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Come on. Giddup.

Hyah! Hyah!

Has the House risen that you're returning home?

- Not for another six weeks. - How was Westminster?

My uncle says it's a regular gossip shop.

- It's what you make of it. - So cousin-in-law George used to say.

Bit of a blow you struck him when you took his seat.

Mind you, George is no laggard in furthering his own affairs.

That l have noticed.

l've been staying with the Carlyans. You know them?

- By name. - They have a very fine cook.

Their spring lamb with asparagus and roast calf's heart. Oh!

As l tell my wife, it's the conjunction of dishes that matters.

How is your wife?

Dr Behenna thinks she must have a disorder of the spleen.

The child, l am glad to say, is in fine fettle.

A handsome boy - very different from the Enys's weakling child.

- Dr Enys's baby? - Dribbles all day long, so they say.

This lurching is enough to turn a man's bile.

l was at sea only once but it was no worse than this.

l presume you know Viscount Falmouth well, since you sit in his pocket,

or should l say, in his pocket borough.

Could you use your good offices with him on my behalf?

l am seeking the living at Laxillion

and he must be well in with the new Bishop of Exeter.

- l'm sorry to hear you're leaving Truro. - l'm not.

l just wish to augment my sparse income.

These days, a man in holy orders must possess two livings.

You already have two livings - my own parish of Sawle is one of them.

The expenses there almost eat up the increment.

There could be such a thing as a quid pro quo in this.

My uncle, Colin Cadolfin, is a personal friend of the Prince of Wales.

Sometimes, a friend at court can be an advantage to a man in the Commons.

Especially a distant country member without title or connections.

What do you say, sir?

At Sawle, you have a curate named Odgers.

On f45 a year, he lives no better than a farrier.

l am prepared to ask Lord Falmouth to intercede for you

on condition you raise Mr Odgers' stipend to f100 a year.

That is the quid pro quo l envisage.

What do you say, sir?

- Have it. - Madam, l was only admiring it.

l have no use for it. l can't find anywhere where it suits.

- Take it while you can. - No, truly, Mrs Enys.

May l find Clowance to try on the bonnet?

l've taken it in a little. Just a tuck.

Oh, it's lovely.

lsn't she a clever milliner, Caroline?

lf ever you have any sewing to do, you must send for Mary Ann.

She shall make dresses for Sarah.

l'm sure she will when the time comes.

l shall not have her in swaddling bands for much longer.

l can't wait for the day when she will at least be recognisable as a female!

l'm sure you can't wait for the day you send her out hunting!

Demelza!

- Ross! - You didn't tell me!

He didn't tell me.

Mary Ann, go and tell the children their father's home.

Ross!

- Ross. - Caroline.

We weren't expecting you for weeks yet.

How's your baby? What did you christen her?

- Sarah. - l wrote and told you.

- Didn't you get my letter? - She is just as l anticipated,

lies in a cradle with the wickedest smile you can imagine

and expects to be waited on.

My poor little dog is quite neglected.

- You're not going on my account? - No, on Demelza's.

Between them, she and Dwight spoil her dreadfully.

- How long are you staying? - Till Parliament reassembles in autumn.

The whole summer? Oh. l thought you were just visiting.

How's Parliament?

You spoke in the slavery debate.

Sir John Trevaunance saw it in the paper and sent it to me.

l've got it here somewhere. l show it to everyone.

The children are in the long meadow?

Yes. Mary Ann's gone to get them. They'll be here soon.

l'll go there myself and surprise them.

Yes, of course.

That impudent squireen Poldark was on the coach,

coming home from Parliament early.

George was not so neglectful of his duties as an MP.

- Well, where's the boy? - In the garden.

How often have l said he's not to be left unattended?

- There's the hazard of the river. - His nurse is with him.

Will you eat now or wait till supper?

- What is there? - We have spring chicken,

tongue, the remains of a leg of mutton

and some custard tart.

Custard tart? When one has dined in one of the great houses,

one realises the uncouthness of what one has to eat at home.

