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Why does George want to go back to Parliament?

l'd no more sit amongst those windbags

than stay in the closet after my business there was discharged.

lt is you to play, St John.

They produce more hot air at Westminster

than Mr Daniell's smelting works.

My furnaces are designed to produce to tin, not air.//

We need able men in Parliament

///when you consider the state of the country.

Rebellions, mutinies, domestic discontent.

- Not to mention the war. - At least it's going better now.

Russia is turning against the Frenchies too.

No more fear of invasion.

Who knows, we might soon be invading the Continent.

Bonaparte's shot his bolt, l know that.

- Where the devil is he? - Locked up in Egypt.

- On your own, Mrs Whitworth? - He'll stay there

- while Nelson commands the sea... - Have you seen my wife?

- Is she not dancing? - Not now.

There are half a dozen couples there but Caroline is not amongst them.

l have never refused a duel but once, m'dear -

that was when my father called me out.

Your father challenged you?

l'd taken a fancy to a lady who turned out to be his mistress.

- He called for pistols. - l wondered where you were.

l was in the library with Captain Adderley.

He's been telling me of his duelling.

l find it an extravagant reaction to a quarrel.

There's no other way between gentlemen, m'dear.

- At least you didn't fight your father. - Certainly.

ln no way could my father be accounted a gentleman.

l've scarce seen you all evening.

l've been enjoying myself, Dwight. It's a good party.

Tea is about to be taken in the drawing room.

ls that where George is?

No, he's showing Sir Christopher around the house.

Dr Enys. l'm so glad you felt able to come.

ln view of your bereavement l was afraid you'd decline.

lt does my wife good to get out. Or she thinks it does.

Shall we...take tea?

Do you play at whist, Captain Adderley?

l prefer more exciting forms of game, and then only if the stakes are high.

Morwenna, l didn't see you.

How's everything at the vicarage? And John?

- In good health, l understand. - Understand?

Osborne saw fit to engage a nurse for the boy.

A formidable woman, very conscientious.

- She never leaves his side. - What, never?

Elizabeth?

Sir Christopher is asking for you. He's in the drawing room.

- Is it going as you hoped? - It's going pe_ectly.

lf you seek advancement in the Church

with the adroitness you bring to whist, Mr Whitworth,

l'm surprised you're not an archbishop by now.

- Anything stronger than tea? - Have anything you wish.

George, l'd be grateful if you'd introduce me

to Sir Christopher Hawkins.

The living of Manaccan has become vacant and...

- Can we talk later? - Certainly.

But my mother writes that my uncle, Colonel Godolfin,

is very close to the Prime Minister.

So there could be a quid pro quo in this...

One would not have thought a cleric to be such an accomplished card player.

He used play regularly with Nat Pearce.

His visits there nowadays have a more spiritual content.

Shall we take tea, Mrs Whitworth?

Dr Enys, if l am ever in need of your services,

can l count on you to attend me?

lf you can persuade your husband to send for me and not Dr Behenna.

You see, now that Osborne has this nurse for John Conan,

he has nothing to fear from me,

so he has his own way in all things.

l know it would pleasure you if l married Mary Ann, sister.

Don't marry her for my sake.

Maybe she would not have me.

l've only seen and spoken to her a few times.

l know she have a taking for me.

- And you for her? - l like her but 'tis not love,

or not what l recollect of love.

Even if Morwenna had been free to marry you, Drake,

do you think she'd have been happy as a blacksmith's wife?

Yes, l believe she would have.

But, alas, 'tis not to be.

Oh, Drake, l do want you to be happy.

You need a wife to work with, to work for,

otherwise you dry up inside. And love can grow - it did with Ross.

Didn't Ross love you when he married you, then?

Well, l loved him but with Ross Iove grew - grew over the years.

Caroline?

Caroline?

l came out for some air.

Your absence from the supper table was remarked upon.

- And when l found the windows open... - Oh, Dwight, leave them!

Or l swear l'll suffocate.

