All language subtitles for North.and.South.S01E03.Episode.3.1080p.ALL4.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-FFG_track3_[eng]

I am learning Milton ways,
Mr Thornton.

Go down this instant
and face them like a man.

Is there someone else?

Someone else you prefer?
No. I do like you Henry,

but I'm not ready to marry anyone.

What do you think Miss Hale?

Surely you don't
condone the strikers?

Oh, no... and yes.

It is surely good to try and
see both sides of a question.

I have a brother.

Why didn't you ever say so?
Because we don't talk about him.

Go inside! They would not hurt a
woman. Go in, or I will take you in!

THUD
Aagh!

I don't wish to possess you,
I love you. You shouldn't
because I do not like you.

I can't remain silent. I must
ask her. Don't be afraid, John.

Of course. You must have
to disappoint so many men.

Please understand, Mr Thornton.
I do understand.

I understand you completely.

What would I be doing with
something so grand as that?

Please, Bessy.
I wore these when I was a child.

Not fit for darning!

All right then,
I'll keep just this one.

Only to look at, mind.
Where's Nicholas?

Oh, he's been brought so low
by the way strike's gone.

He were a committee man, you know.

Thought they stood a good chance
this time. Is everyone back at work?

They lost their spirit after the
violence at Marlborough Mills.

What were they thinking of?!
Throwing stones at a woman!

I'm sure it wasn't so very bad -
whatever was done...

It was enough!

Father's that angry with the
men that broke the strike, he...

I wish I knew where he was.

I've never seen him
like this, Margaret.

I'm worried about what he might do.

At least we've got the
machines going again.

The Irish? They're settled.

I sent for the Catholic priest.
He seemed to calm them down.

I'll have to send them home.

I've got workers
clamouring to come back.

Serve them right if we
kept the Irish workers.

By the way, I was right, Mother.

Miss Hale will not have me.

No-one loves me.

No-one cares for me but you.

A mother's love
holds fast and forever.

A girl's love is
like a puff of smoke.

It changes with every wind. I knew
I was not good enough for her.

Yet I think I love
her more than ever. I hate her.

I tried not to - when I thought
she would make you happy.

I'd give my life's blood for that.

Who is she,
that she dares to reject you? No.

It's no good. Your sorrow is mine.

If you won't hate her, I must. She
does not care for me, that's enough.

The only thing you can do for
me is never say her name again.

We will never talk of her again.

With all my heart.

I only wish that she and all
her family

could be swept back to the place
they came from.

How kind of Mr Thornton!

Most splendid fruit I've ever seen.

Best in the county,
I shouldn't wonder. And a card,

written in his own hand.

He has always been most civil and
thoughtful,

but I wouldn't have thought he'd
have the time.

So much trouble with the rioting.
SHE COUGHS

It shows his high
regard for you, my dear.

Margaret, you must visit Marlborough
Mills and ask after Mrs Thornton

and thank Mr Thornton for
this most gracious gift.

I'm sure a note will do as well,
Mama.

I saw Thornton in the street today.

He didn't seem quite so in
control as usual. Really?

He seemed very
distracted this morning.

I thought he might have been
visiting, he was just nearby.

Margaret?

Excuse me.

Has it ever occurred to you

there might be something between
Thornton and your daughter?

Good lord, no. Certainly not.

I suppose it's possible on his side.

But for Margaret... She's
never liked him, poor fellow.

Oh, I pray he doesn't
get his hopes up.

Hide you?! You've got a nerve!
You wouldn't give us up!

Wouldn't I!?

You've ruined the strike!
There's no use in fighting.

Violence at Thornton's!
Half-killing a woman! My God!

Thornton hid behind her. No going
against the law. That was the rule.

We were in the right. We could've
taken everyone with us. But you...

You had to act like the senseless
crazed animals they think we are.

You want me to hide
you from the police?!

They'll think I'm a ringleader.

I'm a committee man,
a union man, people trust me.

Trust my word! You said two weeks!
When were it going to end, eh?

Your wife and
children ain't starving.

And neither would yours! I gave
you my word. And I keep my word.

God, you disgust me.
You're pathetic.

You could've been born with a
king's fortune and still failed
them.

You're only in this world to
bring us all down.

Family, friends, union...

I'm telling the police where you
are.

I'm telling them were you are!
I'll give you up, John Boucher!

No! stop!
THUD

SHE SOBS

Thornton! Thornton!