Oh dear, Nat Pearce wants to see me urgently.

l'll wager the most urgent matter for lawyer Pearce

is the delivery of his next cask of wine.

Very well, see if you can tempt me with some of your cold chicken.

''Dear Vicar, it is more than a year now

''since l left your home to marry Arthur.

''At the time, l must have taken, inadvertently, some books of yours.

''l know if l bring them to you l shall be turned away.

''But should you call for them at 17 Callinick Street,

''l would see this as a special sign of your forgiveness.

''l remain, sir, your respectful servant and sister-in-law,

''Rowella Solway.''

The children are hoping you'll go and see them.

- l've said good night to them once. - That's what l told them.

Did everything go well in the mine? You wasted no time going there.

The south lode is not yielding as we hoped it would.

l told you that in my last letter. It's just a setback.

We can't afford another such failure.

The fireback's come away in the hearth.

l'll ask Drake to make it good.

lt's nothing that need call for a blacksmith.

lt'll do him good to get away from that forge.

Still pining for Morwenna?

Mm. He needs a wife.

How's Sam? Is he still crossed in love too?

Well, Emma's gone to be a parlour maid

and if they still feel the same about each other

at the end of the year, they're to marry.

- So all is not lost, then. - Hope not.

And you? What have you been doing while l've been away?

Seeing to your affairs, bringing up your children,

looking to the farm,

waiting for your letters.

Living life as always but without you.

How often has Hugh Bodrugan tried to creep into your bed?

- Oh, Ross. - It's meant as a joke.

- A poor joke. - Yes...

but there was a time when we would've laughed.

Won't you ask how l lived without you? Or do you think l was a monk?

Do l have a right to ask?

- London women are beautiful. - l'm sure.

- Perhaps the most beautiful in the world. - Quite likely.

l asked one to my room one night.

She called me a trike!

What's a trike?

- No matter. - l'll check the dictionary.

- It won't be there. - What are you trying to say?

l'll, er...go and see if the children are asleep.

You've come back a stranger.

- That wasn't my doing. - Nor mine. Nor mine!

You didn't tell me you'd been nominated for Parliament

- till you'd been elected. - Your mind was elsewhere.

Oh, Ross!

We should not let this come so much between us.

lt is between us.

Like a barricade.

A barricade you've built in your mind all the months you've been away.

One l've been trying to get through

but, because l cannot, l've come home.

The battle must be fought here.

- What battle? - With a ghost.

A shade, a memory.

A poem.

lt's time we retired, Morwenna.

l would like to finish this chapter.

You must not strain your eyes.

Then l shall await you in the bedroom.

- You will not be long. - Osborne.

You understand that nothing has changed.

Let us agree it's time it did.

l swear before God that if you force your attentions upon me,

l will kill your son.

- You are demented, woman! - l mean it.

l am your husband! You've no right to deny me.

l would rather be hanged as a murderess.

l suppose he finds his affairs in Cornwall more pressing

than his responsibilities at Parliament.

You can hardly berate him for that.

Poldark has attended the House more than most, l am told.

- If with little effect. - l didn't expect him to make a mark.

- Oh, forgive me... - Come in, my dear.

Meet Captain Monk Adderley, MP for Shropshire.

l've heard that's a very beautiful county.

So have l, ma'am. l always mean to visit it.

Not every MP lives in the county that returns him.

Monk represents the Lord Croft interest.

He is also related to Sir Christopher Hawkins.

When shall we see you in town, Mrs Warleggan?

lf by town, you mean London,

that will depend entirely on my husband.

That may depend on the progress of our discussion.

- Will you be dining with us? - Thank you,

but l'm promised at Sir Christopher Hawkins' place

- and that's two hours away. - Not so far.

We shall dine within the hour.

Then l should be very much obliged to you, Mrs Warleggan. Thank you.

lf you'll excuse me, l'll inform the kitchen.

Strikes me that you have everything a reasonable man could possibly want.

Perhaps a man is not reasonable

when he has lost something he most valued.

l would've thought finding another seat in a Parliament

that is barely seven months old presents difficulties.