Do you not think we might go home now? We have been here since noon.

Dwight...l want to go away.

- Go away? - Not permanent.

You'll not get rid of me as easily as that.

But for a while.

Away from Kilwarren and Sawle and all these people tonight.

And our friends trying to be kind.

Where do you want to go?

l thought perhaps London, l'd stay with my aunt.

Just for a month or two.

l know l'm selfish, l always have been,

but l know l'll not mend except on my own.

Forgive me, Dwight.

Ah, the runaway found. Will you not rejoin us?

lf you don't mind, we'd rather send for our cloaks.

Nonsense! It's barely 1 1 , and l hope there'll be dancing after supper.

Excuse me.

Elizabeth?

- What are you doing here? - As an impulse,

to see for myself what sort of party you were giving.

l heard Dwight calling for Caroline.

- l didn't expect to meet you. - You must be mad!

Being a Member of Parliament has made me too conformist,

it's good for my soul for my rebellious nature to break out.

- If you're seen... - George won't risk a scandal

in front of his fine guests.

This is the first time we've talked alone since that day in the churchyard.

We should never talk alone.

That will soon be remedied. l leave for Westminster in a few weeks.

ls, er...Geoffrey Charles here?

No, he's at school.

- He must be growing up. - Quite the young man now.

And Valentine? Is George still suspicious of his parentage?

No, not any more but if he heard you were here... Please go.

ls this gentleman annoying you, Mrs Warleggan?

- Not at all. - Why should you suppose that?

My cousin, Captain Poldark, Captain Monk Adderley.

- Another Member of Parliament. - Your servant, sir.

l confess l took you for a threadbare troubadour

come to sing at my lady's window

and being dismissed without his pourboire.

l sing ill and accept pourboires with even less grace.

A pity. l always accept what women offer on principle.

Your husband sent me in search of you. He misses you.

Shall we go in, Captain? The ladies l'm sure are missing you.

l don't recall having met you at Westminster.

l attend so seldom.

l belong to Lord Croft, by the way. Who owns you?

No one owns me.

These Cornish boroughs are as rotten as a basket of bad eggs.

Damn it, m'dear, you sit in someone's interest.

- Lord Falmouth's. - Then you're one of his eggs.

Come and see me when you get to town.

We'll throw dice together.

You'll have a bite to eat?

- You'd be very welcome. - Is your father here?

- He's at Sally Chillough's kiddly. - Fetch your sisters, Ned.

- Dinner's on the table. - He'll murder him if he sees him.

- Do as l tell you. - Have you come courting?

Ned!

He's at that age. Take no notice.

Mary Ann, l have something to tell you.

Er, Mary. But it may take long to explain.

Roddy and Ruth will be in for their dinner soon.

l ask you to hark to me because l have a taking for ee,

and l wish to explain what's in my mind.

Father's bad when he's been at the kiddly.

Then go and fetch him.

Tell him we have company for dinner - Mr Drake Carne.

And he's to come home at once.

- He'll murder him. - Tell him. Run along.

lt'll take him a few minutes to get there,

and even more to get him out.

Do you know Mrs Whitworth,

a wife to the vicar at St Margaret's in Truro?

l know of her.

A dean's daughter, educated,

read and write better than l ever shall.

But... Well, you see...

l loved her, Mary Ann.

Thank you, Miss Caine. You may retire now.

lf the boy should wake and find himself locked in his room...

Then l would go to him.

The boy never wakes, he feels safe with Miss Caine.

Maybe she were never for me but love her l did

and l want you to know that...that, erm...

You love her still.

- Yes. - l know, Drake.

But she be wed, three year now.

l've not spoken to her and only seen her but once.

Where are those children?

Their dinner will be cold.

Mary Ann, folk do tell me, and l come to believe, that l need a wife.

l've a home and a good trade, none better,

and l've a taking for ee.

l don't feel, maybe never shall feel, what l feel for Morwenna

but l'd like you for a wife if you'd have me.

Just so long as you understand.

