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You got a nice place here now.

- 'Twill serve. - All set up proper.

Come on, my girl.

Have he asked to wed you?

- Comical, ain't it, him and me? - Not so comical.

Oil and water. He think to reform me.

l'd poison his godly life, honest l would.

Can you see me among the Methodies? That'd do for you.

You have told him no. Is that not an end to it?

- Yes. - You'll do it no good that way.

l come to you cos there's no one other to talk to.

Do you love 'im?

l don't know what love do mean.

But l can't be free the way l used to be.

- How's that? - People do say l'm a whore.

What is a whore? A woman that does sell her body.

l never sold nothing to no one.

l'm not so loose as folks say.

But what l've done, l don't regret.

Well then, what troubles you?

Since l seen him, since we've talked,

l've lost the pleasure of things. That's the trouble.

l wish to God l'd never met him.

What is it?

l dunno.

- Fetch buckets. - What caused it?

Fetch buckets 'fore it spreads.

Since then, there has been more trouble.

They broken his fences and his stream's run dry.

Last night, someone dropped a dead dog down his well.

- Who's they? - He don't know for sure.

But he has ideas? Why didn't he come and tell me this himself?

- Reckon he'd troubled ee enough. - The damned fool.

- What's this about the stream? - They cut into it higher up.

- So he must depend on his well. - Aye.

That's not going to be easy when they're poisoning his water.

What's the local feeling? Is there resentment against him?

- Nay, not the locals. - Who then?

He do say the locals come no more to the smithy.

Why not?

We live in a world where malice do constantly arise in the souls of men.

Devil take your sermons.

You mean he's losing custom at the shop

because locals have been told not to go.

- That'd be the way. - Threats and persecution.

- Who would want him out? - He do say...

Well, go on, man.

He do say he seen that Sid Rowse riding up the hill,

- the day the hut was burned. - Sid Rowse?

Warleggan's gamekeeper?

But Warleggan land ends two miles from Pally's shop.

Give or take a step.

- He's too close for comfort? - Aye.

You think this is part of my feud with Warleggan.

You may be right. Diverting the stream sounds like a trick

that would appeal to George's devious mind.

Doubtless, he's investigated water rights.

- There be other things. - Yes?

He do say Geoffrey Charles did spend all his time at Pally's shop,

when he was home. But Mr Warleggan put a stop to it.

- Well? - The boy went on with his visiting.

- Osborne? - Yes, Morwenna?

l have been thinking about my sister.

- Yes? - It may be time for her to go back home.

Home? But why?

She has been with us for over a year now.

As long as that? l had no idea.

Nevertheless, she's no trouble and surely you have need of her.

Not really. My health is much improved, the baby is no burden.

As for the girls, they barely see her.

She seems to spend most of her time with you.

A matter of her education.

l have her studying and copying the parish papers.

She has a quick mind, although undeveloped as yet.

- Yes. She has only just turned 16. - Exactly.

That is why l feel she needs companions of her own age.

- Rowella, my dear. - Rowella.

- l can leave tomorrow. - Tomorrow?

l did not mean so soon, my dear.

- In the spring, perhaps. - Or summer.

- As you wish. - You look so tired.

l'm afraid we have been overworking you.

No, l am well, sister, thank you.

lt is time l resumed at least some of my duties.

l shall begin tomorrow.

ln the meantime, if you will excuse me, l shall go to my bed.

An excellent idea. Dr Enys may have worked wonders

but you must not overtax your strength. Must she, Rowella?

- Indeed, no. - Thank you both.

You are so considerate.

There must be times when you find me a great burden.

Rowella, my dear.

- Osborne. - Sleep well, my dear.

- She knows. - Shh.

About you and me - she knows.

What is there to know?

Oh, my girl. My dear, dear girl.

Oh.

l feel as though l don't see you for days.

Tonight. It must be tonight. Do you understand?

- Yes. l will wait. - It may be late.

- Whenever you say. - Oh, if only it could be now.

- Yes, yes. - Do not.

You must not. Now go. Go to your room.

lt is improper we should be so much alone.

l will see you later.