Even in a county returning 44 members?

Only three of them belong to Sir Christopher

and he has no reason to complain at their behaviour.

So what would you advise?

Dining out the other day,

l was told that your grandfather was a blacksmith

who worked a forge in Hale and hadn't a shilling to his name

but that you'd acquired a fortune of f200,OOO.

The only misinformation there

is that my grandfather's forge was not in Hale.

At election times, the government usually has seats to sell for f3,OOO.

l am not so much concerned to buy a seat as a borough.

l do not wish to dance for a patron, but be the patron myself.

That will certainly prove expensive.

Perhaps you could tell Sir Christopher that money l have,

and l am prepared to lay it out as he advises.

Oh, Drake, you done it.

Anyone could've done it, sister. Even Jud.

Take a smithy to make a proper job of it.

lf there's nothing else, l'll be going now.

Right. But you'll take this stool today.

- Madam, are you sure? - It'll go in the attic here.

Oh, Drake. Do you know Mary Ann Tamblyn?

- She lives with a family at Sawle. - Miss Tamblyn, l've seen you about.

As you've finished, perhaps you'll carry this for her.

Madam, l can manage. l'm used to fetching and carrying.

Oh, 'tis no trouble to Drake, is it?

- No. - Oh, Drake, will you come to the mine?

l've got some tools l'd like your opinion on.

Drake's accompanying Miss Tamblyn home.

- The mine can wait. - As you say.

l'll come to the mine tomorrow, then, Captain Ross.

- Right, miss. - Bye, madam.

Glad l could be of help with the fireback, sister.

lt's a pity Mary Ann's got that limp.

Your matchmaking will get you into mischief.

lt's not matchmaking. It's a question of propinquity.

You went to the dictionary for that one.

lt means two things that just happen to be side by side.

At your invitation. What a flagrant contrivance.

l can't abide to see my brother so unhappy.

- You can't get Morwenna from his heart. - After all this time? Why not?

l know you think eight months isn't long enough

to get over the sorrow of a loved one.

- Is it? - Oh, Ross, don't you understand?

What l felt for Hugh is over.

Hugh's dead.

Just as Morwenna should seem dead to Drake.

She's married to the vicar of St Margaret's. Nothing can break that.

lt puzzles me why you were called, Doctor.

As l keep telling my husband, l am in excellent health.

l am so sorry you were troubled.

- Where are you going? - To take John for a walk by the river.

- By the river? - He will come to no harm.

Why should he?

Well, did she admit her threats to the boy?

- No, l... - Did you ask about them?

l'm convinced such threats are empty.

Should l ignore them? Can l take that risk?

l confess your wife is of a highly nervous disposition.

She is demented, sir.

lf she ever really did it...

Am l to wait until the crime is committed? Surely the threat is enough?

You say it's because she's not prepared to submit herself to your desires.

But why is she not? The very refusal is proof something is wrong with her.

l'm not an old man. l'm in the prime of life.

l am her husband. To deny me is in itself not natural.

But hardly proof she's not in her right mind.

There are other signs. You must've observed spasms of excitement

followed by periods of such melancholy she talks to no one.

l admit there are... some grounds for anxiety.

There are grounds for but one course of action, Dr Behenna -

to have her committed.

Going too fast for you, am l?

- No, no. 'Tis just right. - Well, you have only to say.

Your sister's very good to me.

She gives me work at Nampara every week.

l expect she needs you. l never seen Demelza meet with sewing.

- Who learned you? - Mostly myself.

Then l borrowed a book on it from Mrs Odgers.

- You can read? - Yes. Mind, l don't read easy.

- My sister learned me. - Mrs Poldark?

l have only the one. Several brothers.

Sam the preacher's your brother, isn't he?

- A good man. - Are you at the Connection?

No. l just go to church Sundays.

l appreciate the strain that enforced celibacy must have

on a man of your vigour.

Was not marriage ordained by St Paul

for those who do not have the gift of continency?

l do not...

lf a man and a woman do not become of one flesh,

the wedding service makes it plain what may come to pass.

l do not see how committing your wife is going to help.