Now, l'll not stay for your father or your dinner,

just ask that in due time you'll give me your answer.

Drake.

You're a brave and honest man

and l respect you for what you've told me.

lf ee do not think 'tis too forward of me,

l'll give ee the answer now.

l'll marry you.

And try to make you happy again.

And, with God's help,

in due time, l hope that...

Maybe l'd best stay and meet your father.

Yes, Drake. l suspect that'd be for the best.

So that's how the land lies, eh?

Courtin' my daughter behind my back!

Waiting till l'm out and creeping in after me.

You're not often in the house, Father.

Oh, come afore, has he? Take advantage, do you?

No mother, you see, to keep an eye on her while l'm at work.

- Or drinking in the kiddly. - Don't you put airs on with me!

Father and mother l have to be to the lot of ya!

We thought to get wed at Allhallows time.

Mm-hm. Mmm.

When's that?

- Four weeks tomorrow. - Four week? Many want her, y'know.

- Father... - She's fiddly with her hands, sew, cook.

- Read and write too! - l know.

Yeah. And aren't she pretty?

She can do better than a smith.

Please, Father.

Four week tomorrow? Why the hurry?

- Perhaps we'd better make it later. - As long as there's no need for haste.

You know what l mean!

- 'Tis how 'tis with some. - We'll wait till Easter.

There's no call going into a tantrum.

- It's no way to talk to me! - Do you give your consent?

As long as there's no need for haste...

and you take good care of her, as l have done.

Oh, Prudie! That's the best news.

- But are you sure? - Lucas Tamblyn is.

Makes out she's throwing herself away.

- How dare he? - ''Plenty of lads after her,'' says he.

- Such as who? - ''And she throws herself away

''on a foreigner from Illogan.

''Well connected, mind - brother-in-law to Captain Poldark.

''And he might make something out of that bally shop one day.''

Ooh, Lucas Tamblyn, he makes my blood boil.

Oh, well, don't ee take no notice of him.

He wouldn't want a drink from everyone he meets to tell

if at heart he weren't as skittish as a colt about it.

Oh, Ross, such good news!

Drake and Mary Ann are engaged to be married.

- Allhallows, 'tis to be. - As soon as that?

- A month! - l'm sorry l won't be here.

Oh, children. So untidy.

lt's a pity you have to go back to London so soon.

l've just seen Dwight - Caroline left for London this morning.

- Caroline? - It seems she, er,

took Sarah's death harder than she showed, or tried to show.

She's gone to stay with her aunt to try and get over it.

That quite takes away my happiness from Drake.

- How will Dwight manage? - It's not a surprise to me,

l overheard their conversation at the Warleggans' party.

You weren't at that party.

- No. - Ross.

But l did go there, to see what company George was entertaining.

- Did you meet Elizabeth? - Not on purpose.

- But she came out onto the terrace. - And?

She was not over-pleased to see me.

l can only suppose that her marriage is peaceable.

- For her sake, l hope so. - And for yours.

You should know my relations with Elizabeth by now.

Have to go back to London in two weeks.

What concerns me is that we were not unobserved.

- You mean George...? - No, a friend of his, another MP.

A man called Adderley. Something about him made me shiver.

l'm glad you felt able to stay so long.

All my other guests fled the next morning.

Captain Adderley's saying goodbye.

l hope not goodbye. George is in town after Christmas, l hope you'll come too.

- We shall have to see. - l insist. l want to see much more of you.

The post chaise is at the door.

You're not going by coach from Truro?

There are limits to human endurance, m'dear,

and a public coach is one of them.

Show me the way, John. George?

l've come from the bank and l...

- Captain Adderley. - Have we had the honour, sir?

- Nicholas Warleggan, sir. - My father.

We met at George's party last week.

Forgive me. l have such a poor memory for faces.

Well, l must take my leave.

l'll see what l can do for you in town, George.

Au revoir, madame.

By the by, Mrs Warleggan,

shall l give your regards to your cousin?

l may run into him in the House.

l doubt whether my wife has any message for Captain Poldark.