Congratulations... on handling the
strike. Everything back to normal?

Business is complicated -
it'll take a while.

Ah, you know the Latimers,
of course? Of course.

Ah, Margaret! Over here!

Well, what luck. Two of the
prettiest girls in Milton.

You remember the Latimers, Margaret?

My banker, a very important man.

And this is Anne, recently arrived
home from Switzerland I believe,
and very much finished.

Well, where are you off to, my dear?

Nowhere. That's all right, all
young women must have their secrets.

Isn't that one of the joys of life?
I wouldn't know. Good day.

What's the point of spending
a fortune on education

if you have to spend another
on a wedding once they're back?

Good day, Miss Hale, Bell...

I'm sorry, my dear. Mr Bell...

I'm grateful for the friendship
you give my father.

He has felt alone in Milton, but...

But you wish I would mind my own
business and stop being
so facetious.

You're absolutely right, my dear,
it will stop immediately.

But I DO take an interest.

I would like to think,
if you were to need help,

I would be the first you'd call
upon.

You have my word, Mr Bell.

You'll be the first.

Father, you're back early.

Yes, one of my pupils
cancelled our appointment.

I came back looking
forward to Mr Thornton's lesson,

only to discover that he also
fears he might find himself

too busy to read this evening.

It has been a busy few days.

No doubt Mr Thornton
will resume his lessons.

No doubt, no doubt.

Maybe I'll write him a little
note of encouragement,
hoping he can come later.

Margaret?

Are you expecting a letter? No...

Yes.

Father I've got something to tell
you. I've written to Frederick.

I know that I shouldn't have.

Because of your mother?

And you think he needs
to come quickly?

Please say I did the right thing.

Is the danger to Frederick so great?
Oh, yes, my dear.

I'm afraid it is. The government
must take harsh measures against

those who oppose its authority,
especially at sea,

where the Captain must expect
extra support, so far from home.

There is still a large
reward out on Frederick.

Maybe we could get the letter back?
When did you post it?

Several days ago.

But surely, everything
happened so long ago?

The Navy spares no expense. It sends
out ships to hunt the guilty men.

It's as fresh and vivid a crime
as if it happened yesterday.

And nothing but blood... will wipe it
clean.

But Fred's innocent!
Surely there is justice.

We must trust that... No.
If only I hadn't written.

Supposing I have only...

...encouraged Frederick to come
back to a court martial.

That would kill Mother for sure! No,
my dear. You acted from the heart.

You were brave for
your mother's sake.

I'm glad you didn't tell me -
for I might have stopped you.

"Dear Edith - I hardly
know how to begin.

"There are things I so want
to talk to you about.

"I can't find the words."

I came for a chat with Be...

Oh, Miss.

Were you with her?

I'm sure it was peaceful.

Look at her face, Nicholas.

There's no more pain.

She's not supposed to go before me.

Doesn't make sense.
It's not the natural way of things.

Are you sure she's dead? She's not
in a faint? It's happened before.

No, Nicholas. She's dead.

Ah!

HE SOBS

...take us to get back on our feet.

DOG BARKS

My poor Bess.

She lived the life of a dog.

Hard work and illness. She
never had one moment of rejoicing.

She may not have had an easy life.

but she will find
comfort in the next.

I'm not saying I don't believe
in your God,

but I can't believe he meant the
world to be as it is,

with masters ruling over us,

the rest of us left to live
a half life in the shadows.

He gave us the world,

and our wits to discover
the grace and beauty in others.

So he gave some more to some than
others, and that was his will?

It is our duty to make
peace with others.

It is a pity that
you seem to think in terms of...

...war and strife.

I know there's suffering and
I know there are cruel

and greedy masters but surely,

it would be better for
people of good will on both sides

to sit down and share ideas
of how to do God's will,

to live together in peace and
harmony - wouldn't a man like,

like Thornton, be open to ideas?

Thornton! He's the one
that brought in the Irish,

and the riot that broke the strike.

Thornton hasn't even got
any deceit about him!

When we needed him to hunt down men
like Boucher who betrayed us,

he says HE's the injured party,
he won't press charges!

They'll not get employment,
that's punishment enough he says.

I thought he'd have more guts.
Mr Thornton was right.

I know you're angry with Boucher.

But anything more
would look like revenge.

HE SIGHS HEAVILY

My poor Bess.

