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Looks like a storm.

We should be in Truro before it breaks.

l don't like storms, especially on the road.

- You have to go on from there? - Not far, a mile or two.

l'll be all right if the rain holds off.

No, thank you.

l'll have a carriage waiting for me, you're welcome to share it.

Thank you, sir.

And you too, if you're not similarly provided.

Thank you, l've got further to go. l'll hire a horse in Truro.

- Have you come far, sir? - From New York.

Good heavens. All the way from the New World?

May l ask what you were doing there?

- l was a soldier. - A soldier?

Oh, yes, yes, of course, the war.

- But that's over now. - Yes.

Shacking thong, loosing the colonies...

You must have seen many interesting things there.

Yes

Tell me, are the indians as savage as we are told?

There are nuch like me and you , reverend, without the clothes...

You are surprising me, sir.. They are not christians, of course..

They are often more christians than we.

Extraordinary! I would never believed if you hadn't told me!

That's the influence of the colonies, I suppose!

They should have been more christians without their influence.....

You must be joking, sir!

May l introduce myself? My name is Reverend Johns.

- And you, sir? - Captain Poldark.

Poldark? Then we are relatives, sir!

... . You had an aunt named Mary?

Yes, she died some time ago. Yes, no doubt she died..

She had a cousin who is my mother.

Your aunt was married with sir Charles

Yes, he is my uncle. And he has a son Francis and a daughter, Verity.

And you must Ross.

O, heavens!

I am sorry for your father's death, sir Thank you.

Now, I remember, nor a long ago before you went away...

... that...

-I have killed a man in a duel, reverend.. - Yes, yes....

A very sad thing.

Now everything is forgotten.

I think you are right, we will arrive at Truro before time.

- Mr Pearce? It's Mr Poldark. - Who?

- Poldark? What's he want? - How should l know?

- Well, ask him! - He's here.

Ross?

- Yes, Mr Pearce. - Ross!

Bless my soul, we thought 'im were dead, didn't we, Ellen?

You told me, Mr Pearce, l didn't tell you. l didn't think one way or the other.

- What'd she say? - How are you?

Speak up, l've got a blockage in that ear.

- How are you? - Ooh, l'm well, yes.

Course l am. But you'm supposed to be dead.

Look here, l had a letter from your regiment.

Now, where is it? Erm...

Ellen, you been clearin' up again?

Do you want me any more, Mr Pearce? l'd like to go to bed.

What'd she say?

Ellen, you can go.

l had a letter all the way from America.

l wrote to you telling of your father's death

and your colonel wrote back saying you were dead too.

- Damn it, where is that... - It doesn't matter!

- Eh? - l saw the letter.

lt's a long story, l'll tell you another time.

But, damn it, they told me you were dead.

First your father and then you.

- Did he suffer much? - Eh?

- Father, did he suffer much? - Ooh, a little bit, Ross.

No use saying he didn't.

What are you looking for?

Where's the port? l got a bottle here somewhere.

- What was Father's estate? - Oh, nothing, Ross, nothing.

Nampara, of course, the house.

The land and the two mines, Wheal Leisure and Wheal Grace.

But they're no good without any money.

- Are there debts? - A few.

One largish amount to your Uncle Charles - 300...or was it 400?

l've got the papers here somewhere...

- Never mind now. Here. - Ah.

- To you! - No, no, to you, Ross, boy!

Mmm, not bad port, eh? Come, pour another.

- Did Father leave a will? - No.

You were his only heir, l don't suppose he thought he needed it.

l know someone who'll get a shock.

- Who? - Your Uncle Charles.

He thinks he's inherited everything.

l'd like to see his face when you walk in.

Why did Father borrow money?

Eh?

Father! What did he borrow the money for from Uncle Charles?

Oh, well, Ross, you know...

- A woman? - Well, he was an active man.

He liked to enjoy himself now and again.

And your mother died so long ago.

- It's a lot of money. - Well, there was more than one.

And it soon goes.

Damn it, now, don't go criticising him, Ross.

You weren't such a saint yourself.

And now he's gone.

- l need a horse. - Huh?

Mine's in the stable, boy. Take it, take it.

Send Jud back with it tomorrow.

Jud and Prudie still at the house?

