All language subtitles for Cranford.S01E04.720p.BluRay.x264-GABE_Subtitles_1

Mr Holbrook has left everything
to a nephew,

Mr Edgar Miller, who was born
some 20 miles from Cranford,

inveigled his way
into the sugar business

and made a considerable fortune.

How can he want to sell a place
as fine as Woodley?

He has told the executers
he has neither time nor inclination

to bring it up to date.

Will there be much excitement,
do you suppose?

Do you think people will flock
just to poke through his belongings?

No one of delicate sensibility
could be remotely interested.

It has the odour of
grave robbing about it.

How much do you think this will fetch?

White work? Pence.

People don't appreciate it these days.

Oh! There's some splendid forks here.
Two-pronged.

Quite like the ones
my father used to have.

AUCTIONEER: Ten pound?
Ten pound three shillings!

Ten pound three shillings.
Ten pound four shillings?

No, one moment.

Gone! To the reverend gentleman
over there.

A most useful purchase.
I'm learning that a house needs

as many mirrors as it has daughters.

Lot 29. Diversified novels
in the French language...

Why have you both come today?
Is nobody ill?

SOPHY: Helen!

This poor young man
doesn't own a stick of furniture.

I said it was time
to start planning for his future.

AUCTIONEER: All right, we're going down
to nine pence only, only nine pence.

MISS POLE: A silhouette
is not worth much.

One and sixpence, madam.
We will not put it to the bid.

For a memento of my own cousin?

You'll get a shilling and no more.

AUCTIONEER: Sold!
To the gentleman for £8.

And now, an ovaltable
poised on a pedestal.

Am I offered two guineas?

Chinese lacquer work. Highly desirable.

Am I offered two guineas?

Come on, there must be two guineas
out there to start me off with this.

Come on, two guineas now.

There's two guineas, two guineas.
Two pounds five shillings.

Two pound five shilling?
Two pounds five shilling?

Two pounds five shilling, thank you.
Two pounds seven shilling, sir?

Two pounds seven shilling?
Two pounds seven, sir?

Two pounds seven,
two pounds seven shilling.

Two pound eight shilling?
Two pound eight shillings?

Two pound eight shilling!
Two pound ten shilling, sir?

Two pound ten, sir. Two pound ten.

Two pound ten shilling!

(ALL GASPING)

Two-ten, two... No? Sold!
To the gentleman on my left!

(ALL CLAPPING)

If I'm not mistaken, you have the look
of a bachelor about you, sir.

(ALL LAUGHING)

- Hope you have a lady in mind for this.
- Of course.

And on to lot 32,
Mr Holbrook's personal effects.

It's very like him.

It is.

One and sixpence, indeed.

I will not hear of remuneration.

Thank you.

It's a very elegant piece of furniture,
Dr Harrison. So well preserved!

Even the silk of the work bag
hasn't frayed.

- The work bag?
- Underneath.

It's a lady's sewing table.

The auctioneer didn't say.

Were you planning to put specimens
inside it?

Do use it, if you'd like to.

Thank you.

MISS TOMKINSON: Perhaps you have
been remiss in not responding

to Dr Harrison's overtures.

I fear you have
not encouraged him enough.

How can I encourage or discourage him
when he does not call?

This is the best chance of marriage
I have ever had, and it is fading away.

We have each other.

And what will become of me
when you are gone?

- Where is Captain Brown today?
- At the railway works.

And he wrote that he must go
to Manchester again.

He's never at home.

Mary, did you ever hear
from Major Gordon?

No, but I suppose we did not think to.

His connection in Cranford
was always with your house.

I wasn't sure
if you had sent him a mourning card

after Miss Deborah died.

I'm afraid I overlooked it.

He would have written if you had,
I know it.

- He held her in such high regard.
- And she him.

I often wonder if he thinks of us,
in India.

Major Gordon will not have
forgotten you. I'm sure of it.

(SCOFF5)

How can any man forget a woman
who turns him down twice?

Mary, I'm sure of something too.

He will never come back.

MR CARTER: This is how it begins.
A mark on a map, a double line of tape.

Those are just surveyors.

As the railway comes closer,
it'll devour every acre in its path.

- Will it come over that hill?
- It'll come through it.

Take a sample.

They'll split the hill in half
using gunpowder.