- You can hardly remarry. - Certainly not.

The marriage bond is indissoluble.

No, l would be forced to engage a housekeeper,

some good woman who would know her place and see to my needs.

You yourself have a housekeeper, Dr Behenna.

lndeed. But l could not be happy so

knowing my wife was confined to a madhouse!

lnsanity is well understood to be a judgment on the wicked.

lt is not that l wish to see her chained in an asylum.

l am thinking of some private retreat.

There is a place at St Neots.

She would be looked after by competent persons,

away from the strain of life in a busy vicarage.

All it requires is a letter from you

to carry sufficient weight with her relatives and the bishop.

- The bishop? - l would need his sympathy.

This is a very delicate matter.

lt could not be my recommendation, you understand.

But from you, as her physician...

This is a very grave step you're contemplating.

We must do nothing hasty.

Remember l am a man with all man's natural needs.

lf my wife denies them...

lf you'll excuse me, l have to attend on Mr Pearce.

- Pearce? - The notary.

He's hoping you might call on him soon. He wrote to you.

There can be naught wrong with him

that abstinence from wine will not cure.

When you're near Callinick Street, perhaps you could call on him.

- Callinick Street? - He lives at the upper end.

l know. l've played whist with him there many times.

lt's just l do not know when l'll be near there.

Meantime, l suggest l call on your wife again...in a month or two.

- A month or two? - This matter needs thinking on.

Do not delay too long. For l fear for what may... may come to pass.

Good day, Mr Whitworth.

Ross?

Ross, Jud said you'd come here.

What on earth are you doing?

George has no right to fence this land!

lt's been a right of way for centuries.

- There's fences everywhere. - Legally, he can, l suppose.

- Legally? What does that mean? - Oh, Ross.

lt's not George you're so bitter about at the moment, is it?

You'd do better knocking down the barricades between us

than George's fences.

When l saw you weeping at his bedside,

l realised what he meant to you.

l felt excluded.

Well, you should not have felt so.

lf Armitage had lived,

l could've won you back in a fair fight.

How can l fight a ghost?

You don't have to fight anyone. It's over.

Because he's dead?

- It's over. - But not forgotten.

ls Elizabeth forgotten?

Ever since l've known you, l've had to compete with an ideal.

l know it's easier for me,

fending off blows is second nature to me.

l had to learn that the moment l was born but you bleed more easy.

The tears l shed at Hugh's death were only partly for him.

All that youth and gentleness buried into the ground.

But l knew how you were suffering.

And all these months you've been away,

it's not for Hugh Armitage l been grieving.

My tears are for us, Ross, for us.

Ah, Mr Whitworth,

you'll regret to see me in this state.

l regret it meself.

Everyone regrets it.

In what way may l assist you, Mr Pearce?

l know this gouty condition has, a little affected my hearing

but curiously, l can always hear you, me boy.

l suppose it's being a cleric - used to preaching and the like.

l cannot stay long, l have other calls to make.

lt seems no time at all since l was your age.

Life's like one of those hobbyhorses you ride on at a fair.

Suddenly, the music stops.

A little fasting and you'll soon be up again, playing whist.

Did you forswear any luxuries for Lent? Tell me that.

Help yourself, my boy.

Noblemen have congratulated me on my choice of canary wine.

Alas, l may not drink it meself before sundown, so Behenna says.

Though what difference it makes in the end, the good God knows.

And talking of the good God,

l'd remind you - l live in your parish.

Job, in the time of his tribulation says,

''lf a man dies, shall he live again.

''All the days of my appointed time, will l wait till my change come.''

l believe a glass of canary would be helpful to me, me boy.

You're a parson. The bishop has laid hands on you.

- You ought to know if anyone does. - Know what?

lf it's true, what you preach.

ls there an afterlife? You see, l would wish to repent,

if l believed there was something to it.

St James says, ''Blessed is the man that endureth temptation,

''for he shall receive the crown of life.''

Alas, l've not altogether endured temptation.

l've yielded here and there.

l don't fancy meeting me maker with a burdened conscience.