Pair of rogues, don't know why your father ever kept 'em.

Never did any work and they drank all his port.

Will you be staying?

- You ought to get married. - l have it in mind.

Oh, yes, l remember now.

There was a girl afore you went away...

- Elizabeth Chynoweth. - That's right, Chynoweth.

- Have you seen her lately? - No. l never go out, Ross.

l still do a little legal work but l don't see much of anybody.

Will you be calling on your uncle on the way home?

- Yes, it'll save another journey. - Oh, l'd like to be there when you meet.

l'd give me right arm to be there when you walk in!

Now, mind how you ride.

Roads are worse than when you went away.

Nothing's been done.

Parish won't spend any money on 'em.

l'll call in again - later in the week.

Well, damn.

Mrs Tabb! Confounded woman, can you not hear the door?

l hear it, sir, l can't be everywhere.

Do the figures of this mine not interest you at all?

Of course they do, Father, l was...just thinking.

Why is it when you're thinking, you appear to others to be asleep?

l take it from the irritation in your voice that the figures won't come out, hm?

- Look, sir, look who's here. - What, what?

Hello, Uncle. Francis.

Ross...

- Ross! Father, look who it is! - l can see...

Mrs Tabb, go and tell Verity that Ross is here!

- Miss Verity... - You must forgive me, my boy,

but this is something of a shock.

Somebody blundered, we had reports...

The regiment thought me dead and reported it so.

Well, well, not dead. Not dead at all! Thank heaven you were spared.

- We were distraught when we heard. - There's justice in heaven after all!

We'd have met you if we'd known you were coming.

- l'd have arrived with the mail. - Look.

- Mercy me! Mercy me! - Oh, Verity!

Cousin Ross!

- How thin you look. - l was a year in a prison camp.

l escaped and walked for two months to New York.

The regiment was leaving for England. It's nothing.

- l like it. - Damn it, it wasn't put there for fun.

Nevertheless, l'd say it adds a touch of romance.

Perhaps we should all get one.

l was hit by a shell - the French patched me up.

The limp, l'm told, will disappear. The scar, l'm afraid, will not.

- Mrs Tabb, bring some supper. - Let's see, girl, it's here.

Haven't l got eyes in me head? Can't l see the man's hungry?

Mrs Tabb, it's only him, he hasn't brought the regiment!

Oh, that's to be going on with while l carve the chicken.

lt's more than enough, Mrs Tabb.

Ah, get on with you, sir, you be as thin as a stick.

l'll carve it anyway.

l'm sure Mr Francis will pick at some.

Sit down, sit down.

This is, as you can see, a great surprise to us all.

l know someone else who will be surprised - Elizabeth.

- Have you seen her? - Yes, we've seen her.

You keep him talking. Let the boy get to his meal.

You've...seen no one, l suppose, since you've arrived?

- l called in on Mr Pearce, that's all. - Ah.

You know about your father, then?

Oh, it was a sad business.

l did what l could but he could be stubborn as a mule.

- He let the place go to rack and ruin... - Father.

The truth never hurt anyone.

He was my brother, l've a right to speak.

He wanted no help from me except money

and l knew better than to lend him money.

Though, in the end, l let my heart rule my head and l shouldn't have done.

ln a crisis, sentiment rules me but it doesn't pay in the end.

- When did the loan fall due, Uncle? - Who knows when it fell due?

Do l pay attention to such things when they concern me own family?

l've got the papers somewhere...

Oh, a month ago, perhaps two months.

- Was it secured? - He insisted.

Everything was drawn up legally, he wanted no favours.

- What was it secured on? - On Wheal Leisure.

Not that that mattered,

or wouldn't have done in the normal way of things but, of course...

Here we are, some chicken...

That's a good bird. Here, let me help.

We've got to fatten you up.

You'll be going down with a sickness,

this weather's damned inclement.

There'll be no food at the house, not if l know Jud and Prudie.

Sloth and Slut! That's what l call them.

Take my advice, get rid of them tomorrow.

And don't pay them anything either.

They'll have drunk a year's wages in advance, l'll be bound.

What did you mean ''in the normal way of things''?

Father has sold Wheal Leisure to Nicholas Warleggan.

Hold your tongue!

lf there are explanations to be made, l'll make them.