Osborne, there is just one thing. l must tell you.

Yes, my dearest girl, what is it?

l hope you will not be angry.

l am pregnant.

lt's intolerable.

He's trying to ruin the boy.

- Demelza, are you listening? - Course l am.

l would think the fate of your brother was of interest to you.

So it is. And my own fate and Sam's.

Has Sam been talking to you?

No, he hasn't. And what should it have been about if he had?

Something l said to him about your family, half as a joke.

We got no sense of humour, you should know that by now.

l know, you blow hot and cold. l never know where l am with you.

- Nor l with you. - What does that mean?

- You won't tell me. - For God's sake, tell you what?

- l'm going to bed. - What shall l do about Drake?

Don't ask me, l've got no influence with George Warleggan!

- Ask someone who has. - Demelza!

Ask his wife.

Go away, do you hear, do not touch me!

l knew it, l knew you'd be angry.

God preserve me, what have you done?

l could take something. There are nostrums on sale, l'm told.

- Nostrums? - To rid one of the child.

Yes, yes.

But sometimes they are dangerous to the mother as well.

- No matter, no matter. - But how to purchase them?

l could not seek them. You would have to go.

- Me? - l could not. A girl of 16?

And you think l could? Me, a man of the cloth? Never!

- What are we to do? - It has nothing to do with me.

With whom have you contracted this?

Vicar! Osborne, there has been no one else. l swear.

How dare you! Why, half the men in the parish may be the father.

- That's not true. - The desire to implicate me

has been behind this affair from the beginning.

Yes. Yes, that is it. l see it all now from the very beginning.

- That's not true, how could you... - Go to your room, Rowella!

Shall l... Shall l see you later?

Are you mad?

Are you totally without shame?

Later? As though nothing of this meant...

Yes.

We have much to talk about, so...

Yes, yes, now go...until later.

Prudie!

lt's half past nine, why didn't you wake me?

You had a disturbed night.

Prudie's down with a summer fever,

she sent Betsy Martin, Zacky's daughter. She's in the kitchen.

lt stinks in here.

Where are you going?

l thought l'd ride over and see Drake, hear his side of this.

Oh, er, this came from the Bassets.

They're happy to dine with us next week, as invited.

The Bassets?

Oh, l'd forgotten about it. Well, they can't come now.

Why not?

- Because Prudie's ill. - She'll be better by then.

We'll ask Caroline and Dwight over.

- Do l have no say? - Every say, my love.

- You will choose the menu... - l am no society hostess!

- Ask Caroline to advise you. - Ooh.

l'm sorry, my dear, we are committed to receive them.

Well, l must be on my way.

Read the letter. Lady Basset met Mrs Gower in Truro.

lt seems Hugh Armitage is returning to his squadron.

l thought you'd like to know.

Drake!

Drake!

My God.

Drake?

Drake?

- Drake? - Over 'ere.

'Ere.

Who did this to you?

l don't know, 'twas the middle of the night.

Come and sit down.

Drink this.

Sam says you think it may be Sid Rowse.

l saw someone when the shed was set alight.

lt looked like him but l didn't see his face.

Well, is there anything private between you, any reason?

- None that l can think of. - He's been put up to it.

Now, ee don't know that.

Captain, l don't want you having words with Mr Warleggan on my account.

You can't fight Warleggan on your own.

- l don't intend to fight him. - What then?

l'll think of something. Turn the other cheek, that's what Sam'd do.

- Then Sam's a fool. - Then Christ be a fool.

- 'Twas His advice. - Oh, God, spare me from the Carnes.

l don't think ee means that, Cap'n.

No, l don't. So, you're refusing my help?

Not if it's to help straighten up here.

You have it. But they'll be back again. Whoever did this will be back again.

Cap'n, you put me here. You gave me this place.

But it be my place and there is no one will take me from it.

Well, let's make a start.

Yes, who is it?

Oh, what do you want?

l wanted just a word.

May l sit down? Sometimes l feel rather faint.

l think, Vicar, l may have found a way out of our predicament.