But is there really such a being?

Do you believe these tales of hellfire and eternal damnation?

Upon me soul, l don't know what to think.

God is eternal, God is omnipresent.

lf you travel down to the furthermost part of hell, he is there also.

There is no escaping him.

ls it the sins of your youth that trouble you?

Did l sin then? If so, l have forgot.

'Tis the sins of age that trouble me.

What sins can you possibly have on your mind, Mr Pearce?

Gluttony? Sloth? l once detected you cheating at whist.

Ah, if it had only been at whist.

l have, from time to time, indulged in a little speculation.

lt's difficult for a country Iawyer to accumulate wealth

though all his life, he attend on it.

Me speculations went astray. Money was lost instead of made.

So you are less well off. What is there to that?

l have to tell you, me boy,

some of the money l speculated with was...

not my own.

Are you saying Nathaniel Pearce

has been misusing monies entrusted to him?

This is just what l'm saying.

And when he dies, as he seems like to at any moment,

certain persons will be in something of a taking.

Not to mention Pascoes bank.

- Pascoes are involved? - Not directly

but as a party to the trusts in question.

Could there be a risk to Pascoes?

Certainly not. Pascoe may have been vulnerable a few years ago

- but he must have big reserves. - Nobody in banking has, not even us.

The cards were called.

lf Pascoe were under pressure...

- What are you saying, George? - His son-in-law, St John Peter,

is in debt to Warleggans for f12,OOO.

lf we called that in, he'd have to go to Pascoes to pay us.

And if Pascoes were in difficulties

and a run on the bank were started...

Why are you so interested?

l'll get something for your cough.

Some tea or even a glass of wine.

While you're about it, can you not have the fire lit in here?

- The room is as draughty as Penrice. - l'll have it seen to.

l never was troubled with any affection of the bronchia

till the day your Valentine was born.

l caught a chill in that draughty bedroom you gave me.

And l believe that old witch, Agatha Poldark

cast some spell upon me there that will not disperse.

Agatha cast an evil spell on all of us, even Valentine.

At least she will not be here if another child is born to us.

- Is that in the wind? - No.

One child is scarce enough to make sure the inheritance.

l was enough.

Not that there'll be much left

the way you're laying out money at the moment, l hear.

- Do you know what l'm laying it out on? - Derelict properties in St Michael's.

Hoping to get control of a borough?

Last year, because of an agreement between two of our so-called nobility,

l lost my seat in Parliament to Ross Poldark.

With a borough, l get not only a seat but control.

lnfluence and power of a new kind altogether.

The costs do not finish when you buy the properties.

Sir Christopher Hawkins pointed out the pitfalls.

l'm in favour of your attempts to get back into Parliament

but you will lose your way if you let yourself be distracted.

By what?

Elizabeth and l both observed the look in your eye

when you were talking about what could happen to Pascoe.

What do you expect from that?

Ross Poldark has substantial balances in Pascoes.

Aiming at one bird, l might wing another.

You are too big to waste time and money paying off old scores.

Buy your borough, get back into Parliament, look ahead.

But Poldark - does it merit the trouble it'll take to wing him?

Yes, Father, it does.

Ross!

Riding home?

- We can go part of the way together. - How are you, Dwight?

And in spite of her protestations, l hear Caroline dotes on the baby.

- But pretends not to. - Of course.

They're always the same with the first. Every whimper's a crisis.

And woe betide you, Dwight, if things go wrong.

How is it now between you and Demelza?

- If you mean Hugh Armitage... - Armitage is dead, Ross.

What should l do about a young man, dead, as you say,

but who, nevertheless, attempted to make a cuckold of me?

- Maybe succeeded. - Put it out of your mind.

Easily said.

Hold hard to what you've got, that's my advice.

And be grateful, Ross.

l hope Arthur hasn't taken them, by mistake, to the library.

What has become of them?

Thank you.

l was dressing to go out when you knocked.

l'm afraid you took me quite by surprise.

ls there anything l can get you, in the way of refreshment?