- Sold? - Of course not.

Leisure wasn't mine to sell but your father left no will.

Everyone thought you were dead,

so, as next of kin, l was the heir to your father's estate.

Go on.

Remember the Warleggans - the most powerful banking family in Truro?

Not so powerful as l remember.

They've become so.

Not landed people like us, they used to be blacksmiths.

Though that's not important.

The point is, the father - Nicholas -

heard your father's estate was coming to me

and he wanted the mine so he made me an offer.

Very handsome too, l may say.

And, frankly, l didn't want it, l've trouble enough with me own.

Copper being the price it is, l was only too happy to sell.

So, it was agreed when the estate was legally handed over

Warleggan should get Wheal Leisure.

Well, it's no longer for you to say.

No. No, indeed, and l'm delighted.

Ross, it was a great grief to us when we heard of your death.

Verity here cried for two days and nights.

She nearly floated us out to sea on her tears.

Well, well, well. God works in strange ways.

Of course, Ross, it's...it's a good offer.

You might still like to sell it, it'd give you money to start farming.

And Warleggan can be a very good friend.

l don't think so.

- Well, it's worth thinking about. - l am thinking, Uncle.

l'm thinking that if the mine seems worthwhile to Warleggan,

and he being such an astute entrepreneur,

that's a good recommendation to work it myself.

Why not, indeed?

lt would be a millstone around your neck.

l'm not sure Warleggan means to work it.

lt may pay him to keep it closed.

He can affect the price of tin and copper by withholding the supply.

We can't.

Take a lot of capital to get it working.

Warleggan's not the only one with access to capital.

Unless he prints his own money.

l'll look at the mine.

- Wheal Grace too, perhaps. - It was worked out in your father's day.

But not Wheal Leisure.

- Would Francis like to see it? - l'd be glad to, Ross.

Why? What's it to us?

If it's worth working, you could come in,

convert your loan into a share.

Why not? It seems to me the Warleggans own enough as it is -

multiplying like locusts and eating everything as they go.

Hold your tongue!

l'm prompted only by consideration for your interests.

Malice is the only thing that prompts you!

Malice borne of idleness!

You do little on your own behalf and resent others' efforts.

l just think it worth looking at.

You may look at what you like

but investments are for me to decide.

Well, there's no need to decide now, Uncle.

Let us wait and see.

l'm in no position to take a part share in the mine,

even if it was worth it.

lt would offend Warleggan greatly

if after agreeing to sell him the place, l bought a share in it meself.

lt's not for me to say what Warleggan will take offence at.

Or to care, for that matter. l must go.

Stay the night, things will be so uncomfortable there.

l would, but l'm anxious to get home

and see just how uncomfortable things are.

Wasn't there something you had to tell Ross, Francis?

No, nothing that can't wait until tomorrow.

Ross, you know, you look tired, l'll see you out.

There's a lantern you can take.

Thank you, Uncle, for the meal. And for all you did for Father.

Oh, it was very little, l won't pretend otherwise.

l could have done more if he'd let me.

You'd have had more if he'd listened to me.

- l'll come to see you soon. - Do.

Oh, we are glad to see you back, Ross.

l count myself fortunate to be back.

Well, that's deuced awkward.

- Deuced awkward! - But he's back.

Oh, come girl, don't preach - the boy's alive and thank God for it.

But l'd be a hypocrite to pretend it won't be awkward.

- Mr Warleggan will understand. - He won't let it rest there.

Once he's set on something,

it takes the devil's own shoulder to shift him.

Why didn't you tell him you were engaged to Elizabeth?

What affair is that of Ross?

Only that there was an understanding between them.

There was nothing hard and fast.

Any understanding ended when he stopped writing.

That was no fault of his, as it turns out.

Elizabeth has pledged herself to your brother - they shall marry.

Do you suggest it was in want of Ross that she did so?

- Why not ask him? - Very well. Do you?

Are you telling me you're so spineless

you think you were chosen at second-best?

She was in love with him before he left.

How do l know what goes on inside a woman's head?

Have you no confidence in yourself at all?

When did you ever allow me to have?

