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If London was to be a new start for me, I would push all sorts of poetry

and love aside.

Mother warned me of the dirt, disease and despair that could be found here.

She failed to mention the breadth of humanity.

And the anonymity of the city suited me well.

I had taken to walking the city's beautiful park.

It seemed that all life was in London.

And here I could be anything I wanted.

Surely I would find something I could succeed at in this vast, inspiring city.

She breaks my heart.

She seems so awkward in herself.

I worry my sister's caused some harm to poor Mary.

Oh, I wonder.

She's perhaps not the most natural mother.

But what else could she do in life?

Be her mother's companion?

I thought Tom brought her out of herself.

Kind -hearted man that he is.

And she seemed to get on well with Anne Baxter the other evening. She had so

little confidence.

Yes. It can't have been easy growing up in the shadow of her sisters.

Found it. Ah, there it is.

Well, I'm happy she's with us. She has an interesting and wonderful mind.

Oh, it's Ben.

Mr Hayward.

How are you?

Eager to hear how you've been getting on with the poetry?

Oh, well, I'm not sure I have the mind to appreciate it completely. I keep

hoping Mr Coleridge will explain himself for that.

Mr Wordsworth will say what he really means, but they seem to enjoy keeping

their secrets.

Well, do not blame yourself. I think some poets enjoy being difficult to

understand.

Miss Bennet, I was so sorry to hear about your father moving to the city

your family.

You not having your mother to confide in.

Oh, it's a relief to be without. In fact, it's something of a relief to be

without any of them.

I'm sorry you're not feeling yourself.

I'm afraid I'm not.

I'm just not finding my place here as easily as I thought.

Sorry, please excuse me. Oh, Mary!

Tom, how lovely to see you.

Quietly, my dear. You'll come and the children who I fear have begun to

associate Tom's name with a worryingly large bag of sugar plums.

Excuse me. Sorry. Sorry.

My dear Mary, I fear your correspondence has not been reaching me.

I have heard nothing from you at all.

How are you managing your duties?

You never were good with children, even when you were one yourself.

I may require you to return to Pemberley, where I will be spending the

Lizzie has expressed a wish to see you.

But more urgently, my new puppy has a nervous air and requires near constant

companionship.

I had come to London to see the world outside of my family, and that is what I

would do.

Oh,

Mary, you're painting!

To teach the children. Oh, how marvellous to see your imagination at

It's terrible.

No, no, it's... It's very neat.

Did you see the letter from your mother?

Is she well?

Between several complaints about the damp, the unseasonable pollen, and an

unpleasant exchange with a rude shopkeeper, I understand that she is.

I honestly think she enjoys such encounters.

It makes her feel more alive.

Oh, now, speaking of encounters, I think this might be of interest to you.

Tom made a strange request to Mr Gardner and I and extended the invitation to

you too, Mary.

Oh? Yes. He was most mysterious.

He wants us to meet him tomorrow morning, where he says he plans to break

through our rational reserve and move our hearts.

As well as our head. It does.

Whatever that might entail.

I must work on my lesson plans.

Mary, you must join us.

For my sake?

Please consider it.

Mr. and Mrs. Gardner, Miss Bennet, thank you for humoring me. Are we allowed to

know the purpose of our visit?

I have conspired with the City of London and William Wordsworth himself for a

morning recital unlike any other in a hidden garden.

Good Lord.

Will Miss Baxter be joining us? I'm afraid Miss Baxter has a variety of

that she skillfully deploys to avoid such events.

Well, remind me to ask her what they are.

Yes, I am afraid that my petitions for good weather have been in vain.

No matter.

We will not be dissuaded by a little drizzle.

A little drizzle?

Just down there.

This way?

Yes.

Please forgive the theatrics.

I had given Miss Bennet the impossible task of understanding poetry without any

real sense of how to feel it.

Sometimes, with poetry, the more I think, the less I understand.

Earth has not anything to show.

More fair.

Dull would he be of soul who could pass by a sight so touching in its majesty.

This city now doth, like a garment, wear the beauty of the morning.

Silence.

There.

Ships.

Towers.

Domes. Theatres and temples lie open unto the fields and to the sky.

All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

Never did sun more beautifully steep in his first splendour.

Valley, rock or hill.

Nurse or I never felt a calm so deep.

The river glideth at his own sweet will.

Dear God, the very houses seem asleep.

And all that mighty heart is lying still.

Well done, Tom.

A moving rendition.

Tom, I confess, I felt entirely transported by the force of your words.