No, thank you, l can stay but a few minutes.

There they are. l remember now.

l asked Arthur to purloin some paper from the library to wrap them.

Paper is so very expensive.

Latimer's Discourses and Jeremy Taylor's Sermons.

Did you ever read them?

l have always appreciated anything you gave me, Vicar.

How is your husband?

They've just raised his salary to f16 a year.

And he does copy work at night for Mr Pearce, the notary.

With the income from what you kindly gave us...

Well, we live very frugally

but l'm sure there are many worse off than ourselves.

Certainly.

l remember you nightly in my prayers, Vicar.

- Every night l think of you. - l must take my leave.

- How's Wenna? - Well.

And the baby? Must be quite the little boy now.

l saw Morwenna in the street but she looked the other way.

ls all well between you?

l'm sure my sister is everything a good wife should be.

Will you come again? Perhaps one evening when Arthur is at home.

He's here every night except Thursdays.

Thursdays he visits his parents and is home late.

l'll remember.

Give my fondest affections to my sister, will you?

Caroline, where are you?

The baby asleep in her cot and no sign of her.

She can't be far away.

Even the servants aren't answering.

Dwight, what's the matter? l noticed something on the ride from Truro.

ls all well between you and Caroline?

Caroline has never been happier. The baby is her achievement.

Justification for her patience in nursing me back to health.

Never giving up. Something to show for it at last.

Caroline!

Did you know he wrote poems?

Hugh Armitage.

- Did you? - l knew he was a poet.

That last visit before he died,

Falmouth asked me to accept his nomination for Parliament.

l had it in mind to refuse.

But when we got home, l found a poem written to her by Armitage.

This had something to do with your acceptance?

Victory meant going to London, getting away.

Well, why not?

l felt so useless to her. Irrelevant.

You were mistaken in that, l'm sure.

- This poem? - l don't know what it meant.

Perhaps it was just a poem.

But it spoke of ''happiness revealed by favour of a single day.''

And there were images of the sea

and wind and shore

and of her heel-print in the sand.

Dwight! Oh, thank God you're back.

l went to look for you. You're needed at the mine.

There's been an accident, Ross. One of the lodes flooded.

..not dry after all. Those old workings of Wheal Maiden

must have been full nigh right up to the top.

Once the pick went through, well, by the time l called the others,

what began as a trickle was shooting like a fountain.

Next thing, a great wall of water knocked us all down.

- Who's missing? - 'Tis hard to be sure.

Tom Sparrat got washed away.

And Sid Bunt and, well...

Let's pray Bill Thomas be not taken,

after all we did to get him to the shaft.

He'll come bravely, won't he, Dr Enys?

He looks finished to me.

Turn him over.

Sam! Sam!

What ee be doing, Dr Enys?

He opened his eyes.

He's going to come brave.

Yes.

He'll recover now.

The men are saying Sam got them out.

He went down through the water to the lower level to warn them.

Aye, they'd all be drowned, if it hadn't been for Sam.

- Sam. - Oh.

l didn't think to find you at home.

- Why ain't you working, then? - Why ain't you?

Master's given most of us servants t'day off to celebrate.

Have y'heard the good news?

- News? - A great victory for England.

Master was so excited.

Nile, ain't it? Admiral Nelson destroyed the French ships.

Blowed them all out to sea, he has.

Pray it'll end the war.

Bells be a-ringing, London way. They'll peal at Sawle soon.

What brings you here, Emma?

l done a letter for you, Sam.

Who learned you to write?

l asked my friend Mary to put it down for me.

She say l give her some amul hard words to spell.

But l give her a shilling for doing it.

lt be a good long letter, Sam.

- Nothing more to be done, sir. - Thank you, Zacky.

Still here, Dwight?

ln case you brought anyone else up from below.

We lost two men, that's enough.

Demelza has helped Bill Thomas home. She'll see you at Nampara.

That was a miracle - reviving Thomas.

l'd have sworn he was drowned.

Such knowledge must make you proud.