She said the strike
would be the end of her.

And it's all because of
weak men like Boucher.

Not everyone is as strong as you,
Nicholas, to last out the strike.

People of the same trade must
stick together. If they don't,

men have ways and means.
Ways and means?

They cast a man out, like he doesn't
exist. No-one will look at him.

You talk of the tyranny
of the masters, Nicholas!

Don't worry, Mr Hale.

I haven't forgotten who's
lying dead at home, and how
much she loved your girl.

I'll just say this - being in the
union, it is like being in a war,

and with a war comes some crime.

But it would be a greater crime
to do nothing.

INDISTINCT

Doesn't the Mistress look
well today, Miss Margaret?

She's done a good two inches of
needlework. And she's read her post.

More letters from your Aunt Shaw,

inviting us to the Great Exhibition.

Oh, I do so wish I could go.

Don't worry.
I know that I shouldn't.

But you could go, Margaret.
It sounds so exciting,

with bears and elephants and...

...exotic people and inventions from
all over the Empire.

I can't go to London.

Not when you're... Not until
I know you're feeling better.

Yes, but if you went,

you could tell me all about it
and maybe bring me something back,

and that would give me
something to look forward to.

I'll think about it.

You've written to Frederick,
haven't you?

Now I think about it,
I'm afraid of him coming.

In case he should be taken.

After all of these years
that he's kept away

and lived safely.

There is a risk,
but we will be careful.

If we were still at Helstone,
people would know who he was.

People would remember.

Here, nobody cares for us
to notice what we do.

I suppose there's some virtue in
being uprooted and friendless.

I'm glad that Miss Margaret wrote.

I was thinking of doing so myself.

Dixon will keep the door
like a dragon.

They'll have to be
clever to get passed me!

I suppose it's right
that we've invited people from

all over the Empire, even if some
of the exhibits are a little exotic.

It's wonderful... as though all
the world is here for us to see.

I was impressed by the machinery.
I never realised... the power...

...and the money to be made from
cotton.

Maybe we should go into cotton...

I should think it takes a deal
more energy than you have, Maxwell.

No, we don't need heavy machinery
to make money in London,

nor do we need to suffer the
northern climate, do we Miss Hale?

I ask the expert amongst us.

It's true, the air is not
so clean in Milton.

Margaret has always had
a mind of her own, Henry.

You're all here to see this fine
machinery.

Technologically we're
the envy of the world.

If only there was a mechanism to
enable us all to live together

with the great benefits
that come from industry.

But that will be for
future generations.

We can bring back
marmosets from Mozambique.

But we cannot stop man from
behaving as he always has.

Can we not bring about an end
to strikes? Not in my lifetime.

But with time and patience
we might try to bleed them
of their bitterness.

Miss Hale here knows the depths
we men in Milton have fallen to,

how we masters only strive to
grind our workers into the ground.

I certainly do not think that...

...as Mr Thornton could tell you,
if he would know me at all.

I have presumed to know you
once before and been mistaken.

Miss Hale! How delightful. You have
managed to come to London at last!

Mother allowed it only
because John was coming.

And Miss Latimer of course, who she
approves of and seems to think
is far more sensible than me.

Henry, do you know Mr Thornton?

Mr Thornton.
All the way from Milton.

My brother
is interested in dabbling in cotton.

I'm not sure I'm the one to speak
to.

I'm not sure I'd know how to dabble.

I must go. You may enjoy the
machinery like an exhibit in a zoo -
I have to live with it.

I must get back to Milton today.
Give our regards to the Hales.

You must tell them how the London
break is suiting Miss Hale,

don't you think, Thornton?

Doesn't Miss Hale look well?

Good day.
Tell Mother I'll be home soon.

With so much to tell her.

John is such a stick-in-the-mud!

Who was that? Is it anyone we
should know? Poor Thornton!

I tempted him down here
to try to raise finance
for Marlborough Mills,

and he's had to face
all kinds of enquiries -

starry-eyed Londoners who think they
only have to snap their fingers
to make a fortune in cotton.

Can a manufacturer appreciate
a show like this? You're wrong.

I've heard him talk often with my
father.

He is very interested in the world.
Really.

I know him to be.

I'm sorry for keeping you waiting,
Mrs Thornton.

Would you please come up?

My daughter Margaret...

I will be dead soon...

I want you to look after her...

My own sister...

She travels often.