- Ca ptain Brown.
- Sir.

I've written to Lady Ludlow
according to Sir Charles' instructions.

Here, deliver this. Go straight there.

- Let me show you our progress.
- A fine day for your labours, Captain.

(WIND BLOWING)

What do you mean it has been lost?

- The wind blew it out of my hand, madam.
- Your hand?

Why was it not put safely in a pocket?

It's all right. I can tell you
what it said. It's from Captain Brown.

He works for Sir Charles Maulver.
It's about the railway.

Captain Brown wants leave
to bring his surveyors on your land

to better assess the price.

Captain Brown told you this?

No, madam. I read it in the letter.

You read a letter addressed to me?

I couldn't help myself.
I read everything.

And who taught you to read?

I was training him up as a clerk.

I have more correspondence
than can be dealt with without help.

There are plenty of people
who can read and write in Cranford.

Harry Gregson ought to be working
in the fields.

Harry Gregson ought to be in school.

Mr Carter!
Do you think I'm made of stone?

Do you think the endless drip of water
may make a dent in me?

Madam, please!
You must attune to the times.

My father once made us keep
a journal in two columns.

On one side, we were
to put down in the morning

what we thought would be
the events of the day.

And at night, we were to put down
on the other side

what had actually happened.
It was an interesting exercise.

I remember sitting with Deborah
by the bedroom fire in the rectory

as if it was yesterday.

She said she would have liked
to have married an archdeacon

and write his sermons.

Yet she remained unmarried all her life.

And for all I know, never even spoke
to a bachelor archdeacon.

But what of your dreams, Miss Matty?

What did you hope would happen to you?

I was never at all ambitious.

Although, I think
I could have managed a house.

My mother used to call me
her right hand.

Ma FY,

have you ever felt
yearning in your heart

when you see a mother with a baby
in her arms?

I have not felt it yet, Miss Matty.

I dream sometimes
that I have a little child.

She's always the same.

A sweet rosy girl,
not more than two years of age.

She never grows any bigger,

though she has come to me for decades.

When does she come?

When she's very sorry or very glad.

She does not speak
or make any sound at all.

Just puts her mouth up to be kissed,
like real babies do to their mothers.

And for a moment, when I wake,

I really do feel the clasp of her arms
around my neck.

I've always been so very fond
of little children.

But I was not like Deborah,
I could not have written sermons.

I do understand that since
the expansion of the postal service,

you've been obliged
to read and write more letters.

So I have brought a helpmate for you.

Someone who can already read with ease
and write with a fine, clear hand.

You'll feel the benefit at once.

Would you come in, my dear?

- A lady?
- Yes, Mr Carter.

Sir, please,
you must attune to the times.

Mrs Rose, have you heard
what has occurred?

Her Majesty the Queen
has been brought to bed again.

The Prince of Wales
is still a babe in arms.

I'm surprised at the Prince Consort.
And they have named her Alice Maud Mary.

I'm not at all sure
what I think of Maud.

It is not a name
I've heard used in Cranford, but...

My Aunt Holbrook's sewing table.

I think Dr Harrison
likes to see me comfortable,

given that it is he
who makes the mending.

That is as good as a betrothal.

And Mrs Rose is very near as old
as you and I.

Also, markedly grey beneath her cap,
which I am not.

Do you not think she's been altogether
swift in throwing off her widow's weeds?

Dr Harrison is charm itself.

He always wipes his boots
when he comes into a house,

which I believe speaks volumes.

He's not reached 30,
his proper nature is not out.

No, I fear
it has all been forged in haste.

Miss Pole,
once a soul has known affection,

it is more alert to the advantage of it.

You are out to trounce me

because you have had a husband
and I have not.

Bread and butter?

I have been very grateful to you, sir,
for the kindness

you have shown me
since I came to live in Cranford.

Especially when Walter's death
caused such unhappiness for us all.

It was the will of God.

I would never berate a man of science
for failure to overtake such force.

Sir, I find that I have formed
an admiration for Miss Hutton.

And I would like your permission
to walk out with her.

And what makes you suppose
that I am likely to agree?

Oh, forgive me, Dr Harrison.

I've long been rehearsing what to say
when a young man came to me

with a request such as this.

You would imagine I would have
all manner of ban mots and admonishments

laid by for such an occasion
But I discover I have not.

