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

and love aside.

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

She failed to mention the breadth of
humanity.

And the anonymity of the city suited me
well.

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

It seemed that all life was in London.

And here I could be anything I wanted.

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

Oh, she breaks my heart a little.

She seems so awkward in herself.

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

Oh, I wonder.

She's perhaps not the most natural
motherness.

But what else can she do in life?

Be her mother's companion?

I thought Tom brought her out of
herself.

Kind -hearted man that he is.

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

confidence.

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

Found it. Oh, there it is.

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

Oh, it's Bennett.

Mr Heywood.

How are you?

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

Oh, well, uh...

I'm not sure I have the mind to
appreciate it completely. I keep hoping

Coleridge will explain himself or that
Mr Wordsworth will say what he really

means, but they seem to enjoy keeping
their secrets.

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

understand.

I was so sorry to hear about your
father.

Moving to the city without your family.

You not having your mother to confide
in.

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

without any of them.

I'm sorry you're not feeling yourself.

I'm afraid I'm not.

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

Sorry, please excuse me. Oh, Mary!

Tom, how lovely to see you.

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

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

Excuse me. Sorry. Sorry.

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

I have heard nothing from you at all.

How are you managing your duties?

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

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

Lizzie has expressed a wish to see you,
but more urgently, my new puppy has a

nervous air and requires near constant
companionship.

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

would do.

Oh, Mary, you're painting!

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

It's terrible.

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

Did you see the letter from your mother?

Is she well?

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

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

I honestly think she enjoys such
encounters.

It makes her feel more alive.

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

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

you too, Mary.

Oh? Yes. He was most mysterious.

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

through our rational reserve and move
our hearts.

As well as our head. It does.

Whatever that might entail.

I must work on my lesson plans.

Mary, you must join us.

For my sake?

Please consider it.

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

know the purpose of our visit?

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

morning recital unlike any other in a
hidden garden.

Good Lord.

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

that she skilfully deploys to avoid such
events.

Well, remind me to ask her what they
are.

Yes, I am afraid that my petitions for
good weather have been in vain. No

matter. We will not be dissuaded by a
little drizzle.

A little drizzle?

Just down there.

This way?

Yes.

Please forgive the theatrics.

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

real sense of how to feel it.

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

Earth has not anything to show.

More fair.

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

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

Silent.

Fair.

Ships.

Towers.

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

All bright and glittering in the
smokeless air.

Never did sun more beautifully steep in
his first splendour.

Valley, rock or hill.

Nurse or I never felt a calm so deep.

The river glideth at his own sweet will.

Dear God, the very houses seem asleep.

And all that mighty heart is lying
still.

Well done, Tom.

A moving rendition.

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

And what a beautiful place.

Are wisteria never flowers like this?

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

Come, take a turn.

Indeed.

This place is magical.

Miss Bennet, how do you feel?

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

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

but I do not know how.

You have such...

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

feeble or entirely unknowable.

I do not know, Miss Bennet.

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

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

Sorry, Miss Bennet. It was just a petal.

Miss Haywood, I think I must leave
London.

Well, you've only just arrived.

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

I see.

And, well, you will likely be very busy
soon, what with social engagements and

Miss Baxter.

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

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

Oh, indeed it did.

It did, thank you.

I shall never forget it.

I shall travel to Pemberley on the 18th.

Good heavens.

Mary, this is quite unexpected.

Is anything the matter?

My mother needs me.

This must lift a board.

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

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

I think I must.

Well, we so enjoy having you here.

The children will be disappointed.

This is kind of you to say.

It is the truth.

I must plan today's lessons.

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

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

As requested.

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

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

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

You come in.

There was an old woman who lived in a
shoe.

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

She gave them some broth.

Without any bread.

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

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

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

Fine suggestion, Miss Rebecca.

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

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

Yes!

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

I'll do typhoid. Or frogs.

Disgusting.

Miss Marianne?

Not.

The eye, it cannot choose but see.