- Don't call it ''our predicament''. - l'm sorry, my predicament.

What way?

There is a man who would marry me. He has shown an interest.

- Who? Who is it? - He knows nothing about us.

About my condition, l mean.

He might spurn me. He may not wish to give his name to a...

Who? What is his name?

Mr Arthur Solway, from the county library.

How do you know he will marry you?

- He asked me last week. - And you said?

That l could not without your consent and that of my mother,

and that would not be forthcoming.

- Why not? - He is of lowly birth.

- His father was a carpenter. - Lowly, indeed.

Beggars cannot be choosers. He knows nothing of your condition?

Not yet. Of course, if you were to agree, l'd tell him.

Oh, not whose child it is.

Simply that l'm in dire distress. l'd be a good wife.

And he would certainly gain the advantage of social improvement.

lf l could tell him to come and see you.

- Me? - You are in loco parentis.

Of course, he may expect something in the way of a dowry,

- to make the match attractive. - How much?

- He is not an ambitious man. - How much, how much?

l had not thought of a figure

but as a librarian, he's paid only f15 a year,

so his demands would not be excessive.

Good, good, 20 guineas, perhaps, or 25 at most.

Very well, my dear. If he agrees to your proposal,

send him to see me and l will see that he gets a present

to encourage him and to start you both off in life together.

- What a fine... - Demelza, did...?

- l'm sorry. - Please.

l wouldn't dream of it.

l was going to remark on the character of the room.

But this is not the addition to the house that you spoke of?

No, this is part of the original building.

- Very fine. - Do not lick your thumb.

- What ma'am? - Oh, 'tis of no consequence.

We've confined our efforts to rebuilding the library.

And very successfully.

lt's cost us dear in terms of delay and frustration.

lt's the war. You can't get labourers for love or money.

But is it the war, Sir Francis?

All men make themselves scarce to exaggerate their own importance.

The French have been waiting for an opportunity to invade.

Only the gales have saved us.

My wife takes a determinedly flippant attitude towards politics.

And do you wonder? For years, we women of England

have heard our men prophesying doom and disaster,

and yet about us, life continues much as ever.

Mob riots and naval mutinies, are they much as usual?

- We don't see them, Dwight. - But they happen.

Your husband is right. You heard of the attempt to invade Ireland?

- Yes, but that was months ago. - Two months, to be exact.

ln spite of Sir Edward Pellew,

most of the invasion fleet reached Bantry Bay and were landing their troops

when the gales fortunately struck.

ls that the Pellew who distinguished himself

at the engagement where you were captured?

lndeed, and a finer English gentleman never put to sea.

Perhaps the reason why we do not make progress in the war

is that it is English gentlemen that lead us.

All these Frenchmen rose on merit alone

and there's not a gentleman among them.

Do you suppose the English are inferior to the French?

l warned you, my wife is a student of polemics.

And a serious student too.

l take her point, though l cannot agree with it.

l'm glad you see there is a point to be taken.

Why is it, with this talk of national emergency,

that an officer of the calibre of Hugh Armitage

has not yet returned to sea again?

Caroline, have you heard from the lieutenant to that effect?

- Not directly, no. - l must say, Mrs Enys,

that your information is at variance with mine.

Two weeks ago, l met his aunt in Truro.

She said he was to be returned to his squadron.

She is my informant also, three days ago.

lt seems the naval surgeons cannot make up their minds.

He has returned to lodge with Lord Falmouth.

Strange, Demelza, l thought you would have heard.

Why should she have heard?

Well, come in, come in.

Sit.

- Well now, Mr Holloway... - Solway.

You wish to marry my ward, l am told.

l had no idea she was your ward, Vicar.

During her stay, Miss Chynoweth has looked to me as her guardian.

- Do you understand me? - Indeed l do, Vicar.

Her fall from grace - she has told you, has she not? -

while filling me with chagrin, has not lessened my desire

to see her brought to the safe harbourage of matrimony.

No, of course.

She herself comes from an unimpeachable stock.

Her late father was himself a man of the cloth.