I think, sir, that perhaps you should
ask me if my intentions are honourable.

- Are they?
- Utterly.

I am not yet in a position to ask
for Sophy's hand, but I will do so

as soon as my practice has grown
and I can offer her a comfortable home.

That is if the notion
is agreeable to you.

Well, you know I have
no money to settle on her.

I consider it
my privilege to provide, sir.

I only regret I cannot do it yet.

Well, I would always have encouraged
a lengthy courtship, Dr Harrison.

Sophy was very young
when she lost her mother.

And she took on so much responsibility.

Walter was just a baby.

She deserves some enjoyment
before settling into marriage.

I will never treat her with anything
less than the utmost respect

and delicacy, sir.

I have seen you setting store by her,
you know, for these several months.

I have loved her 20 years.

Come along.

I think we will find Sophy
in the garden.

Uh!

Sophy, my dear,
I've been talking to Dr Harrison.

My father was not stern with you,
was he?

No, not stern. Only careful.

I should have been surprised
if he had not been.

Least, I do not think he was stern.

I'm afraid I'm not a cleverjudge
of countenance.

I think it's why I chose to be a doctor.
Patients have only two expressions.

Pleasure that you have come to cure them
and fear that you will not.

- Do you think he's watching?
- Yes.

Dr Harrison!

Miss Tomkinson. I hope nothing is amiss.

No, not at all.

Caroline is out paying calls
this afternoon.

I wonder, would you step inside?

You are clearly intending to remain
in Cranford, Dr Harrison.

I've become greatly attached to the town
and to certain of its residents.

I cannot deny that you have taken
very gentle care of Caroline's health.

I was not sure about you at first,

but her palpitations do appear
to plague her less.

It's been a joy
to see her flourish, madam.

Dr Harrison, as we are today
enjoying informal conversation

rather than professional intercourse,

I wonder, might I ask
whether you are materially secure?

Well, I hope to become so.
In a year or two.

At present I own nothing,
earn little and hope for much.

Do you postpone the notion of matrimony
on those grounds?

I fear I must, Miss Tomkinson.

Marriage is not just a joy,
it has its obligations, too.

I have a sum of money put aside
for Caroline

so that she might have a dowry
when she marries.

What a generous gesture.

It is more than a gesture.

It is £4000.

We have lived frugally.

Although, our late father
was not devoid of means.

But what if her future husband
does not welcome the arrangement?

When I marry, I'd like to know
I have built the foundation

of our life and home myself.

It's as important to me as the need
to earn my bride's affection

and her family's trust.

But he has given me no indication
of his feelings.

My dear, that table says it all.

Besides, I suspect he made other
more discreet declarations in the past

when you were still in mourning.

Well, he brought me a broom once,
and gloves.

Gloves?

Yes, lavender kid.

- When did he present you with them?
- February.

Hmm! Valentine's Day.

(STUTTERING) Well, I think it was
perhaps the week of Valentine's Day

Oh, my dear Mrs Rose! Do you know
nothing of the lore of love?

To give gloves at such a time
is tantamount to a proposal!

Uh!

Oh, well, I did not respond to him.

You have not put him off.

Has anyone else discerned his interest?

Only Miss Pole.
She sends her congratulations

and the name of a compound
she believes you might appreciate.

(DOOR OPENING)

Martha said
there was some milk left over.

She thought you might like it warm
with a little honey in it.

She's a good girl. Deborah always said
she would turn out well.

The silhouette looks handsome there.

I couldn't have put it
anywhere downstairs.

But even up here, I find I'm afraid
at what dear Deborah would say.

- About your remembering Mr Holbrook?
- Mmm-hmm.

Although I do not think my brother
would condemn me.

I'm sure that he would not.

He promised you muslin
for your wedding gown.

From a place called Chunderabaddad,
or some such,

where the weaving was done.

(MATTY SIGHING)

I must make a sad sight
for anyone looking down from heaven.

MA RY: Dear Major Gordon,

and now that the railway
keeps her father occupied,

jessie candidly regrets
her refusal of your suizj

whilst Captain Brown has said
that he would like to see her wea'.

Before I close, sir,

I must also ask ii
while stationed in India,

you might make delicate inquiries
up on a friend's be/lalfi

(BABY CRYING)

Rain came in in the night again, Dada.