- Where are you going? - To see Elizabeth.

l'd rather she weren't caught off guard by him tomorrow.

lt seems to me the answer to your question is yes.

lt was in want of Ross that she took me but...

we'll try to keep her.

Have mercy on us! It's the master back from his grave!

lt-lt never is!

ls this how you repay my father?

Letting his home go to rack and ruin?

Th-There's nothing but a few things here and there.

Pr-Prudie and me, we been sick. Terrible sick.

Drunk sick!

lt were from Master, 'tis well known...

- Get up! - ..a drop o' liquor...

l want you to clean from top to bottom before you go to bed.

- Before go to bed! - I told him you were sick!

Drunken woman!

You are cruel to treat in this way a sick woman!

I feel i am dying...

Master Ross, call doctor Choake...

- You take the doctor? - No, water.

Oh, no, no, no!!

Ohhh, master Ross came with a cruel heart!

He was so gentle...

Oh, Jud... if I die before morning you know where I want to be buried...

- My horse needs taking care of.

Put her in the stables and feed her.

And don't take all night!

Now, Pru, you take care of yourself while we is gone.

Master, he don't want no deaths his first day home.

l'll take good care of Prudie. She'll be too busy to pass out tonight.

Tomorrow, perhaps. Now, go and see to that horse!

Take this lantern and start in my bedroom.

Ain't nothing wrong with your room, Master Ross.

Nobody set foot inside since you left.

Then there's three years of dirt in it, Prudie!

To say nothing of a pool of water on the floor.

l see thee brought mighty strange ways home with thee.

lf the Lord should spare me long enough,

l dare say l shall get used to 'em!

The horse you stabled last night belongs to Mr Pearce.

Take it back to him this morning.

What, to Truro?

Unless he moved in the night, that's where you'll find him.

Be a devil of a hard walk back, Master.

Not so hard as the boot l'll kick you with if you're not back by two.

And start on that roof when you return.

Giddup! Come on.

- Hello, Ross. - Elizabeth.

You seem...unsurprised that l'm here.

Francis rode over last night to tell me you'd come back.

Ah.

That was good of him.

l'd have preferred to have brought you the news myself.

Perhaps he thought it would be too cruel

if you simply walked in on us.

We heard you were dead.

l was as near dead as made no difference.

lt's a mercy, then, you're alive and the horrid war is over.

Yes.

So many died, we hear, it all seems rather pointless now.

To us perhaps but not to them.

The colonists?

You must tell me what it was like in the New World.

lt must have been very interesting.

l might have stayed, had it not been for you.

l'll have some ale brought in

- or would you prefer port? - l want neither.

l lay a year in a French prison camp and thought of only you.

l walked over the Appalachians to New York

with only one thought - to see you again.

Now it's, ''Hello, Ross, tell me all about the New World.''

Have you been reading up on the art of polite conversation?

Leave the bell alone.

lt was foolish to imagine that everything would remain...

Ross, l'm engaged to Francis.

We're to be married at the end of the month.

l would've thought he'd have told you, it would've seemed kinder but...

Well, he always was a little in awe of you, we must forgive him for that.

l don't understand.

lt happened about six months ago,

we discovered we liked each other

and began seeing more of each other.

Francis?

Well, you can't be serious.

lf you take that tone, l'd rather not discuss it.

ln the name of God, what tone do you expect me to take?

You were in love with me.

That was some time ago.

Not so long as l remember.

We promised to wait.

- l did wait. - Not long enough!

l didn't tell you to go away.

You thought little of my feelings when you left.

- We could have married. - l was just of age.

Father asked only that l wait for two years.

Was l to go against his wishes?

Don't talk to me of your father's wishes -

thinly disguised hopes you'd change your mind.

Oh, l think that's unfair.

You had a reputation. He was worried for me.

- All he said was wait. - Well, l waited!

Not here, perhaps, but did you?

We heard you were dead, was l to go into a nunnery?!

Oh, Elizabeth.

Perhaps l was wrong to go away. It was impulsive but l went.

Now l'm back!

That changes things, doesn't it?

You could break off this engagement,

no one will think the worse of you for it.

l don't want to break it.

Are you in love with him?

- Are you in love with him?! - Yes!

- l don't believe you. - You may believe it, Ross.

- So you've come back to us. - Mrs Chynoweth.