We cannot bid the air be still.

Our bodies feel where they be.

Against or with our will.

A big green frog sat on a log.

The frog was quite full.

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

lily pad pies.

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

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

Oh, no!

What is this, Miss Rebecca?

I had a prop and I forgot to use it.

Oh. Uh, well, um...

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

Indeed.

Who's next?

I would be sad to leave London.

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

Oh, there you are.

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

The children will be inconsolable about
you leaving.

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

believe. Oh, yes.

It's mori quam fodari.

Death before dishonour. Goodness, how
exciting.

We shall miss you, Mary.

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

You've barely given it a chance.

Things change.

People.

Situations.

Over time.

May I venture something on that subject?

The other day, I went to buy a bonnet.

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

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

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

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

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

even more.

Do you see what I'm saying?

Blue is not your colour?

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

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

exciting will come along.

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

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

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

entertainment tomorrow. A night of
games.

Oh, dear.

What sort of games? No catching.

Word games.

Riddles and such.

And very pleasant company.

Company I know? Or new company?

All new.

And very friendly.

We desperately desire that you remember
London fondly.

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

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

It would be a shame to leave before the
weekend.

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

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

May I? Yes, of course.

Noble defender of the punch.

I surrender my post.

And what brings you here?

The word games or the company?

I like words.

I'm not much for games.

Ah, the company you've come for.

Miss... Bennett. Mary Bennett.

William Ryder.

And where have you come from, Miss
Bennett?

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

I am... new in town.

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

I see the riddles are about to commence.

We are wise.

To begin with full glasses.

And now, the quickfire round.

Two words, one answer.

Counterfeit agony.

Counterfeit agony.

I mean, trick.

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

Champagne.

Champagne.

Champagne! All right, Miss Clark,
another point to you and our new leader.

Fancy delivering a champagne in word,
not in glass.

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

Judy's fellow.

Oh.

My God, I know it.

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

My first word, comedian dread to hear,
my next new

life in a revolving year.

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

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

Well done.

Yes, Miss Bennet.

Cheers to you.

What's next?

A little mandarin.

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

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

busy this evening.

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

I have an important case.

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

exclusively gets important cases. Oh.

Do excuse us, Mrs. Dream.

Excuse me?

Miss Merritt.

Tom, Will.

Mr. Ryder and I studied law together.

Ah. Yes.

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

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

romantic soul. Too sensitive for the
rigours of law.

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

Mary,

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

for the prize?

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

shame. Oh, nonsense, Miss Ryder. You
beat me to the punch.

You see?

Masterful was worse.

Please gather yourselves for the
penultimate round.

Mr. Ryder. What?

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

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

Ready? Sunday!

Yes! Appointment master!

Big shot.

Is it doldrums? Oh.

No, no, no. Forget I said anything.

Mercury. Yes!

Well done.

Is it really?

Well done. Remarkable.

Come on.

Anybody?

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

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

Well done.

The final round. The two players with
the most points go head -to -head to

one final riddle and decide the winner.
The leaders come as no surprise. Miss

Clark.

And Miss Bennet.

You mean I didn't make it?

Well, I must be honest.

Mrs. Gardner, would you do the honors?

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

my whole is the worst.

This competitor, Miss Mary Bennett.

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

Thank you.

I wanted to thank you.

Miss Bennett, you are a liar.

Am I?

You told me you were not much for games.

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

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

you are leaving London.

Miss Bennet, surely not.

You can't deprive the game players of
London your riddling talent.

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

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

me with the convoluted story about the
bonnet.

that quantity has a quality all of its
own.

I never doubted you.

Thank you for coming.

Mary,

how you shone. You even caught the
attention of the most eligible bachelor

town. I've been thinking...

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

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

It's not a burden to us at all.

We're delighted to have you with us.

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

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

Perhaps my aunt was right.

Even the most...

hopeless of situations the most hopeless
of people can with

kindness change little by little over
time

i was excited to discover who mary
bennett might be