And what a beautiful place.

Our Wisteria never flowers like this.

Yes, your ability to kill our plants seems to be second to none.

Come, take a turn.

Indeed.

This place is magical.

Miss Bennet, how do you feel?

I... Well, for once I have nothing to say.

I'm sorry to hear that. No, I, um... No, I wish to say something inspiring,

but I do not know how.

You have such...

Such varied ways to express your feelings. Mine feel frozen or

feeble or entirely unknowable.

I do not know, Miss Bennet.

Well, I use the words of others to puzzle through things I do not

But I do not believe that you are truly a stranger to strong emotions.

Sorry, Miss Bennet, I... Oh.

It was just a petal.

Miss Haywood, I think I must leave London.

Well, you've only just arrived.

It's no great event. My mother needs a companion.

I see. And, well, you will likely be very busy soon, what with social

engagements and... ..Miss Baxter.

I'm sure you'll scarcely have time to notice I'm gone.

Well, I'd hoped that this would restore your spirit.

Oh, indeed it did.

It did, thank you.

I shall never forget it.

I shall travel to Pemberley on the 18th.

Good heavens.

Mary, this is quite unexpected.

Is anything the matter?

My mother needs me.

It's much just a board.

I know that she's more likely than anyone in England to summon the troops

account of her loneliness, but must you answer the call?

I think I must.

Well, we so enjoy having you here.

The children will be disappointed.

Yes, it's kind of you to say.

It is the truth.

I must plan today's lessons.

Dearest Mother, although my time in London has been enlightening,

I will be by your side for your summer at Pemberley.

As requested.

I am grateful for the generosity extended by my aunt and uncle, but as

rightly point out, I do not wish to burn them.

And it will of course be an honour to look after your new pup.

You come in.

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.

She had so many children, she didn't know what to do.

She gave them some broth.

Without any bread.

And she whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.

That poem started very well and ended very badly. A good observation, Miss

Marianne. Why didn't she just move into a boot when the children got too many?

Fine suggestion, Miss Rebecca.

It's a glorious revolution all finished then, Miss Bennet.

This week, we will write and perform a poem instead.

Yes!

I want to do a poem about myself because I'm quite interesting.

I'll do typhoid. Or frogs.

Disgusting.

Miss Marianne?

Love.

The eye cannot choose but see.

We cannot bid the air be still.

Our bodies feel where they be.

Against or with our will.

A big green frog sat on a log.

The frog was quite full.

It had eaten ten flies, two slugs... One worm and three

lily pad pies.

Oh, Miss Bennet, you're obviously inspired by our morning poetry reading.

Oh, I was. No, I, um... Yes, I am.

Oh, no!

What is it, Miss Rebecca?

I had a prop and I forgot to use it.

Oh, uh, well, um...

Fear not. A prop is a cheap trick that diminishes the power of words.

Indeed.

Who's next?

I would be sad to leave London.

It was the first time I had ever felt a sense of belonging.

Oh, there you are.

I wanted to say thank you for such a wonderful day.

The children will be inconsolable about you leaving.

Marianne is stitching you a cushion with an inspirational Latin phrase, I

believe. Oh, yes.

It's mori quam fodari.

Death before dishonour. Goodness, how exciting.

We shall miss you, Mary.

I think we both know I'm not well suited to London's liveliness.

You've barely given it a chance.

Things change.

People.

Situations.

Over time.

May I venture something on that subject?

The other day, I went to buy a bonnet.

And in the first shop I went into, found a stunning bonnet.

An elegant blue, quite lovely on me, if I dare say such a thing.

When I went to purchase it, it had been reserved for someone else.

I went into another shop and found not four other bonnets I liked just as much,

and in the end, one a shade of dusky pink that suited me

even more.

Do you see what I'm saying?

Blue is not your colour?

No, I'm saying that London has such a variety of choices and such quantity,

You may enjoy the first thing you see well enough, but often something more

exciting will come along.

Anyway, I just thought I'd let you know.

Well, um, yes, thank you for that. It was very...

Interesting. Oh, I was meaning to tell you. We have decided to host a little

entertainment tomorrow. A night of games.

Oh, dear.

What sort of games? No catching.

Word games.

Riddles and such.

And very pleasant company.

Company I know? Or new company?

All new.

And very friendly.

We desperately desire that you remember London fondly.

This may be your final event with us before you leave.

I resolved not to send the letter to Mother just yet.

It would be a shame to leave before the weekend.

Sorry, I didn't realise it was a line. No, please.