Because he stole your seat?

You do take politics serious, m'dear.

The rift between Poldark and myself goes deeper than politics.

Forgive me, l did not mean to open an old wound...

My wife and Captain Poldark have not met for years.

May l show you to your carriage, Captain?

l thought you hardly knew the fellow, Monk.

Oh, we have had the occasional... encounter, don't you know?

ls he going all the way to London by private carriage?

A hired post chaise.

His father's a merchant from Bristol, l've discovered.

You've been digging it out.

He's suspected to be deeply in debt, living off his wits,

and what he takes for manners,

- l'm amazed he can afford a post chaise. - He can't, l can.

- Oh? - He can be useful to me, Father.

Now, what was it that brought you from the bank?

St John Peter has been to see us.

''A trifle pressed for money,'' he said.

lt seems the cost of maintaining a hunting pack is quite ruinous

so could we oblige him with another loan.

He already owes us f12,OOO.

Against his marriage settlement, still untouched at Pascoe's.

- So what did you say? - That l must talk to you about it.

l know you have certain moves afoot against Pascoe's bank.

Moves we cannot make until that fool Pearce expires.

For a man who's been expected to meet his maker for six weeks

he's showing a remarkable tenacity.

l met his sister last night. She says he's sunk into a coma

and there's nothing Behenna can do except send for the parson.

l see Pearce every Thursday.

lf l've not saved his soul by now l never shall.

To administer the last sacrament to a comatose man smacks of popery.

Dr Behenna thought you might wish to be with him at the end.

Am l expected to help with the laying out?

l shall see him on Thursday, as is my custom.

- And if he's dead by then? - l shall have no need to go.

Does this mean you will be at home every Thursday evening?

Will you be sorry if l am?

Morwenna, my mother would like to come and stay.

- Lady Whitworth? - l shall have her care for John Conan.

Will she keep the key to his bedroom?

l had no choice but to deny you access to him.

You did have a choice.

Not one that is acceptable to a married man.

But now that you are compliant, and look much the better for it,

l would entrust the boy with you again

if l had an undertaking he would come to no harm.

l am quite indifferent to John Conan, Osborne.

- But he is your son. - Yours.

l am only sorry that with Mr Pearce dying,

l shall not have Thursday evenings to look forward to.

ls there no other member of your flock

who would appreciate your comfort and guidance?

There be no more copy work from Mr Pearce. Dying, he is.

Someone will take on his practice.

His clerk thinks not.

l'm afeard we'll have to look elsewhere.

lt didn't come to much.

Yeah, it's a wonder you manage at all on what l give you.

Do you have a secret nest egg?

- Nest egg? - That new rug in the bedroom.

To keep out the draught from those floorboards.

l'm not complaining, Rowella.

The whole house is rotting. The rain comes in onto the bed.

- The roof needs mending. - l can't afford that.

Of course not. l'll get some old sacks, coat them with tar.

We live like pigs.

They be new slippers too, l think.

Am l not even permitted to dress?

Just because l scrimp and save to afford a few comforts?

My love!

l'm that glad you do.

lt shows me what a clever wife l have as well.

As well?

As well as being beautiful.

Goodbye. l must go now or l'll be late for the library.

You don't want that old stool, Mary Ann.

- Drake's got plenty. - Mary Ann has a fancy for it.

- More'n ever now. - Is these tankards to go in?

Yes, they were my grandmother's. And these spoons are mine too.

Oh. Who's to keep house now you're to be wed?

- Will your sister Ruth manage? - She's 14 now. l think she can.

And l'll not be far away.

Do you think Father can bring this over after the wedding?

He'll be fuddled with the ale that day.

l'll bring it over myself, or maybe Sam.

Sam's really pleased that l'm to be wed to a churchgoing woman.

He'll want you at the Connection.

Aided by a woman who's half-saved, he says.

- Half-saved? - He didn't notice

he'd said aught funny at first!