Margaret has no woman's guidance.

I'm sure your daughter
makes her own choices.

I cannot make her change her mind.

She has already made her decisions.

I'm surprised she is not here.
You are not well. I made her go...

I was feeling
a great deal better, but...

I wish you to be a friend

to Margaret.

I'm afraid it is not in my
nature to show affection...

...even when I feel it.

But I promise that if Miss Hale
should ask me for help,

...or if I should ever hear of her
doing something I see as wrong...

But Margaret never does
anything wrong!

I will counsel her as I would
my own daughter. I promise.

I pray to God to bless you
for your promise...

...to be kind... to my child.

I should never have gone, Dixon.

She wanted you to go,
she was happy for you.

This last turn happened
very suddenly.

BELL RINGS

Who would come visiting at
this hour?

I'll get the master.
No, I'll go. Don't disturb him.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Is Mr Hale in?

Frederick?

Fred! Frederick!

Mother? She's still alive.

She is as ill as she could be.
But she lives. Oh, thank God!

Father.
You did expect me, didn't you?

Yes, but we have had no letter.
I travelled before it.

But she knew I'd come? Of course!

I didn't dare
think it would be so soon.

Margaret, did I hear the door?

Oh, my boy!

You've come home.

Miss Hale. Mr Thornton.

I return this book to your father

and I bring some fruit
for your mother.

Thank you. Oh, Mary please take
these through to the kitchen.

You must excuse me.
I thought that I would still be
welcome here despite our...

...what has passed between us -
as your father's guest, at least.

Indeed, you are welcome, but...

I'm sorry. You already have company
already. No, indeed we do not.

There is no-one here.

Good day, Miss Hale. Mr Thornton.
Please... My mother is ill.

Please believe me that I mean
no discourtesy towards you,

and that you are most welcome.

Who was that? The
same tradesman that came earlier?

Mr Thornton.

He is a manufacturer. Tradesman,
manufacturer - it's all the same.

What did father mean by placing
you in the company of these people?

Mr Thornton is...

...is a gentleman, Fred,
and has been very good to us.

I'm sorry.

Who am I to criticise?

I've neglected you and Mother all
these years.

It pains me not to be
able to thank those that
have been kind to you,

that your life and mine
must always be separate,

unless I run the
risk of a court martial.

Or if you should come to Spain...

You know, I have a good
position there and...

And?

The girl I wrote to you about...

Dolores?

I only wish you knew her. You would
love her, you and father and mother.

Tell me about her. We could do
with talking of joyful things.

SHE BREATHES OUT HEAVILY

She is not gone?

Oh!

Margaret?

And then I'm to go to Croxley

to read with the Smithers' boy.

He's a diligent lad. Hardworking,

but slow. I don't think
he'll make much of a scholar,

but his parents hope
that with enough help,

he can get a decent education.

Miss Dixon!

Well, fancy seeing you here!

Maybe you're not a
Miss Dixon no longer?

I'm still Miss Dixon
to you, young Leonards,

though I've had my chances I'm sure.

And you?

Still up to your old
nonsense, are ya?

What are you doing in Milton? Well,
Helstone's not exactly on the up.

'Sides, this is
where all the money is.

I got myself a fine fiancee, she
works in one of those big houses.

Anyway...

What are you doing all
the way up here, Miss Dixon?

You still working for those Hales?

Weren't there some sort of...

...some sort of scandal involving
that boy? I'm visiting my sister's
family.

Cheerio then.

I'm sure I'll see
you again soon, eh?

Oh, Dixon! Do you think he
knows about Frederick?

The mutiny was in
all the newspapers.

And there IS still a big reward.

We don't want him
poking his nose in around here.

Frederick must go.

Before the funeral. Have you talked
to my father about arrangements?

He said Mr Bell will come from
Oxford and arrange it. Mr Bell.

Of course. He will help.

But Frederick must leave before he
comes. No-one must know he's here.

I wish I'd met this Leonards.

I don't see why I should have to run
away before the funeral.

I've a good mind to face it out!
And stand trial!

No. You must go, Fred.

If only I could find
witnesses and defend myself.

So everyone knows what a
monster Captain Reid was.

You think a court martial is just?

Fred has never tried to defend
himself. How can I now?

I can't send out the town crier,
or commission a pamphlet even if
anyone would read it.

What about a lawyer?

I know one who
is honourable, and clever, I think.