There's not so much pride from what a doctor can do

as despair from what he can't.

l think of the hundreds of babies born

where the clumsy midwife bites the cord with her teeth - and they thrive.

Yet a child, attended by her own father,

given all the care and attention of a princess...

Sarah?

What's wrong with Sarah? Dwight?

She has a congenital defect of the heart.

Possibly even a pe_oration.

- You only have to listen to her chest. - What does it mean?

She'll never go hunting with her mother. She'll be a weakling.

- Does Caroline know? - Should l tell her?

- If she has an invalid child... - Fathered by an invalid,

- should l tell her that? - Dwight.

l beg you not to mention this to Demelza.

She'd keep your confidence.

She'd give it away in her face.

Are you really sure, Dwight?

There's no doubt.

Well, at least you'll soon have Bill Thomas

to wield a pick for you again.

'You'm such a good man, Sam.

'You don't know the world so well as me.

''Tis reputation that you count among your praying folk.

'lf l wed you in chapel, folk'd point and say,

'''Look ye at that there brazen hussy.

'''Who does she think she be wed to?

'''Our Sam, our preacher.

'''Her, what we've all seen arm in arm with half the fellas.''

'Ned Hartnell do love me truly, Sam.

'Second footman he is now.

'Ten year olderer than me but jolly and kind

'and thoughtful of me.

'Not a wild man, like Sid Rowse,

'nor yet a good man, like you.

'But he have good ways and quiet ways

'and do work honest.

'And l do say l will marry him, Sam.

'l do surely like him

'and he truly love me.

'So l be going to wed him.

'And that's the way it must be#

- What's the damage to the mine? - According to Ross,

it means loss of profit for three months.

Luckily, we've got just enough to cover it at Pascoes bank.

- Caroline. - Ross.

lt's a while since l've seen you.

l've had to quite forego my visiting these days.

- How's Dwight? - Working so hard,

you'd think the devil were at his heels.

l don't know what came over him. He's even seeing Morwenna again.

- She's Dr Behenna's patient. - That's what l said.

Behenna's called on Dwight for a second opinion.

Can you picture them? Conferring in grave, medical discourse.

- What's wrong? - As if Dwight would betray

a medical confidence to me.

Not that he's home enough to talk to me.

- It doesn't seem to worry you. - l do have my consolation now.

That reminds me. Consolation will be demanding to be fed

- unless l gallop home. - How is Sarah?

Lazy, as ever. She hardly moves a muscle in her cot.

When do they begin to talk?

Caroline, don't be impatient, she's only four months old.

She'll be running round, asking questions in no time.

- Bye, Ross. - Goodbye, Caroline.

And then you'll wish she was a baby again.

The Warleggans are having a big party next month.

We won't be invited.

These days, l care not if we are. l must be getting old.

- Bye, Caroline. - Bye-bye, Demelza.

George and Elizabeth are having a party.

- What Dwight said was true. - What?

We have a lot to be thankful for.

That's easy for Dwight.

The incident at the mine. Jeremy ill in bed.

l was going to ask Caroline if he could call

but if he's as busy as she says...

- Jeremy only has a cold. - Feverish with it.

Forget Jeremy. It's us.

- Us? - Me.

The ghost won't be laid.

But you're right - we mustn't spoil what's left.

You called me a stranger. Perhaps.

But l'm a stranger that knows every inch of your skin.

l have no idea whether you and l will ever laugh together again.

There's anger and jealousy still.

But should we not try to begin again?

Be thankful for what we have?

More questions? Another inquisition?

You see? Even her most casual utterances...

- You too, Dr Enys? - If you remember

how well we got on before, Mrs Whitworth,

you'll know there's no reason for anxiety.

Shall we go to another room?

Tell me, how old is your son now? He must be growing up fast.

He's a very forward child.

Why you called that opinionated young man l'll never know.

My examinations of Mrs Whitworth

have convinced me that she is in a very unstable frame of mind.

- So what more is needful? - A great deal more,

if you want me to write that definitive letter to your Bishop.

Seems to me, Sam, most people live their lives

without half the trouble come to we.