The truth is, Dr Harrison,
I am plagued by headaches

and do not like Miss Matty
to hear about them.

Miss Deborah died after a headache,
and any mention of the malady

makes her very anxious.

Headaches can sometimes
be caused by nerves.

By living in a
situation which restricts.

By disappointment with one's lot.

Oh! You phrase it all so well, and you
look so sincere whilst you're saying it.

- I am sincere.
- You may spare me your kindness.

Truly, you may.
I have no reason to be nervous.

I'm not restricted and I'm too young
to be disappointed with my lot.

My only vexation
is that I cannot read or write as well

or for as long as I would like to.

And the more I struggle,
the worse the headaches get.

Come here for me.

I want you to look into the window.

N ow,

I think the problem
might not be with your head,

but with your eyes.

You may be farsighted
or even have an astigmatism.

- Astigmatism?
- It is a refractive error.

Can it be remedied?

I lack the skill,
but I am acquainted with an expert.

Do you always do your z's with a tail?

Lady Ludlow despises z's without them.

(SIGHING) I find I'm out of ink, Harry
Could you make some more?

Mr Carter, your work
will be done by noon

with so many hands assisting.

And yet you told Lady Ludlow
you were so overwhelmed

with correspondence, you could not cope
without a dedicated clerk.

I needed no help,
I simply hoped to help another.

Harry is a clever boy.

Under your tutelage,
he's become quite personable.

You might even recruit him
for the May Day pageant.

The boy has much potential. I had hoped
to convince Lady Ludlow of it.

I have the fondest respect
for Lady Ludlow.

But she will always look at Harry
and see a poacher's child.

Just as you will always look at me
and see a woman.

I know my presence does not please you.

I had thought to stick my pen
behind my ear and say "Zounds!"

from time to time, but it will
not convince you of my worth.

Please forgive me
for speaking so plainly,

but you are a milliner.

Do you think I long to stitch caps
and sew feathers on to bonnets?

I find myself obliged to earn my living

and society offered me
no other opportunity.

And since I find myself commissioned
to make the coronets for May Day,

I have more pressing things to do than
stage this pantomime of assisting you.

I did not ask for you
to be installed here.

I hope that when you dream
of schooling for the masses,

you intend it for girls as well as boys.

- Of course.
- Because once the educated woman

is no longer thought a novelty,

room will be made for her
in all trades and professions.

Then, I believe,
we will know what progress is.

(DOOR OPENING)

This is my favourite ledger, miss.

I like the way the nib feels
against the paper.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Mr Carter!

I came to see
how the new arrangement fares.

And it is well I did, for I see that
the old arrangement remains in place!

- Lady Ludlow...
- Do not involve yourself, my dear.

This is Mr Carter's doing.

And I deplore it all the more
because he knows my views.

I let the last transgression pass.
I now see that that was unwise.

I will decide this boy's future
in due course.

It's as I thought
when I first looked at you.

There's a way
you have of tilting your gaze.

Only a very highly trained person
would spot it.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

In your commonplace person,
the cornea, or the surface of the eye,

is smooth and equally curved
in all directions.

The light is focused levelly
across all planes.

Blink.

But when the curve of the cornea
is different,

the pupil can't focus light
into a point.

Blink again.

The surface of the eye
is like a wave of water. Frozen.

Can it be made good?

Sooner than you think.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

- A parcel.
- Thank you, Mr Hawkins.

Oh, lord!

- Better or worse?
- Worse.

Better or worse?

Better.

I will get these made up properly.

You can have lenses made out of glass
or else of quartz or even beryl.

- Precious stones?
- Let's stick with the glass.

No need to guild the lily.

SOPHY: And round.

(VIOLIN PLAYING)

- One...
- Whoa, boy.

To your left. And turn.

To the right. Skip. And turn.

And in. And out.

And in. And out.

Watch this, Peggy.
It's the only tricky bit. And round.

And finish.

That was wonderful.

Next week, Peggy,
you'll be quite perfect.

Good day.

(LAUGHING) What a nice little trap.

I hired it from the George.

Girls, hurry up!

Right.

Lizzie, hurry up.

...told Papa they were over there.

He wants samples and sketches this time.

Do you ever look at Lizzie and Helen
and marvel that you were once a child

and ran and laughed like that?