Dean of Bodmin, to be exact. And she is related by blood

to the wife of our newly elected Member of Parliament, no less.

- l trust you take my meaning? - So l do understand, sir.

Your own father, l am told, is a carpenter.

However, l am not one to speak lightly of a true and Christian regard.

lf you love her and she...loves you,

then l think we can say, all things being equal,

We may COme to some sort of agreement.

That's very kind of you, Vicar.

As a wedding present, a gift to start you off in life together,

l am prepared to give you, outright - not lend -

but give you the sum of 20 guineas.

Well?

1 Well

you see, Vicar...

there is just one thing.

And when you drop a mince tart on the floor, you should not,

oh, Betsy, you should not pick it up in view of everyone

and put it on a plate to serve to someone else.

No, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am.

Nevertheless, Betsy, you did well. And only you, Prudie and l know

what a battlefield the kitchen was before they arrived.

Oh, ma'am. If they'd seen the things falling on the floor.

Oh, Betsy.

Sir Francis, l though you were a-walking with the others.

l have no special likings for farmyards and cliffs.

Oh. Er, thank you, Betsy.

No, l came in search of you, dear lady,

to congratulate you on a delightful dinner.

- Oh, thank you, Sir Francis. - Nampara beach troubles me.

- Oh? - It would make an easy landing

for an invader, if he chose his weather.

- l hadn't thought of it like that. - Alas, apathy reigns still.

l wish Ross had accepted my offer and stood for Parliament.

He would have roused the people. He's the sort of man we need.

You found a replacement in our neighbour.

- In George Warleggan? - Mm.

Yes.

Mrs Poldark, would you permit me to ask a personal question?

Sir?

There is bad blood between your houses. It troubles me.

- What is its cause? - Oh, Sir Francis,

the cause lies too far back for me to explain.

And it's not for me to say, you should ask Ross.

Very well. However, you may tell him from me,

one should not wear soiled linen where it may be seen.

One should not wear soiled linen at all.

Precisely. During war, these rivalries should be buried.

We have more important things to occupy our minds.

Well, if you tell Mr Warleggan...

l am informed that the fault lies mainly with the Poldarks.

Then you are misinformed.

Whilst we are on the subject, is it not true

that you enjoy a feud with Lord Falmouth?

- Touch�. - And would it be true to say

that the fault lie with the Falmouths, not with your family?

- You fight well. - Oh, Sir Francis.

Yes. It is true that l have a feud with Falmouth

but it is equally true that l have grown weary of it.

lf a settlement could be found, l would not object,

though l doubt he feels the same.

But isn't that the very fuel that feeds the fire?

That we cannot credit our enemies

with the same forgiving natures we have ourselves.

Oh, Sir Francis, forgive me if...

No, it is you who must forgive me.

As well as being an excellent hostess,

you also have the makings of a philosopher.

You mock me, Sir Francis.

Madam, l was never more serious in my life.

Nor have l spent a more delightful day.

Out, l say! Out! Out!

Osborne, what has happened? l heard the door slam.

- Did you put him up to this? - Up to what?

That insolent lickspittle. Had he stayed a moment longer,

l'd have given him the thrashing of his life.

Do you know what he asks, nay, demands,

in order to marry you - a fallen girl of 16,

penniless, pregnant, without hope or prospects?

- f1 ,OOO! - f1 ,OOO?

lf ever that young jackanapes comes near this house again,

l'll have him arrested for trespass.

- But are you sure? - Sure?

When l thought f20 was being generous? Of course l'm sure.

Why, the impudence of the upstart. The effrontery!

Very well, Rowella, you may dismiss him from your mind.

That young man is not for you.

You do not marry him with any blessing or present from me.

But...but what will become of me?

l had thought, knowing of your generosity,

l thought, at the very least, you might give us f100.

Oh, you thought that, did you?

Can l be sure you did not put the thought of f1,OOO into his head?

Oh, yes, l swear it. l would not do such a thing.

l wonder. Sometimes, l think you're capable of anything.

Oh, let me talk to him. l'm sure l can make him see reason.

Let me talk to him.