I'm sure he would, if I...

...if we asked. Mr Henry Lennox,
Father, you remember...

Write to Henry if you must.

But do not keep
Frederick in England.

Henry Lennox, Edith's brother-in-
law? Yes. He might be all right.

I could send him the details
of the crew and the ship.

You must leave tomorrow by the
night train, see Henry in London...

...and then take a boat on from
there.

Only a few minutes more.

I don't know when
I'll see you again.

Who was that? Mr Thornton.

What a scowl that man has!

A very disagreeable fellow, I'm
sure.

As with most men, something has
happened to make him scowl, Fred.

Don't judge him harshly.

I'll write soon.

Hale?!

It's you isn't it? I thought
I recognised you! I'm not Hale.

What's all this then, hey? What's
all this? Get off! Stop! Get off!

Where have you been hiding
then, Mr Hale? Get off!

STATION MASTER'S WHISTLE BLOWS

You must go now, Fred! Go!
WHISTLE BLOWS

Go! God bless you, Margaret.

Goodbye!

If we'd been in Helstone chapel,

it would have been full
with mother's friends.

Yes. But look.

CHURCH BELL TOLLS

CHURCH BELL TOLLS

How are they?
Miss Hale and her father.

They are as well as can be expected.

They have many people to look
after them. If I can help at all...

No. Everything's taken care of.
Not a great turnout, to be sure.

The aunt is travelling
in Italy, unfortunately.

I'm surprised Lennox
didn't turn up, though.

Henry Lennox, closely connected
to the family. He's a lawyer.

I hear he takes an interest.

But you can be sure I'll let you
know if your help is needed.

Mr Thornton? Yes.

Mason, isn't it? How do you do?

Sorry to disturb you sir, but with
your being the local magistrate...

This fellow was found along the
station embankment two days ago.

Died in hospital this morning.

He's not from these parts.

We're trying to identify him.
Find out who killed him.

We thought you'd be here at dinner
time. You'll find me here any time.

Please, sit down master. Oh, thank
you. You're out of work, still.

Because of the strike? I'm out of
work because I choose not to work.

Have you asked at your old Mill?

Hamper would take me back. But we're
not allowed to pay into the union.

We do that so we can
have a strike fund.

So we can pay a shilling a week
strike pay to those in hardship.

Their thinking is, if we're not
allowed, they'll be no strikes.

We're not asking masters to fund
a strike, we're not that simple.

Where's the crime in giving to
your own, out of your own wages?

You earn a wage, don't you Mr Hale?
Yes. Yes, I do.

They don't tell you how to spend
your money, do they? No.

No they certainly don't. Do
all the mills operate this new rule?

Remember Boucher saying
the union was a tyrant?

Sometimes the Union has to force
a man to see what's good for him.

Boucher never knew what was good
for him. So he did the union harm?

We had opinion on our side
till he started rioting.
Why not leave him alone?

He did the union no good,
and you drove him mad.

Margaret! No, she speaks her mind,
I like that. She doesn't understand.

The union has a great power.

A union is our only power.

I'd best not talk about it. I
can't help feeling angry at Boucher.
There's no end to his mischief.

Still? Oh, yes! He starts
a riot then goes into hiding.

Thornton doesn't prosecute so he
slinks back home. What does he do?

He goes off to Hampers begging
for work, forsaking his union dues.

To be fair to Hamper he didn't
listen - he drove him away.

Even though they say
he cried like a baby.

We found him in the
canal beyond Ashley.

The canal? Aye, he was
determined to kill himself.

It's Boucher. He drowned himself.

It can't be Boucher.

He wouldn't have the nerve
to drown himself.

Why's my daddy's face purple?

Water from the dyeing
vats goes into that canal.

Higgins, you knew him.
You must go and tell his wife.

Do it now, man,
we can't leave him here.

I can't. I can't do it.

Father?

I'll go.

No! No, he loved us all!

And we loved him.

And I spoke such terrible words
about him only a moment ago.

What are we to do?

Only a few days after, Mrs Boucher
followed her husband to heaven,

leaving their six children orphans.

We buried them high above the city
in the fresh air.

Their worldly struggle
and cares over forever.

How much harder now for those of
us who are left behind to mourn.

SHE KNOCKS ON DOOR

Excuse me, miss.
It's a police inspector.

I told him to go away. I didn't
want to disturb the master.

Did he say what he wanted? No, Miss.