By the time I was Lizzie's age,
mother had died.

I was bringing Walter up.
I had no time to play.

After my father passed away,
I was sent to school at Blackheath.

When I came home for the holiday,
the house was hushed

and my mother silent.

I used to think
she was not pleased to see me.

Later she confessed
the reverse was true.

I suppose she did not like to show it.

In case she found she could not stop.

Which would have been alarming
for us both.

What was she like?

Fair, a widow and reserved.

But I'm sure she loved you.

I can see it now.

I couldn't always then.

HELEN: Sophy!

We're waiting for you.

I think the world of you, Martha.

I think the world of you.

You're happy with Miss Matilda,
aren't you?

Oh, it's the best place I've ever had.

The kitchen's a bit gloomy
of an evening,

but you can't put a price on kindness.

Only I don't think we should wed
until I can get us a place of our own

I don't mind.

It's not for want
of your working for it.

I promise you if we're no further on
this time next year,

I'll build us a place
with my own bare hands.

Jem, I'm not living in a wooden house.

Ever so quiet round here, Martha.

All right, only look sharp.
I've got Miss Matty's tea to get.

Is your letter very droll, Mary dear?

It's from Dr Marshland.

He thinks it will be shocking,

and so he tells me to take off
my spectacles before I read it.

(LAUGHING)

Who wrote to you today?

Oh, this is from the bank.
It's some sort of printed sheet,

not personally meant for me at all.
It's very dull communication.

Oh, this is pleasant.
Johnson's Universal Stores

hosts a presentation
of this season's silks and fashions.

Tea will be served to favoured clients.

Oh! Am I a favoured client,
do you suppose?

I am certain you must be.
Look, the invitation is in his own hand.

And I am summoned, too.

Although I'm sure
we do not wish to attend.

Well, I would not
trouble you to go, Mary dear.

You have more clothes
than you care about.

But before my sister left us,
we had much discussion about new gowns,

and I think she would urge me to go
and view the silks.

She did not like seeing us shabby.

She thought it demonstrated
want of rectitude.

Will we cover it with just branches
or do you reckon it's gonna take ivy?

How much do you care about
being able to see out?

Well, I wouldn't object to it,
but it's not the custom.

Oh, yeah.

Letter.

It's from me mum.

"Aunt Clegg felt prey to dropsy
in the second week of Lent.

"She had hid a will behind the clock.

"The clock came to me
and you are left a token, too.

"I enclose the legacy."

I had a legacy once. It was a hat.

This is more than a hat,
it's a five pound note.

- I can scarce credit it.
- Five pounds?

Let me out of this contraption. I'm off!

- Are we heading down the George?
- No.

I reckon I'm going to go buy
my Martha something.

Maybe a shawl, then save the rest.

A shawl?

If she had her way,
it'd be a wedding ring.

How brilliant!

(WOMEN GIGGLING)

I never thought to see
such an array as this in Cranford.

Look, maize with a cornflower spot.
It quite lifts the heart.

(ALL TALKING AT ONCE)

MRJOHNSON: Well,
if it would be of interest,

I could sell you some very soft lining.

I think I have the complexion
for this plaid.

People might think you were Scotch.

Or stripe.

Ah, stripes.
Very diminishing for the robust figure.

Oh, don't you think
it's so kind of Mr Johnson

to give us this sort of entertainment?

MRJOHNSON: Or perhaps
you would prefer this?

WOMAN: You think he would give us
some macaroons.

I am not at all diverted.

Matters of fashion are all the same
to those of superior breeding.

Is that violet veil a taffeta
or a muslin?

- Muslin, six and nine a yard.
- Oh.

MRS FORESTER: Oh!

Splendid Mr Hearne.
He made such a fine job of my new gate.

I've not had a goose in my garden since.

And I still should not let him
walk out with a maid of mine.

He's a most respectable and
hardworking young man, Mrs jamieson.

6"2' in his stockinged feet,
do you suppose?

Why else would they choose him
as jack-in-the-Green?

I know what it is,
but where's it come from?

I got it as a legacy from an aunt.

I don't query how you came by it,
only the bank upon which it is drawn.

It's the Town and County.
It's a good bank, isn't it?

It's in Manchester.

It's in the Manchester Guardian too,
and things are going ill for it.

I'll not take it, it won't be honoured.