Why should l demean myself, bargaining for you?

l've half a mind to pack you off to your mother now, fatherless child and all.

You would not do that, Osborne, you must not.

For my sake. For both our sakes.

Damn the weather.

l rode with them as far as Barbitt's Cross.

They appeared to enjoy it.

Well, Sir Francis was much taken with you.

And l with him.

He said you made comment on his feud with Lord Falmouth.

What did you say to him?

l told him to heal it, that's all.

l said that bad feeling shouldn't be between people

if it's in their power to heal it.

- That was brave of you. - Won't make no difference.

- He's a man. - Oh.

Why shouldn't l have heard that Hugh Armitage was back?

Why shouldn't he write to me, why shouldn't anyone?

- l'm sorry, all l said was... - It was the way you said it.

''Why should she have heard?'' Why shouldn't l have heard?

l resented that Caroline seems to be party

to the affection you have for this...

l wish l'd never taken him out of prison.

- You didn't! He took himself out. - l'm going to bed.

- Yes, change the subject! - Listen to me, my girl,

for better, for worse, l love you.

lf you choose to enjoy a mild flirtation with this spoilt aristocrat,

it is your affair, but keep it private!

l resent becoming a subject of gossip amongst my friends!

What about my friends? Am l not allowed friends?

You talk intimate things with your friends and never ask my permission!

lf you waited up for a fight, l am sorry to disappoint you.

Good night, Demelza.

Oh, Ross, Ross.

'lf she whom l desire would stoop to love me,

'l would come heart in hand

'and, kneeling, ask that kindly she receive me

'and deign to understand that all l have is hers

'and hers forever,

'forever and a day#

f30.

A thousand.

f40.

- A thousand. - f45.

A thousand.

Damn you! l have not got f1 ,OOO.

l've not got f500. l barely have f100. There!

f100. That is my final offer. Take it or leave it.

A thousand.

Vicar, you don't understand what poverty he has endured.

He thinks l'm made of money.

There are nine children living with them in a cottage.

One girl has fits, one boy is in service...

- These people breed like rats. - They live like rats.

Out of the pittance Arthur earns, he has to help his family.

Last year, his father fell ill. They applied for parish relief.

You seem to know a lot about them.

l went to see them yesterday. It made my heart ache.

l suppose you offered them some of my money.

f100, that's what l've gone to.

l feel sure he will see reason.

Try him once more.

Oh, Osborne, do!

Very well, young man. And this, understand, is my final word.

f120.

900. l cannot go below 900.

Are you mad?

Damnation take you both. Out! Get out of my house!

- Mr Whitworth, lower your voice. - This is extortion most flagrant.

Damn you!

Don't cry.

This is a device you try far too often!

l'm afraid, Vicar...you do not fully understand my position.

lt will take f700, properly invested, to support the child.

Then there's the question of a cottage.

And the furniture.

The daughter of a dean. l cannot see how she could live on less.

f200.

800. Not a penny less.

l'm most terribly sorry, Vicar.

Take your sorrow and go.

- Osborne? - Out! Out, you hear!

Consider, l beg you. The children are asleep upstairs.

The devil take you both - you and Morwenna!

Get out! Don't come back.

Take everything of yours. Immediately, go.

Hey!

Where do you think you're going?

Well?

l've come to ask a favour of Miss Warleggan

- that maybe she'll see me. - See you? What for?

To ask her for a kindness on a matter which concerns me close.

lf she says no, l'll come away.

You'll come away afore ever you get there. Harry?

Aye.

Well, if you'll not let me through, l'll bid ee good day.

Oh, no, you'll not.

Up-jumps like you ought to be punished for trespassing.

Go to jail for less.

Reckon we caught ourselves a poacher, lads.

Got to be a-dealt with. What do ee say?

l reckon he better be took up to the house.

- Mistress'll look after him. - Nobody there. They been in Truro.

l reckon it's all up to us.

- Get him, Sid! - Now, then!

Get him, Sid!

- Harry, down that way! - Right.

Harry!

Right down. Then to the left!

Go get him, Harry.

There he is!

Aaah!