We were so glad to get the news Iast night that you were alive.

Did you not offer Ross some refreshment?

- l was about to... - No, l must be on my way.

Will you be settling down now

or will you be off on your travels again soon?

l must see how things turn out.

l warn you, your return will excite great interest

among the young ladies hereabouts.

The game has been very thin on the ground all the season.

Really?

l intend to remain in the hunt myself, ma'am.

- Goodbye, Elizabeth. - Goodbye, Ross.

We shall see something of you when you're settled again?

Oh, before then, l think.

Don't come out, l know my way.

l'm glad he came back.

For his sake and yours.

And mine?

So you may see for yourself there is nothing to regret.

He's not for you, Elizabeth.

- Francis! - Mr Warleggan.

- This is my cousin, Ross. - l thought it was.

How do you do, sir? l heard you were back.

Seems you cheated the devil of his due, from what l hear.

Ah, you shouldn't believe all he tells you, Mr Warleggan.

Bless me, sir, you're a man after my own heart.

You give and take with the best!

l like your cousin, Francis, he's a man to do business with.

This meeting could not have been better arranged.

l was on my way to see your uncle to ask him to introduce us.

Could we...talk, Captain Poldark?

l've got something l think you'd like to hear.

- We're off to Wheal Leisure. - l want to talk about the mine.

We can better talk when l've seen it.

Oh, l can save you a journey.

You'll find nothing there to give you much joy.

l had one of my mine captains over it a while back.

He was trespassing, then?

Damn me, but you're sharp!

Of course, it was unknowing,

we thought the mine was coming to your uncle.

Well, we'll not press charges this time.

- Eh, Francis? - Now, look here, sir.

Let's be practical. The mine'll take a lot of money to work.

l have money, sir. l hear you need it.

What more sensible than we get together and talk?

You'll not find me ungenerous.

You've got mines, Mr Warleggan.

lt's not good for one man to have so many.

'Tis good business sense, sir.

Good business sense for you too.

Farming needs capital as well as mines.

Good of you to be so concerned about my interests.

l like the frank way you go about things,

it deserves a frank response so here you have it -

l've no intention of selling the mine but if l had, it would not be to you.

l disapprove of one man owning so much.

lt puts others at a disadvantage through no fault of their own.

So, let's have no more talk of it and l'm sure we'll get along famously.

Good day, sir.

Good day, Mr Warleggan.

Be careful, this ladder's not safe.

Yes, so l can see.

We've got new ones at Grambler. All iron.

l've reached the second level. They worked it out.

- l'm going on to the next. - All right.

What a nasty stench.

l wonder how many unwanted brats were dropped down here?

lt's the old pumping gear. We might be able to get it working again.

That's the tunnel to the lower seam.

Let's go and look at it.

Tin.

lf that's all, we could've saved ourselves the trouble.

We're not in the main lode yet.

l found samples at home that Father brought out of the mine.

There's copper here somewhere.

The question is how much?

And how easy will it be to bring out?

Ross...

look, about Elizabeth...

Well, l never really meant to come between you, it...

- It simply happened. - No blame to you, Francis.

But it's for her to decide.

Decide?! What the devil do you mean ''decide''?

Ross! Ross?

Wait a minute.

What do you mean ''for her to decide''?

She's decided.

Women have been known to change their minds, Francis.

Damn you!

You can't interfere, we're engaged!

l don't accept that, nor do l wish to talk about it.

Ross, listen...

Ross!

You took your time!

l forgot you couldn't swim.

Or did you...think to let me drown?

No, damn it, l didn't. What a fool.

See, it's you has all the clever ideas, Francis, not me.

Pass me my hat.

l want to go and look at that lode.

Can you avoid falling in while l'm gone?

Look here, sir. l've overstayed my time. l'm not used to that.

Your objections astound me, sir. Astound me!

- He is my dead brother's son! - Your sentiments do you proud.

l have a great family feeling myself.

But l wouldn't let it make a liar of me in business.

l resent your implication!

Well, l put it, perhaps, a little strongly.

But then, that's just the measure of my feeling.

Do you blame me, sir? We had an arrangement.

lt was contingent upon the estate coming to me.

- l couldn't know he'd return. - That is not my complaint.