I wish more people had such a restrained relationship to punch.

May I?

Yes, of course.

Noble defender of the punch.

I surrender my post.

And what brings you here?

The word games or the company?

I like words.

I'm not much for games.

Ah, the company you've come for.

Miss... Bennett. Mary Bennett.

William Ryder.

And where have you come from, Miss Bennett?

Surely I would have remembered seeing you near Punchbowls across London.

I am... new in town.

Well, I for one am always pleased to see a new face.

I see the riddles are about to commence.

We are wise.

To begin with, full glasses.

And now, the quickfire round. Two words, one answer.

Counterfeit agony.

Counterfeit agony.

A mean trick?

My brain is in agony. It isn't counterfeit, it is quite real.

Champagne. Quite right, Miss Clark. Another point to you and our new leader.

Fancy delivering a champagne in word, not in glass.

Tease us, Mr Gardner. All right then, Mr Ryder, here's one for you.

Judy's fellow.

Oh.

My God, I know it.

Punch. Oh, well done, Mr Ryder. Finally, you've arrived on the scoreboard.

My first word, comedian dread to hear.

My next new life in a revolving year.

I'll repeat it. My first word, comedian dread to hear. My next new

life in a revolving year. Offspring. Yes! Oh, well done, Miss Bennet. Miss

Bennet. Well done.

Yes,

Miss Bennet.

Cheers to you.

What's next?

Mandarin.

Miss Bennett, how lovely to see you. You too, Miss Baxter.

Mr. Hayward, we're so pleased you made it. I had false intelligence. You were

busy this evening.

Well, we somehow managed to persuade Mr. Hayward away from his work.

I have an important case.

Oh, he has the travel fortune of being the only lawyer in London who

gets important cases.

Do excuse us, Mrs. Dream.

Please?

Miss Merritt?

Tom! Will!

Mr. Ryder and I studied law together.

Ah. Yes.

Mr. Hayward is responsible for my untimely retirement in the field.

Is that so, Mr. Ryder? Well, he fed me so many poems, I believe myself a deep,

romantic soul. Too sensitive for the rigours of law.

A heavy charge to lay solely at the feet of poetry.

Mary,

how is the night of games going? Do we have any hope for making a late charge

for the prize?

Not unless you wish to bribe our host. Miss Bennet here is putting us all to

shame. Oh, nonsense, Fitzrider. You beat me to the punch.

You see?

Masterful was worse.

Please gather yourselves for the penultimate round.

Mr. Wright.

What?

I'm glad to see you're in better spirits, Miss Bennet.

This evening has been something of a tonic, Mr. Hughes.

Ready? Sunday!

Yes! Appointment factor!

Think, Charles?

Is it doldrums? Oh.

No, no, no, forget I said anything.

Mercury! Yes!

Well done.

Is it really?

Well done. Remarkable.

Come on.

Anybody? Lighthouse!

Yes!

I've never known a lack of thinking to prevent you from speaking.

That is five points apiece for Miss Clark and Miss Bennett.

The final round. The two players

with the most points go head -to -head to crack one final riddle and decide the

winner. The leaders come as no surprise. Miss Clark.

And Miss Bennet.

You mean I didn't make it?

Well, I must be honest.

Mrs. Gardner, would you do the hon?

To suffer my second, the doom of my first, and of all of my second,

my whole is the worst.

I'm very glad that we arrived in time to see you crowned, Miss Bennet. Thank

you.

I wanted to say... Miss Bennet, you are a liar.

Am I?

You told me you were not much for games.

Well, I... I can't catch.

Miss Bennet, I've been meaning to invite you to tea since I hear, very sadly,

you are leaving London.

Miss Bennet, surely not. You can't deprive the game players of London your

riddling talent.

A round of applause for our winner, Miss Bennet. Well done!

In that moment, I think I understood what my aunt was

telling me with the convoluted story about the bonnet.

that quantity has a quality all of its own.

I never doubted you.

Thank you for coming.

Mary,

how you shone.

You even caught the attention of the most eligible bachelor in town.

I'm thinking...

It seems a shame to leave London before I've given it a fair chance.

I think I might like to stay a little while, if it's not too much burden.

It's not a burden to us at all.

We're delighted to have you with us.

Oh, thank you so much for coming. Living in London was helping me to see that

there could be more to life than just marriage or misery.

Perhaps my aunt was right.

Even the most...

hopeless of situations the most hopeless of people can with kindness

change little by little over time i

was excited to discover who mary bennett might be