Drake, you're laughing.

Osborne is out. He always goes visiting on Thursday nights.

lt was you l came to see, Morwenna.

l was concerned for you at our party last month.

You need not have been.

That person who showed me in just now,

was that the nurse you spoke of for John Conan?

Why not have another of your sisters here?

lt was so nice with Rowella.

l would not have a sister of mine here again.

Do you ever see Rowella? l know she married beneath her...

l never see Rowella and we never speak of her here.

Morwenna, l realise that George and l

made a mistake in marrying you to Osborne.

Do not concern yourself for me, Elizabeth.

l have learned to accept.

Would you like some tea?

l dare say we can have some if we ask.

No, no, l mustn't stay, l'm late for George as it is.

Then l'll ring for you to be shown to your carriage.

Morwenna.

l was so sorry not to see Geoffrey Charles.

- He is away at school? - Yes.

And grown so, you'd hardly recognise him.

l would recognise him. Be sure l would recognise him.

Morwenna, are you so very unhappy?

Have you heard that Drake Carne is to be married?

No.

Mr Odgers told me this afternoon.

The wedding is a week on Sunday.

Who is he marrying?

No one l know. One of the cottagers in Sawle, l believe.

She sounds as if she's someone of his station in life.

Yes.

l hope she loves him.

More than anything, l would like Drake to be happy.

And if he loves her, as he surely must...

Mrs Warleggan is leaving now, l think.

Perhaps another day we could talk longer, Morwenna.

l will tell Osborne you called.

He will be sorry to have missed you.

l left my horse outside Mr Pearce's house and came the back way.

But, as Pearce will almost certainly be removed

to St Margaret's churchyard within the next few days,

you will see the difficulty l shall be placed in.

You must also know that l am seeking the living of Manaccan

and cannot afford to have that imperilled by scandal.

Then there is my wife. As long as she denied me her bed

l was not to be blamed for seeking my rights elsewhere.

But now that she complies - no more than that -

on three nights of the week,

my visits to you, Rowella, put me in a state of sin

and l will not be led astray further.

Understand that tonight, my child, is our last meeting.

Let us go up or your husband will be home before we've even done talking.

The roof leaks so dreadfully it drips on the bed.

lt hardly matters just for one night.

lt matters to Arthur and me.

lt will cost all of ten pounds to have the roof repaired

and without even copy work to be done for Mr Pearce,

l really don't know where to turn.

You have been so kind in your little gifts that if they are not to continue...

- Come upstairs, Rowella. - l couldn't tonight.

You have so upset me.

There will be no other times.

Not even one more?

Next week l may be more myself.

No. l have decided.

lf you could see your way to helping us with the roof...

l don't like to ask for money, l never have.

l only have a sovereign on my person.

But if that will help.

Oh, thank you.

And you'll bring the rest next week?

l shall not be here next week.

l'd let you indulge in your favourite little fancy.

- Tonight. - It's out of the question.

- Rowella. - l'm just not in the mood.

You should be publicly whipped through the streets.

By you, Vicar?

l really can't tonight, after what you told me.

But next week,

one last time.

Everything, l promise. If you bring the money.

Mere thousand pounds?

lf you cannot advance it, pray let me not detain you.

l did not come here to stand cap in hand

while a pair of bankers judged if l was worthy of their credit.

The bank itself is in some difficulty, St John.

Then l shall take my custom elsewhere, to Basset or even Pascoe.

The truth is, we do not have the money to lend, St John.

The reason we asked you here was in the hope that you could help us.

l, sir, am not a moneylender.

No, it's rather the other way round.

- We've already made loans of f12,OOO. - Against my marriage settlement,

secured at Pascoe's.

Loans which fall due for repayment or renewal on Tuesday of next week.

l am prepared to accept the new loan on the same terms!

lt's not so much a question of extending a new loan

as of calling in the others.

What did you say, sir?

We hope it's only temporary

but the abandonment of the Portreath railway

and the failure of ventures we've financed

have forced us to shorten credit.