The letter of the agreement is dead, 'tis true.

But the spirit requires that you use your best endeavours

to purchase the mine for me.

l have said l will do what l can!

- l'll speak to my nephew again. - You owe it to me to do more.

You have a debt against the estate.

You can...press it.

Since there's no money, something will have to be sold.

What can he sell but one of the mines?

Wheal Grace is next to worthless, so it has to be Wheal Leisure.

Y-You must let me think it over.

The ethics of business today do not come easily to me.

You've been wanting the practice.

Let me do it. Sell me the note.

l'll buy it at its face value

and throw in some shares in the Warleggan mines.

What say you, eh?

l-l must think on it.

Good.

- Why, Mr Warleggan. - Why, sir!

Would l be correct in assuming

the mine has more water in it than tin?

But l like that young man - your cousin.

l'm sure we shall end up doing business.

Good day, sirs, to you both.

l look forward to our next meeting.

Well?

There's a good, rich vein of copper there.

lt would take a lot of money to get it out

but we could work it ourselves - with Ross.

l'm not anxious to make an enemy of Warleggan for life.

What happened to you?

l fell into the water.

- It was rather deep. - Yes.

lf there's deep water to be found, you'll find it.

Confound and damn it, l had it here a minute ago!

- Blast it, it must have wings! - Here it is.

Ah, that's it. Now, my boy, the terms are hard.

90 % to be compounded half-yearly

and the first capital repayment to begin in two year.

That's not so bad.

l got the best terms l could out of old Pascoe.

l said, ''l'll guarantee this loan meself if you want.''

''Oh, no, Mr Pearce,'' he says, ''it's enough you know the young man''.

''Know him?'' l said.

''You old skinflint, you know him yourself!

''His father kept his money here long enough,

''you could afford to give him a loan for nothing.''

l told him, Ross, l said, ''You miserable old beggar!

''You greedy old skinflint!

''l keep my money in your bank, Pascoe - clients' money,

''and by God l'll take the whole lot out

''and put it into Warleggan's if l hear '140/o' again.''

The terms are fair, you did well for me.

The loan will buy pumps and haulage gear

and there'll soon be willing investors.

- Let me sign it. - Right, sign down the bottom there.

Ellen, come you here!

l'll get this to the bank and you can draw on it.

- What do you want? - Come you here and witness this.

Ooh, witness, is it? l better go tidy myself up a bit.

Blast it, woman, come back here.

You're witnessing a signature, not going to a ball.

lf you don't care how l look, l'm sure it's of no matter to me.

l thought it was important.

- Now, where's the port? - l must go, Mr Pearce.

- Thank you for everything. - But the port.

- Next time! - Oh...

How do you sign my name, Mr Pearce?

- More tea? - No.

l think l'll go before Jud comes through the roof.

You will come and see us, Ross?

You won't stay away when they get married?

They're not married yet.

She won't change her mind, Ross.

She's given her word to Francis, that makes it hard,

but she gave it thinking l was dead.

There's no honour that will hold her to it.

She's in love with me, Verity. l saw it in her face.

There's something else you should know.

She's deeply devoted to her parents.

- Don't l know that! - There's something more.

They're heavily in debt, the house and the land, some f400.

My father has offered to help if the marriage takes place.

So that's it.

- That's very generous. - Well, why not?

The property will come to Elizabeth when her parents die.

Francis will benefit from it.

lt makes sense to keep it in the family.

l wish you'd told me before.

l only tell you now to show you that even if she loves you,

she will not marry you.

You must let her go. Let Francis have her, they'll be happy.

Make up your mind to it and look elsewhere.

Oh, Ross!

l can't let her go.

Ross, how very nice. Were you passing this way?

l came to see you.

Oh. That's kind.

l know how busy you must be at the house.

- l don't care about the house. - That's not what l hear.

Verity said you were busy putting it in order.

l didn't come here to talk about the house. It is nothing to me.

lf l put it right it's because l don't like living in a pigsty, that's all.

Listen to me. The reasons for your marrying Francis do you credit

- but there's no need for it. - l don't understand.

Your parents are afraid of losing the house and land.

- l don't think... - Don't deny it. Verity told me.

- Well, she had no right to. - But she did.