This news of Emma makes us two of a kind.

At least l have the comfort of the Holy Spirit.

That gives me faith.

That this wedding'll come to naught?

That holy Jesus will order my life and hers as best to further His will.

But pleasure has me to hear you're going with a young woman.

Mary Ann Tamblyn?

l've seen her thrice and all but once by accident.

'Tis oversaying it to say l'm going with she.

l would like to see you wed to a fitter young woman.

l'll grant you, Mary Ann is a goodly person.

She would do her most for any man she were wed to.

But l could not bring her a full heart.

Love might come.

lf you shared in the worship of Christ, it would come.

l love Morwenna.

To grieve over what can't be undone is foolish.

ln time, even the sorest wounds must heal.

- Morwenna's wed. - And is in hell.

Drake, you cannot know this.

He's been with her for half an hour.

- The longer, the better. - As if there were any doubt.

- l attended Mr Pearce this morning. - Is he...? Has he...?

Has there been any new cause for alarm?

No, you may rest assured that he will live another few weeks yet.

He much appreciates your Thursday visits.

He's only sorry they are so short.

l have to get back to my wife.

lt is the duty of a vicar to minister to the sick, l do not shirk it.

Well, sir?

l have examined Mrs Whitworth as thoroughly as l can.

l have no doubt, Dr Behenna, that she needs special care.

Her mother and sisters will need to give permission.

The care could be provided by her husband.

When she refuses me my conjugal rights,

threatens to kill our son if l enforce them?

Do you need to enforce them?

Dr Behenna, it is not for us to pronounce on the success of a marriage

but if a husband cannot win his wife with kindness and love,

he deserves to do without her.

As to her state of mind, all symptoms of hallucination,

morbid melancholia, folie circulaire

or other indications that she is Iosing her reason, l cannot detect.

ln my opinion there is no doubt whatsoever.

Your wife, Mr Whitworth, is completely sane.

How many will be coming from London?

Several Members of Parliament, useful ones like Monk Adderley,

and of course Unwin Trevaunance, the Hastons and Lord Devoran.

l suppose we must entertain the rest of local society.

We need more servants. The staff aren't up to an occasion of this kind.

Engage whom you will, spare no expense. We need to make a show.

Londoners never move once they're here, they'll stay for days.

Penrice can accommodate them.

lt's not you they look to for their convenience.

l am sure none of the guests will have cause to complain.

lt really means a lot to you, getting back to Parliament.

lt's not so much the seat, it's the power that goes with it.

Forgive me, Ross, but l can make no calls.

l've told Demelza the whole country is sniffing,

but as l was passing l thought l'd call.

You see, Sarah has caught a cold too.

Oh, l'm sorry. Nothing serious?

Dwight?

l believe l told you she would be an invalid all her life.

l told myself the same thing

to help me believe that, were she to be kept from infection,

given all the care and attention that her loving father,

- himself a doctor... - What are you saying?

l knew that come the slightest infection, even a cold...

her heart would not stand the strain.

Well... Well, she's not...?

- It will be a matter of hours. - This can't be so.

l brought Bill Thomas back to life but not my own daughter.

- Surely only a cold... - Will be enough.

Does Caroline know?

l told her this morning. l felt l had to now.

- How's she taking it? - Very well.

lt has come as rather a shock

but you need not worry, Caroline is taking it very well.

Are you offering me a drink, Dwight?

My husband clearly wishes me to become a toper.

Or does he think that drink will soften the tragedy

and turn it into something lighter?

Caroline, you are deceiving no one.

Or are we perhaps proposing a toast to someone?

Do you know, Ross, l quite neglected my poor little dog for Sarah.

What a mistake l made.

How annoyed my uncle would have been that Sarah should have so short a stay.

She may come through it. You can't be sure. She may live yet.

l'm glad Demelza is not with you, Ross.

l am hard and l can fend for myself.

Demelza would not be so controlled.

Demelza would not be so dignified.

She does not understand dignity and all that it means.

l believe that Demelza would cry,

and that, l rather think, would ruin us all.