As yours is the largest unsecured loan...

Unsecured? You have my word as a gentleman.

The capital l hold at Pascoe's bank...

- In terms of strict business. - What do l know of business?!

God's blood! l shall not be able to maintain my pack!

You have other assets to draw on, l am sure.

The capital you've been referring to at Pascoe's.

You expect me to break into my marriage settlement to pay you?!

By Judas, l never thought to be so soiled by the demands of usurers!

Very well, you shall have your money, every penny next Tuesday.

Good day to you.

Poor St John!

l wonder what he'll do if he does have to give up his pack.

He'd rather sell his wife. No, he'll call on his father-in-law.

- And now that Pearce is dead... - Is he?

This morning. The funeral has been arranged for Friday.

When Pascoe has to meet St John's debts to us

he'll be answerable for Pearce's embezzlements.

lt need not be enough to start a run on the bank.

lt will be, if l take certain other measures.

What is to be gained, George? What will it do?

Make Warleggans the only bank in Truro apart from Bassets.

l suppose people that don't like you, such as Poldark,

will bank at Bassets instead.

By that time Poldark will have little to bank anywhere.

lt's more convenient, Ralph, to bank everything at Pascoe's.

Convenient, perhaps, but it may not be wise.

l have heard certain rumours.

So have l. Pascoe can keep his head above water.

Besides, he's a friend. l would not withdraw one penny from him.

Now, how about my share in your furnaces?

lt'll be years before you see much return on your investment.

- Mr Daniell. Good morning. - Ah, Mrs Poldark.

l called since l heard your husband was returning to London.

Today. His trunk is already packed.

ln that case, l shall be in the way. Goodbye, Mrs Poldark.

Goodbye, Ross. l hope your confidence is justified.

You take care of my share in your furnaces.

Prudie! Show Mr Daniell to his horse.

Goodbye, Ralph.

He's worried about Pascoe's bank. There's no need to be.

l got this letter from Caroline.

From London?

She wants me to join her there.

- Why don't you? - What, come with you today?

No, once you've made arrangements for the children.

What does she say?

She says that she's always thought of me as a touchstone.

What does that mean?

Something by which everything else can be measured.

''l sometimes think l need such a one as you

''to serve as a touchstone so that nothing is exaggerated.

- ''You'll be so good for me.'' - Well, why don't you go?

- Would you like me to go? - Dwight will be pleased.

- Dwight? - And Caroline too from what you say.

You'll be company for her.

l'll go and get the children to say goodbye to you.

Don't want to miss the coach.

You'd better come down.

You don't want to be late for your parents.

- l got a surprise for you. - Surprise?

l thought l'd stay home tonight.

There. That should keep the rain out for a bit.

- Your parents will miss you. - They'll not be there.

Mrs Ader, where my mother was in service,

has got some sewing to be done,

and my father is restoring a cabinet. They left word this afternoon.

- Who will mind the children? - Tabby's old enough for that.

But Tabby has fits. If she had one and your parents weren't there...

So you want me to go?

Of course not.

l miss you dreadfully on Thursday nights.

We'll sit together and enjoy the cakes and sweetmeats l made for your sisters.

- Do you like sweetmeats? - Not as much as the children do.

They'll understand you want to stay at home.

Mother will have said l'm not coming.

And it's most unlikely that Tabby will have a fit.

Yes.

So get that tar off your hands and we'll have a nice evening.

The children do look forward to my coming.

l expect they just look forward to what l send them.

They don't get sweetmeats no other time.

Shall l take them and explain? l'm sure they'll understand.

You have such a feeling for other people, Rowella.

l think that's partly why l love you so much.

Do you think l should go after all?

That's wholly for you to say, Arthur.

l'll be lonely of course but...

l do love you so dearly, Rowella.

And l love you.

Everything l do is for you, Arthur.

Everything.

lt's good quality, Mary Ann, and Mr Mole unrolled it in the shop

so l could see if there were no flaws.