You may pay in cash, naturally.

Do you reckon I can just go out
and pick up money off the pavement?

Excuse me.

May I see the note that is in question?

I'm a shareholder of that bank.
Is this note a forgery?

No, but by the end of the week,
it'll be worthless.

Town and County is in trouble
and looks probable to fail.

I will give you five good sovereigns
for that note, jem Hearne.

If the bank is to fail,

I cannot have it on my conscience
that good honest people

will lose an amount
that means so much to them.

Miss Matty, I wouldn't want you
losing out on account of me.

I shan't. I'm sure of it.

In a day or two, that note will be
as good as gold again.

Come, jem, do not distress my feelings.

Now, buy Martha that shawl.

I considered it my duty.

And will you consider it your duty
to give sovereigns in exchange

for every Town and County note
you meet with?

Forgive me.

I've never been of a very decided mind,
but when I was in the shop,

the course of action
seemed quite clear to me.

Because it was not a personal letter,

she thought it could not be
of any consequence.

Now when I retrieve it, I read all about
this extraordinary meeting.

It is not until Friday.

Miss Matty may still attend
if she should wish.

But it is unlikely to be a calm affair.

Captain Brown, I do not wish
to take you away from Cranford

when you are here so little,

but are you likely to be
in Manchester this Friday?

I can arrange to be.

Harry Gregson.

I'm pleased that you are punctual.

Mr Carter taught me
to tell the clock, my lady.

And a great many other things besides.

I am aware of the respect
you have for Mr Carter.

But I feel his influence upon you
has not been all together kind.

Help is needed with the cattle.

And I have found you occupation
with the livestock on the farm.

I work for Mr Carter.
He pays me out of his own pocket.

That is no longer the case.

I've been giving money to my mother.

I quite understand.

Since the poaching affair,

your father has proved
slightly more responsible.

But hedging and ditching
is seasonal work.

And sooner or later,
he may need to poach to feed you

and if he does, I'll not step in again.

Once you start work in the cowsheds,

you will be a formal employee
of the Hanbury estate.

The wage will be of the utmost advantage
to your family.

And you will
keep the position all your life.

- Did you know about this?
- Untilan hour ago, no.

I am sorry, Harry.

For what?

Teaching me to read?

I will never be sorry
for teaching you to read.

I only regret that the world is such
that you could be punished for learning.

You can't stop this happening,
can you, Mr Carter?

And I'm sorry to say
the bank's meeting closed in uproar.

It was an ugly scene.

And nothing can be done
for the people who invested there?

None of their money
will ever be returned?

The bank is broken.

Every penny in it lost.

I'm sorry, Miss Matty,
to bring you such sad news.

It is not your fault.

Can I offer you some tea?

And you must have other investments?

Some. Certainly.

I have lived on very meagre funds
for yea rs, Miss Matty.

It can be done.

Now, I must leave.

I'm expected at the railway works.

But if I can be of any comfort
or assistance,

send for me.

Please.

What are these
other investments, Miss Matty?

What is it that you plan to live on?

I have a very small amount in savings.

It was never thought
sufficient to invest.

I did not want to dismay
poor Captain Brown.

It's unpleasant for him
to bring such news.

Oh, Miss Matty.

I can't believe you're giving me notice.

I can't.

Jem's taken that shawl
back to Johnson's.

He's bringing you back
the whole five pounds.

Martha, this concerns so much more
than the shawl and the five pounds.

I don't care.
I'll never leave you, Miss Matty.

Never

- Martha...
- I know when I've got a good mistress,

even if you don't know
when you've got a good servant.

MARY: Martha, you must listen to reason.

Reason? Reason just means what
someone else has got to say.

I can talk reason
when I've got a mind to.

And I've got a mind to now.

I've got clothes put away
and a little bit saved.

I'll work for no pay.

You can give me notice every hour
of the day if you like,

but I'm stopping.

Martha, your loyalty does you credit
and Miss Matty will be lost without you.

- You're staying with her.
- I wouldn't dream of leaving.

But I at least can pay my way here
with the allowance I get from my father.

The truth of the matter is

that Miss Matty is now going to have
such a meagre sum to live upon.

She will not even be able to find
the money for your food.

Indeed, she will be hard-pressed
to find the money for her own.

Is it as bad as that?

It is every bit as bad as that.