Stop, you'll kill him.

- Sid, you'll kill him! - l wouldn't mind that.

One...

and two...and three...and five!

That's for the toads.

Leave him be. He'll be all right.

Mr Whitworth? You slept peaceably, l trust.

l have been continuing my work copying the parish records

and l came across this letter.

lt was writ to a Petherwin vicar for getting a young girl with child.

He was suspended for three years, l believe.

Get out.

''Dear Mr Boleyse,'' it reads,

''Aggravated as your guilt appears to be by many circumstances,

''l own l think little can be said in extenuation of it.

''For God's sake, sir,

''how could you so lose sight of the clergyman, the Christian, the gentleman

''and violate the rules of religion...''

l shall kill you.

''..and even of humanity itself?

''How can you recommend to your flock...''

Did you hear what l said?

l have discussed the situation of last night with Mr Solway.

lt would appear that he may be persuaded

to accept a somewhat lower figure of some f600.

l'll see you dead first! Do you hear?

l hear, Osborne,

and l should think it quite likely Morwenna heard, too.

- No, no. - Eat and don't talk.

They could have killed ee. Do you know that? You could have died.

Of course he knows. Think him senseless as you?

Why are you here? l did think you was finished with Sam.

Come to see you. Sam don't matter.

- Finish your broth. - No, l got to get up.

l got to go to Truro. l got to speak with Mistress Warleggan.

- l'll come with ee. - No, you stay here.

At least there be no gamekeepers at Truro.

There be footmen. They be nigh as wicked.

But they don't know me. Two of us, they'd suspicion.

You're both as crazy as calves. Nobody'll see you in that state.

Why would Mistress Warleggan help?

l have a feeling she want fair play.

When'll you go?

As soon as l can walk.

Close the door.

l have called you here to tell you of my decision.

l can do no more for you. You'll be returned to your poor mother.

l leave it to her to try to effect a change.

And the baby, Vicar?

l know nothing of any baby.

What luckless brat you may have conceived from your flaunting

is entirely your own affair.

l shall accuse you, Vicar.

Nobody will listen to you.

l am a dean's daughter. People will listen.

l will write to the bishop.

An hysterical child.

A boy you tormented at school made a scar on your belly.

l have seen it. It was made by a knife.

l spoke of it once in jest. Anyone could know.

And a mole on your left buttock of peculiar shape.

- l will draw it for the bishop. - l will see you dead first,

dead before l pay a penny to you

or that snivelling yard of pump water you intend to marry!

, Now, once and for all get out of my life!

f500.

Come on.

And tell Jud to saddle my horse.

- Yes, master. - Take the saddlebags with you.

- Yes... - l must be gone in under the hour.

Have you seen the mistress?

- Master? - The mistress, girl. My wife.

Nay, she disappeared sudden. l don't know where.

Then find her. Tell her l have a list of addresses to give her.

Yes, master.

But Drake, what do you think she can do?

She can talk to her husband, tell him to stop.

- Wives is good at that, l hear. - Oh, Drake.

Don't tell Cap'n Poldark about this. This is my war, not his.

He won't be able to help you, although he'd want to.

The Frenchies have invaded Ilfracombe.

He's been called to Falmouth with the volunteers.

He won't be back till God knows when.

Now, Drake, please take care of yourself in Truro.

- l need you. - l'll be back, sister.

l was thinking, Osborne. We have not seen Dr Enys for some time.

Did l not tell you? l had a letter from him some weeks ago.

Due to his own ill health, he has cut down on his patients.

No, you did not tell me.

l fear the good doctor is not long for this world.

''Physician, heal thyself'' as the saying is.

Yet he cured me, Osborne.

He did indeed, my love, but we need not trouble him further.

lt is peaceful, is it not?

- Just the two of us together again. - Peaceful, certainly.

- Yet Rowella made little noise. - Oh, that girl.

Please, l'd prefer you not to do that.

Why not? A simple kiss. You are my wife. There is no one to see.

- Things have changed. - What things?

- You say you are cured. - Just things.

l don't understand you. Am l not your lamully wedded husband?