I've shown him to master's study.
But it's you he wants to see.

I beg your pardon, ma'am,
especially at such a time.

My duty obliges me to ask
you a few plain questions.

A man's died at the infirmary,
following a fall, we think,

after a fight at Outwood Station
between 11 and 12 at night
on Thursday 26th.

At the time, the fight didn't
appear to be of much consequence.

The doctors think the man had a
bad drinking habit and some
internal complaint.

There will have to be an inquest.

The witness, a grocer's assistant,
said the fight was precipitated

by some drunken impertinence
to a young lady who was
walking with a man at the station.

There is some reason to believe
that young lady might be you, ma'am.

I was not there.

The witness said
the lady was remarkably handsome.

He, er...

He identified the lady
as a Miss Hale from Crampton,
whose family frequent the shop?

You are the only Miss Hale from
Crampton. Well, I don't know...

Inspector, much as I would
like to own up to being...

...remarkably handsome.

I'm sorry that I have to repeat
that there has been some mistake.

I was not there.

I see.

Do you have any more questions
for me, Inspector?

No, madam.

I have your absolute denial that you
were that lady? I am sorry that
he...

...that this man... is dead.

But I was not there.

It may be that if my witness insists
that it was you at Outwood Station

then I may have to summon you to an
inquest to provide an alibi.

I hope you will forgive me
for seeming impertinent.

I have to do my duty.

Mr Thornton! Ah, Mason.

What's new? The man we
saw at the mortuary... Yes.

Leonards, wasn't it?

A drunk, obviously, but he met his
death by violence, almost certainly.

I believe one of my mother's
servants was engaged to him.

Are acquainted with a Mr Hale, sir?
Yes, indeed, what of it?

This man Leonards' death
is mixed up with Miss Hale, sir.

I have a secure chain of evidence
that a gentleman with Miss Hale

at the station was
the same that fought with Leonards

and may well have caused his death.
The young lady denies she was there.

Are you sure?

Are you sure the man she was with
is connected to the death?

What evening was this? What time?
Between 11 and 12. Thursday 26th.

Sir?

Miss Hale denies she was there?

So...

Well, you can see my problem, sir.

I have a witness who is pretty
positive he saw Miss Hale,

even though I told
him of her denial.

There'll be a coroner's inquest.

Disputed identity
cases are very awkward.

One doesn't like to doubt the word
of a respectable young woman.

She denies she was at the station?
Twice. Very emphatic about it.

I did tell her I'd
have to ask her again.

I thought if you were a friend of
the family? You were quite right.

Don't do anything until you see me
again. I will look into it.

WOMAN SOBS

Can't we give Jane the week off?

Better off without that
scoundrel Leonards, you know.

You know what the servants
are saying about Margaret,

out after dark with a gentleman?

I do not know or care
what they say, mother.

And nor should you.

You've come very late.

Well? Sorry to have
kept you waiting, ma'am.

I've had other people to see,
or I would have been here sooner.

There is, after all, to be no
inquest in the Leonards case.

So there is to be no
further investigation.

Here...

I have Mr Thornton's note.
Mr Thornton! Yes.

He is a magistrate in the case.
He is also an acquaintance of mine.

I told him of the difficulties.

"There will be no inquest.

"Not enough medical evidence...
Take no further steps... I...

"will take full responsibility."

Thank you.

Mr Thornton -
he understood that I wasn't there.

At the station. Yes, of course.

I'm sorry to have seemed to
have doubted your word, ma'am.

The witness was so positive,
and now he knows he was mistaken.

He hopes he hasn't caused offence.

So, good evening, ma'am.

I'll be on my way now.

It's all right, Dixon.

The matter has been resolved.

It's over.

Father is waiting in the sitting
room.

Mr Thornton...

I have to thank you. No.

No thanks. I did not
do anything for you.

Do you not realise the risk that
you take in being so indiscreet?

Have you no explanation for your
behaviour that night at the station?

You must imagine what I must think!
Mr Thornton, please.

I'm aware of what
you must think of me.

I know how it appears, being
with a stranger so late at night.

The man you saw me with, he...

The secret is another person's.

I cannot explain it
without doing him harm.

Is that you, John? Come on up!

I have not the slightest wish to
pry into the gentleman's secrets.

I am only concerned as
your father's friend.

Any foolish passion for you on
my part is entirely over.

I am looking to the future.

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