Lorentia, my dear,
I wish you to come out with me.

It would be a pleasure, Lady Ludlow.

I have had a letter this morning
from Lord Septimus in Italy,

and I have not shared its contents
with Mr Carter.

Very well.

And he will not accompany us
this afternoon.

(MEN SHOUTING)

(LOUD EXPLOSION)

Captain Brown, my lady.
I represent Sir Charles at the works.

If your ladyship would care to come
with me to the engineer's office,

I would be delighted to exhibit
all the plans.

It is but a short way off.

And do those plans include a map of
the line going all the way to Cranford,

depicting the route it would take
across my land?

Sir Charles asked that they be
drawn up in full.

(EXPLOSION)

Then I will see them.

The plan is for a new and superior
residency for Septimus in Italy.

He enclosed it with his letter.

- The cost of building this will be...
- Considerable.

His rented villa no longer
suits the requirements of his health.

His doctors suggest
that he moves to Lake Lugarno.

I cannot deny him.

I should, I know I should.

But I find I must wrestle my reverence
for Hanbury with my regard for him.

And he is always the victor.

My lady, he will inherit the estate.

Surely his well-being goes
hand in hand with that of Hanbury.

You cannot know
what it is to have a son, Mr Carter.

Perhaps I cannot know,

but I think I can imagine it

Then you must understand
that I have but one choice.

To give him all that he asks

and leave a mortgage
on the estate when I die.

Or to give him all that he asks

and sell one-third of my estate
to the railway.

You do not look happy, Caroline.

What has lowered your spirits so?

Dr Harrison's neglect of me.

He is not neglectful.
Nearly mindful of your health.

If he were truly mindful of it,
he would declare himself.

I cannot idle along like this forever.
I'm almost 33.

The May Day atmosphere
will bring him out.

You sound very certain.

He is a man with much respect
for the romantic almanac.

In the lore of love,

May Day is nigh on as valued
as St Valentine's.

I haven't a grey hair myself.
I use it only as a preventative measure.

It smells a little odd, Miss Pole.

It has indigo in it,
which is an African vegetable.

Oh.

What if Dr Harrison comes back?
He's only gone out to lance a carbuncle.

Trust us, Mrs Rose,
we will work like the wind.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

MAN 1: Put the yellow one up there.
MAN 2: Hold still. How's that?

Come on, get it up there.

- How's that?
- Got it.

Come on!

(ALL CHEERING)

If I say so myself, Mrs Rose,
I have taken years away from you.

Well, I should not deny it.

I should not wonder if the doctor went
down upon his knee before all Cranford.

What a beautiful evening, Dr Harrison.

It is indeed.

And warm.

Lovely flowers.

When I was a girl,

I always liked to bring in
May Day branches.

It was said that, "Where blossom led,
true love would follow."

Oh, yes.

Perhaps this year
such invocation is not needed?

Perhaps true love has already
found a home here?

You should not doubt it for a moment.

(WHOOPING)

(SOBBING)

(DOOR OPENING)

MATl'Y: Oh, Martha,
that is beautifully done.

Now fetch your best bonnet.
Let's enjoy this lovely day.

(ALL CHA'l'l'ERING)

MAN: jack-in-the-Green goes first.
The Morris men immediately follow him.

Harry!

Harry, hurry LIP!

All right, let's get on with it!

(ALL CHEERING)

Excuse me.

My dear Mrs Rose,
how very charming you look today.

Do please come and join
Dr Harrison and me.

Thank you.

You are doing very well.

Nobody has noticed
there is anything amiss.

People will find out soon.
How will it be revealed?

Will the bank come and
take my furniture away?

You're not bankrupt.
You do not owe a penny.

I owe Mr Goddard, the butcher,
for a neck of mutton.

Oh, that isn't of much account.

Well, it is to me.
The little I have must go so many ways.

CAROLIN E: Good afternoon.

Such a delightful day.

We believe that it will prove so.

Thank you, I'll have that.

JEM: Could you not just enjoy yourself
for a second?

Martha!

Martha!

- What is it, Martha?just wait!
- Come out from under there.

This is an honour.

(SCOFFING) It's a different story
when you want something.

(JEM SIGHS)

(DRUMS BEATING)

My lady.

Pass me the crown, Harry.

Jem and I have decided to get married!