And it's the best thing. You should've told me yourself.

l'd have raised hell and high water to get the money.

l have money - l raised a loan in Truro.

lt was for the mine but l'll find partners and offer shares.

The point is, l can pay off your father's debts.

lt will be hard but it can be done, and we'll be together.

Don't you see? It's what we used to talk about.

No.

- No. - l don't understand.

- l intend to marry Francis. - But why?

Why?

Because l love him.

No, you don't love him. Not as you did me.

- Not as you did me! - Ah! Let go of me!

l don't want to marry you, Ross, please understand that.

l thought about it so much - we're not right for each other.

- But why? - Because you frighten me.

There's a side of you that's unknown to me, a dark side,

a side l...l can't get near.

No, don't ask me to explain it, l can't, but it's there and it frightens me.

lt's not a life l see for myself.

- You see a life for yourself with Francis? - Yes.

Yes, l do.

l know him, better than he knows himself.

There's no part of him he keeps hidden from me.

l can see what my life with him would be.

But not with you.

l'm afraid of you and that's the truth.

You're not afraid of me. It's life you're afraid of!

You say you know Francis but then l thought l knew you

and here l see a side of you l never suspected.

Can people be known to each other so fully, even Francis?

Well, if you think they can, l suppose that's all that matters.

But is being safe more important than being loved regardless?

lf everything about a man is to be known, what's left to be discovered?

l'll discover my children.

My husband is another matter.

Well, marry whom you like, then.

But don't ask me to bow out of your life because l won't.

Don't ask me to wish you luck, either.

l don't bless your marriage, l curse it.

You've thrown three lives away for the sake of an idea.

An idea you have of yourself

which is as false as the idea you have of me.

But l'll never give you up.

There'll come a day when you'll want me...

as much as l want you now.

Pray God it's not too late,

for it'll be your only salvation.

Walk on, go on.

Whoa.

Whoa.

Wipe him down, Jud, l've driven him hard.

Your uncle's here, been waiting half an hour.

- Prudie? Prudie! - Yes, sir! Coming, sir!

- Fetch the rum. - Ah, Ross.

Hello, Uncle.

ls this a social call or is there something on your mind?

lt's both, Ross. We haven't seen much of you lately.

No. That's not why you've been waiting for half an hour.

l wasn't busy. Jud said you'd be back soon.

Ah.

Are the glasses clean?

Master Ross, you will have your little joke in front of guests!

Oh, he come home a real tartar, Mr Poldark,

and he was such a tender-hearted youth when he went off to war.

Your health, Ross, and good fortune.

Thank you, Uncle.

Thank you.

Well?

Don't press me, Ross, it's a...it's a little difficult, really.

The fact is, Ross, l'm a little short of ready cash,

what with the wedding and one thing and another.

The crops weren't good last year,

it rained all summer and ruined the harvest.

Anyhow, l have this note of your father's.

l'm not pressing it, Ross, not for a month or two,

that's not my way.

But l just wanted to tell you, to give you plenty of time,

if in a month or so you can't meet it

then l shall have to discount it at a bank, that's all.

Warleggan's?

Well, he's an old friend. Probably Warleggan's, yes.

l'd give a further extension, Ross, before l sold it.

That'll reduce its value a bit but never mind that.

Little enough to do for my own nephew

and of course, it seems to solve problems all round.

Gives you a little extra time and, er, me some ready cash.

Any...

Oh, what's that?

A draft on Pascoe's bank.

You can return the note when you've cashed it.

Well...

l don't know what to say. You've raised a loan, eh?

Oh, well, that's splendid. That's splendid.

Of course, l don't suppose you raised it to pay off the note.

No.

l hope it's not putting you into difficulty, Ross.

l'd think about that offer of Warleggan's if l were you.

There's not much you can do without capital and, er...

if l can be of any help...

Well...

Well, l'll say goodbye, Ross.

You'll, er... You'll come and see us again soon, eh?

Goodbye, Uncle.

Elizabeth Jane Sarah,

wilt thou have this man to thy wedded husband,

to live together after God's ordinance

in the holiest state of matrimony?

Wilt thou obey him and serve him,

love, honour and keep him, in sickness and in health,

and, forsaking all other, keep thee only unto him

so long as ye both shall live?

l will.