Has it not been ordained by God that we should cleave?

- The vows we have sworn... - You disgraced my sister.

Morwenna...

Let us not waste breath beating about the bush.

l was conscious of what was happening every day, every minute of every night.

Do you think l am blind and deaf?

lt was nothing, my dear. A momentary aberration.

- Denied my natural feelings... - Don't lie to me.

- Morwenna, please! - Kindly stay where you are.

l have only this to say.

lf you should ever attempt just once - just once, l say -

to resume your physical approaches to me,

- l will kill your son. - Morwenna...

That is how much you disgust me.

ln all else, l shall attempt to be a good wife.

No one in the parish shall ever have cause to criticise me

but once - simply once, l say -

try to get into my bed or molest me in any way

and l shall carry out my threat, l swear to you.

You are ill. You do not know what you are saying.

lt is your duty, a wife's duty.

l have done with that sort of duty, Osborne.

No, nor will l pray with you to seek God's guidance.

l have by now achieved my own guidance in this matter.

Morwenna...

Do you know what you are saying?

You are condemning me to a lifetime of purgatory...

A lifetime of your own choosing

and this is how it will be

until the day death separates us.

How dare you?

How dare you make such charges against my husband?

l do not say that, ma'am.

Maybe someone else have told Mr Cope to cut off my water.

Or Sid Rowse and the others that beat me till l fainted.

l don't wish to hear about it.

They are employed to keep trespassers out.

l was only walking up the drive to see you,

to offer not to see Master Geoffrey again.

What proof have you

that these persecutions were carried out by Warleggan's men?

You have proof, l suppose?

They've been seen - not just by me.

Molly Vage seen 'em. Jack Mullet do say they break what l repair.

And you think it was caused by my husband's resentment

over your friendship with my son?

lt's not for me to say, ma'am.

There was the business of Miss Morwenna. You remember that.

l don't wish to hear about it. The affair is over.

- Yes, ma'am. - Very well. You may go.

l'll speak to my husband about it. That's all l can say.

Thank you, ma'am.

What is this man doing in my house?

- He came to see me. - Get out!

- l said he came to see me. - Get out!

By what right was he admitted to this house?

l am going to my room.

When l have recovered sufficient calm, l will tell you why he came.

Do not forget that we leave for London in the morning.

For London?

lf what l just heard is true,

l would rather go to hell first.

Demelza.

Hugh!

- Are you home on leave? - In a manner of speaking.

Ross is in Falmouth. He'll be sorry he's missed you.

l did not come to see Ross. l came to beg a favour.

lt's a day in a hundred. Summer is here at last and here am l.

- What do you mean? - Have you forgotten?

- Last time, you promised... - Visit the seals. Is it that?

- Yes. - Hugh! l thought it was serious.

lt is. At least it is to me.

Anyway, what is so laughable about a promise?

l'm sorry, l didn't mean...

The seals aren't here at this time of year.

- Show me. - But l've just told you.

There's no point in the expedition,

the seals move away when the warm weather comes.

Do l mean so little to you?

l am begging you.

To lead you to something that doesn't exist?

To grant me a favour. l have things to tell you.

They can be said here.

Oh, wait.

l'll have my horse saddled.

Whoa.

Down there but not that cove

nor the next, nor the next but a place that looks like a cathedral.

For seals.

With rocks and the sea that booms and crashes.

l'll race you.

Are you sorry you came?

l'm glad.

What did you want to ask me?

l don't want to tell you now.

Perhaps it's better left unsaid.

Are you thinking of Ross?

No.

Myself.

Hugh... Hugh?

ls it your eyes?

l lied to you, Demelza.

Lied?

l'm not on leave from the Navy.

l am discharged.

Your eyes? Is it your eyes?

They're getting worse?

There's still hope, isn't there?

l didn't want to tell you.

You're going blind. Is that it?

Yes.

Come on.

Oh, it gets steeper down here.

Do you think we should risk it?

Why not? It's only a momentary inconvenience.

Nevertheless, l shall hold your hand.

Come on.

Whoops.

Oh, look at my skirts.