We what?

But you have not been engaged.

We've been speaking of it for a while
and see no reason for delay, do we, jem?

- What...
- He'll come to.

He's just overjoyed with
the suddenness of it all.

- You do not look quite certain, jem.
- We were meant to be saving up.

Well, there'll be no need if we
get ourselves a nice quiet lodger.

Which is why we've come to you today.

We'll set up in a house that'd suit us
all together.

You can have the parlour
and we'll live at the back.

Martha...

I thought you wanted it as much as I do.

I do, I do, one day, but...

Marriage! Marriage nails a man, Martha.

Schemes such as this with lodgers...
I'm sorry, I'm all flummoxed.

I hope you don't think my dismay
reflects my opinion of you, madam.

It's just that this is such quick work.

Martha, my dear, you cannot forge
such a plan just to benefit me.

Matrimony is a very solemn thing.

Thank you, Miss Matilda.
I've always thought it so.

Then why do you object to it?

I don't object as such.
I dare say I shan't mind once it's done.

I hope the Lord forgives you,
jem Hearne, because I won't!

I'm sorry, I'm just a bit fluttered.

(LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING)

Ah, this is a fine sight, is it not?

And you, my dear Mrs Rose,
do you enjoy it, too?

Oh, I bless you for inviting me
to Cranford, Dr Morgan.

I thought when I came
that my best years were done with.

This is the first of many May Days,
Dr Morgan, I'm sure.

- Did you hear that, Dr Harrison?
- What?

I'm surprised you can
hear any conversation

with Sophy Hutton
banging on that tambourine.

It's making my head ache.

And watching those girls revolving
makes me giddy.

The blood is draining from her face.

Dr Harrison, can you see it?

It is hard to tell against
a dress so brightly coloured.

Go to the refreshment tent
and get a glass of water.

I see Sophy Hutton's parasol
is idle by the rector's seat.

Reverend Hutton.

- Might I borrow this?
- Oh, please.

My sister has suffered
a nervous eclipse.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

I think it will be resolved
without mishap.

We expect her engagement
to be announced today,

and anticipation has taken its toll.

- An engagement? Am I the first to know?
- I think it appropriate.

Her fiancé is a proud man,
but she has a substantial dowry.

I expect the banns
to be called very soon.

Is she marrying a gentleman
from Cranford?

She will be marrying Dr Harrison.

Will you excuse me a moment?

Miss Matty, you have sat
long enough alone.

I think it sensible
to seek out your friends.

We must still conceal
my misfortune from them.

They would want to know.

- So that they might console you.
- I do not wish to solicit sympathy.

There's many a person with less than I.
Think of poor Martha.

What will her future be?
She has no family at all.

- Dr Harrison.
- Sophy.

I thought your dancing
was quite wonderful.

I did not think that you would
be swayed by money.

What money?

Caroline Tomkinson's dowry.
Do not ask me to go into vulgar detail.

It is enough that I find you
promised to another.

- I do not know what you mean.
- You know everything. £4000.

- Although you pretended to spurn it.
- Spurn it?

Yes, as one masquerading
as a gentleman would.

Sir, I do not understand this charge.
I have no interest in this lady's hand.

What? Sister?

Your pretence
to ignorance compounds the crime.

I did not spurn Miss Caroline's dowry,
it was not offered to me.

Any why should it be when I have
an understanding with another?

Yes, a very definite understanding.

Mrs Rose, defend your fiancé.

Mrs Rose?

We're not formally engaged,
but we share an understanding.

- Don't we?
- Sophy, go and find your sisters.

I would rather not.
If Dr Harrison is to defend himself,

I think it only right I should
stay here to hear him.

I do not understand
how I've given this impression.

My only understanding
is with the Reverend Hutton

and it concerns his daughter.

(MRS ROSE GASPING)

Oh, Mrs Rose! I will escort you home.

You will come to me at my house

to explain your betrayal
of my faith in you.

And what of my sister and myself?
Who will be our advocate?

Who will demand amends for us?

He sent me a valentine.
It spoke of marriage.

I kept it. I could produce it in a court
of law as evidence of breach of promise.

He can breach as many promises
as he likes.

It is my trust he has broken.

And my daughter's heart.

Come along.

DR HARRISON: Sophy.

Take deep breaths. That's good.