is.

I am sick of all of it.

Well, then it's a good thing

it will all be over soon enough.

How?

I cannot see how
we shall ever be rid

of Clara, and
there's every chance

our aunt could live
another 20 years.

And what are we to
do in the meantime?

How long are we to
continue this half-life?

- What choice do we have?
- We could escape.

You said it yourself.

The Hellespont, Venice.

All that you promised.

Why wait?

In case you've
forgotten, we're dirt poor.

We could scarcely afford
even the most basic apartment.

And what if Clara were
to seize the advantage

- in our absence?
- So what if she does?

- It's only money.
- It's only money.

We'll have each other,
is that not enough?

There is no one alive
I love as much as you.

Tell me you do
not feel the same.

Of course.

But I do not see the
merit in running away.

That money is our birthright.

We must be practical, Esther.

If you are right, who knows
how long our aunt may yet live?

Sooner or later,
I must find a wife,

and you a husband.

Else what kind of a future
can we look forward to?

Yes.

Quite right, brother.

For a moment there,
I quite forgot myself.

No matter.

No, no, that is not possible.

Clearly, you forgot to
explain about the regatta,

that we're soon to be
the most popular resort

on the south coast.

Did you even mention Dr. Fuchs?

Tom, I spoke to three
different banks at length.

Not one of them is willing to
extend your credit any further.

Then what do you suggest
I do now, Sidney, hmm?

What exactly do I do now?

Why not try living
within your means?

That might help.

I'm sorry.

But I've done everything
you've asked of me, Tom.

I am not your keeper.

I will gladly own my mistakes,

but I cannot own yours.

Mr. Parker.

Miss Heywood.

You see?

Did I not tell you that Sidney
would return before long?

Right as always, my dear.

And?

Was his news all you hoped for?

Better, even.

Sidney... Sidney
has worked wonders.

As a matter of fact,
my dear, I have, um,

bought you...

a little something to celebrate.

You had no need to.

It is quite lovely.

Think of it as a promise.

A promise of what?

Of things to come, my dear.

Of things to come.

I managed to slip
past Mrs. Griffiths.

I'm no longer
under any illusion.

Sidney Parker is self-important,
prejudiced, and cruel.

If he has made it his mission
to keep you and Otis apart,

well, I shall make
it mine to defy him.

Mr. Wilcock.