Knowing how good you are with a needle you could make anything.

- Lucas gave us a bolt of silk. - Where did Lucas get silk?

Off that wreck. Treasure trove, he calls it.

Not what the excise men call it!

l could change this for something else.

- No, Mrs Poldark! - Mary Ann, stop calling me Mrs Poldark,

we're to be sisters-in-law.

Please don't take this back. l could make such pretty curtains.

Curtains?

He's got nothing on his windows.

- No one's gonna look in. - We shall have curtains, Drake.

l'm right, aren't l, Mrs...

Demelza.

- Get down! - Who the devil are you?!

No!

Who's there?

Arthur? You're home early!

Arthur!

Whatever happened?

His horse bolted, he fell and was dragged along the ground.

They found him this morning.

How is he?

George?

He's dead.

Mr Whitworth?

Last night, Jud says. Dragged more than half a mile.

But he's a good rider. Did he fall?

Folks think he might have been set on - they find a cudgel.

- Where did Jud hear this? - Over at Sawle.

Bad news travels fast.

Everyone must know be now.

Everyone?

Morwenna, l know it's a dreadful shock to you

but you must pull yourself together.

There are certain arrangements to be made.

George has sent word to Lady Whitworth

but there are other people to be informed.

- Where's the child? - With Miss Caine, l think. l'll enquire.

Morwenna, you owe it to yourself not to give way like this.

You must bear yourself with fortitude.

Do answer me, Morwenna.

- Is Mary Ann at home? - Father's not.

Come in, Drake.

He said not till you're wed. That's not till tomorrow.

Leave us, Ned, go on.

Father'll be worse than ever when Mary Ann's gone.

You've heard about Mr Whitworth?

Yes.

l heard it from a tinker who brought a horse to be shod.

He thought the tinkers would be blamed.

'Twas accident, wasn't it?

Maybe. Anyway, he's dead.

l went down to the shore when l heard.

Tried to pray a little.

The Lord is my shepherd.

He leads me through the waters of comfort.

The tide was coming in all angry and flurried.

l knew how it felt.

Mary Ann...

Mary Ann...

You'd better go to her, Drake.

She'll be needing you!

Morwenna? Morwenna!

Elizabeth, we must go home.

We can't leave her like this.

Sir Christopher Hawkins is expected.

Can we not get her sister to look after her? What's her name?

Rowella.

Would you like Rowella to come?

We could prevail upon her to spend the night with you.

Your sister!

Yes, George, let's fetch Mrs Solway.

No!

But you must have somebody with you!

No! l want no one. l want to be alone. Please, leave me alone!

Where be he gone to?

Where do l find him?

The banns published these four week!

All Sawle knowing he was to wed you!

- He is not to be blamed! - Not blamed?

He told me he loved her before ever he asked me to wed him!

And you still said you'd have him, even after that?!

Hasn't a daughter of mine got any pride?

No self-respect?

l swear,

l'll scat every bone in his body!

Morwenna.

Carne!

Drake Carne! Where are ee?!

Carne!

l want a word with ee!

Carne!

Where are ee skulking?!

l was clearing out the forge when l heard.

l was sorry, not much for him but for you and for Mary Ann.

l went down to the shore.

The sea looked angry - as l was.

l felt this pounding in my heart and knew l must tell Mary Ann.

And she guessed why l'd come.

She understood.

Nothing will part us this time, Morwenna.

l'll go now, l can see you're upset.

But l'll come back.

And in due time, when the funeral's over,

we'll tell them we mean to be wed.

l've my own place, the forge does well.

No one owns me but myself.

l'll come back, not for a day or two,

there'll be such comings and goings, but later.

- Do you understand me? - Don't touch me!

- l know how you feel. - No, you don't!

Nobody does. No one understands!

- l'm not for you or anyone. Keep away! - Morwenna!

lt's over, Drake. It ended years ago.

lt can never begin again.

l am sick and contaminated.

l never want to see you again.

Have this person shown out.